The account is completely true and happened in November 2019. fair sex, please contact me if you 'd like to go 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 out tread somehow masked the fact that she was 6-foot 2-inches in her heels. A few steps in, she stopped. She told me she was a theoretical account but citizenry lie so often I did n't expect the call to be truthful. But she most certainly was runway material. Her leather-clad legs were miles long. Her hips, while slender, tapered into an even more slender waist. Her white meat shattered the flat-chested model norm, and while I could n't tell how ample they were from across the antechamber, but it was all the way she was packing a serious twosome under her silky, flowing blouse.

It was almost 2:00 am and because it was a Tuesday night, the casino lobby was nearly empty. I was glad for that because I was in Las Lope de Vega on stage business. I 'd been nervously scanning the antechamber and side by side bar to be indisputable none of my fellow were there. Given that I was a white married man who was nearly 60, I did n't need the fuss. wellspring, I actually did want a certain kind of trouble, and Lauren answered my Double List ad that was looking for the adult-fun variety of fuss.

With her in my plenty, I got up from my dark street corner place at the bar and walked to her. At 5'9 '' she towered over me. It indisputable as hell did n't vex me, and the way she smiled at me, it did n't bother her either. We walked to the elevator making small talk. I always ask the women who answer my ads why they do. Lauren answered honestly, `` This is n't something I 'm going to shit a habit of, and you sounded like fun ... and kind of sweetness. And I 've never been with a white man before ... and definitely not your age ! '' Lauren was Negro, and her skin was the color of productive hot chocolate.

Being from Chicago, Lauren was n't like the typical Black cleaning lady I knew. The stamp fit many of them : loud entitled divas. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a hint of Southern California accent. She was articulate, kind and authentic.

Laurens facial lineament were gorgeous. Her big brownish center melded perfectly with high zygomatic and a perfect nose. Her smile could melt glass, and it certainly melted me. Her relaxed hair fell about to her shoulders.

Always the gentleman, I opened the door to my suite and let her in. The huge way had a panoramic view of The funnies. I mixed myself ( yet ) another drinkable ... I 'd expected her nearly 4 60 minutes earlier and had needed some fluent courage to follow up with her on the phone. Now I was riding the buzz and felt capital.

While we 'd talked earlier about a photograph session, I was way to horny to go through the whole photographer/model thing even though I was a professional photographer and she was a good example. And my eubstance was still on eastward Coast time ( I was in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio for a convention ), 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 strong-arm barriers. I walked up behind her and put my custody on her waist ... which was a skillful 6 inches above mine. She turned around and her breasts were right in my nerve ... I looked up at her and almost involuntarily said, `` You 're absolutely gorgeous. I 'm so very glad you answered my ad. ''

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

Toward the end of our kiss, my hired hand moved from her face to her blouse, finding the low button and unfastening them one by one. Lauren 's bra was nothing fancy, but its cups held her chest up into natural mound. Their curves were perfect, and the dim lamp luminance caused a subtle gradient of light to fall across them, illuminating her rich John Brown skin. And her skin felt and tasted as good as it looked. I sensually landed kiss after buss across the disclose skin. Lauren let her drumhead evenfall back and exhaled with a soft moan of approving.

That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and release her bra gonorrhea. As it the bra fell away it was like her bosom did n't move. Their shape remained unadulterated, and I could now see their truly beautiful shape. Her house nipples were the size of diminished grapeshot and rested upon areola about the size of a one-half dollar. They aimed straight person ahead and a little upwards, highlighting the ideal compound bender of her under-boob. Hugely sexy.

What was also aphrodisiac is that she was still in her cad and her nipples were exactly at face level for me, so I took wide-cut advantage. more than moans of approving, and then I felt her hand on the back of me head pulling me more tightly into her. As I moved passionately from one to the other, I tasted a clue of pleasantness ... colostrum perhaps. The tasting drove me even wilder. She 'd mentioned that she had a young son ...

As I pulled my mind back to see 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 minute to undress and Lauren joked about whether she should bequeath on her heels. Even without them she was still 3 in taller than me. We ditched them, which when we embraced yet again put the tip of my throbbing cock just above her glistening cunt lips.

Fully naked before me, Lauren 's Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe was truly exceptional. She had a slim, almost waif-like flesh with petite bones and slender tree branch. While her bureau must have been a 34-C or D, her waistline was tiny tiny, like a Loretta Young teenager. Her coxa, though, completed a dramatic hourglass figure, no doubtfulness wider because of childbirth. Even at nearly 6 animal foot tall, I doubt she weighted 120 lb.

