The story is completely dependable and happened in Nov 2019. Women, please contact me if you 'd like to become my muse.

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She came through the revolving door as if she were gliding on air. She had an elegance that belied her age ... just 24 ... and her smooth stride somehow masked the fact that she was 6-foot 2-inches in her heels. A few footfall in, she stopped. She told me she was a model but masses lie so often I did n't expect the claim to be straight. But she most certainly was runway textile. Her leather-clad leg were miles long. Her pelvic arch, while slender, tapered into an even more lissom waist. Her breasts shattered the flat-chested framework norm, and while I could n't tell how ample they were from across the third house, but it was absolved she was packing a severe dyad under her silky, flowing blouse.

It was almost 2:00 am and because it was a Tues Nox, the casino lobby was nearly empty. I was glad for that because I was in Las Vegas on byplay. I 'd been nervously scanning the foyer and adjacent bar to be for certain none of my fellow worker were there. ease up that I was a T. H. White matrimonial man who was nearly 60, I did n't need the fuss. fountainhead, I actually did need a sealed form of trouble, and Lauren answered my Double inclination ad that was looking for the adult-fun variety of problem.

With her in my lot, I got up from my morose corner seat at the bar and walked to her. At 5'9 '' she towered over me. It sure enough as Inferno did n't devil me, and the way she smiled at me, it did n't inconvenience her either. We walked to the elevator making small talk. I always ask the cleaning lady who answer my ads why they do. Lauren answered honestly, `` This is n't something I 'm going to make a habit of, and you sounded like fun ... and kind of dessert. And I 've never been with a blanched man before ... and definitely not your age ! '' Lauren was Shirley Temple Black, and her skin was the coloration of plentiful hot deep brown.

Being from Chicago, Lauren was n't like the typical black adult female I knew. The stereotype fit many of them : loud entitled divas. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a tracing of Southern CA accent mark. She was articulate, form and unquestionable.

Henry Laurens facial features were gorgeous. Her big brown middle melded perfectly with high os zygomaticum and a staring nozzle. Her smile could unfreeze chicken feed, and it certainly melted me. Her relaxed fuzz fell about to her shoulder.

Always the gentleman's gentleman, I opened the door to my suite and let her in. The huge way had a panoramic purview of The flight strip. I mixed myself ( yet ) another drink ... I 'd expected her nearly 4 time of day earlier and had needed some liquid state braveness to follow up with her on the earphone. Now I was riding the buzz and felt great.

While we 'd talked earlier about a photo academic session, I was way to horny to go through the whole photographer/model matter even though I was a professional photographer and she was a manakin. And my physical structure was still on east seacoast time ( I was in Vegas for a conventionality ), meaning all of this fun was starting for me with my torso thinking it was 5:00 am !

luxuria for Lauren pushed me past the physical barriers. I walked up behind her and put my hands on her shank ... which was a skilful 6 in above mine. She turned around and her bosom were right in my face ... I looked up at her and almost involuntarily said, `` You 're absolutely gorgeous. I 'm so very beaming you answered my ad. ''

Sweetly she said, `` I am too, and you 're way cuter than your picture. '' I reached up to her human face and drew it to mine for a thick, exploratory and then very satisfying kiss.

Toward the end of our buss, my hands moved from her face to her blouse, finding the small clitoris and unfastening them one by one. Lauren 's bra was aught fancy, but its cups held her chest up into natural mounds. Their curved shape were perfect, and the dim lamp light caused a subtle slope of illumination to diminish across them, illuminating her rich brown skin. And her skin felt and tasted as soundly as it looked. I sensually landed kiss after kiss across the divulge skin. Lauren let her head fall back and exhaled with a piano moan of approval.

That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and issue her bra claps. As it the bra fell away it was like her breasts did n't incite. Their shape remained perfect, and I could now see their truly beautiful physique. Her house nipples were the size of it of small grapes and rested upon ring of color about the size of a half dollar. They aimed square ahead and a little upwards, highlighting the saint chemical compound curve of her under-boob. Hugely sexy.

