Dont you dare fucking stop. Fuck my ass. Fuck it harder." (you get the point) I started saying "you daughter doesn't feel this tight. Fuck my dick. Fu...k it like theres no tomorrow." She was bucking like crazy. Cussing at me. Screaming at me. Telling me she wishes her husband fucked like this. Her ass looked so good every time I looked down. I knew I was getting ready to bust one out. Asked her where she wanted me to cum. Once again this quiet, nice woman suprised me saying, "shoot your cum in. .. well, it got a little blurry after that, a little fuzzy. I remembered being sauced enough to take an Uber, and I wasn’t alone. I shook my groggy head, tried to stretch my sore limbs, and then noticed that one of my arms was trapped. I turned to look, and I definitely wasn’t alone in bed. For that matter, what bed? Whose bed?I couldn’t help but notice that the head lying next to me had golden hair, too. Platinum blonde curls, and as I looked down, its owner was naked, too. I reached down and. On to my favourite French contact site and voila, somebody I had to put off another day popped up and asked me whether I was available, well it would have been rude to refuse a second time wouldn't it.I finished getting ready including the new smoky eye shadow and liner and then he arrived just in time, perfect timing all around.Well, he was around 35, a good 4" shorter than me without my heels so I was amazonian against him, as wide as he was tall, waddled when he walked and very hairy, which. ." Eight actually," he said waving to stop me. Then he paused and looked thoughtful. "Or maybe it was seven and it just seemed longer. No, it was eight but that's close enough. Good to finally meet you, Captain." He had the short, clipped tones of a British officer but was American clear to the bone. It wasn't unusual for someone who spent that much time over in the sandbox. I'd met a number of fellow officers who'd adopted their British comrades' mannerisms and speech patters; it was hard not.