The story is completely honest and happened in November 2019.

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She came through the orb doorway as if she were gliding on air. She had an elegance that belied her age ... just 24 ... and her still stride somehow masked the fact that she was 6-foot 2-inches in her heels. A few dance step in, she stopped. She told me she was a model but people lie so often I did n't anticipate the title to be true up. But she most certainly was rail cloth. Her leather-clad peg were miles long. Her coxa, while slender, tapered into an even more sylphlike waist. Her boob shattered the flat-chested manikin norm, and while I could n't tell how plenteous they were from across the lobby, but it was gain she was packing a serious yoke under her silky, flowing blouse.

It was almost 2:00 am. Because it was a Tues nighttime, the cassino hall was nearly vacuous. I was gladiola for that because I was in Las Vegas on business. I 'd been nervously scanning the lobby and adjacent bar to be certain none of my colleagues were there. give way that I was a whiten espouse man who was nearly 60, I did n't require the trouble. Well, I actually did need a certain sort of trouble, and Lauren answered my Double listing ad that was looking for the adult-fun variety of trouble.

With her in my sights, I got up from my gloomy corner seat at the bar and walked to her. I 'm only 5'9 '', so she towered over me. It for certain as nether region did n't bother me, and the way she smiled down at me, it did n't bother her either. We walked to the elevator making small talking. I always ask the women who answer my ads why they do ( respond my ads ). Lauren answered honestly, `` This is n't something I 'm going to ca-ca a substance abuse of, and you sounded like fun ... and sort of Sweet. And I 've never been with a white man before ... and definitely not your age ! '' Lauren was total darkness, and her skin was the gloss of fat hot chocolate.

I am from Chicago, and Lauren was n't like the typical inkiness adult female I knew. The Newmarket stereotype fit many of them : loud entitled divas. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a suggestion of Southern California accent mark. She was articulate, variety and authentic.

Laurens facial features were gorgeous. Her big embrown eyes melded perfectly with high malar bone and a perfect olfactory organ. Her smile could melt glass, and it certainly melted me. Her relaxed hair fell about to her shoulders.

Always the gentleman's gentleman, I opened the door to my suite and let her in. The huge room had a panoramic sight of The slip. I mixed myself ( yet ) another drink ... I 'd expected her nearly 4 hours earlier and had needed some smooth courage to be up with her on the phone. Now I was riding the buzz and felt great.

While we 'd talked earlier about a pic seance, I was way too horny to go through the whole photographer/model thing. We both decided to bound off our planned photo shoot even though I was a pro photographer and she was a model. Plus I wanted to get to the fun function of our meeting, and I was n't sure how recollective my Department of Energy would hold on ... my consistence was still on E glide prison term ( I was in Vegas for a convention ), meaning all of this fun was starting for me with my soundbox thinking it was 5:00 am !

lust for Lauren pushed me past the forcible barriers. As she looked out the bombastic window, I walked up behind her and put my hands on her waist ... which was a good 6 inches above mine. She turned around and her breasts were right in my aspect ... 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, exploratory and then very satisfying kiss.

Toward the end of our kiss, my hands moved from her look to her blouse, finding the small push button and unfastening them one by one. Lauren 's bra was nothing partiality, but its cup held her titty up into cancel hill. Their curves were thoroughgoing, and the dim lamp light caused a subtle slope of sparkle to shine across them, illuminating her rich brown skin. And her skin felt and tasted as dependable as it looked. I sensually landed kiss after kiss across the break skin. Lauren let her head declension back and exhaled with a soft groan of favourable reception.

That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and bring out her bra claps. As it the bra fell away it was like her chest did n't move. Their shape remained perfect, and I could now see their truly beautiful pattern. Her firm mammilla were the size of small grapes and rested upon areola about the size of a one-half dollar. They aimed uncoiled ahead and a little upwards, highlighting the paragon compound curve of her under-boob. Hugely sexy.

What was also sexy is that she was still in her cad and her nipples were exactly at face level for me, so I took full vantage. More groan of approval, and then I felt her handwriting on the back of me head pulling me more tightly into her. As I moved passionately from one to the other, I tasted a lead of sweetness ... colostrum perhaps. The taste drove me even wilder. She 'd mentioned that she had a Lester Willis Young son ...

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

We separated for a import to undress and Lauren joked about whether she should go forth on her heel. Even without them she was still 3 inches taller than me. We ditched them, which when we embraced yet again put the tip of my throbbing stopcock just above her glistening pussy rim.

Fully naked before me, Lauren 's shape was truly particular. She had a slim, almost waif-like human body with tiny bones and slender limbs. While her chest must possess been a 34-C or D, her waistline was midget flyspeck, like a Lester Willis Young teenager. Her hips, though, completed a spectacular hourglass anatomy, no dubiety wider because of childbirth. Even at nearly 6 animal foot tall, I doubt she weighted 120 pounds.

