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I opened my eyes.

Seeing him feast on my crotch like a starved wolf only complicated matters. The tingling sensation worsened. My entire body began to quake.

He must have sensed it, because he looked up and met my gaze. After making eye contact, he went right back to eating my pussy like a tattooed boss.

A few more strokes from his talented tongue later, and my clit began to buzz like a bee. Certain I was going to die from the orgasm that followed, I relaxed and embraced my impending death. If I was going to die on my first day at work, this was the way I wanted it to happen.

The orgasm shot through me like a rocket. My muscles tensed. As it escaped me, I let out a wail like I was being murdered.

“Holy fucking…Oh. My. God,” I murmured.

I clenched his head with my thighs and prayed that he stop.

But he didn’t.

I shuttered. I shook. I came. And then, I came again. And, again. The room spun. My eyesight blurred. My ears rang.

When everything settled down, he was standing in front of me with a raging hard on. As perfect as he looked wearing nothing but a tee shirt, being fucked was the last thing on my to-do list. I needed time to recover, and a few moments wasn’t going to be enough.

A week was more like it.

“Well? What did you think?” I whispered.

He wiped his beard with his palm. “You got a great little pussy.”

“Really?”

He reached for my ankles and gently pulled me off the edge of the countertop. I stood on shaking legs, uncertain how long I could continue to do so without collapsing.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face the bar. Naturally, I flattened my hands against the counter to steady myself. He must have seen it as his cue, because he pushed against the center of my back and forced my boobs onto the cold granite surface.

Then, without warning, he shoved his cock in me.

All. Of. It.

“Oh. My God!” I gasped.

“Holy fuck that feels good,” he said.

He withdrew himself, and then slowly pushed his entire length back inside.

I was one and a half strokes into our sexual adventure, and I felt like I’d just completed a gang bang with an NFL football team.

I’d heard all the phrases like, it’s not the size of the ship, it’s the motion of the ocean. Until that moment, I believed them.

It was painfully obvious that the women who spouted such untruths had never been fucked by a man with a real dick. If they had, they’d know better than to try and sell such lies to the masses of unknowing women who were willing to listen.

A man with a big dick will ruin a woman from ever being satisfied by anything normal. I now knew that to be the truth.

He gripped my waist in his hands and commenced to fuck me like I was paying off a debt.

The tip of his dick was making me aware that there were areas inside of me that I had no idea existed. His massive girth and unequaled length had him well into unchartered territory, and I was enjoying every thrust that reminded me of it.

“Fuck yes,” he said through his teeth. “You’ve got a fantastic little cunt.”

No one had ever said the c-word in my presence and got away with it. In the context he’d used it, however, it took me to an entirely new level of wetness.

“Thank you,” I said between breaths.