a great slut

aim for the stars

+18, no minors allowed, all age restrictions apply

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I flicked my shades and put them on my blond head. The sun was still not as warm as it could have been, so I declined the use of sunscreen by my erstwhile husband Jerry. I winked at him as I downed my drink - sweet heady mimosa, perfect for a morning on the sea. Jerry just smiled at my antics and returned back to his book, an old-fashioned raunchy Jackie Collins, the kind of books in which the heroine died then came back as the most gorgeous creature in creation, fucked her rivals’ husbands and looked spectacular doing it.

I looked around. The morning crowd was still thin, not much to be seen except for children frolicking around in the water. Did I mention how much I loathe children? They were nothing but monsters from age zero to fifteen, and the work to make them resemble humanity every single day would drive me insane. Not that everything else was not driving me up the wall, but children remained my one anathema. Jerry loved children, had always wanted a tiny patter of feet running in our condo back in Miami, but I held on to my stand. I didn’t know, maybe I’d change my opinion - but you could be sure now was not the day.

I watched a family at the edge of the pool, splashing around with those flotation devices flailing in their arms. Then I saw him, a vision in red-blue speedos, a tall Asian (or whereabouts close) hunk of a man watching his children play. He had huge arms, delicious-looking pecs and adorable nipples - a man in his definite prime. I felt a little tingling in my asshole, imagining ensnaring his cock deep within me. I bet he was an excellent lover, whispering sweet nothings in my ear even as his undoubtedly large cock lay my hole to smithereens. See, I have a sense about these things, my version of spidey-sense, or in my case my slutty-sense.

“Baby can you top up my drink please. And bring some snack.”

“Okay honey-kins.” Dear sweet, adorably foolish Jerry. As Jerry trotted off to the ship’s bar, I made my way to where the man was sitting, watching hawk-like on his children. A woman was playing with the children, but he still had his eyes on them. Somehow that fact made me feel warm inside. A bona-fide breeder. I licked my lips.

“Hello, I’m Calvin.” I offered my hand, he shook it just like a straight guy would. This was getting better by the second. “How are you enjoying the cruise?”

His name was Ted. We had a conversation about the conditions of the ship’s cheaper cabins. My heart bled for the man, he felt as if he was inadequate, that was why he had been taking them out of the cabin and into the pool, the games room, the restaurant, anything to take them away from their depressing living arrangement.

“Would you like to see level A sometime? Like, now?” Jerry and me were staying in one of the more luxurious cabins, courtesy of Jerry’s dad who knew the cruise director. We called it the hantavirus discount, or something ghastly like that.

“Oh gee. That is if your… friend is okay with that.”

“Oh well, he’s okay, besides my husband – Ted flicked an eyebrow at that – can entertain himself well enough with his book.”

“Okay, let me go tell my wife,” he said, trotting into the pool and calling his wife, Diana. He gestured at me from across the water and I made a tiny wave. Diana smiled and nodded at her husband. Silly girl.

It took me ten minutes, maybe less, from opening the door to our huge airy suite to having Ted’s tongue so far up my ass he was probably licking my pancreas. A few deadpan jokes helped - “This bed’s can get real bouncy at night!” - but it was mostly my self-serving charisma. For I, Calvin Burrowes, was a slut, and a great one at that.

“Fuck man, your ass tastes so good.”

“Better than pussy?”

Apparently that’s where his limit was. “It’s just… different.” I shrugged.

“Try putting your finger in it.” He watched my face intently as he spat on his finger and inserted it into my waiting hole. My hole kissed his finger, making him snort like one of his children with a new toy, before devouring his thick finger like a hypersexual Venus flytrap. I watched his eyes roll back into his head as I clench and unclench my ass muscles, practically munching on his finger.

“Fuck, your ass is a wonder of this world.”

“Can you feel it, can you feel my ass making love to your finger?”

“Yeah I can feel it.”

“Now imagine me doing that to your cock.” At this point he was still wearing his red underwear, his towel somewhere forgotten, but the fabric constraints could no longer hold his erection prisoner. His cock had a large mushroom head, the kind that could punch a hole in the wall, red and engorged with his life-blood, waiting and seeking a warm hole. Sucks for his wife, I’d got just the place for his cock. He was panting, like a marathon runner at the last mile, and it made me proud I could have reduced this hunk of a man to that state just with my ass muscles.

“Fuck Calvin, can I… can I fuck you?”

“Come in,” I pulled him up my body and lined up his cock into my hole, thoroughly lubed from his spit. “Wait.” I kissed his wedding ring, took it from his hand and wore it on my finger, and ensnared his hand as his thick nine-incher made its inevitable way into my hole. We moaned, we groaned, we panted as one as the journey continued on and on, his firm corona bypassing the pussy button deep inside me, to reach deeper than even Jerry had ever did. “Fuck, you’re so fucking deep inside me.” And I let out a deep grunt that sounded so out-of-place and so inherently animal that even Ted paused, before letting out a belly laugh that resounded in the cock embedded deep within me.

“Yeah, am I bigger than your husband?”

“You’re the biggest I’ve ever had, now fuck me.”

He smirked triumphantly, as he started his thrusts one two, one two, the whole length of his cock in and out of my yawning ass. It felt like forever passed in those minutes, those warm heady minutes as the sun streamed into the cabin, the sea air drifted from the windows, my thighs opened wide to receive this man’s bountiful cock, sweat dripping into my head, his eyes, his brown-black eyes watching my every expression with that smug alpha bearing, proud of himself on his first taking of man-ass, proud of his fucking thick cock reducing a grown man to blubbering jelly.

“Fuck I’m cumming, I’m going to cum, fucking flood your ass, fucking breed you with my babies.”

“Fuck, cum inside me, please!”

“You want this cum? YOU WANT THIS CUM?”

“Fuck, I want your cum, I want your cum, breed me, steal your cum from your wife.”

“FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK HERE IT COOOOOOMMMMMEESS!”

“Fuuck!” My final moans were muted as I had my lips latched onto his right nipple. This heightened my sensations, however, and made me feel as if he had cum a literal bucket into my anal chute, a bucket of white-warm life-giving semen. I continued clenching my ass around his cock, massaging the turgid flesh for more cum, churning his babies inside my darkness.

“Fuck, stop doing that, I’m sensitive after I come. Fuck.”

“Doesn’t it feel nice though.”

“Fuck yes.” He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “You’re the greatest fuck I’ve ever had.” He leant down and gave me a deep kiss. “The greatest bar none.”

“I sure hope so.” See, a great slut brooked no comparison.

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