That Was Fun

Richie gripped his beer mug and took another swallow, allowing the senses of the Abby's foot rubbing his boner under the table to soothe him. He knew this was Melvin's ex wife and a woman that he shouldn't come near with a ten foot pole. Only his ten INCH pole (he wished... actually more around six and a third, but who's counting?) was begging her to make it squirt goo all down his leg.

"I've always had a bit of a thing for you, Richie," Abby whispered from across the table. "Sometimes, when Melvin fucked me, I wished it was you. I pretended it was your big dick inside me, and that was the only way I could cum. I'd think about you sticking your cock between my tits and you pumping until you came on my chest and my face. That's what I want."

Abigail smiled as she observed the expression on Richie Golding's face and knew that she had him. Men were so easy to manipulate. One down and one to go.

The image of Richie titty-fucking Abigail came to life vividly inside of his head, and boy oh boy, was it a doozy. He felt his cock blossom in his pants, her toes stroking him through the fabric, his penis struggling to break free of its restraints. His hands gripped the end of the table, and he blew a quick breath through his teeth.

He hoped no one in the cafe chanced a glance at his direction at this particular moment because they'd figure he was either having a heart attack or busting a nut. Richie pictured Abby's massive, round breasts pressed against his cock on either side and a look of sheer ecstasy on Abigail's face as he thrust again and again, his balls sliding back and forth on the top of her stomach. He imagined his cum splattering along her chest and on to her face, her mouth open to catch what it could, her tongue licking her bottom lip.

His cock spurted in his pants, and Richie felt a wet warmth spill down his leg. He knew that he'd probably have a wet spot on the outside of his pants now, but at the moment, he didn't care one bit. The fucking woman had probably given him a foot fetish for the rest of his life.

"That was fun," Abby said with a toothy smile. "Now it's my turn."