Wichita Woman Pt. 02

Wichita Woman Pt. 02

This is Part 2 of a 3 part story. Please take note of story tags if any of the subject matter is a turn off. Otherwise, enjoy.

*****

Interstate 35 rolled through the endless prairies and slow rolling hills that made up the Kansas landscape. The cruise control on Sara Beth's little Ford Explorer was comfortably set to 80 mph as she flew past the 18 wheelers on the trucking route up and down the spine of the US.

The drive played on her nerves as her emotions alternately drifted from guilt to excitement. Dwight, her dutiful husband, waited at home, blissfully unaware while she rolled on down the highway, fully intent on breaking their wedding vows.

Dwight held such a conservative traditional view of marriage that she knew he'd be devastated if he learned the truth. She wondered if the aftermath would make him angry and bitter, leaving scorched earth in his wake as he labeled her a slut and an unfit mother. That path would surely lead to divorce.

The other possibility was if he was filled with unspeakable shame. It might not lead to divorce, but the alternative almost frightened her more. He could hold her transgression over her head behind closed doors, guilting her into a lifetime of subservience under a sin she could never live down.

Either way, it would irrevocably shatter the trust in their marriage. And yet she soldiered on down I-35, counting white lines on the road as she drew closer to OKC and NTXProf940.

She questioned if she was just fooling herself into thinking this was a one-time dalliance. What if Robert proved to be a stallion in the sack? Was a one-time experience really enough to satiate her sexual desires. What if one encounter turned into another and then another? What if she was really a sex addict? God, was that even really a thing?

Besides, Robert lived two states away. If not Robert, then would she need to find a lover closer to home. And did she really think she could keep a long-term or a series of affairs secret from her friends and family? From her husband? She banished the possibility that the affair was anything more than a one-time indiscretion since anything else would upend her entire world, her entire life.

Then again, what if Robert's sexual performance disappointed her just like her husband's? She wondered if maybe television and the movies conditioned her to believe that sex was a mind-blowing ecstatic ordeal when in reality, maybe it was closer to her husband's frustratingly disappointing PPS performances. That possibility saddened her, although she mentally prepared herself to live with that truth, if that's how it proved out.

The numbers on the mile markers passed painfully slowly. With each passing mile, her pussy tingled a little more in anticipation. She wasn't dressed in anything sexy, both for not wanting to arouse Dwight's suspicions, but also because Sara Beth was unapologetically herself.

She wasn't a woman who ever dolled herself up, so she reasoned that if her jeans and flannel shirt weren't good enough for Robert, then maybe he wasn't good enough for her. Nevertheless, she stole a glance at herself in the rearview mirror.

She could nitpick her physical features and complain about her cheeks being too cherubic or how her legs were never as thin and long as she'd like, but she had long since learned to accept her flaws. Dwight had grown to accept her flaws, and she still excited him to the point he lived up to his secret PPS nickname. As much as his short PPS performances sexually frustrated Sara Beth, she was still thankful that she so obviously still turned on her husband.

Still, she couldn't help worrying that she might somehow disappoint Robert, that he might find some reason to politely excuse himself and not sleep with her. And the fear of rejection scared her more than anything else. She was risking her entire marriage, her entire life, for this weekend with Robert, and the idea that it could all be for naught shook her to her core.

Although she had long since learned to embrace her flaws and imperfections, she wondered if Robert would prove as forgiving. Knowing they had never so much as traded pictures, she had tried to dispel any unrealistic expectations he might project upon her, but she still worried that the real her could never compare to the sultry image that surely existed in Robert's imagination.

The miles kept passing, and her anxiety grew, but so did her anticipation and excitement as she crossed the state border, passing into Oklahoma. Only a few more hours, and then she'd be at her destination. Only a few more hours until she arrived at the moment of truth.

*****

Sara Beth parked her car in front of the non-descript diner across the parking lot from the Best Western Inn. Her heart was pumping so hard it felt like it might beat right out of her chest. Suddenly, Sara Beth questioned her decision not to pretty herself up more for the encounter. How arrogant was she not to fix herself up to look her nicest? If not for Robert, then for herself.

But it was too late, and the moment was at hand. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves before stepping out of the car. She walked into the building, her eyes desperately peering over the sparse 3 pm crowd.

