Saturday PM

Anna opened the door, and Zayid entered close behind, not waiting for an invite. Anna noticed, but it didn't bother her.

As she closed the door, she turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a sudden, overwhelming desire to have him, to feel him, to taste him.

She took a step forward, following him.

Zayid had already entered the living room and sat.

comfortable, on her sofa. He looked around the room, his gaze landing on various photos, trinkets, and knickknacks.

"Drink?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Zayid shook his head. "No, thank you," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "Lovely home; I would love to stay here."

Anna was aware of her nipples hardening against the lace of her bra. "I...um, I'm glad you think so." She stammered, her cheeks flushed with a mix of happiness and desire. She took another step towards him, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor; normally, she would have them off for being uncomfortable and for potential marks to her wood floor, but she kept them on for appearances; something about staying here with her excited her.

Zayid watched her approach, his lingering eyes gawping at her form.

Anna took a seat on the same couch, an empty space separating them. She felt his gaze on her, heavy and intense, and she loved it. She turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. "Zayid," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so glad we could meet up, away from everyone. It's... just so nice, you and me." Anna reached out, her hand lightly touching his thigh, feeling the heat through his thin bobbled trousers.

"You're right, it is nicer just you and me," he murmured. Zayid's eyes darkened; his hand covered hers, pressing it firmly against his thigh. "Yes, Anna, just you and me." He said, his voice low and rough. Anna felt a jolt of excitement at his touch, her pussy already soaking wet.

Anna had never been with a man, but she sure wanted to be with Zayid.

"On Monday, I didn't think I would be invited back to such a nice place and by such a sexy woman. But here I am," Zayid said, his voice a low rumble, his accent thicker than usual, his hand still firm on hers.

"I'm glad you're here, Zayid. I would have invited you back on Monday if I knew you would have accepted," she whispered. She felt his thigh muscles tense under her touch, and a thrill ran through her. 

She leaned in closer, her lips parting slightly, her breath hitching as she felt his hand squeeze hers. "Can I offer you anything? Anything at all?" her voice enticing.

His gaze was so intense she could feel it like a physical touch. "Anything?"

She ran her fingers through her luscious hair and nodded, her eyes pleading and inviting.

“Anything.”

Zayid’s hand tightened around hers, his voice husky and low. “Your body.”

Anna’s breath hitched. She leaned in. "Yes," she told him as her lips brushed against his, a soft, teasing kiss. 

She wanted him to know she was serious.

"Would you take me to bed?" she whispered,

Zayid nodded.

Standing and pulling him off the couch by his hand. She led him down the hall to her bedroom, his presence filling the narrow space behind her; she glanced back at him a few times with a wide smile as she led him.

She pushed open the door to her room, the faint smell of lavender and vanilla filling the air, smells she had purposely hoped he would enjoy before leaving the house to meet him. 

Zayid looked around the room, his gaze landing on the bed. "This was your marital bed with your wife?" he asked, his voice rough.

Anna felt a pang in her chest, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of desire. She nodded, her voice steady. "Yes, but no man has ever been in it, ever."

Zayid spoke as he lay down on it, "Good."

Zayid had already kicked off his shoes and pulled out his soft cock before Anna had made it onto the bed.

He lay there like a king, his straggly beard a stark contrast to his otherwise bare chest, and rightly so, she thought as she enjoyed the view of his dick; it was glorious, she thought.

It was a thing of beauty; short and thick, it looked heavy, she thought. Anna felt a wave of lust wash over her, making her knees weak. She was suddenly aware of how wet she was, her panties soaked through, her pussy aching with need.

"Wow," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. She was mesmerised, her eyes locked onto his cock, her throat dry. She wanted to taste it, to feel it in her mouth, on her tongue. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs as she lay next to him.

"May I suck it?

"Anna finally managed to find her voice; she was surprised by how eager she sounded and a little scared by it. But her body ached with need.

"You may," Zayid said. He sat up.

Anna scrambled to obey, her heart pounding in her chest. She knelt between his legs, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch him. His cock was hot and soft in her hand, the skin smooth.

She took a deep breath, gathering her courage, and leaned down to lick the tip. Zayid let out a low, guttural groan, and Anna felt a thrill of satisfaction. She looked up at him, his face a mask of pleasure, and she smiled, her cheeks flushing with pride. She wanted to please him, to make him feel as good as she was certain he would make her feel. She opened her mouth wider, taking the head of his cock inside, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Zayid's hands moved to her hair, his fingers threading through the strands, his grip gentle but firm. Anna moaned, the sound vibrating around his cock, and she felt him grow harder, thicker in her mouth. She took more of him, her lips stretching around his girth, and she swallowed, her throat constricting around him.

Zayid threw his head back, a low moan escaping his lips. She felt his cock grow, hardening inside her mouth, and she knew she was pleasing him. His hands tightened in her hair, guiding her, controlling her movements as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass. Anna could feel the heavy length of him, the smooth skin, the throbbing veins. She felt powerful, in control, even as he gripped her hair. 

