I looked back at the TV in time to see Yinka rise up and effortlessly strip off his T-shirt. His face was covered with shiny juice. Every muscle rippled as he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and slowly started to pull them over his slim hips.
Soon the waistband revealed the large, black, angry-looking head of his truly impressive penis. Inch after inch of the shaft that was easily as big around as my wrist came into view.
He kept up the strip tease. . .agonizingly slow, as his nine-inch pipe sprang free. When his shorts finally cleared his huge balls, he pushed the shorts the rest of the way down and stepped out of them.
Chinyere lay panting spreadeagle on the table like she had been shot. Her hips were still making small, involuntary movements and her nostrils flared in time with her ragged breathing. Before she could totally come back to earth, Yinka reached down and pulled her ass to the edge of the table like she was a rag doll.
He raised her knees up and pushed her soft thighs wide. Reaching down, he took his huge meat in his fist and started to rub the giant helmet-like head back and forth against her sopping wet little box.
Somewhere among the cobwebs in her head, Chinyere realized what Yinka was doing. She raised her head, and her eyes fluttered open. “No. . .please, I can’t do this. . .I’m married!” she moaned.
“That makes two of us, princess.” Yinka broke into that dazzling smile again as he gazed down at her. “Just relax and enjoy. I’m a professional. . .remember?
She looked closely at his handsome face for the first time. “Please. . .,” she whispered, “we shouldn’t being doing this. . .”
“But that’s what I’m here for, princess. . .to please you. It’s all part of the service. Now just lay back and get ready for some serious therapy!” Yinka reached one hand down and braced it on the table by her waist as he started to push his big cock meat into my wife.
Although Chinyere’s guilt reflex was starting to say no, her body had other ideas. Still reeling from her explosive climax moments earlier, once again, her small hips betrayed her and started to react to the intense stimulus at her entrance. As she closed her eyes again and laid her head back, her hand instinctively reached down to touch the monster at her gate.
Suddenly her tiny hand came into contact with the giant meat poised to enter her. When she tried to wrap her fingers around its massive girth, her eyes snapped open wide. She raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at what must have looked like a telephone pole to her.
“Please. . .” she breathed again. Then she said what I was thinking: “It’s too big. . .you’ll tear me apart!”
“Nonsense. ..” Yinka laughed. “I’ll go way slow and be very gentle. Remember our motto. . .Satisfaction guaranteed! And I guarantee you’re going to be satisfied with this!”
Chinyere looked nervous now, but she was still obviously turned on. I knew she had never even dreamed of taking on a cock this size. Her chest heaved as she watched him find her opening and push just the tip inside. He pushed in just a little farther. . .just fractions of an inch at a time, but slowly his big pipe began to disappear. Chinyere closed her eyes tight again and tried to relax her muscles, but I could clearly see how pale her knuckles were as she gripped the sheet beneath her.
Yinka was true to his word. He took things very slowly and let her get used to every movement before he went any further. He shifted his weight a bit, and little by little, he started to make progress. After he got about three inches inside, he stopped and asked if she was all right.
She nodded — still with her eyes squeezed tight. She was starting to breathe very heavily again, and he surprised her by leaning down and taking one of her rigid nipples in his mouth. Chinyere immediately let out a loud moan and wrapped her hand in his mass of hair, holding his head firmly to her quivering breast.
Yinka worked both nipples with his lips and tongue for a few moments. Then as she started to become more comfortable, he raised back up and hooked his arms underneath her legs — raising her knees almost to his shoulders and pulling her thighs wide apart. This not only aligned her pelvis in a position for better penetration, but it also gave Olu and me a good view of the tip of his cock buried in her moist hole.
Chinyere’s moaned again. Yinka slowly pulled his hips back a bit, revealing for a brief moment the portion of his meat that had been inside of her. We just had time to see that it was slick with her juices before he flicked his buttocks forward again and gently pushed back inside.
Chinyere gave a soft little grunt as he began to rock back and forth — each time pushing a little more of his big pole inside.
What an amazing sight — watching a near-total stranger fucking my beautiful wife. I tried to remember how I got here. A couple of weeks ago this had been the furthest thing from my mind. Now I had a myriad of emotions going through my head as I watched the wildly erotic display.
Part of me wondered if my wife would ever be satisfied in my bed again. But I realized our marriage and our love for each other was solid and would survive… No, what I felt more than anything was raw excitement. It was like watching a play — except I imagined my wife and myself as part of the cast of players. I had agreed to allow this to happen, and I almost could feel her intense pleasure while I watched them move together.
