Nymphomaniac Wants a Pussy-Pounding

Colin Bigwig was walking home from work when he saw a gorgeous woman, wearing a bright yellow dress. But it wasn't just any old yellow dress... this particular number was embroidered with purple flowers and pink flamingos, which absolutely blew Colin's mind. This sexy vixen looked like she had just walked straight off a Hawaiian beach.

In his daze, he dropped his workbag, which the sexy vixen then proceeded to trip over. As she fell, Colin saw a fantastic flash of her undergarments, which were pink and lacy, like the flamingos on her dress.

Colin licked his lips and felt a twitch. Before rushing to help the girl, who was sprawled across the pavement, he had to readjust the bulge in his pants.

'Are you all right?' asked Colin, outstretching his hand. 'You're not hurt, are you?'

'No,' replied the girl, clasping his wrist and finding her feet. Her glimmering green eyes then locked onto his and Colin felt a shiver down his spine. 'In fact -- I've never felt better.'

'Oh really?' grinned Colin. 'And why is that?'

'Well,' the woman smirked, while twiddling a piece of her wavy brown hair. 'I've been looking for a man of your -- stature. And now it seems that I've found one.'

'Stature?' Colin frowned. 'What do you mean?'

'I could tell from the moment I saw you,' said the sexy vixen. 'You have a massive dick, don't you?'

'Erm...' mumbled Colin.

The woman raised her eyebrows, gazing down at Colin's package. 'I'm right, aren't I?'

Colin laughed. 'Well, I'm not one to brag, but --'

'I knew it!' beamed the woman. She then shook Colin's hand and said, 'My name's Barbara by the way.'

'Nice to get acquainted,' replied Colin.

'Now,' said Barbara, as she checked her wristwatch. 'How about you come back to mine? I reckon we can get a good sesh in before I go to yoga class.'

'You do yoga?' gasped Colin. Judging by her lean physique, he was certain that she would be quite flexible.

'What do you say?' Barbara persisted. 'I need the release and I'm sure that you will do the job.'

'I'm your man,' said Colin, unable to stop himself from grinning like a naughty schoolboy.

'Come on then,' said Barbara, tugging at his tie. 'Let's go.'

Five minutes later, Barbara had Colin Bigwig pinned to her yoga mat, straddling him in that very fascinating yellow dress.

'Go on then,' prompted Colin, eying her up and down. 'Show us some of your moves.'

'You may regret saying that,' Barbara giggled, as she lifted one of her legs up over her shoulder.

Colin could now see her lace-covered pussy, which was exposed to him in all of its moist glory.

'Wow,' remarked Colin, prodding her wet flower. 'You are quite flexible.'

'You've seen nothing yet,' said Barbara. She then stood up and moved over to the coffee table, upon which she did the splits. 'Fuck me,' she begged, beckoning him over. 'Whip it out and fuck me.'

Colin Bigwig did not need asking twice. He scrambled over to the coffee table and pulled down his trousers.

'Oh...' she mumbled, with heavy disappointment on her face.

'What?' Colin asked her, feeling quite self-conscious with his pork sword standing to attention. 'Don't you like it?'

Barbara shrugged. 'I suppose it'll have to do.'

'Right,' said Colin, clearing his throat. 'Erm -- okay.'

'Go on then!' cried Barbara. 'I haven't got all day -- I've got yoga at seven.'

'We'd better get cracking then,' said Colin, pulling aside her drenched knickers and inserting his shaft.

Barbara grunted. 'That's it.'

'Oh baby,' groaned Colin, not believing his luck. 'You're so moist!'

'It can be quite the problem,' admitted Barbara.

Colin began to thrust back and forth, holding on to her slender hips as he gained incredible speed.

'My goodness,' Barbara cried out in amazement. 'It seems that size doesn't matter after all!'

'No, it doesn't,' agreed Colin, quite pleased with himself. 'It's all about technique.'

Barbara's legs were still spread wide apart on the coffee table while Colin pounded away at her. Suddenly, Barbara groaned and exclaimed, 'Oh -- oh my God! I'm coming -- God, I'm coming!'

Colin felt her pussy tighten around his cock. 'That's it, baby. That's the ticket!'

'Oh yeah!' shrieked Barbara, gushing onto the coffee table and soaking her yellow dress.

Colin continued to ram her, which resulted in a fresh explosion of juices. 'Jesus,' mumbled Colin. 'I'll have to get a canoe out of here!'

Barbara looked at her wristwatch. 'I'll erm -- oh -- erm -- oh God -- I'll have to get going soon.'

Colin sped up the pace of his thrusting. 'I won't be long now,' he told her. 'Won't be long now.'

'Oh good,' said Barbara. 'Go on then, big boy. Unleash your load!'

Colin felt the semen flowing up his shaft, ready for release. As he continued to thrust, the liquid built up more and more, until Colin could no longer contain it.

'Aarrgha*#^sh~da*!' cried Colin, in absolute ecstasy as he shot his load deep into Barbara's tight tunnel. 'Oh God, yes -- oh God!'

'It's so warm,' remarked Barbara. 'Your cum's so warm!'

As the pleasure subsided and Colin pulled out, Barbara suddenly looked around with disdain.

'What's wrong?' Colin asked her.

'I've done it again,' cried Barbara, shaking her head. 'I just can't help myself.'

Colin raised his eyebrows in surprise. 'You mean -- you do this often?'

'Whenever I have a spare moment,' answered Barbara. 'It's quite a bad habit really -- especially when nice dresses get ruined.'

'Oh,' mumbled Colin.

'Anyway, it's time for me to leave,' announced Barbara, waddling to the bathroom to dry herself off with a towel. 'But feel free to call in again.'

'Don't worry,' Colin assured her. 'I think I just might.'