The narration is completely on-key and happened in November 2019. Women, please contact me if you 'd like to become my muse.

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She came through the roll door as if she were gliding on air. She had an elegance that belied her age ... just 24 ... and her polish stride somehow masked the fact that she was 6-foot 2-inches in her dog. A few steps in, she stopped. She told me she was a model but hoi polloi lie so often I did n't expect the claim to be dependable. But she most certainly was runway material. Her leather-clad wooden leg were miles long. Her articulatio coxae, while slender, tapered into an even more slender shank. Her chest shattered the flat-chested modelling norm, and while I could n't enjoin how ample they were from across the lobby, but it was percipient she was packing a grave pair under her silky, flowing blouse.

It was almost 2:00 am and because it was a Tuesday night, the casino hall was nearly empty. I was gladiolus for that because I was in Las Vega on business concern. I 'd been nervously scanning the anteroom and adjacent bar to be sure none of my colleagues were there. Given that I was a White River espouse man who was nearly 60, I did n't want the fuss. Well, I actually did need a sealed kind of problem, and Lauren answered my Double List ad that was looking for the adult-fun variety of difficulty.

With her in my sights, I got up from my morose corner seat at the bar and walked to her. At 5'9 '' she towered over me. It sure as shooting as pit did n't get to me, and the way she smiled at me, it did n't bother her either. We walked to the elevator making small public lecture. I always ask the char who answer my ads why they do. Lauren reply honestly, `` This is n't something I 'm going to make a habit of, and you sounded like fun ... and kind of sweet. And I 've never been with a white man before ... and definitely not your age ! '' Lauren was Black, and her skin was the coloring of plenteous hot hot chocolate.

existence from Chicago, Lauren was n't like the distinctive Black adult female I knew. The stereotype fit many of them : loud entitled divas. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a trace of Southern Calif. accent. She was articulate, kind and authentic.

Laurens facial lineament were gorgeous. Her big brown eyes melded perfectly with high up cheekbones and a thoroughgoing olfactory organ. Her smile could meld drinking glass, and it certainly melted me. Her make relaxed hair fell about to her shoulder joint.

Always the gentleman, I opened the doorway to my suite and let her in. The huge room had a bird's-eye view of The comic strip. I mixed myself ( yet ) another drink ... I 'd expected her nearly 4 minute earlier and had needed some liquidness courageousness to espouse up with her on the speech sound. Now I was riding the buzz and felt slap-up.

While we 'd talked earlier about a exposure school term, I was way to horny to go through the whole photographer/model thing even though I was a professional photographer and she was a model. And my soundbox was still on eastern United States Coast time ( I was in Vegas for a conventionalism ), meaning all of this fun was starting for me with my body thinking it was 5:00 am !

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

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

Toward the end of our kiss, my men moved from her face to her blouse, finding the small-scale push and unfastening them one by one. Lauren 's bra was null fancy, but its cups held her breasts up into instinctive hill. Their bend were double-dyed, and the dim lamp spark caused a subtle gradient of light to settle across them, illuminating her rich embrown pelt. And her skin felt and tasted as respectable as it looked. I sensually landed kiss after kiss across the bring out pelt. Lauren let her psyche fall back and exhaled with a soft moan of commendation.

That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and release her bra claps. As it the bra fell away it was like her breasts did n't make a motion. Their shape remained staring, and I could now see their truly beautiful bod. Her firm tit were the size of it of small grape and rested upon ring of color about the size of a one-half dollar. They aimed straight ahead and a slight upwards, highlighting the paragon chemical compound curve ball of her under-boob. Hugely aphrodisiac.

What was also sexy is that she was still in her blackguard and her nipples were exactly at face level for me, so I took broad advantage. More moan of approval, 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 hint of sweetness ... colostrum perhaps. The taste sensation drove me even wilder. She 'd mentioned that she had a Brigham Young son ...

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

We separated for a instant to disrobe and Lauren joked about whether she should leave on her heels. Even without them she was still 3 inch taller than me. We ditched them, which when we embraced yet again put the tip of my throbbing dick just above her glistening slit rim.

Fully naked before me, Lauren 's shape was truly particular. She had a slim, almost waif-like build with lilliputian bones and slender limbs. While her chest must suffer been a 34-C or D, her shank was midget tiny, like a untried stripling. Her hips, though, completed a striking hourglass figure, no doubt wider because of childbearing. Even at nearly 6 foundation improbable, I doubt she weighted 120 hammering.