There were a couple of older retired couples that didn't pay her any attention, but there was one man staring back at her and giving her a small wave. He was exactly as Robert described himself, about 50 with dark hair and a build that matched his online description.

"Excuse me, ma'am, would you like a table?" the server asked.

Sara Beth was shaken from her trance. "No, I'm meeting a friend," she replied, thankful she hadn't been stood up and that Robert appeared to be exactly as he described. She pointed her head in his direction, and the server stepped aside to let her pass.

"Enjoy your meal," she offered.

As much as they had shared online, Robert was still a stranger in so many ways, and she wasn't sure how to greet him when she approached the table. A kiss felt too forward, but a handshake seemed too impersonal.

"Sara Beth?" he asked as she approached.

"Robert," she responded, and he got up and gave her a simple hug.

She returned his embrace, his arms strong and his hold firm. He was dressed casually in khaki shorts and a polo shirt. He looked clean with his hair combed and his eyes piercing.

Robert pulled out a chair, and she took a seat.

"it's nice to finally meet you," he said as he sat back down. "You talk yourself down too much. You're a looker."

Sara Beth was almost embarrassed by the compliment. "You're just saying that cause you're trying to get in my panties," she joked.

"Would you like to order some drinks?" the waitress asked, startling Sara Beth.

"Just waters for now. We'll need a few minutes to look over the menu," Robert calmly responded, sensing Sara Beth's concern and dismissing the waitress away.

"Thank you for that," Sara Beth whispered under her breath after the waitress was gone.

"Well, I saw the horror on your face when you realized you said that right in front of her, but you're not wrong. I am trying to get into your panties," he smiled. "But I wasn't kidding. You really are eye-catching."

Sara Beth had feared that their conversation would be awkward and stifled in real life, that the open and free flowing nature of their online chats would be lost when they met face to face, but her fears were quelled. The conversation flowed, and she instantly felt at ease.

"I'm sure you can imagine, it's gratifying actually being able to talk about the subjects we discuss so openly and honestly," she remarked as she sipped on her water.

"We put up these walls in our lives, and it's to our detriment," Robert mused. "We treat certain subjects like they're so taboo, but it's so unhealthy to pretend they don't exist. That's how you end up with girls who don't even know what a period is when it hits or boys who are shocked when hair starts growing in funny places."

"Women get hair in funny places, too," she reminded him.

"Really? You'll have to show me later," he smiled, and she laughed back.

The waitress picked up on Robert's strong hint, and she barely checked on them, stopping by to take their order, but barely checking on them otherwise.

They talked like old friends, trading stories about their lives, both sexual and otherwise.

Robert was ex-military, and he had traveled the world during his time on duty. After he finished his service, he got a degree and settled down in Texas, where he currently taught college classes. He spoke with a confidence and worldliness that dazzled her.

Sara Beth felt so provincial by comparison, barely having even left her home state in all her life. She couldn't imagine how someone like him could even find her remotely interesting. She wondered if he even really cared about her, or maybe he really did just want to get in her panties.

"Have you ever done this before?" she asked at one point.

"Done what? Met a girl for sex?" he smiled.

Sara Beth looked down, still somewhat embarrassed to talk so openly about sex. "Yeah, that," she responded forlornly, wondering if she was nothing special to him, just one in an endless string of conquests.

"I've had sex before," he laughed. "Sorry if you thought you were bedding a virgin."

"I didn't mean it like that, you dingbat," she replied, reaching across the table to playfully slap his arm.

"And here I was thinking, you were going to teach me the secrets of the kama sutra," he grinned cheekily.

"You're too much," she shook her head. "Besides, you're the one who's supposed to show me how good sex can be."

"That's a lot of pressure," Robert worried.

"Are you up for the challenge?" she said, leaning forward, her confidence growing.

"I don't know," he replied. "Why don't we find out?"

Sara Beth grinned, smiling to herself. "You talk a good game. I hope you're able to back all that talk up with action."

Now it was Robert's turn to pause. "Just to avoid any confusion, what are you your boundaries? Is anything off limits? Anything I should avoid? Or any kinks you really wanted to try?"

