Page 20 of Devil’s Disciples

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.

His hips slapped hard against my ass. “What’s your fucking name, anyway?”

I realized that in all the excitement, I hadn’t even introduced myself.

“Andy,” I gasped.

He pounded his full length into me three more times before he acknowledged my response.

“Baker,” he said with a laugh. “Nice to meet you.”

I chuckled to myself at the direction my life had taken. I had a new job, a handsome as hell neighbor, and I was having my brains fucked out by a man I didn’t know in a five thousand dollar a month apartment that was walking distance from the San Diego Bay.

It beat the hell out of being robbed at gunpoint, losing my job, and being unemployed, that was for sure.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the empty apartment. A dozen or so strokes later, I felt myself contract. No differently than when he sucked my pussy, I expected the climactic ending was going to make me appear to be mindless.

I opened my eyes and focused on the feeling of being stretched wider than I’d ever been. I felt his hand against my shoulder. Then, he lifted against it, causing me to arch my back. His warm breath against my neck sent a chill down my spine.

“Do it,” he breathed into my ear. “Do it, you sexy little bitch.”

It was all the authorization I needed.

I came with the force of a tsunami, clenching his cock like a vise as I reached climax. When the waves of pleasure ended, my legs gave out.

He caught me before I hit the floor.

“You’re out of shape,” he said. “Because we’re far from done.”

A sigh shot from my lungs. “Seriously?”

He simply smiled.

He fucked me two more times that day, again on the island, and once as we gazed out at the traffic.

When he finally came, it was all over my tits. I’d never viewed being plastered with cum as sexy, at least not until that afternoon.

When Baker did it, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

It may have been the smile that he wore when he was standing in front of me with his cock in his hand. Or the fact that I’d never seen a man come so much. Maybe it was that he let me clean it up with his awesome guitar print socks. Regardless, my first day at work was the best day I’d had in a long, long time.

He pulled his jeans on and buckled his belt. “Craziest fucking thing I’ve ever done,” he said under his breath.

“Having sex with a stranger?” I asked.

“No.” He let out a long breath. “It’s not that.”