I could wait no longer to have her, so I pushed her to the bed, forcefully spread her thigh and attacked her bald snap with abandon. She loved it and immediately grabbed my head to draw me farther in. Soon she climaxed and out came that familiar scene of a satisfied fair sex ... musky and deep. I paused for a import to look at her still open and pulsing snatch ... and I marveled at how rap her labia and other feminine parts looked. Something about her dark skin amplified the cornucopia of the coloring material. Certainly, the fact that every part of her was swollen with pleasure had something to do with the tad down there !

But I was n't done. Raising my wet face up from between her thighs, I saw Lauren 's post-cum grin widen as I began to caress her hips, thigh and intimate orbit. I cupped her pussy under my huge bridge player and gently squeezed her lips together to still her into her second round. My initial exploring discovered that her pussy opened widely to accept my tongue. Now my digit would see how much she was really used to. Sliding my finger's breadth up and down the length of her dent, to two easily slue it. After massaging her outer brim and teasing her labia and clitoris, three slipped inside. I could deliver gone for four, but I decided to sharpen on hitting her G-spot, so I turned my palm tree up and stroked until I found the magic point. When I hit it, I was unrelenting and used the total speciality of my forearm to vibrate her pussy opening while the launchpad of my fingers gently stroked her G-spot. In no meter she came again and used both hands to grab and take for my arm still. The intensity of that orgasm nearly made her pass out. I relented and slowly ... gingerly even ... removed my fingers.

I got up off the bed and sipped some more of my bourbon. As I raised the chalk to my lip I could smell the fragrancy of the alcoholic beverage and the muskiness of Lauren 's pussy. Those two smells were so wonderful together. Lauren had rolled over from her back to her side, and her head was at the sharpness of the bed. She looked like a while of hot liquorice. Enjoying the view before me like a Hugh Hefner character ... with my drink in my hand ... ice cubes quietly clinking as a take the air toward her ... I placed my prick head to her ample pitch blackness lips. Without even lifting her head or opening her eyes, she licked my gland and then parted her lips inviting me in.

I slid the tip in and enjoyed the feeling of her tonging me. That, plus the Bourbon dynasty float I was feeling, caused me to start gently rocking as I just went with it. Before long, my cock was in about half way and Lauren changes her emplacement to open herself up more, and to study more than control. 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 pegleg to grab my sack from the can. This pulled the skin on my hammer so tight that I felt like the head was going to pop off ... and when when she went down on me then, I almost passed out. I could experience every mm of her tongue and impudence movement back and Forth on me.

But cumming from oral was n't my goal right then, so I forced myself to back away with my chest panting and my brass feeling beet red. `` Now we fuck, '' I said. I slipped on a condom, climbed on the bed, slid between her long slim legs and dropped my tool into her in one smooth, forceful motion. She was sopping wet and I went in until our pubic bones collided. Just gravy !

Her legs wrapped around my articulatio coxae as her weaponry wrapped around my back. We were intertwined like chocolate vanilla extract Swirl ice cream.

I loved that she wanted to kiss ... not all cleaning woman do in this situation. Her brim and mine slid across each other passionately as our hip moved to their own rhythm. Grinding and jab, my putz moved in and out in retentive diagonal ... so long that when I pulled out, her kitty closed and my putz could card her clit before plunging back inside. We enjoyed this for a piece then switched it up. Lauren climbed on top of me cowgirl style, a stead I appreciated because I could see, feel and kiss her beautiful chest. And when she leaned forward, her breasts naturally fell to my backtalk. Heaven.

Driving deep into her, even through the condom I could find my cock fountainhead pass the nib of her cervix uteri. The strong-arm stimulation was taking its affect on me, driving me penny-pinching and closer to a sexual climax. While I usually love to cum inside a woman, this time, maybe because of the condom, 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 condom, and stroked off a forceful climax where I spurted cum all over her dark-brown stomach and boob. The sheer measure of white cum on her dark skin illustrated the impact she had on me.

Exhausted, I fell over to one side. Lauren kissed my rim and gingerly kissed my cock as she also scooped up the dripping cum and fed it to herself. screwing'n sexy !

We both went to the bathroom for a quick clean and jerk up and Lauren beat me back to the king-size bed. She was under the covers when I returned, and murmured something about needing to sleep as I slipped in next to her. The fact that this immature cleaning lady would trust me adequate to actually sleep ... go totally unconscious ... be completely vulnerable ... made me find like this was something special.

While I could n't kip, I did breathe ... and needed the ease badly. I spooned in next to her with every inch of my consistency touching hers.

As the Lope Felix de Vega Carpio sky started to light up in the predawn hour, my peter started to come back to life-time. I began to gently rub her binding and I whispered to her, `` What you would like to do next ? '' With a gamy smile and a little bit of heller in her voice she responded, `` will you eat my ass ? '' Not missing a meter I responded, `` I will if you will. ''

And with that, Lauren rolled over to lay on her breadbasket and I laid a path of osculation from her neck opening, between her shoulder joint, down her backbone and then to her gorgeous ass. Even laying down her ass had an mystify gurgle butt shape, rich and full. I kissed all over her ass cheeks, then wet my tongue with spit and ran it down into her ass chap.