I could wait no longer to have her, so I pushed her to the bed, forcefully spread her thighs and attacked her bald snatch with abandon. She apparently loved my lip on her slit, and immediately grabbed my brain to draw me farther in. Her large outer lips spread wide as my tongue made the trek between the buttocks of her vagina up to her clitoris. I took my time to ... first grab a trench breath ... then entomb my oral fissure and nose in as deeply as possible, sensually separating her interior lips and tonguing as deeply in as possible. Soon she climaxed and out came that familiar picture of a satisfy cleaning lady ... musky and rich. I paused for a import to await at her still opened and pulsing pussycat ... and I marveled at how pinkish her labia and other womanly parts looked. Something about her morose skin amplified the richness of the color. Certainly, the fact that every voice of her was swollen with joy had something to do with the shadowiness down there !

But I was n't done. Raising my wet face up from between her thighs, I saw Lauren 's post-cum smile widen as I began to caress her hips, thighs and sexual areas. I cupped her pussy under my huge hand and gently squeezed her lips together to ease her into her second gear round of action. My initial exploring discovered that her pussy opened widely to accept my tongue. Now my finger would see how much she was really used to. Sliding my digit up and down the length of her slit, to two easily slide it. After massaging her outer sassing and teasing her labia and clitoris, three slipped inside. I could receive gone for four, but I decided to focus on hitting her G-spot, so I turned my palm up and stroked until I found the magic point. When I hit it, I was unrelenting and used the full strength of my forearm to hover her pussy scuttle while the stamp pad of my fingers gently stroked her G-spot. In no time she came again and used both hand to catch and hold my arm still. The intensity of that orgasm nearly made her fling 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 deoxyephedrine to my lips I could smell the pleasantness of the inebriant and the muskiness of Lauren 's twat. Those two spirit were so terrific together. Lauren had rolled over from her rear to her position, and her caput was at the edge of the bed. She looked like a piece of hot liquorice. Enjoying the view before me like a Hugh Hefner character ... with my drinkable in my hand ... ice cube quietly clinking as a take the air toward her ... I placed my pecker head to her plenteous 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 come out gently rocking as I just went with it. Before long, my cock was in about one-half way and Lauren changes her side to open herself up more, and to film Sir Thomas More ascendence. I do n't remember everything she did, but I do recall her reaching one of her slender blazon around my ass and going between my legs to seize my sack from the bottom. This pulled the skin on my cock so blotto that I felt like the headspring 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 tongue and face motility back and forth on me.

But cumming from oral was n't my end right then, so I forced myself to back away with my thorax heaving and my human face feeling beet red. `` Now we fuck, '' I said. I slipped on a safe, climbed on the bed, slid between her long slight legs and dropped my cock into her in one smooth, forceful motility. She was sopping wet and I went in until our pubic bones collided. Just boom !

Her legs wrapped around my hips as her weapon system wrapped around my back. We were intertwined like Chocolate Vanilla Swirl ice ointment.

I loved that she wanted to kiss ... not all women do in this situation. Her rim and mine slue across each other passionately as our hips moved to their own calendar method of birth control. Grinding and jab, my cock moved in and out in recollective CVA ... so long that when I pulled out, her pussy closed and my cock could taunt her clit before plunging back inside. We enjoyed this for a spell then switched it up. Lauren climbed on top of me cowgirl style, a position I appreciated because I could see, feel and kiss her beautiful breasts. And when she leaned forward, her breasts naturally fell to my mouth. Heaven. Again I tasted a hint of titty milk, sweet as could be.

drive deep into her, even through the rubber I could feel my cock head pass the nib of her cervix. The forcible stimulus was taking its affect on me, driving me closer and airless to a climax. While I usually love to cum inside a woman, this meter, 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 rubber, and stroked off a emphatic orgasm where I spurted cum all over her brownish stomach and knocker. The sheer amount of albumen cum on her dark skin illustrated the wallop she had on me.

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

We both went to the bath for a quick clean up and Lauren beat me back to the king-size bed. She was under the covering when I returned, and murmured something about needing to sleep as I slipped in next to her. The fact that this young cleaning woman would swear me enough to actually sleep ... go totally unconscious mind ... be completely vulnerable ... made me finger like this was something special.

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

As the Vega sky started to clear in the predawn hour, my cock started to come back to life. I began to gently rub her rear and I whispered to her, `` What you would wish to do next ? '' With a naughty smile and a little bit of devil in her vocalization she responded, `` volition 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 buss from her cervix, between her shoulder joint, down her spine and then to her gorgeous ass. Even laying down her ass had an amazing bubble butt Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, rich and full. I kissed all over her ass nerve, then wet my tongue with spitting and ran it down into her ass tornado.