She loved the taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him in her mouth. She moaned again, the vibration sending shockwaves through his cock. She could feel him swell even more. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to have him fill her completely. She pulled back, letting his cock slip from her mouth with a wet, sloppy sound.

"I want you inside me," she said, her voice hoarse. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.

She moved off of him and lay down, her body trembling with anticipation as she reached to pull off her panties.

"Just pull them to the side," Zayid told her.

Anna did and spread her legs.

Zayid moved between them, his hands gripping her thighs as he settled over her. She felt his cock, hot and thick, brush against her folds, and she squirmed, wanting more.

Zayid groaned, his voice low and rough. "You're a fucking wet bitch."

She couldn't help but moan in response, her hips lifting to meet his. "Please. I need you."

Zayid didn't make her wait. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in, slow and steady.

Anna felt every inch of him, the way he stretched her, filled her. She gasped, her eyes widening as he bottomed out inside her, his balls pressing against her ass; she had no idea a real cock was so good.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to move. He obliged, pulling out slowly before slamming back into her, hard.

"Ohhh," she hissed, her eyes rolling back in her head. She loved it, his bare cock unsheathed and unrestricted, pushing inside her with such force. His balls slapped against her ass, the sound filling the room, her moans joining the symphony.

He pulled back, his cock glistening with her juices, before slamming back into her, making her scream.

Anna knew it was reckless and irresponsible, so out of character, to be sleeping with a man she knew so little about, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the way he felt inside her, his cock hitting all the right spots. She had never felt this way with Marie, never been this wet, this aroused. She had never wanted any man to cum so badly.

Anna gasped, her nails digging into his back as he thrust into her, her body clenching around him. "Fuck me how you want, Zayid, please."

Anna begged with real desire. She was so ready.

She wanted him, wanted this. She was done with playing it safe. No condom, no worries. The thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine, making her pussy clench around his cock. She loved it, loved the risk, loved the feel of him, hot and bare inside her.

She knew it was crazy, but she didn't care. The thought of him coming inside her, filling her with his cum, turned her on even more. 

Anna's body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and tingling, loving the feel of him inside her, the reckless shame of it all. The idea of unprotected sex with a man, she didn't even know his last name. She pushed the thoughts of diseases from her mind, yet entertained pregnancy, spiking her desire even more. The thought of him, this foreign man, filling her with his cum and leaving a part of himself inside her, turned her on even more.

She gasped and grunted, her fingers clutching his back, nails digging into his shirt. "I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you cum inside me." Anna panted against his neck as she kissed and licked below his beard, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her body aching with need.

"Oh fuck, yes. Just like, Fuck me like that." Anna could feel her orgasm building as she begged, the pleasure coiling in her belly, spreading outwards. 

She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his back. She wanted his cum inside her, and she didn't want to take the chance he would pull out; she held him in a copulatory lock. "Yes, just like that, please, just like that," she cried out, her voice ragged.

Zayid didn't keep up with what he was doing, his thrusts becoming more erratic and his strokes shortening.

Anna knew he was close; he was racing. She could feel the heat of his cock pulsing inside her; she could feel his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust, the sound filling the room. She was close too; she could feel the pressure building inside her.

The friction, the heat, the sheer filth of it all. "Please, fill me up. Give me your fucking cum." The words tumbled out of her mouth, a desperate plea. She wanted every drop. She wanted him to fill her to the brim, to leave nothing behind. She wanted his cum to paint her insides.

"Give me that baby seed," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Your ball batter, man milk, baby gravy—I want it all. Please, Zayid, fill me up. Give me everything you've got."

Anna's voice was a desperate plea, her body aching with need. She felt Zayid's cock swell inside her.

His thrusts are relentless, his chest pounding against hers. She locked her legs tighter around his waist, desperate for him to stay buried deep inside her, and then, with a final long hard thrust, he groaned and came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his thick seed. Anna held him tightly, as she felt the first spurt of his cum inside her, coating her insides, and spilling his essence. The sensation sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, and she cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her as she let him gently thrust shorter strokes inside her, emptying his full load, her body convulsing around his.

His cock twitched and pulsed with each release, and she could feel the heat of him, the wetness of his seed filling her. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Zayid's body tensed, then suddenly relaxed, and he collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Anna gasped for breath, her body still convulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm, as she felt his hot, slick cock slowly soften; she clenched around him, trying to keep him from slipping out. She lay there, pinned beneath him. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, a sense of satisfaction and contentment washing over her. She had never felt this way after sex, not wanting him to leave her.

Anna let him stay like that until he was ready to roll off of her.

She felt his warm, thick seed seeping out of her, a trail of it dripping down her thigh, and she smiled, satisfied. She ran her fingers through his hair, sweeping it back before rolling onto her side to face him; she kissed his forehead. "That was amazing," she whispered.

Zayid grunted in agreement. "You're one good fuck, Anna."

She felt a thrill run through her at his words. "Thank you," she said, her voice proud. "So are you."

He smiled, a slow curl of his lips that sent another shiver down her spine.

"I was thinking," Anna said, "How about we skip the walking group tonight and we get another workout in?" She smiled suggestively, her eyes locked onto Zayid's.

Zayid chuckled. "I like your thinking, Anna."