Sara Beth seemed caught off guard, almost embarrassed at her naivete. "I really hadn't thought about specifics. Just mentioning the word kink sounds so dirty. I just wanted to have sex."

Robert nodded his head and tried to reassure her. "It's alright. I just don't want to inadvertently push you into doing something you don't want. Or alternately, be too tame and disappoint you."

"I see." Sara Beth took a second to take in his point. "If you can make me climax, I'd be satisfied," she laughed. "I love my husband, but I want to experience sex with a real man. God, that sounds so bad. But, you know how he's PPS. And I want more than that."

"Unless you're just that damn good that you make every man PPS," Robert laughed.

Sara Beth looked down at herself and shook her head. "Somehow I doubt that."

"Let me ask a few clarifying questions. Do you suck cock?" He asked the question so casually, his voice calm and steady.

Sara Beth looked around to see if anyone else in the restaurant overheard him, but the radio playing in the restaurant seemed to drown out their conversation from the other patrons and wait staff.

She nodded her head in response to his question, her pussy getting wet from the blunt dirty talk.

"Do you do anal?" he pressed on.

She took a second to consider his question. "Dwight would never. He considers that immoral, but I... I don't know. I'd want it in my pussy first before we do that, but maybe. It depends on my mood, I suppose."

Robert laughed. "Fine, we'll mark that as a maybe. We can use that as a barometer on how things go."

Sara Beth laughed along, growing more comfortable with their open sexual talk and even thankful

"Do you want to be tied up? Any blindfolds or restraints?" Robert saw the unease on her face. "Scratch that off the list," he decided, and she smiled back.

"What about dirty talk?" he asked.

"What about it?" she wondered. "I don't mind it."

"There's different levels to it," he explained. "It's one thing to just talk about how much you like my cock in your pussy. But some women enjoy almost being degraded and humiliated, so they enjoy it when a man calls her a slut and a whore."

Sara Beth sat silently, just listening.

"In your case, you're a married woman," Robert pressed on. "Some women don't want to be reminded they have a husband and child at home while they're out getting fucked. But other women, they seemingly revel in the guilt and shame. It enhances the experience to remind them they're a cheating whore wife."

Sara Beth seemed unsure again, although her pussy tingled in excitement hearing his suggestions. "I don't know. I'm curious, but I - I just don't know."

"How about this?" Robert decided. "I may try to push the boundaries with our dirty talk, but if I get any sense I'm pushing things too far, then I'll back off. But, that said, we can also use a safe word. If at any point, you're uncomfortable with anything, then just say the safe word, and I'll stop, no questions asked. I really want this experience to be enjoyable for you. Believe me, I feel a certain amount of pressure myself to perform up to your expectations. It's as if I'm representing the rest of the male species aside from your husband, that I need to prove that we actually are capable of sexually satisfying a woman."

Sara Beth's face brightened. "I like that idea. Both of being sexually satisfied and using a safe word. So, what is the safe word?" she asked.

"Any preferences? It can be anything you want," he responded. "lt just needs to be something you wouldn't normally shout out during sex."

"How about PPS?" she suggested.

Robert laughed. "Sounds perfect."

*****

Robert quickly paid the bill, and they walked across the parking lot to the Best Western Inn. He had checked in to the motel before meeting her at the restaurant, and now he pulled the room key out of his pocket.

The room was clean and functional, furnished with a king-sized bed and the obligatory bland furniture and inoffensive artwork.

Sara Beth heard the door click closed behind her, and she suddenly felt awkward all over again as she found herself he was alone with Robert for the first time. This was the moment of truth. She had been relieved in the restaurant when their conversation came naturally, but now she realized those were still just words, just an extension of their online chats.

Now they were venturing into new territory, and their relationship was crossing over from talk to action, from the verbal to the physical. For a brief second, she thought of Dwight at home with their baby daughter, and then Robert's hand landed on the side of her arm, and he was standing behind her.

He leaned in, his other hand brushing the hair off her shoulder as he put his nose to her neck and inhaled. She froze as his lips touched her neck as his arms wrapped around her.

"Am I moving too fast?" he asked, sensing her trepidation.

He reached up and turned her face toward him, and they looked into each other's eyes.

She stared at him, searching for something she couldn't understand. Was it something in him? Something in herself? She wasn't even sure.