I could wait no recollective to cause her, so I pushed her to the bed, forcefully spread her thighs 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 picture of a slaked woman ... musky and rich. I paused for a import to look at her still open up and pulsing pussy ... and I marveled at how pinkish her labia and former feminine percentage looked. Something about her glum skin amplified the mellowness of the vividness. Certainly, the fact that every role of her was swollen with pleasure had something to do with the nicety 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 caress her hips, thighs and intimate areas. I cupped her puss under my immense hand and gently squeezed her lips together to alleviate her into her second round. My initial exploring discovered that her twat opened widely to assume my tongue. Now my fingers would see how much she was really used to. Sliding my finger's breadth up and down the length of her slit, to two easily slide it. After massaging her outer lips and teasing her labia and clit, three slipped inside. I could stimulate gone for four, but I decided to focus on hitting her G-spot, so I turned my decoration up and stroked until I found the magical point. When I hit it, I was unrelenting and used the full intensity level of my forearm to vibrate her puss chess opening while the launching pad of my fingers gently stroked her G-spot. In no metre she came again and used both manpower to snaffle and hold 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 than of my Bourbon. As I raised the glass to my sass I could smell the bouquet of the alcoholic beverage and the muskiness of Lauren 's twat. Those two smells were so wonderful together. Lauren had rolled over from her back to her side, and her head was at the edge of the bed. She looked like a piece of hot licorice. Enjoying the view before me like a Hugh Hefner character ... with my drink in my helping hand ... ice cubes quietly clinking as a walked toward her ... I placed my putz head to her sizable Shirley Temple Black 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 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 position to open up herself up more, and to remove more 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 leg to grab my sack from the backside. This pulled the skin on my cock 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 sense every millimeter of her tongue and nerve move back and Forth on me.

But cumming from viva voce was n't my destination right then, so I forced myself to plunk for away with my chest heaving and my face feeling common beet red. `` Now we fuck, '' I said. I slipped on a rubber, climbed on the bed, slid between her prospicient slight pegleg and dropped my cock into her in one smooth, forceful move. She was sopping wet and I went in until our pubic bones collided. Just thunder !

Her legs wrapped around my rosehip as her limb wrapped around my back. We were intertwined like Chocolate Vanilla convolution ice cream.

I loved that she wanted to snog ... not all adult female do in this situation. Her lip and mine slew across each other passionately as our hips moved to their own musical rhythm. Grinding and thrusting, my cock moved in and out in long strokes ... so long that when I pulled out, her pussy closed and my rooster could tease her clit before plunging back inside. We enjoyed this for a while then switched it up. Lauren climbed on top of me cowgirl style, a posture I appreciated because I could see, feel and kiss her beautiful breasts. And when she leaned forward, her breasts naturally fell to my oral fissure. Heaven.

driving deep into her, even through the condom I could feel my pecker header pass the nib of her cervix uteri. The forcible input was taking its affect on me, driving me closer and snug to a climax. While I usually love to cum inside a woman, this fourth dimension, maybe because of the condom, I did n't. In one series of bowel movement I sat up, took Lauren entirely in my branch, spun her over and put her down on the bed facing me. I then pulled myself out of her, ditched the rubber, and stroked off a forceful orgasm where I spurted cum all over her Brown University stomach and tit. The sheer amount of blanched cum on her dark tegument illustrated the shock she had on me.

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

We both went to the bathroom for a quickly 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 slumber as I slipped in following to her. The fact that this young woman would commit me decent to actually sleep ... go totally unconscious mind ... be completely vulnerable ... made me sense like this was something special.

While I could n't kip, I did take a breather ... and needed the rest badly. I spooned in adjacent to her with every inch of my body touching hers.

As the Vegas sky started to brighten in the predawn time of day, my shaft started to come back to aliveness. I began to gently rub her back and I whispered to her, `` What you would like to do next ? '' With a naughty grin and a trivial bit of devil in her part 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 stomach and I laid a path of kisses from her cervix, between her shoulders, down her spine and then to her gorgeous ass. Even laying down her ass had an amazing bubble tush shape, full-bodied and to the full. I kissed all over her ass cheeks, then wet my tongue with spit and ran it down into her ass crack cocaine.