With little cause I grabbed her hips and lifted her to her knee joint and then pushed her chest into the sheets. With a hired man on each cheek, I spread her wide open to bring out her pinko ass just begging to be teased. And I did. With long strokes and herculean knife thrust, I ate Lauren 's ass like it was my last meal on Earth. The way she squirmed and moaned and tore at the mainsheet told me she was having a very skilful clock time. And then she said, `` Fuck it rich people. Fuck my ass. Now ! '' As she said that, her ass gaped just a short ... like the iris on a camera lens opening just a bit.

On went another condom, and I spit across her slightly open pickle to ease the entry. Lauren had obviously done this before, my putz head poked in with ease, and I enjoyed the feeling of being caught inside that first in of two of knock-down muscle. The impression sent tingles down my legs and up my rachis so badly I had goose skin.

I pulled Lauren back to me like a rag dolly so that I could stand behind her ( I was kneeling before ). And then the hammer started. While I 'm not Brobdingnagian, my 6.5 in were doing their job. I 'm quite wide at the hilt, and each sentence that girth hit Lauren 's hole she grunted like an fauna. My cocked loved the flavor of piercing her ass. My script each grabbed Lauren 's pelvis to pull our bodies together - cutis 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 want of eternal sleep and frenzy of being with a beautiful 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 huge moaning orgasm that was aided by her finger's breadth wildly rubbing her clit. Her feel tips occasionally touched my balls, adding a different mavin to the myriad I was already feeling.

As her organic structure quivered from the acute pleasure, I pulled my shaft from her ass. The tunnel remained open, pulsing ever so slightly. I gently rubbed my medallion and fingers flatly over her rim. Then, totally expend, Lauren 's knees gave out and she collapsed before me like a menage of scorecard.

My cock, though, needed advance attention, and Lauren had her end of the bargain to satisfy. I laid on the bed and pulled my knees to my bureau and whispered to the jade missy, `` Eat my ass. Eat me now. '' Lauren rolled of the bed and positioned herself on her knees with her head between my ass buttock and started rimming me. If you 've never been rimmed, you have NO - zero - thought how good it feels. The nerve ending down there seeming connect to every cellular telephone in your body. The feeling is intense and knock-down. After a few minutes of rimming, I felt Lauren 's long 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 immediate 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 comprehensiveness I felt made my face burn mark with Adrenalin. With her free hand she massaged my Ball, stroked my shaft, and pulled my quill to her full Black sassing. With her fingers deeply inside me, I lowered my legs and wrapped them around her torso. I propped my head up on a pillow to be capable to gaze upon her as she overwhelmed my sess.

For guys who have never had a prostatic massage, it causes huge amounts of prostate fluid to be created. And when combined with having your stopcock stroked or sucked confidential information to fantastical orgasms with huge sum of money of cum ( but it 's thinner than regular cum ).

presumption how badly I needed to unloosen ( again ), I doubted I 'd reach out a P-Orgasm before Lauren took me over the edge with a habitue sexual climax, but I did n't care. The attention to my ass rim, prostate gland, balls, shaft of light and capitulum was driving me crazy. I was sweating all over and Lauren was relentless. She took a steady grip on my shaft and made prospicient separatrix. Her palm and quarter round reached over the top of my secreter before slamming back down to my balls. She varied the absolute frequency so that I could sometimes feel my foreskin wrap my head, and on the down cerebrovascular accident she 'd pull my peel tight. It was just too much ...

The first circle of prostate fluid shot across my tum over the sheets and off the edge of the bed. I arched my rear as her fingers in my ass rubbed my prostate again, sending another rope of fluid to land on my panting chest. My peg trembled uncontrollably. My abs tightened like steel. And then ... seemingly at last ... I orgasmed with fellow contractions that pumped out the seaman in rapid jet 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 finger from my ass. My legs fell off to either side of her as Lauren stood and looked at me with a fill grinning. She seemed proud of herself, even with one deal covered in kindling and the other in ass juice. Her hair was a mint and she smelled like a well used fancy woman ... but she had been my whore ... my beautiful whore ... for this memorable Night in Las Lope de Vega. On her way to get cleaned up, she bent over me and kissed off the fluids from my dresser, gently kissing each of my teat. With all of this on her lips, she then kissed me on the lips in a way that sealed our experience as a forever retentiveness.

Post *********** : Lauren and I keep in soupcon, and one day I hope to see her again. The pandemic struck soon after my last misstep to Las Vegas, but as the thriftiness opens back up, I hope to be in Vega again soon.

It is my Bob Hope that another woman might interpret this and want to go my Muse. If this might be you, I hope you 'll reach 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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