He told her she could but had to cum first. He lifted her to her feet and pulled her close. She straddled him and he held her as he slipped into her h...ot wet pussy. She was still a little sore from the previous evening but it was a good hurt. She sat still as he thrust upwards into her. It didn't take much and before she knew it, she could feel her pussy gushing as the first waves of her orgasm swept over her.Spent, she collapsed into his chest. He asked her if she felt better. And she did. She. We picked a day and met at the motel. We had a few drinks in the room which led to the conversation turning sexual. I told her that I found everything about her so fucking sexy and asked her if she was into dirty talk. Specifically, would she be okay if I used the word fat in a positive way to convey how hot I thought her body was. She said she was comfortable with her body and that sort of talk would be a turn on as long as it wasn't used to put her down. I assured her I am attracted to big. As her senses spiraled into a frenzy, she heard him say, relax. But his beaded, sweaty chest made that impossible. Then he looked her directly in her eyes and she blushed and looked down. She knew that gave away all her thoughts. After several arm raises, he made her spread her legs and bend over, placing her hands on the bench, very close to the floor. He told her, this is going to stretch your legs and your back, my love. As he helped her bend over, she hoped she did not fall. She was glad. Do you understand?” “Yes Daddy,” I replied, resigned to my latest task. The club was packed. For such a small space, it always surprised me how many people could fit inside. Paul dragged me through the bar area until I came face-to-face with Andre, who was waiting in Paul’s office. Andre was the star player I was being tasked with wooing tonight. Boy, was he a sight! Easily six foot five and a mountain of pure muscle, pure black muscle. God, he was intimidating. “Hi Andre, I’m Paul. We spoke.