From Bad to Good

There I was in her closet looking at her shoes so that I could borrow a pair, when I heard the distinctive sounds of really bad fucking.  When I say bad I mean I was hearing things like, “OUCH!” “No not there, HERE!”  “OMG, just forget it!”  Then I heard the door slam.  I grabbed the shoes and made my way out into the hallway.  As I was passing the Master Bedroom on my way back out to the pool I saw him.

I have never in my life seen someone so sad.  It almost made me laugh.  He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head hanging down, elbows on his knees and face in his hands.  I knocked on the door frame and asked him if he was alright.  He said, “Yeah I’m fine.”  I said, “You don’t look fine, plus I could hear what was going on.”  He looked up at me surprised.

I said, “What’s wrong? Never fucked before?”  He said, “No, she just doesn’t like what I do I guess.”  I told him maybe he just needs more practice.  He laughed a little.  I told him that I would love to help him but I only fuck guys with above average cocks.  He stood up and said, “Like this?”

HOLY SHIT, the man was HUGE!  I actually dropped the shoes!  I said, “Yes, exactly like that!”  Now I understood why the bitch that was in here with him before was having such a hard time.  It wasn’t that the sex was bad, it was because she couldn’t handle a massive dick.  I fucked that man for the rest of the afternoon.  I didn’t care if someone walked in or not.  This was too good to pass up. 

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