What was also aphrodisiac is that she was still in her blackguard and her nipples were exactly at face spirit level for me, so I took wide advantage. to a greater extent moans of approving, and then I felt her hired hand on the back of me head pulling me more tightly into her. As I moved passionately from one to the former, I tasted a hint of fragrance ... colostrum perhaps. The taste drove me even wilder. She 'd mentioned that she had a young son ...

As I pulled my drumhead back to expect up at her she said, `` I 'm not used to moving so fast, but I 'm glad we are. '' I felt the same way.

We separated for a moment to undress and Lauren joked about whether she should leave on her dog. Even without them she was still 3 column inch taller than me. We ditched them, which when we embraced yet again put the tip of my throbbing putz just above her glistening pussy lips.

Fully naked before me, Lauren 's Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe was truly particular. She had a slim, almost waif-like shape with flyspeck pearl and slender limbs. While her chest must throw been a 34-C or D, her waist was tiny flyspeck, like a young teenager. Her hips, though, completed a dramatic hourglass pattern, no dubiety wider because of childbirth. Even at nearly 6 feet tall, I doubt she weighted 120 hammer.

I could look no longer to have her, so I pushed her to the bed, forcefully spread her second joint and attacked her bald snatch with abandon. She loved it and immediately grabbed my principal to tie me farther in. Soon she climaxed and out came that familiar shot of a satisfied charwoman ... musky and productive. I paused for a consequence to attend at her still open and pulsing snatch ... and I marveled at how tap her labia and other feminine parts looked. Something about her dark skin amplified the profuseness of the people of colour. Certainly, the fact that every part of her was swollen with delight had something to do with the spook down there !

But I was n't done. Raising my wet face up from between her second joint, I saw Lauren 's post-cum smile widen as I began to fondle her hips, thighs and intimate arena. I cupped her kitty under my huge hand and gently squeezed her lips together to relieve her into her bit round. My initial exploring discovered that her pussy opened widely to accept my tongue. Now my fingers would see how a good deal she was really used to. Sliding my fingers up and down the length of her slit, to two easily slip it. After massaging her outer lips and teasing her labia and clit, three slipped inside. I could have gone for four, but I decided to concenter on hitting her G-spot, so I turned my palm up and stroked until I found the deception spot. When I hit it, I was unrelenting and used the total strength of my forearm to vibrate her kitty opening move while the pads of my fingers gently stroked her G-spot. In no time she came again and used both custody to grab and hold my arm still. The intensity of that orgasm nearly made her mountain pass out. I relented and slowly ... gingerly even ... removed my finger.

I got up off the bed and sipped some more of my bourbon. As I raised the glass to my lips I could sense the sweetness of the alcohol and the muskiness of Lauren 's kitty. Those two flavour were so grand together. Lauren had rolled over from her book binding to her side, and her headway was at the border of the bed. She looked like a part of hot licorice. Enjoying the view before me like a Hugh Hefner character ... with my swallow in my hand ... ice square block quietly clinking as a take the air toward her ... I placed my cock foreland to her ample Black back talk. Without even lifting her mind or opening her oculus, she licked my gland and then parted her lips inviting me in.

I slid the tip in and enjoyed the belief of her tonging me. That, plus the Bourbon dynasty float I was feeling, caused me to get going gently rocking as I just went with it. Before long, my rooster was in about half way and Lauren changes her spatial relation to open herself up more, and to admit more control condition. I do n't remember everything she did, but I do remember her reaching one of her slender arms around my ass and going between my legs to snap up my pouch from the backside. This pulled the skin on my cock so tight that I felt like the promontory was going to pop off ... and when when she went down on me then, I almost passed out. I could feel every millimeter of her spit and boldness move back and Forth River on me.

But cumming from viva was n't my end right then, so I forced myself to back away with my chest heaving and my expression feeling beet red. `` Now we fuck, '' I said. I slipped on a safety, climbed on the bed, slid between her long thin stage and dropped my turncock into her in one smooth, forceful question. She was sopping wet and I went in until our pubic finger cymbals collided. Just boom !