Yinka had established a rhythm now with long, smooth strokes. He was beginning to breathe heavier, too, and his body was gleaming with sweat. I watched his rock-hard ass cheeks flex back and forth, then shifted my gaze back to his shiny cock as it slid almost completely in and out — appearing and disappearing inside her with each thrust.
“Ahhhh…..Ahhhh……Ahhhh……Ahhhhh…..,” Chinyere began a steady chant in time with his even strokes. She laid her head back on the table, but her tiny hands clutched and grabbed at his massive biceps on his arms — still holding up her legs. She began bucking her hips back to meet his thrusts, and I realized she had taken him all. Now his huge balls began to make a soft slapping sound against her ass with each downstroke.
“You’ve got it all, princess. . .how does it feel?” Yinka grunted as he began to pick up the pace steadily.
Chinyere could barely answer through gritted teeth, “Uhhnn…ohh,…. my gawd!!!…It feels sss, sssooo….ssoooo, goood!!!!!!!! I…I’ve….nn…nnevver……f, fff…felt…so….fulll!!!” The mics and speaker system were very good. I could hear every sound in the room, including the wet squishing noise her tight little pussy was making as he ground into her.
Then Yinka seemed to shift into a higher gear. He raised her small ankles and feet up and placed them on his broad shoulders. Then he planted both hands on the table on each side of her. Once he had repositioned her, he pulled his cock almost all the way out and held it at her opening for a second, teasing her. “Ready. . .?” he whispered.
“Oh yes…..put it back inside!. Fuck me, Yinka. . . .please!!!!! she begged as we all held our breath.
He suddenly slammed back into her, and she cried out in pleasure. Then Yinka began to pound into my wife like a jackhammer. The solid table rocked and groaned beneath them, and Chinyere’s breasts shook back and forth as she neared another orgasm.
Yinka knew she was close again, and he began to change up his movements — rotating and grinding his hips sometimes. . .then just pounding into her with unbelievable speed and stamina on the next series of thrusts. Their bodies slapped together with loud smacks that got louder and sharper.
Chinyere rarely cums during straight fucking, but as Yinka’s ass turned into a blur, Chinyere let out a keening cry that I’m sure could be heard throughout the building.
Yinka began to gasp and grunt too, and I realized he was close as well. “Oh God…..I’m gonna CUMMM!!!!!!” I heard him shout as she shuddered, yelped, and clawed beneath him.
This is what I had been waiting for, and I felt the white-hot liquid that had been building up inside of me begin to race through my shaft in my pumping fist. Just as I exploded, I watched Yinka yell out and yank his cock from my wife’s pussy, still bucking with spasms from her own orgasm. As soon as his cockhead cleared her entrance, a thick rope of semen jetted out in an arc across her body.
Most of it landed just above her head, but some splashed across her face and neck. Another spurt followed — landing mostly on her heaving breasts and stomach.
Yinka continued to slowly jack his cock in his hand while Chinyere became the masseuse — reaching up and massaging his milky white liquid into her skin with one hand while her other hand reached down and pushed his hand away to stroke his black, swollen meat gently.
While I reached for some tissues to clean up my mess, Yinka leaned down and tenderly kissed Chinyere for the first and only time. I could see their tongues battling intensely in their mouths as she thanked him passionately for what he had done.
I had almost forgotten about Olu. He began to stir next to me, and I could see he was also doing some cleanup from the incredible display we had just witnessed. “I’m giving you the original… but do you mind if I make a copy of this tape?” he asked with a weary grin as he pushed some buttons on the DVD.
“No problem, ” I said. “It’s the least I could do. That was truly amazing!”
I looked back at the screen and saw Yinka start to pull his clothes back on. Chinyere was spent. She still was lying on the table, lazily stroking her stomach — a contented smile played on her lips. She watched with half-open eyes while Yinka got dressed. When he was through, he went back to the table and stroked the cheek softly with his hand.
“That concludes the treatment for today,” he grinned. “How do you feel?”
“Oh, my!” was all she could whisper. “I feel like a new woman. . .”
“Well, like I said. . .it’s all part of my job. Satisfaction guaranteed!” He bent down and gave her another small kiss on her flushed cheek, then said, “Take your time, princess. . .you can get up and shower whenever you want.” Then he quietly left the room.
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