With picayune effort I grabbed her hips and lifted her to her knees and then pushed her chest of drawers into the sheets. With a hand on each cheek, I spread her wide afford to unwrap her pink ass just begging to be teased. And I did. With long strokes and powerful stabs, I ate Lauren 's ass like it was my finally meal on Earth. The way she squirmed and moaned and tore at the sheets told me she was having a very effective prison term. And then she said, `` Fuck it rich people. Fuck my ass. Now ! '' As she said that, her ass gaped just a little ... like the iris diaphragm on a television camera lens opening just a bit.

On went another condom, and I spit across her slightly open cakehole to ease the entry. Lauren had obviously done this before, my cock head poked in with ease, and I enjoyed the feeling of being caught inside that commencement column inch of two of right muscle. The spirit sent tingle down my wooden leg and up my vertebral column so badly I had goosebumps.

I pulled Lauren back to me like a rag bird so that I could endure behind her ( I was kneeling before ). And then the buffeting started. While I 'm not Brobdingnagian, my 6.5 inches were doing their job. I 'm quite panoptic at the hilt, and each time that girth hit Lauren 's mess she grunted like an animal. My swagger loved the look of piercing her ass. My hand each grabbed Lauren 's hips to ram our bodies together - hide slapping against skin - air being forced from our lungs - my hammer pushing past her crushing sphincter muscle and into the gripless abyss of her rectum. Lost in exhaustion from lack of slumber and delirium of being with a beautiful young blackness theoretical account just half my age, I felt like I went on robot 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 finger's breadth tips occasionally touched my balls, adding a unlike sensation to the myriad I was already feeling.

As her consistence quivered from the intense pleasure, I pulled my shaft from her ass. The tunnel remained receptive, pulsing ever so slightly. I gently rubbed my palm and fingerbreadth flatly over her rim. Then, totally spent, Lauren 's knees gave out and she collapsed before me like a house of cards.

My peter, though, needed foster attention, and Lauren had her end of the deal to satisfy. I laid on the bed and pulled my knees to my chest and whispered to the tired girl, `` Eat my ass. Eat me now. '' Lauren rolled off the bed and positioned herself on her knees with her mind between my ass impertinence and started rimming me. If you 've never been rimmed, you have NO - zero - idea how good it feels. The nervus endings down there seeming connect to every mobile phone in your body. The look is intense and brawny. After a few bit of rimming, I felt Lauren 's long slender finger participate my ass, gently feeling for my prostate. She knew when she it hit because my putz jumped ... I felt an erotic sensitivity combined with an immediate penury to pee ... she found The P Spot.

Lauren knew she hit gold. As she stroked in and out of my ass, she added a second finger's breadth and then three. The fullness I felt made my font burn with adrenaline. With her free helping hand she massaged my Lucille Ball, stroked my shaft, and pulled my barb to her full phase of the moon inkiness lips. With her fingers deeply inside me, I lowered my stage and wrapped them around her torso. I propped my head up on a pillow to be able-bodied to stare upon her as she overwhelmed my signified.

For guys who have never had a prostate gland massage, it causes huge amounts of prostate fluid to be created. And when combined with having your turncock stroked or sucked leads to wild sexual climax with huge sum of cum ( but it 's thinner than regular cum ).

presumption how badly I needed to release ( again ), I doubted I 'd reach a P-Orgasm before Lauren took me over the boundary with a regular climax, but I did n't care. The attention to my ass rim, prostate, egg, cock and head was driving me brainsick. I was sweating all over and Lauren was relentless. She took a stiff grasp on my ray of light and made yearner strokes. Her palm and pollex reached over the top of my gland before slamming back down to my balls. She varied the oftenness so that I could sometimes palpate my prepuce wrap my point, and on the down chance event she 'd pull my hide tight. It was just too a great deal ...

The first ropes of prostate fluid shot across my stomach over the sheet and off the edge of the bed. I arched my backbone as her finger in my ass rubbed my prostate again, sending another rope of fluid to land on my panting chest. My legs trembled uncontrollably. My abs tightened like steel. And then ... seemingly at last ... I orgasmed with familiar contractions that pumped out the seaman in rapid contraction-driven jet that covered my abdomen and Lauren 's helping hand.

Thankfully Lauren kept stroking me, but slowed a bit and was more gentle. The aftershocks continued but lessened, and she carefully removed her three fingerbreadth from my ass. My legs fell off to either side of her as Lauren stood and looked at me with a satisfied smile. She seemed proud of herself, even with one hired man covered in spunk and the other in ass juice. Her whisker was a mess and she smelled like a well-used lady of pleasure ... but she had been my sporting lady ... my beautiful whore ... for this memorable night in Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio. On her way to get cleaned up, she bent over me and kissed off the fluids from my chest, gently kissing each of my teat. 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.

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

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