She was 25, and a very bossy, almost dominatrix-type woman, and she knew that her looks could get her anywhere. Her shoulder-length hair was a shining... gold color, her round face was perfect with full lips and piercing blue eyes, and she had an amazing hour-glass figure with large, firm breasts that jiggled in the sexy clothes she usually wore. Her legs were trim and well-shaped, and she had an ass you could bounce a quarter on. In other words, she was five and a half feet of pure, unadulterated. " Oh I see," said the guy, then with a little laugh in his voice, "Well what can I say – you said fuck him. Well, thanks for the invite but it's you I'd like to fuck!"She laughed out loud in response saying in an apparent attempt to distance herself from him, (and to my relief) adding, "You couldn't afford me anyway!" Little did she know what she had just said though I don't think it had anything to do with her call girl fantasy."Oh, I think I could," he said."Why how much have you got?" she. Often when she put on her “hunting outfit” I,d get so turned on we,d have to have a quickie or Sarah give me a blow job or my cock would be too hard to walk comfortably with and it was reacting that way now and it seemed our new friend was similarly affected. Sitting at a table where my wife could fondle his sizeable cock unnoticed we learned his name was Freddie, he was single and Didn,t live too far from us so invited us to his house when the pub closed. When no one seemed to be looking. It appeared that he had fallen asleep while screwing me.I rolled him off me, which wasn't easy, and felt pain suddenly shoot through my legs as I pulled them together. I lay there for a few minutes, unable to move. It wasn't so much my cunt that was sore. It was the muscles in my legs. My inner thighs had been repeatedly slammed by the legs and hips of a lot of different guys, and they were feeling very bruised. I managed to get off the bed and stand up. I had to hold on to the wall as I stood.