"If you're not ready, we can just sit down and talk," he offered, his arms loosening their grip around her. "I'm not going to force you to do anything you're not ready for."

As his arms loosened, she regretted her hesitation. She'd come so far and stood so close to turning her fantasy into reality, she couldn't turn back now. Not after all the frustrations with her PPS husband. She remembered Dottie and her dream of an Alaskan cruise and her grandparents on their trip to Hawaii.

Robert wasn't Mr. Right, but he was Mr. Right Now, and it was now or never. Robert represented everything she wanted in the moment. He was mature and self-assured. He had joked earlier about her teaching him about sex, but she knew he was experienced, and she wanted him to show her how good sex could feel.

As she stared into his gaze, she felt his arms fall aside, but she wouldn't let the moment pass. Although he was almost a foot taller, she stood up on her tippy toes as she pulled his neck down and kissed him.

Sara Beth turned her body around to face him as their bodies melted together. Their arms were all over each other, their bodies pressed against one another. He guided her back toward the bed, but she paused as her legs hit the back of the mattress. She turned around, startling Robert as she threw him down on the bed.

His face displayed his shock as he sat up on the edge of the bed, but then it turned to delight as Sara Beth dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him. Dwight had always enjoyed her blow jobs, and she felt confident enough to display her oral skills for her new lover.

So, she quickly undid his shorts and pulled them down. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock was immediately revealed. Robert was semi-flaccid, but he was already much larger than her husband, and she stared at the one-eyed meaty goodness looking back at her.

She was pleasantly surprised that he had trimmed his pubes, making it easier for her to suck on his cock without getting hair stuck in her mouth, which she enthusiastically did.

Robert's cock was still warm, and he pulsed in her mouth as she wrapped her lips around him. Her tongue lathered a thick layer of saliva on his pole as he quickly hardened in her mouth, growing so much larger than her husband that it made her gag.

She coughed, feeling so inelegant and unsexy for gagging and wondering if it repulsed Robert, but he just ran a sympathetic hand through her hair.

"Is that your way of complimenting me?" he joked, trying to ease her nerves.

"I'm not used to someone your size," she answered honestly.

"Well, just take your time. It's not a race," he reassured her.

Sara Beth leaned forward again and wrapped her lips around his manhood. She slowly began loving it, her lips keeping a tight seal as her tongue resumed lavishing him with attention.

She struggled to take him in, but she remembered his advice that it wasn't a race, so she took her time, slowly moving up and down on him and letting her tongue run over the vein on his engorged manhood and its taut skin.

As she pulled back, she tenderly kissed the head of his cock, almost like a snake charmer kissing a cobra. Then she laughed when it jumped up as it pulsed in front of her.

Feeling playful, she opened her mouth and lunged forward, easily taking his full length this time as she practically swallowed him whole. She continued sucking him for a few minutes, getting him nice and hard, getting him ready for action.

A trail of spit extended from her lips to the tip of his cock as she pulled back and admired her handiwork, his cock glistening in her saliva as it throbbed, full of promise and virility.

Then Sara Beth stood up while Robert sat up on the bed. She felt embarrassed that he was almost the same height as her, even though he was seated.

She had worked through her anxiety and was determined to enjoy her encounter with Robert however. After giving him a blow job, she had already crossed a sacred line that her husband, Dwight, would view as adultery, just the same as if they had full penetrative sex. In for a penny, in for a pound, as the old saying goes, and she reasoned there was no use in stopping now.

Sara Beth unbuttoned her flannel shirt while she kicked off her shoes. Robert's eyes widened when her large bust came into view from underneath her loose flannel shirt.

"I know you said you were a C cup, but those are glorious," he remarked admiringly, his eyes glued to her chest.

Feeling playful, she shook her chest in front of him. She still wore a bra, but her titties wiggled back and forth and bounced nicely while she undid her pants. Then she pulled her jeans off, pulling her socks off also in the process before kicking those items aside, leaving her standing in only her bra and panties.

Robert was clearly pleased at the sight of the half-naked woman, and he pulled Sara Beth toward him. His hands pulled down the shoulder strap on her bra, pulling down her bra cups in the process and exposing her bare tits.

