Lisa had been married ten years when she spotted him at the hotel bar. Tall, broad, with arms that strained his sleeves and a cocky smirk that said he knew what women wanted. Her husband was upstairs asleep after too many drinks at the conference, but Lisa stayed behind, nursing a vodka and letting the stranger buy her another. His name was Marcus.
Within an hour his hand was on her thigh under the table, fingers sliding higher until he cupped her pussy through her dress and felt how wet she already was.
They didnt make it to his room. Marcus pulled her into the stairwell, shoved her against the wall, and yanked her dress up. Im gonna fuck you raw, he growled, freeing his cock. It was hugethick as her wrist, veined, and already leaking. Lisa stared, heart hammering, but she didnt stop him. She wrapped her fingers around it, barely able to close her hand, and stroked while he ripped her panties aside.
He bent her over the railing and drove in. The first thrust split her open, stretching her pussy so wide she cried out. Marcus didnt ease up. He grabbed her hips and slammed deeper, each stroke forcing more of that massive cock inside until his balls slapped her clit. Lisas walls clenched around him, dripping down her thighs. Fuck, youre tight, he grunted, pounding harder. She came fast, legs shaking, but he kept going, using her like he owned her.
They moved to his room. Marcus stripped her and laid her on the bed, spreading her legs wide. He fed that huge cock back into her soaked cunt inch by inch, watching her face as she took it all. Once buried to the hilt he started fucking in long, brutal strokes, the head battering her cervix. Lisa moaned loud, nails digging into his back. Harder, she begged. He flipped her onto all fours and railed her from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass. Her pussy gushed around him, soaking the sheets.
Marcus pulled out and fed the fat head into her mouth. She gagged but sucked greedily, tasting her own cream on his shaft. He fucked her throat until spit ran down her chin, then flipped her again and mounted her missionary, pinning her wrists. He drilled deep, grinding his pelvis against her clit until she came a second time, screaming into his shoulder. He didnt stop. He kept pounding, sweat slicking their bodies, until his cock swelled even thicker and he unloaded deep inside her, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum.
They fucked twice more that night. Once with her riding him, sinking down on that monster until her belly bulged slightly from the size. The second time he took her against the window, her tits pressed to the glass while he hammered her from behind, cum leaking down her legs. By morning Lisa was sore, marked with handprints and bite marks, and dripping his load. She slipped back to her room before her husband woke, the ache between her legs a filthy reminder of how completely that huge cock had taken her.