Her peg wrapped around my hips as her arms wrapped around my back. We were intertwined like Chocolate vanilla extract Swirl ice pick.

I loved that she wanted to kiss ... not all woman do in this billet. Her lips and mine slid across each early passionately as our hips moved to their own rhythm method. Grinding and poking, my cock moved in and out in long virgule ... so long that when I pulled out, her pussy closed and my cock could tease her button before plunging back inside. We enjoyed this for a while then switched it up. Lauren climbed on top of me cowgirl flair, a position I appreciated because I could see, feel and kiss her beautiful titty. And when she leaned forward, her breasts naturally fell to my sass. Shangri-la.

drive deep into her, even through the prophylactic I could feel my peter head pass the nib of her uterine cervix. The strong-arm stimulant was taking its affect on me, driving me closer and closer to a climax. While I usually love to cum inside a woman, this fourth dimension, maybe because of the safe, I did n't. In one series of movements I sat up, took Lauren entirely in my arms, spun her over and put her down on the bed facing me. I then pulled myself out of her, ditched the prophylactic, and stroked off a forceful climax where I spurted cum all over her brown stomach and tits. The sheer amount of white cum on her obscure hide illustrated the impact she had on me.

Exhausted, I fell over to one incline. Lauren kissed my lips and gingerly kissed my putz as she also scooped up the drippage cum and fed it to herself. Fuck'n sexy !

We both went to the bathroom for a quickly clean up and Lauren beat me back to the king-sized bed. She was under the concealment when I returned, and murmured something about needing to sleep as I slipped in next to her. The fact that this young woman would believe me enough to actually kip ... go totally unconscious ... be completely vulnerable ... made me sense like this was something extra.

While I could n't sleep, I did rest ... and needed the rest badly. I spooned in side by side to her with every inch of my body touching hers.

As the Lope Felix de Vega Carpio sky started to clear in the predawn hour, my dick started to descend back to life-time. I began to gently rub her back and I whispered to her, `` What you would like to do next ? '' With a naughty smile and a piffling bit of heller in her voice she responded, `` Will you eat my ass ? '' Not missing a beat I responded, `` I will if you will. ''

And with that, Lauren rolled over to lay on her breadbasket and I laid a path of kisses from her neck, between her articulatio humeri, down her vertebral column and then to her gorgeous ass. Even laying down her ass had an amazing bubble butt shape, rich and full moon. I kissed all over her ass boldness, then wet my knife with expectoration and ran it down into her ass crack.

With little movement I grabbed her hip joint and lifted her to her knees and then pushed her chest into the sheet. With a handwriting on each cheek, I spread her wide of the mark out-of-doors to bring out her pinko ass just begging to be teased. And I did. With foresighted strokes and herculean twinge, I ate Lauren 's ass like it was my hold up repast on Earth. The way she squirmed and moaned and tore at the tack told me she was having a very upright meter. And then she said, `` Fuck it rich. fuck my ass. Now ! '' As she said that, her ass gaped just a little ... like the iris on a camera lens opening just a bit.

On went another condom, and I spit across her slightly receptive hole to alleviate the launching. Lauren had obviously done this before, my cock head poked in with comfort, and I enjoyed the feeling of being caught inside that first inch of two of brawny muscular tissue. The flavour sent thrill down my peg and up my rachis so badly I had pilomotor reflex.

I pulled Lauren back to me like a rag dolly so that I could bear behind her ( I was kneeling before ). And then the pounding started. While I 'm not Brobdingnagian, my 6.5 column inch were doing their job. I 'm quite blanket at the hilt, and each meter that girth hit Lauren 's hole she grunted like an animal. My swagger loved the feeling of piercing her ass. My bridge player each grabbed Lauren 's coxa to ram our eubstance together - skin slapping against skin - air being forced from our lungs - my cock pushing past her crushing sphincter and into the gripless abysm of her rectum. Lost in exhaustion from deficiency of quietus and fury of being with a beautiful Lester Willis Young Black person model just half my age, I felt like I went on automatic pilot as we fucked and fucked and fucked. Lauren brought me back to reality as she experienced a immense moaning sexual climax that was aided by her fingerbreadth wildly rubbing her clit. Her finger confidential information occasionally touched my ball, adding a different sensation to the myriad I was already feeling.

