This letter is about the absolutely most beautiful woman I ever had the luck to fuck.

I owned and operated a successful pawn brokerage, and although I was married, so many attractive women came in and flirted to get good deals on merchandise or get the maximum amount of money loaned that the temptation to cheat was just too much.

I can’t count the times I closed up and took a vixen in the back room, bent her over my desk and stuffed her like a Thanksgiving turkey or got my dick sucked because the interest on her loan was due and she didn’t have the money to carry the loan over. I didn’t encourage them to offer themselves up, that shit was all up to them.

One gal came in every couple weeks and I fucked her silly, and in return carried her wedding rings over till next time. I really loved when a snobbish respectable doll found herself in a financial bind and offered to do anything to save her stuff.

After untold years of this, she came through the door.

Her name was Honey, and she was a walking, talking wet dream. She stood six feet tall, and her legs seemed to go on forever and her hair flowed down past her heart-shaped bubble butt. Her face sent erotic chills up my spine: big, sensuous eyes, high cheekbones, straight nose, thick delectable lips. When she smiled, her dimples lit up the room.

To this day I’ve never seen more delicious tits; grapefruit-size and majestic. The nipples sat high on them, and her areolae when swollen were the size of quarters and bright pink, and her raisin-size nipples too. Her thick labia were the same bright pink shade, and she kept her dirty-blonde mound neatly trimmed.

This woman made my heart skip beats. There was absolutely nothing I would have considered changing physically on her. Also, she was intelligent and witty.

Honey was from a gypsy family and was pressured into marrying a guy from a family that was friends with hers. Long story short, her husband and various family members landed in prison and weren’t getting out anytime soon. When she came into the shop crying I melted. I gave her a job doing inventory and then, to keep her around, hired her to go over the books.

We worked side by side. One evening while my wife and kids were out of town visiting family, we yielded to temptation and I made love to every inch of her. She had to pull my face out from between her legs. Her pussy was the most delicious I’d ever tasted.

“Shit,” she said breathlessly, “nobody ever made me come like that!”

Although my cock ached to feel her velvety sheath wrapped around it, I wanted to continue going down on her, so I lay back and pulled her over me in 69 position, raising my head to lick from her clitoris up to her ass crack, including her crinkled anal opening. As I tongue-fucked her ass she moaned and shook all over. Then she engulfed my cock, and the way she fondled my bloated balls drove me crazy. I clutched her hips as we came together.

We continued to lick each other lovingly. Then, as if we had been together hundreds of times, she lay back and I mounted her. She rubbed my cock up and down her slit, and as I placed those long legs on my shoulders, she guided my erection into her tight opening. “Easy,” she said, “you’re pretty thick and it’s been awhile!” I licked and sucked her breasts and feverishly kissed her beautiful face, nibbling gently on her sensuous lips.

“Mmm, yeah, harder!” she cried out. “Fuck me harder!”

I began to slide fluidly in and out of her. I turned my head to the side and licked her pedicured, perfectly shaped toes while I power-drove her into the mattress.

“I want to feel you come inside me!” she cried, her excitement rising again. “Oh fuck, I feel your balls slapping against my ass!” Her sheath squeezed down and began to convulse. As she came again, I fucked her faster and harder, then buried myself in her and ejaculated what felt like a pint.

After that afternoon we fucked every chance we got and in every way we could imagine. If there was one woman I would have walked away from my family for, it was my Honey, but she said she wasn’t a home-wrecker, and while it broke my heart, I knew she was right. Sadly, we went our separate ways.

I guess it was all for the best. But I won’t ever forget, or fail to be aroused by, the time I was able to spend with my perfect woman.