I smell myself on him as I lean in closer, my juices still glistening on his day old stubble. His eyes are half shut, and his cock lies resting peace...ully in a pool of cum against his stomach, twitching occasionally as it recovers. The crisp white sheets are sodden, my carefully applied make-up smudged around my eyes and lips. All that effort to end up looking and smelling like a whore in heat. I can smell the fresh sex as I lie back, a contented grin on my face. I look over at him. The man. He leaned back in his chair, and said he’d like me to climb up on the dining room table. That seemed kind of odd, but I went along with him, just to see where he was heading. He positioned me on my knees, with my head on the table, and my ass facing his seat. I waited for his next instructions, but he was silent. He reached up and lifted up the edge of my nightgown, and threw it over my back. My ass and pussy were completely exposed to the grateful expression on his face. He just sat back for a. I was surprised that my pussy was leaking sex juice but I was glad because as you may know sex with a dry pussy is sore. This guys has a cock that is 8” long and 2 1/2” in diameter. When I saw it I wondered how will that fit into me? Never had one as big as that in me. Still the first time he put it in was after he had me lie down with my legs wide open. He commented: “I hate your hairy bush, don't have one next time we are going to fuck.” He knelt down and licked the crack between my pussy. I asked “Really?” and he replied “Yes, they look very nice”. I said thanks and nothing more was said until we reached the end of the block. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. The rest of the way all I could think about was what he had said. That night, as I humped my bed with a handkerchief tucked in my ass, I ran my hands down the back of my thighs as far as I could reach. I had a pretty earth shattering boygasm. By now I had started placing my hand under my cock, palm up as I.