With piddling campaign I grabbed her rose hip and lifted her to her knees and then pushed her chest into the canvass. With a manus on each boldness, I spread her wide undetermined to give away her pink ass just begging to be teased. And I did. With tenacious cam stroke and sinewy stabs, I ate Lauren 's ass like it was my live on meal on earth. The way she squirmed and moaned and tore at the tack told me she was having a very good metre. And then she said, `` Fuck it Rich. Fuck my ass. Now ! '' As she said that, her ass gaped just a trivial ... like the iris on a camera lens opening just a bit.

On went another safe, and I spit across her slightly open hole to ease the entry. Lauren had obviously done this before, my pecker read/write head poked in with ease, and I enjoyed the opinion of being caught inside that first inch of two of right muscle. The tactual sensation sent tingles down my branch and up my vertebral column so badly I had goose bump.

I pulled Lauren back to me like a rag doll so that I could digest behind her ( I was kneeling before ). And then the throb started. While I 'm not huge, my 6.5 column inch were doing their job. I 'm quite wide-eyed at the hilt, and each time that girth hit Lauren 's hole she grunted like an animal. My cock loved the tone of piercing her ass. My hands each grabbed Lauren 's pelvic girdle to hale our bodies together - hide 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 sleep and delirium of being with a beautiful young lightlessness 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 sexual climax that was aided by her fingers wildly rubbing her clit. Her fingerbreadth tips occasionally touched my bollock, adding a different genius to the ten thousand I was already feeling.

As her body quivered from the intense delight, I pulled my beam from her ass. The burrow remained open, pulsing ever so slightly. I gently rubbed my palm and fingers flatly over her rim. Then, totally spent, Lauren 's stifle gave out and she collapsed before me like a house of notice.

My putz, though, needed foster attention, and Lauren had her end of the bargain to live up to. I laid on the bed and pulled my genu to my bureau and whispered to the wear girl, `` Eat my ass. Eat me now. '' Lauren rolled of the bed and positioned herself on her knees with her headspring between my ass brass and started rimming me. If you 've never been rimmed, you have NO - zero - idea how good it feels. The nervus ending down there seeming connect to every cellular telephone in your dead body. The impression is intense and hefty. After a few minutes of rimming, I felt Lauren 's long slender finger's breadth 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 typeface burn with epinephrine. With her free handwriting she massaged my lump, stroked my dig, and pulled my ray of light to her wax Black rim. With her fingers deeply inside me, I lowered my pegleg and wrapped them around her trunk. I propped my headland up on a pillow to be able to stare upon her as she overwhelmed my weed.

For Guy who have never had a prostate massage, it causes huge amount of prostate fluid to be created. And when combined with having your dick stroked or sucked leads to howling orgasms with huge amounts of cum ( but it 's thin than fixture cum ).

presumption how badly I needed to expel ( again ), I doubted I 'd reach a P-Orgasm before Lauren took me over the edge with a habitue orgasm, but I did n't care. The attending to my ass rim, prostate gland, balls, shaft and head was driving me crazy. I was sweating all over and Lauren was relentless. She took a truehearted adhesive friction on my shaft and made longer strokes. Her laurel wreath and thumb reached over the top of my secretory organ before slamming back down to my testis. She varied the relative frequency so that I could sometimes feel my foreskin enclose my head, and on the down diagonal she 'd pull my skin tight. It was just too much ...

The first rope of prostate fluid shot across my stomach over the canvass and off the edge of the bed. I arched my rear as her fingerbreadth in my ass rubbed my prostate again, sending another rope of fluid to land on my heaving chest. My legs trembled uncontrollably. My abs tightened like steel. And then ... seemingly at finale ... I orgasmed with companion contraction that pumped out the seaman in speedy spurts that covered my breadbasket and Lauren 's hand.

Thankfully Lauren kept stroking me but was Thomas More tardily and gruntle. The aftershocks continued but lessened, and she carefully removed her three fingerbreadth from my ass. My legs fell off to either incline of her as Lauren stood and looked at me with a satisfied smile. She seemed proud of herself, even with one hand covered in spunk and the other in ass succus. Her hair was a mess and she smelled like a well used whore ... but she had been my whore ... my beautiful whore ... for this memorable night in Las Vega. On her way to get cleaned up, she bent over me and kissed off the fluids from my chest of drawers, gently kissing each of my teat. With all of this on her sass, she then kissed me on the lip in a way that sealed our experience as a evermore retentiveness.

mail service *********** : Lauren and I keep in hint, and one day I hope to see her again. The pandemic struck soon after my last head trip to Las Vegas, but as the economic system opens back up, I hope to be in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio again soon.

It is my promise that another woman might read this and want to get 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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