"I'm sorry, but I can't resist those mammaries," he added as he wrapped his mouth around her tit.

Sara Beth sighed, her pleasure palpable. With his hands on her hips, he turned her around and laid her down on the bed next to him, keeping his lips firmly planted on her teat the whole way.

Then he crawled on top of her as he continued sucking on her tits while she laid down flat on her back on the bed. She lifted off his polo shirt, eager to strip him naked. He released her tit from his mouth ever so briefly, just long enough to let his shirt pass over before latching back on.

"I stopped breastfeeding my baby almost a year ago," she told him, wondering if he hoped she still carried milk.

"You never know," he mumbled, but he smiled and released her teat.

He stood up on the ground while she sat on the edge of the bed. His chest was strong, more barrel chested than the fat gut Dwight was forming. Sara Beth undid her bra and tossed it aside while Robert's cock waved in front of her, still hard and lethal.

Her eyes drifted back up to his face, and he smiled after catching her obviously admiring his manhood.

She felt slightly embarrassed, but then she remembered that this was exactly what she came here for. Robert reached for his pants on the floor and pulled out a condom, but she stopped him.

"It's okay," she informed him. "I'm off cycle. It's safe."

"Are you sure?" Robert stressed.

"I'm sure. I want the full experience," she reassured him.

Robert nodded his head. "You don't have to twist my arm," he grinned.

"My husband is very conservative," she said as she lightly stroked his cock. "He's a Baptist, and I don't know that all Baptists are this way, but sex is almost like a dirty word. He's very careful during sex, not very adventurous."

"He's PPS, as you've referred to him."

"Not just that," Sara Beth explained. "He's almost timid during sex, like he's afraid he'll hurt me. He's so proper, he doesn't curse. We make love, or at least that's what he calls it. But I'm not as conservative as him, at least not sexually. I want to be fucked raw. I want you to give it to me hard, to pound me into the bed. I want to know I've been fucked by a man who will drive me to climax."

"No offense, but your husband is a fool," Robert observed. "He doesn't fully appreciate what a special woman he has at home. It's like if you've got a Lambo sitting in the driveway, but you only drive it to the local grocery store. Such a waste."

"My co-worker, Kelsi, she tells me about men who blow out her back," Sara Beth continued as she kept stroking his manhood, her eyes mesmerized by the sight of his cock in her hands, the skin moving back and forth along his pole with her hand, but then she lifted her head, looking him dead in the eyes. "I don't want you to treat me like a respectable woman. I want you to treat me like a slut. Don't hurt me, but I'm here to experiment sexually, to experience things I've never experienced before. My body is basically yours to use for tonight and tomorrow morning, however you see fit."

"That's a lot of responsibility," Robert responded. "I just hope I don't disappoint you."

Sara Beth leaned forward and gave the head of his cock a little peck with her lips.

"You won't," she promised. "I'm just a boring wife. There's nothing special about me. I'm just a Midwest girl, born and raised. I've never really travelled anywhere, not even to the east or west coast. This may not be any big thing for you, but for me, I don't plan to make a habit of this. I'm going back tomorrow to live my life, but for one night, I'm yours, and I'm going to carry the memory of tonight for the rest of my life."

Then she laid back down flat on the bed. She pulled down her panties and let them slide to the floor. Then she spread her legs wide. She wet a finger in her mouth and inserted in her pussy right in front of him, watching his face grin as she pulled it back out and the licked off her juices.

"You're so much more than you realize, Sara Beth," he gushed as he crawled up on the bed to join her. She pushed herself back up on the bed until her head was on the pillow to give him room as he crawled on top of her. "I'm honored you selected me for tonight, and I'm going to enjoy tonight more than you can imagine. You're a special woman," he said as he leaned down and gave her a proper kiss on the lips.

She closed her eyes as they kissed and felt his body on top of hers. She was already breathless in anticipation, and she was disappointed when he broke the kiss after only a few seconds. She looked up, worried that she had somehow already messed up.

Robert leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Now I'm going to treat you like the secret little slut you long to be. Don't worry, your husband will never know. But you'll always know and remember tonight for the rest of your life."

