She liked the feeling. She wanted a man that was strong and confident.Her first husband had been that way. Rasheed was a big, bear of a man. He was la...ger than life. Whenever he walked into a room his big stature and even bigger, booming voice drew every eye to him. He reveled in being the center of attention – but he wasn’t all flash. There was a bite beneath his bark. He’d always said that there was a time for talking and a time for fighting and he wasn’t afraid of either. She’d loved that. She had come several timesherself - though unlike the first couple of times she had been forced touse her hand to trigger the sweet release. Some strategically placedtissues had also spared any need to keep changing her panties. Some of the men had clearly been aware of her climaxes, but none hadcommented - so perhaps they already knew about what she carried betweenher legs?It had been twenty minutes since the last customer and she was justbeginning to wonder about having a shower and repairing. The coast was clear in that direction! Seeing that we were effectively ‘alone’ I lay my head back. You leaned in once again and nuzzled my neck, smelling my aftershave. A hot summers day on the beach had meant a light amount of perspiration which diffusing with the aftershave filled your nose with my unique smell and testosterone. We didn’t say a word (we didn’t need to) as you leaned closer in. This time feeling your swollen nipples brushing my chest your rhythm increased. You could now feel. I let out a small cry and he bit me harder before he demanded, “You must keep it silent dear, bit your sweet lips for me.” I nodded, my body already shuddering, as he kept his sweet torture on my breasts, kissing, nibbling, twisting, pinching… Then, he flipped me round, grabbing both my wrists with one of his hands, behind my back and bending me over the sink, he lifted my skirt, unzipped his pants and pushing my panties aside he thrust his hard cock on me with one single shove, all the way.