Merinda was a successful writer and wrote romantic stories for several publications. She got remunerated well for these erotic tales. The stories were slightly risqué but never blatantly pornographic. The female readers, however, thrived on Merinda’s heady descriptions of her overtly masculine hero’s. Tons of pussy juice spilled, as her fan club salivated over her animalistic, supreme alpha men.
On one of her annual holidays, Merinda found a heavenly enclave in a remote village that was inland from the coastline. On an impulse that day, she decided to buy a small home that was on the market. She was happily single and had no yearning to be in a relationship. The out-of-the-way village was ideally suited to her desire for tranquillity. Two gay men owned this magnificently restored and tastefully decorated home. The gay couple were planning to emigrate and wanted to sell the place, lock-stock-and-barrel.
Merinda was elated and was even happy to take over all their superior quality linen. The only thing the gay couple would be taking with them were art pieces they were unwilling to part with. Once Merinda had settled in, she soon was content with the decision she had made. Above all, the agrarian males from the area met with all her preconceived notions.
She soon got into the swing of things, and soon found a comfortable routine of integrating with the local gen pop.
Merinda was wary of categorization as the local slut and was therefore subtle in her approach towards the studs in the area. She was a very attractive woman and the farmer types could not keep their salacious eyes off her. From her first evening at the pub, lustful stares overwhelmed her continuously. Most of the males were definitely interested in fucking her. Even the married men with their wives in tow, shot horny glances at her.
Merinda knew that to all the horny men in the local pub she was getting, evaluated, as free-range pussy, and it did not take too long before Merinda was getting, regularly serviced.
The first of these was a large hairy, bearish man named Wouter. Wouter was in his sixties and his wife had died two years before.
Wouter almost ticked all her boxes. He was super large, grunted like an animal, had a huge cock, but was simple to gentle for her taste.
Stephan a younger bachelor was the opposite. He was aggressive, very active in bed, but had an inadequate undersized cock that did not satisfy Merinda.
One, magical Friday evening, however, she met Gerhard.
As he arrived at the bar, she immediately focussed on him. Every fibre of her being told her that he was the man.
Gerhard, as she would later learn, was a rough-looking, hefty and supreme alpha man.
Unfortunately, two men were seated next to her at the bar counter, separating them initially. To her delight, however, a waitress soon arrived announcing to the two men that their food was ready and that she had allocated a table to them a short way off. As they followed their waiter to their table, Gerhard quickly relocated to the barstool next to Merinda.
“Hi, do you mind if I sit here?” Gerhard asked as he placed his helmet on the counter with his removed gloves underneath.
“No, seats are not reserved,” Merinda replied with a chuckle.
“Cool, so I may sit next to the prettiest woman in the place?” Gerhard countered with a smile.
“If you say so…” Merinda answered with a smile.
“So… Where do you live? …Pretty girl,” Gerhard replied with a faltered chuckle.
“Diagonally across the road,” Merinda nonchalantly replied.
“Mmm, will I get invited to check it out later?” Gerhard then mischievously inquired.
“Maybe… If you assure me that I’ll be safe,” Merinda coquettishly countered.
“How safe would you like to be?” Gerhard impishly responded.
With a naughty smile, Merinda then simply gave him a suggestive shrug.
“Hopefully, you’re not married?” Gerhard inquired.
“Nope. Not married, engaged, or involved,” Merinda retorted, before asking, “And you?”
“Divorced,” Gerhard succinctly replied.
“Kids?” Merinda persevered.
“Daughter… But she lives with her mother,” Gerhard confirmed.
“What happened?” Merinda asked, cutting to the chase.
Gerhard now told her that he had been a heavyweight boxer. Although he had not become a world champion, he had made a good deal of money. He invested in a small metal manufacturing business, making gates, fences, balustrades, and etcetera.
“I didn’t want to end up braindead,” he affirmed before continuing, “The problem was that after I retired I put on a great deal of weight. The heavier I got, the less my wife liked it. She said that being fucked by a walrus was not her scene,” Gerhard concluded, before concluding, “Unfortunately, heftiness is in my genes.”
“Well… unlike your wife, my philosophy is; the bigger, the better,” Merinda confessed with a naughty grin.
She had a good look at Gerhard, and by now, her pussy had begun to suppurate with anticipated excitement. The heavenly mass of his body, the broad boxer’s hands, and his thick fingers were driving her wild with lust. In her mind, she would be the most contented seal on the beach, being smother-fucked by this huge uber walrus.
“I’m not a gentle lover,” Gerhard, boldly countered, as he hornily requisitioned her with his expressive brown eyes.
“Well, I’m a tight seal,” Merinda playfully responded.
By now, Gerhard’s breathing was becoming, laboured with lust. He had unquestioningly made his preferences clear, and miraculously, Merinda seemed to be gulping at the bait.
“Jesus, I’m so horny right now. Take me to your lair before I throw you on the floor right now and fuck you in this bar,” Gerhard emboldened grunted, hoping that his hook had snagged her.
Merinda instantly rose from her chair and beckoned Gerhard to follow her. Once outside the pub, he started up his motorbike and commanded her to get on the back. In the short distance to her home, Gerhard’s thick uncut monster, throbbed in his pants.
Once they entered her home, he picked her up like a twig and headed for her bedroom.
After throwing her down on her bed, he said, “Remember, you’ve asked for this, and I won’t be showing any mercy.”
“I have been dreaming of a papa like you. Use me and abuse me as you like,” Merinda challengingly snarled, overcome with lust.
As Gerhard began stripping, Merinda almost ripped her clothes off in anticipation. Once naked, Gerhard’s ogreish frame pounced on her like an anime creature from a porn fantasy. Like all those fictional make-believe cartoonesque sequences, Gerhard had a cock to match. Merinda felt that she was in an alternative universe, with an orc, or a troll, about to subjugate her.
When Gerhard’s large body commenced gyrating above her, Merinda was ecstatic. With her pussy at full stretch and her body solidly compressed, Gerhard’s salivating mouth commenced traversed her entire face and he grunted a snorted like a boar. Merinda had never enjoyed such sublime submission in her life.
“Are you enjoying this?” Gerhard rumbled.
“Yes, daddy, fuck me as hard as you like,” she whimpered.
The walrus now went into overdrive as she battled to breathe. With every thrust, a horniness she had never before experience drove her to new heights of elation. On the verge of blacking out Merinda’s overwhelming orgasm sustained her in a state of unbelievable ecstasy, as her body wilted in a post-orgasmic trance. As Gerhard eventually began to lift his body, her legs and arms clutch onto him, demanding further compression.
“So… You like this smother-fucking?” Gerhard breathlessly chuckled as he wriggled on top of her.
“Your wife is an arsehole,” Merinda conclusively asserted.
“Well, it looks like this pub will be a regular watering hole for me in the future,” Gerhard uttered, as he finally collapsed next to her on the bed. “Give me your telephone number, so I always make sure you are in.”
As Merinda gazed over at him, she jokingly said, “I’ll think about it. Sadly, you were not as rough as I had hoped.”
“Well, why don’t you fetch me a beer,” Gerhard commanded, before turning her over and giving her arse a solid spanking. After that, he said, “When you return, we discuss this matter further.”
Merinda was in heaven as she retrieved his beer!