Sara Beth's body trembled in excitement. She gazed down and saw his cock hard and at the ready. Robert was so much bigger than her that his size almost dominated her. She was pinned underneath him, but there was no place else in the world she'd have rather been in that moment.

She spread her legs wider, inviting him to insert himself in her, but instead he moved past her vagina and farther up, letting his thick meat drag across her stomach. Her pussy was dripping wet, and the unmistakable scent of her arousal permeated the room.

Then he slid back down her body until his cock was positioned at her vaginal opening. He pushed forward just enough so his cock tapped against her, as if he was knocking on the door and announcing his presence.

Sara Beth was dying in anticipation, desperate to feel him inside her.

"Please, I need it," she begged hoarsely.

Robert leaned down to whisper in her ear again.

"If it's a man you want, then it's a man you'll get."

And then he thrust his full length inside her, his cock cleanly slicing through her sopping wet pussy and filling her with the satisfaction she'd long sought. And then, just as quickly, he pulled back out, and she cried out in agony, protesting his incessant teasing.

Robert whispered again. "Such a horny little slut, so desperate to be fucked, so desperate to feel a real man inside you. Isn't that right?"

Sara Beth closed her eyes. "Yes. I need it. God, I need it. I want to be fucked. I want you to make me feel like a woman."

"You're all woman, honey," Robert replied as he sunk his cock back deep in her body, his manhood penetrating deeper than her husband had ever delved.

Sara Beth gasped as his cock touched and excited nerves she didn't even know existed. Her hand reached up and touched his beefy chest while he held himself fully impaled in her body.

She studied every inch of him. The way his nostrils flared as held himself fully inserted in her. His heartbeat pounded through his chest as she pressed her hand against him. And how his arms tensed as he pushed himself up on the bed.

And then he began thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her, slowly at first, but he quickly picked up steam.

"You've already made it past two thrusts," she quickly noted.

"I guess that means you're in uncharted territory," he laughed.

"Lucky me," she smiled.

Sara Beth squealed in delight as Robert began pounding into her, and tears of pleasure welled up in her eyes.

"God, you're so big," she cried out.

Robert slid back on the bed, pulling Sara Beth back with him until she was positioned at the edge of the bed and he was standing on the floor.

He stood over her and admired her naked body laid out before him, his cock firmly implanted in her pussy. He pulled up her legs and threw her ankles on his shoulders as he began thrusting into her again.

Her body rocked back and forth on the bed, his thrusts now even harder and deeper as his legs forcefully drove his cock forward, and Sara Beth shrieked out in pleasure.

Her squeals and screeches gradually turned less playful and more serious as she sunk into her arousal. Her body began sweating, and her titties jiggled as her body was rocked back and forth.

"God, this feels so good," she cried out.

"Feels pretty good on my end, too," Robert replied. "You're a good lay."

He reached down and began playing with her tits, squeezing and tugging on her little pert nipples, and Sara Beth gasped at the new stimulation.

"It seems someone has sensitive nipples," he wryly observed.

"Fuck!" she cried out.

"And a dirty little mouth," he added.

"God, you bring out the slut in me," she admitted.

"I love seeing it. I love seeing a woman freed," he remarked as he continued jamming his cock in her pussy and tugging on her nipples. Her body writhed in pleasure every time he squeezed and pinched her nipples, and he took great pleasure in twisting and pulling her newly discovered knobs of pleasure.

"It feels so good. Damn it, it feels so fucking good," she spat out.

"Just let yourself cum. Don't hold back."

Her breathing was labored. Her pussy, her entire body was like a tinderbox ready to explode. Her legs fell limply to the side as she surrendered herself to Robert.

He was like a maestro conducting her body, playing her for all she was worth, her emotions swelling up with each thrust of his cock and tug of her nipples.

She closed her eyes and felt his cock sawing in and out of her pussy, his cock stabbing deep, reaching so far, she wondered if he might not somehow burst her inside lining.

Then she opened her eyes. He was having his way with her, pulling her nipples hard. She raised her head and saw his cock obscenely pumping her pussy, his massive manhood excavating her body. She was delirious, transported to a dreamlike state.

Then her eyes drifted up to Robert's face. He grimaced, clearly working hard, his face filled with determination and singularly focused on fucking her. He relentlessly pounded her, his cock driving her ever closer to climax while his fingers endlessly teased her sensitive nipples.