As her body quivered from the intense pleasure, I pulled my irradiation from her ass. The tunnel remained open, pulsing ever so slightly. I gently rubbed my palm and fingers flatly over her rim. Then, totally spend, Lauren 's knees gave out and she collapsed before me like a house of posting.

My cock, though, needed encourage attention, and Lauren had her end of the bargain to fulfill. I laid on the bed and pulled my human knee to my pectus and whispered to the trite lady friend, `` Eat my ass. Eat me now. '' Lauren rolled of the bed and positioned herself on her human knee with her head teacher between my ass cheeks and started rimming me. If you 've never been rimmed, you have NO - zero - idea how good it feels. The nerve ending down there seeming connect to every cell in your body. The feeling is intense and powerful. After a few minutes of rimming, I felt Lauren 's hanker slender finger enter my ass, gently feeling for my prostate. She knew when she it hit because my cock jumped ... I felt an erotic sensitivity combined with an straightaway need to pee ... she found The Spot.

Lauren knew she hit gold. As she stroked in and out of my ass, she added a second finger and then three. The fullness I felt made my brass burn with Adrenalin. With her rid hand she massaged my chunk, stroked my prick, and pulled my shaft to her full Negroid lips. With her digit deeply inside me, I lowered my branch and wrapped them around her trunk. I propped my nous up on a pillow to be able to gaze upon her as she overwhelmed my gage.

For guys who have never had a prostate massage, it causes immense quantity of prostate fluid to be created. And when combined with having your dick stroked or sucked leads to antic orgasm with huge amounts of cum ( but it 's lean than fixture cum ).

Given how badly I needed to release ( again ), I doubted I 'd reach a P-Orgasm before Lauren took me over the edge with a regular climax, but I did n't care. The attention to my ass rim, prostate, lump, shaft and head was driving me wild. I was sweating all over and Lauren was relentless. She took a firmer grip on my shaft and made longer strokes. Her laurel wreath and thumb reached over the top of my gland before slamming back down to my balls. She varied the frequence so that I could sometimes feel my foreskin envelop my drumhead, and on the down stroke she 'd root for my peel tight. It was just too very much ...

The first roofy of prostate fluid shot across my abdomen over the sheet of paper and off the edge of the bed. I arched my back as her digit in my ass rubbed my prostate again, sending another rope of fluid to solid ground on my heave thorax. My leg trembled uncontrollably. My abs tightened like steel. And then ... seemingly at last ... I orgasmed with associate contractions that pumped out the seaman in rapid spirt that covered my stomach and Lauren 's hand.

Thankfully Lauren kept stroking me but was More slow and gentle. The aftershocks continued but lessened, and she carefully removed her three fingers from my ass. My legs fell off to either side of meat of her as Lauren stood and looked at me with a satisfied smile. She seemed proud of herself, even with one helping hand covered in touchwood and the other in ass juice. Her hair was a mess and she smelled like a fountainhead used harlot ... but she had been my whore ... my beautiful tart ... for this memorable dark in Las Vegas. On her way to get cleaned up, she bent over me and kissed off the fluids from my chest, gently kissing each of my nipples. With all of this on her lips, she then kissed me on the sass in a way that sealed our experience as a forever memory.

situation *********** : Lauren and I keep in touch, and one day I hope to see her again. The pandemic struck soon after my in conclusion trip-up to Las Vega, but as the saving opens back up, I hope to be in Lope de Vega again soon.

It is my hope that another woman might say this and want to become my muse. If this might be you, I hope you 'll touch me. I can be reached here or at the three-letter messaging app with the initials Kay Eye Kay at Chicago440.

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