I had seen Jack twice and I  realised how much I wanted fresh cock. The month before I was shocked that we were naked in front of others. 

I was going to ‘visit my sister’ for the fourth Saturday in a row.

“Are you sure you're not making a nuisance of yourself?” Simon suggested. 

“No, she is thinking about a holiday at that place. You should come with me.” I really hoped he would not.

“You go, but we have plans for next week.” He informed me.

My visits to Ruby were getting shorter and she noticed. 

“Is everything OK with Simon?” she asked.

“I just need to get away from him sometimes.” Which was true. I needed some time to find stray cock.

“You are welcome here anytime, you know that. We should have some proper girl time, take a night away shopping."

“I would like that, but Simon is planning something for next weekend.” …and I thought a night away with my sister would not get me laid, unless she got laid as well.

“We should set a date.”

“We should.”

“Week after next, Friday and Saturday. I will arrange it all.”

I felt as trapped as if I was with Simon. “Yes, that will be great.”

I stopped at a pub and ordered my ‘lemonade over ice’, doesn't that sound sophisticated? If I could not make a pickup I would go on the Kevin's and fuck one of them, maybe both.

At the other end of the bar was a tall, thirty plus man with shining ebony skin. I looked at his shoes, size eleven or twelve,  nothing special. 

“Are you looking for someone?” He asked as he walked along the bar.

“Maybe.”

“Do you know his name?” He was confident.

“Why don't you tell me?”

A smile broke across his face. “My name is Mark.”

“I'm looking for Mark.” I had a knee length skirt and loose t-shirt, nothing that said fuck me. I wondered if I should keep something in my car, but knew Simon would find it.

“I have not seen you here before.”

“You would have remembered if you had.” I sipped my drink.

“Why would that be?”

“Because you would have taken me home.” I took another sip, looking into his eyes.

“Would I?”

“If you live nearby you would have.”

“You're very confident.”

“So are you.”

“What do you want?” He asked, obviously realising it was not romance.

I took another sip, leaned close to his ear and told him. “I want you to fuck me.” That is exactly what I said. I always feel a little embarrassed when I say that.

“I have a room here.”

It was a double, but not big. I was intending to sit on him and control everything. That is not what happened. He helped me off with my clothes, I  was naked before a single button was undone on him. I was sitting on the bed, or rather I  was tipped back on the bed. He had pulled my knickers off, lifting my ankles. As he discarded them he knelt and opened my legs. His tongue touched my clit and I gave up every idea I had about controlling it.

His tongue slithered around my pussy. Sent sensations like waves though me, I lost count, but who counts? I  did with Simon it was never more than three and often zero. When it was three, I was thinking of Paul and Harry.

He stood up, looked down at me and started to undo his shirt. I sat up and pulled at his belt, popped the button and pulled the zip down. 

It was massive. As I pulled his pants down it swung up. There was no way it was going ball deep in my mouth,  I was not even sure it would go ball deep in my pussy. I played with his cock head, rolling my tongue around it.

He pushed his trousers further down and I moved away to the centre of the bed. Unexpectedly he grabbed my hips and I knew he was going to take me like a bitch in heat. I parted my knees a little, an inch, placed my hands firmly on the bed and he slid in, he took forever. I felt him hit my G spot, and felt him start to pull out.

I had a dreadful feeling he was going to be like Simon, in and out. He was not, he moved, but stayed deep in me, half out was deep. The sensation around my G was less. He pulled out, I felt him slide over my G.

“Turn over.” 

As I turned over I saw his glistening cock, he had been ball deep,  I remember a little pride in that.

He slid back in, running the head of his cock over my G. He supported himself on his arms and far too quickly he jetted into me. His cock was limp and useless. 

He had not finished. He went down on me. Licking and raking my pussy with his tongue and I was in heaven. 

By the time he let me free I had to shower,  not just to remove the evidence,  but to remove the salty film that covered my body. 

“What do you want now?” He asked.

“I have to go home to my boyfriend. Are you staying long?”

“Maybe a month.”

“Give me your number.” I called from the shower.

I have had big cocks since him, but he was the best big one. He knew he needed more than a big cock.