She was overwhelmed, her emotions brimming at the edge. And then she caught his gaze, and she couldn't hide her pleasure as she cried out, wanting to let him know how good he made her feel, except she couldn't even speak intelligibly. Her emotions came out in wordless wails and moans, but the message was unmistakable.

And then Robert gave her a simple nod, as if he gave her permission, and that's all it took to send her tumbling over the edge.

"Fuck!" she screamed out as he gave her nipples an extra hard tug.

Her body convulsed, and she was flooded with emotions and energy as she climaxed. She screamed out shamelessly as the tears flowed, her chest pushing straight up in the air as her back arched.

But Robert kept pounding her the whole time, and she kept crying out, her body lost in a newfound euphoria, as if he had unlocked emotions and pleasures she had no idea even existed.

She was still breathing hard, barely even able to catch her breath when Robert stopped, just leaving himself impaled inside her, his cock still hard and throbbing.

Her body was a strange mix of spent and energized. Her muscles all felt tight, as if she couldn't move, but she looked up when he finally released her nipples.

"Do you feel like a woman yet?" he asked her.

Sara Beth still couldn't speak, and she just nodded her head enthusiastically.

"There's nothing sexier than watching a woman climax," he observed.

"That - that was incredible," she hoarsely whispered between labored breaths.

"Ready for round two?" he asked.

"Round two?" she repeated, suddenly realizing that he was far from done and wondering what she had gotten herself into.

Robert pulled himself out of her, and her pussy felt like a gaping hole. Then he rolled her over on the bed and pulled her up onto her hands and knees, leaving her prone and presented for him to mount.

His finger ran along the length of her wet slit, and her body shivered in pleasure all over again. He squeezed her swollen sensitive labia, and she gasped.

"Your pussy looks so beautiful after it's been fucked," he crudely observed, and then he inserted a finger into her fuckhole. "You're still so wet, still so aroused."

Sara Beth held herself still. She let him play with her, do whatever he wanted to her body.

And then she was rewarded as his warm tongue licked along the length of her slit, taking in her juices, and her whole body trembled in pleasure all over again. He spread her labia, and then his tongue lapped at her pink flesh and sucked lightly on her clit.

She held herself still, amazed at how he seemingly knew how to press her every button, his experience in pleasuring a woman readily apparent.

He kissed her sex and loved it, his tongue gently cajoling her, the taste buds running across her most sensitive flesh and sending her juices rushing forth as the taste of her slightly acrid, bitter nectar hit his senses.

She sighed. Her body, so tense and on edge only moments earlier, relaxed, her muscles loosened, and her nerves settled. She fell into an almost zen-like state as his tongue flicked at her sex, his lips kissing her labia as a feeling of warmth and peace filled her body.

She was still highly aroused, but gone was the violent raw intensity of his cock penetrating her, only to be replaced by a gentler stimulation that filled her with a quiet warmth and gratification.

And then his tongue pressed forth, pushing past her folds and penetrating into her pussy, and all new sensations were unlocked. Sara Beth gasped, and her chest collapsed on the bed, but she stuck her ass out in the air even more, presenting herself, begging Robert to bring her even more pleasure.

Her juices flowed forth like a spring, and his tongue lapped it all up like a dog as he slurped on her sex. She was already edging hard as his hands grabbed her waist and he pulled back his tongue.

Sara Beth let out a huge sigh, her pussy so moist and tender that just the slightest touch, the slightest sensation could send her over the edge.

And then Robert's thick cock plunged into her pussy, and her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as she was filled with seven inches of hard meat.

"Fuck!" she screamed out, her senses instantly overwhelmed as her needy pussy felt like it was stretched to it's extremes and ready to split at the seams.

He held himself impaled in her, his cock pulsing, deliciously announcing its presence, so primal and raw.

"God, I've dreamed of this," she spat out, tears forming in her eyes again.

Robert pulled back and gave her a hard thrust, and she cried out in pleasure.

"Is this what you wanted," he teased as he gave her another hard thrust, and she whimpered, the lines between pleasure and pain becoming blurred.

"You drove hours away just to get fucked by a real man," he added, and he gave her another thrust.

