“His strong hands slid down her shoulders and around her back as he pulled her into his body. Her nipples tightened and she wished their clothing would magically disappear leaving nothing between them but heat and skin.”

Dawn has a smoking hot body for a 33 year old woman, never married with a 5 year old son. She is 5’5″ tall and weighs 110 pounds, with eye-popping measurements that are exactly like they are now, 34C-21-33. She has thick long bk hair, nice suckable tits and a small waist, incredible legs, and an absolutely perfect ass, she is the ultimate male fantasy. She never married and has a little boy from a previous boyfriend. Dawn is currently not in a relationship with a guy and is not actively dating any one. It has been three years since has had sex. Her girlfriends have been gossiping about Billionaire John Malone’s monster cock stories. For several ensuing nights Dawn struggled to sleep. Each time she closed her eyes the vision of being fucked by a monster cock filled her mind. A tingle, the kind she got when eating a lemon, rippled through her mouth when she thought about the size of my cock. She feels her heart beat faster and her breathing grow shallow at the thought of being mounted. She has never had a guy mount her like a horse. On her days off, Dawn would return to the bedroom, slip off her panties, slide beneath the covers of her king size bed and massage her clit in an exercise that wove from gentle rubbing to feverish friction production coupled with uncontrollable squeels and a the unmistakable head to toe spasms of a satisfying orgasm. Dawn’s obsession also manifested on a few of her rides through the countryside.

While sitting astride a horse her thoughts drifted to visions of a breeding session. Dawn found herself aroused and ground her pussy against the hard leather saddle strapped to the back of the muscular horse. Her grinding action generated pleasurable sensations. Dawn fought to maintain some level of self control, her desire however, was to surrender control and work her saddle massage into an orgasm, which she never allowed herself. Almost three weeks after observing the breeding session. Dawn is online reading society pages about John Malone, when curiosity overcame her thoughts. It became companion to her loneliness. Awe and wonder evolved into strategy and plan to meet me.
As a International tycoon, I’m plugged into every part of high-society, social, business, politics, and charity. I have six ex-wives and eleven children from those marriages. I have been divorced for 10 years, I’m living life to the fullest, enjoying my confirmed bachelor life, always in the company of younger females 18-to 40 and always dating regularly. The women around me are always impressed with my knowledge of different subjects, including international politics, which is of interest to many of them, because of they are on-air newscasters, news anchors and co-anchors at my TV stations around the country. My gray hair gives me a sexy quality and adds to my distinguished characteristics.

Dawn walked into the sports bar and she is the only person there except for five people who were in a booth in the corner. She took up a seat in the middle of the bar. She asked the bartender for a Long Island Iced Tea and he whipped it up in a snap and told me it was on the guy in the booth. I seemed to have read her quite easily. She must really be vibing she thought to herself. She came over to thank me. I couldn’t believe that someone as hot as Dawn wasn’t wearing a ring on her left hand. When I sat in my bar, I met all the girls — one of the criteria for dating them is that they all be hot — but Dawn is the hottest I’ve seen in awhile. She is wearing a small dress that hit just above the inner curve of her thighs, so that whenever she bent over —— you could see the edge of her panties, the slick outline of her pussy. It is intentional, and they knew it. But Dawn — Dawn didn’t know it. She knew that men liked her, but she wasn’t interested — she has small tits, nice firm ass and her curvy legs. A woman who looks like that at should know a real dick. And I’m the one to give it to her. I knew I had a big dick. All of the women I’d fucked had told me. One woman told me that my dick was the exact circumference of her wrist, it was that big. And their cries when I penetrated them told me too. My dick really, really wanted to fuck Dawn. So I asked her to sit down and we chatted. She said ” Nice to meet you Mr. Malone, I’ve heard so much about you.” She told me about herself, she was 33, unmarried, has a five year old son, has not been in a relationship in three years, and is not dating currently.

She followed me to my nearby condo and she told me that she was feeling very nervous. She didn’t tell me how soaked her pussy was. Her wetness is shocking her to be honest. She has never had a reaction like this in her life. Getting all soaking wet without even being touched? This did nothing to assure her that she could handle herself in a room with me. I sensed that her apprehension is a potential problem. Dawn entered the semi- dark condo, when I grabbed her from behind and pulled her into the bedroom. Before she had a chance to scream, I slapped my hand over her mouth and pressed her face first against the wall. She starts to panic, thinking that she is about to be killed when I start talking. ” So, you think after all the money I spent on you in the bar, you can just walk away without giving anything in return.” ” Please, don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to offend you, but I don’t usually fuck someone after I just met them.” Dawn winced in pain as I pulled her hair. She is afraid to scream, ” You ever been with a older man before?” ” No.” She said. I push her farther into the wall, even though there is no where to go. I let my free hand, roam over her body, touching her in the most intimate places. As my hands ran up her body, she cringed. Not in fear, but in excitement. As my hands came near her breasts, she stifled a moan. Dawn thought that it was the alcohol that was making her so aroused, but she knew otherwise. It turned her on to think I might fuck her. She is torn between excitement and fear, being that she is held there. I ran my hands over her small, pert breasts, sticking my hand between her bra and bare skin. When I shifted from one breast to the other, I flicked a nipple, causing Dawn to moan out loud.

” Oh, you like that, huh? Well, aren’t you a little whore.” I slowly ran my hand from the breast that I’m holding, down to her aching pussy. As I roved past her stomach, she quivered, panting anxiously. I finally reach my destination after that agonizing path downwards, tormenting Dawn as my rough hand slips down her black miniskirt and lacy thong.