A new contact

Carla took a deep break and then hit "add contact." When she handed me the phone a moment later, the name Matt had appeared next to the face of a good looking middle aged man with a salt and pepper beard.

I shrugged as I tapped on his name and a moment later his six foot four, fit frame was stretching at the fabric of my night gown. Carla giggled.

"Maybe I should have taken this off," I said. As I bent down to pull my gown up, it ripped at the shoulders. "Crap."

"Let me help," she said unusually softly.

Carla hopped off the bed, grabbed my gown by the now destroyed collar and pulled. It ripped more, so she wrapped her arms around me and yanked. It tore all the way down the back until it came apart. She helped me the rest of the way out of it until I stood before her in just a thong. My increasingly hard cock stretched against the fabric.

"Wait," she said, grabbing her own phone. She snapped a photo of me, then tossed it back. "I will want that later."

Carla then freed my cock from my panties and I thought a heard her shudder. She dropped to her knees as she slid them down my legs. She waisted no time deep throating the entire things, which was bigger than average but not gigantic.

"Oh fuck, baby," I moaned, and she attacked my new cock with added eagerness. I don't know that I've ever wanted someone as bad as she seemed to want this body, and her intensity had me quickly edging towards cumming. "Unless you want me to cum now, you better stop."

Carla stopped and looked up at me like a child who had just had their favorite new Christmas toy taken away. She also looked for a moment like she wanted that mouthful of semen very badly.

"I can wait," she whispered.

I reached down and easily lifted her off the ground, sitting her down on the edge of the mattress. Whoever Matt was, he was strong, and Carla clearly noticed. Before she could speak I leaned in and kissed her.

She melted in my embrace, falling backwards onto the bed, and I went with her. We continued to kiss as I lay atop her, my cock pressed gently against her pregnant belly.

"So...who am I?" I asked. "High school teacher? Favorite coach?"

"Make love to me and I will tell you later," Carla said. "For now let's just say my biggest crush...also something of an asshole."

I pulled my hips back and the head of my cock easily slid into her wet pussy. She moaned in anticipation of the penetration, but instead I pulled out and dropped to my knees. She spread her legs and I dove tongue first into her pussy. She ran her fingers through my new salt and pepper hair.

Carla climaxed easily and quickly as I ate her, all the whole playing with my hair. All the while she kept her head elevated so we could maintain eye contact. Whoever I was, she clearly didn't want to miss a thing.

"Please...oh god...please make love to me now," she moaned at last. "I can't take much more."

I smiled as I got to my feet. I couldn't tell her no to that request, so I stepped forward and slid my cock into her dripping pussy. She orgasmed at once, and I started fucking her.

I know Mike's big black cock was larger and more stimulating that the one I was using now, but in the times we had had sex, I had never seen Carla react the way she did to this body. She still hadn't taken her eyes off of me. There was really a story here that I had to hear, but that could wait until we were both spent.

"Oh...fuck....harder!" she almost screamed, not in a bossy or dominant tone, almost as if she was pleading with me.

I grabbed her wrists and penned them to the bed over her head and fucked her harder than I had ever fucked before and she literally squealed. Her body seemed to have been taken over by one massive never ending orgasm, which was pushing me quickly to conclusion.

"I'm gonna cum," I said.

"Give it all to me," she whispered back. So I did, unloading it all inside of her.

I collapsed to the bed, out of breath and completely amazed by what had just happened. I moved behind her and we were quickly spooning. I wrapped my arms around her and she cuddled back into me. As he ass pushed against my now limp cock, I had a feeling there would be another round later, depending on how fast Matt's body recovered.

"You even smell like him," Carla said.

I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I leaned in, kissing her gently on the neck. "That was amazing."

"Mmmmmm."

"I love you, Carla."

"I love you too, daddy."