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There is a natural order of things, a proper role for each of us. As a man, I am the provider, the bread winner, the leader. My wife knows this, and she loves me for what I give her. She respects me, obeys me, and understands that my needs and desires take priority. And by far, my greatest need is sex. I love fucking, and I need the release it gives me. I fuck every day, sometimes multiple times. I always have a girlfriend, though my wife and I have never acknowledged it. She knows, but would never address it because men have affairs, and that’s just how life is.

I thought about all of this as my latest girlfriend sucked my cock. She took me down her throat while she gently squeezed my balls. I groaned in enjoyment. My wife dutifully sucked my cock regularly, but she wasn’t skilled at it.

But this girl…wow. She sucked with devotion and care. No hands on my cock, just her mouth. She slid my member out of her mouth, repositioned, then took my head back in. She flicked her tongue over the eye of my cock, slurping delightfully as pre cum oozed out. She ran her lips down the shaft, then moved back up and sucked my cock head with increasing power. She knew I was close.

She told me once that the ultimate way for a woman to love a man was to worship his cock. A cock was the source of all life. It provided a woman with the purest pleasure she could possibly feel. It was what made a woman surrender to a man. Without a cock, a woman could not achieve her full potential–she would never orgasm, feel the joy of pleasing a man, or get pregnant. A cock was the most escort bursa magnificent thing a woman could care for, and men deserved to have their manhood worshipped.

I was aching now, my cock throbbing at the nearing crescendo. I grabbed her head and made her take me balls deep. She gagged, and I twitched in anticipation of flooding her throat with my seed.

I thrust a couple more times, then grunted in pleasure as I blew my load down her throat. I remained in position, enjoying the final waves of my orgasm. She gagged again, but she was in complete adoration of my cock and devoured the precious fluid I spurted into her.

I slid out and laid back on the bed. She was still on her knees, and looked up at me. She was beautiful–straight brunette hair that cascaded down her back and over her tits. They were huge now, swelling in anticipation of the baby. Her pregnant belly was small, and it surprised people when she said she already 7 months along.

She was barely 20. I was almost 60, but we were attracted to each other immediately upon meeting. I took her to bed that very night. I fucked her over and over, and by the next morning, her pussy was sore from the deep drillings. As I blew my load during one of those “drillings” I got her pregnant.

She climbed on the bed next to me. She was naked, and lay on her back. I loved fucking her, though she had a possessive streak. She cried every time I went home, begging me not to fuck my wife. But she knew that I would never agree to that. Sometimes, she texted nonstop, and only ceased görükle escort when I texted back to say that my wife and I had finished.

She would ask for details. Did my wife make me cum? Did I fuck her more than once? Did she enjoy when I pushed into her pussy? Was my cock in her mouth? She frothed in hatred at the thought of another woman moaning in pleasure as she took my cock.

When my wife and I went on our annual vacation, my girlfriend was grief stricken. She accused me of going away simply to punish her. I had sex with my wife several times a day on that trip, something my girlfriend seemed to know intuitively. She flew into a jealous rage; any time my cock was pleasuring someone else, my girlfriend was denied that pleasure. The thought of another woman experiencing my manhood caused her to be despondent.

I turned on my side and leaned over, taking one of her enlarged nipples into my mouth. I began sucking gently, and reached down to her sex. I parted her pussy lips and slid my finger into her wetness. She squirmed in enjoyment. I fingered her gently while I moved to her other nipple. My manhood hardened as I brushed over her swollen belly. She was pregnant with my child, proof of the virility of my seed, the absolute power of my cock.

I wanted to mount her right then, and fuck her wildly. She was happiest on her back, feeling the fullness of a throbbing cock. I loved it too–the power I had in knowing that I alone made her cum.

I slid my finger out of her wet pussy and spread her legs. I needed to be inside her. I needed to remind her what it means to be taken by a man. I positioned my cock at her girlish entrance. I wouldn’t need any lube. She was always dripping with anticipation. I nudged her opening with the massive mushroom tip of my member. She moaned and readied her pussy. I pushed in hard and deep. She took all of me, as she always did. I was big, and her tight hole barely accommodated my length and girth, but she gasped in enjoyment as I penetrated her.

“Fuck me Daddy,” she whispered. I didn’t say anything, I just began thrusting. Unlike my wife, this girl loved to be drilled. We didn’t have sweet, kind, slow sex. I fucked her. She desired me in a primal way, and that can only be satisfied by fucking.

I was on my knees now, with her legs high in the air. I screwed her pussy with maniacal speed. She screamed in ecstasy, begging me to “please keep fucking me!”

I thrust harder and felt a growing wildness in the deepest region of my loins. She was in the highest state of pleasure that a woman could ever experience. She loved my cock, and desired it on a deep level I’d probably never understand.

I continued to pound her, to pleasure her hole. She came in waves, and I fucked her harder in response. I ejaculated deep into her pussy as she road the final waves of her joy.

My cock was spent, and I pulled out of her.

“I have to go, baby.” She gazed at me angrily. I leaned down between her legs and parted her pussy lips a final time. I licked up to her clit, suckled it briefly, then stood back up.

That night, as I climbed off my wife, my phone buzzed repeatedly. I knew my girlfriend was in a jealous rage. But this was the deal. I wasn’t going to leave my wife. I would not refuse her my cock, no matter how much my girlfriend desired me.

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