"God, yes," she enthusiastically affirmed.

"To be a slut to someone you've never even met before," and then he gave her ass a loud slap, and her body trembled.

Sara Beth was breathing heavily, in lust and anticipation.

"This hot little body has been begging to be properly fucked like your back ain't got no bone," he casually remarked as his hand ran over the red mark left by the first slap he gave her.

Every word he uttered only added to her arousal, and she couldn't contain it any longer. She wanted him. She needed him. She needed to fuck or be fucked.

Impatient, she began sliding back and forth along his pole. She sighed, and her whole body shook as the sexual gratification she so desperately sought was finally delivered, even if she had to do it herself.

Robert gave her other ass cheek a hard slap that reverberated off the walls, and she cried out in a loud shriek.

"Can't even wait. You're so desperate for cock. You're such a hot slut, Sara Beth," Robert laughed as he let the Wichita woman fuck him.

But then his hands held her waist and stopped her movement. She groaned in protest, her pleasure temporarily halted, her pussy so needy and horny, aching in desperation.

"As amusing as it is seeing you so horny, so willing to just degrade yourself for sex, you did come here to be fucked by a man, and I promised to be that man for you," her remarked.

Her heart swelled while his hands ran over the curves of her ample ass.

"More cushion for the pushin', as they say," he laughed out loud. "Now it's time to go riding."

And then he began pounding her, and she let out an unmistakable scream of pleasure.

His hands kept a tight hold on her waist. Every hard thrust propelled her forward, but then his strong hands pulled her back against him as he pushed forward again.

His cock penetrated deep, reaching into the depths of her body, and exciting all her nerves and triggering new sensations. She cried out in pleasure, at first wondering how he could be making her feel so good, why sex felt so much better with him when she realized that he must be hitting her G spot, and she surrendered her body, letting herself sink awash in the pleasure.

His balls swung into her with every hard thrust, tapping against her clit. It was stimulation overload.

He relentlessly pounded her, his cock hard and its aim true. It was raw and animalistic, so primal, so unabashedly sexual.

"Fuck, I'm a slut," she called out, announcing it for the world to hear.

Robert grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

"Say it again," he ordered.

"I'm a slut!" she said, even louder this time as her tits kept swinging wildly back and forth.

He gave her ass another slap with his other hand.

"I'm a slut!" she screamed this time, loud enough to hear from the parking lot.

Then he let her hair go, and her head hung down, her long hair shrouding her face. His body loudly slammed into hers, the thud of his skin on hers echoing throughout the room with every thrust.

"I can't help it; I can't help it," she cried out.

"Can't help what?" Robert asked, bemused.

"I can't hold it in any longer."

"Why the fuck would you want to hold it in?" he wondered as he gave her ass another hearty slap, both of her cheeks glowing red by this point.

"Fuck!" she screamed out as her body collapsed flat on the bed.

She began convulsing as his cock throbbed inside her. Her arms and legs were outstretched. Her fingers gripped into the sheets, her nails almost ripping a hole through the fabric while her toes curled up. She screamed out repeatedly in pleasure while all the guilt, all the fantasies, all the dreams were manifested in that one moment as she was transported to a euphoric state, delivered to a high that she imagined was what drugs felt like, and all the rest of the world didn't exist for a brief moment in time.

Robert fell down on top of her, his manhood still firmly implanted in her body. Her pussy tightened around him, and he couldn't hold it in any longer as his warm semen filled her love canal.

Sara Beth was inundated with passion, with emotion, her body overflowing with sensations, with vitality as his seed spread around. His cock pulsed as his ejaculate kept spurting forth until his balls were fully emptied out, and then she was left in a strangely peaceful state.

She was fully alert, but with her sexual desires now fully satisfied, she felt Robert's cock soften inside her until it slipped out. His strong body laid on top of hers, almost crushing her under his weight, but then he rolled over to the side on the bed.

She lifted her head and looked at him, and they shared a long glance. She smiled, almost embarrassed by how she acted in front of him.

He saw her fear and put his finger to her lips as if to quiet her.

Instead, she turned to the side, and they cuddled together as they fell asleep in each other's arms in a peacefully blissful satisfied exhaustion.

*****

To be continued....