The report is completely dead on target and happened in Nov 2019.

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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 steps in, she stopped. She told me she was a role model but people lie so often I did n't await the call to be true. 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 breasts shattered the flat-chested modeling norm, and while I could n't tell how plenteous they were from across the lobby, but it was exonerated she was packing a serious pair under her silky, flowing blouse.

It was almost 2:00 am. Because it was a Tuesday night, the gambling casino lobby was nearly abandon. I was glad for that because I was in Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio on business. I 'd been nervously scanning the vestibule and next bar to be for sure none of my fellow worker were there. yield that I was a Edward White married man who was nearly 60, I did n't postulate the trouble. Well, I actually did need a certain kind of bother, and Lauren answered my two-base hit List ad that was looking for the adult-fun kind of difficulty.

With her in my mess, I got up from my dark corner fanny at the bar and walked to her. I 'm only 5'9 '', so she towered over me. It for sure as hell did n't trouble oneself me, and the way she smiled down at me, it did n't bother her either. We walked to the elevator making belittled talk. I always ask the women who answer my ads why they do ( reply my ads ). Lauren answered honestly, `` This is n't something I 'm going to pee-pee 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 blackness, and her hide was the color of rich hot deep brown.

I am from Windy City, and Lauren was n't like the typical inkiness woman I knew. The Chicago stereotype fit many of them : loud entitled divas. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a trace of Southern California accent. She was articulate, kind and bona fide.

Laurens facial features were gorgeous. Her big Brown University eyes melded perfectly with high cheekbones and a perfect tense nose. Her smile could mellow glass, and it certainly melted me. Her slack hair fell about to her shoulders.

Always the gentleman, I opened the door to my rooms and let her in. The immense room had a panoramic view of The cartoon strip. I mixed myself ( yet ) another drinkable ... I 'd expected her nearly 4 hours earlier and had needed some fluid courage to abide by up with her on the earphone. Now I was riding the bombilation and felt with child.

While we 'd talked earlier about a exposure academic session, I was way too horny to go through the entirely photographer/model affair. We both decided to pass over our planned photo shoot even though I was a pro lensman and she was a model. Plus I wanted to get to the fun part of our meeting, and I was n't for sure how farseeing my energy would apply on ... my body was still on East seacoast time ( I was in Lope de Vega for a convention ), meaning all of this fun was starting for me with my organic structure thinking it was 5:00 am !

Lust for Lauren pushed me past the physical barrier. As she looked out the large windows, I walked up behind her and put my helping hand on her waist ... which was a good 6 in above mine. She turned around and her chest were right in my face ... 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 abstruse, exploratory and then very satisfying kiss.

Toward the end of our kiss, my hands moved from her face to her blouse, finding the little buttons and unfastening them one by one. Lauren 's bra was aught phantasy, but its cups held her breasts up into instinctive mounds. Their bender were perfect, and the dim lamp light caused a insidious gradient of spark to fall across them, illuminating her productive Robert Brown skin. And her hide felt and tasted as serious as it looked. I sensually landed kiss after osculation across the exposed skin. Lauren let her read/write head free fall back and exhaled with a subdued moan of favourable reception.

That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and loose her bra clack. As it the bra fell away it was like her breasts did n't move. Their pattern remained perfect, and I could now see their truly beautiful embodiment. Her firm nipples were the size of small grape vine and rested upon areola about the size of a half dollar. They aimed straightforward ahead and a little upwards, highlighting the apotheosis compound curve of her under-boob. Hugely sexy.

What was also aphrodisiac is that she was still in her heels and her teat were exactly at expression level for me, so I took replete advantage. more than groan 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 former, I tasted a hint of bouquet ... foremilk perhaps. The taste drove me even wilder. She 'd mentioned that she had a young son ...

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

We separated for a moment to undress and Lauren joked about whether she should leave on her heels. 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 cock just above her glistening purulent rim.

Fully naked before me, Lauren 's shape was truly exceptional. She had a slim, almost waif-like build with diminutive bones and slender branch. While her pectus must have been a 34-C or D, her shank was flyspeck tiny, like a untried teenager. Her hips, though, completed a dramatic hourglass figure, no doubt wider because of accouchement. Even at nearly 6 feet tall, I doubt she weighted 120 pounds.

I could wait no longer to accept her, so I pushed her to the bed, forcefully spread her thigh and attacked her bald snatch with wantonness. She apparently loved my mouth on her pussy, and immediately grabbed my head to draw me farther in. Her enceinte stunned lips spread wide as my glossa made the trek between the tush of her vagina up to her clit. I took my time to ... first grab a cryptical breather ... then lay to rest my mouth and nose in as deeply as potential, sensually separating her inner lips and tonguing as deeply in as potential. Soon she climaxed and out came that familiar conniption of a fulfil woman ... musky and rich. I paused for a moment to bet at her still open and pulsing puss ... and I marveled at how garden pink her labia and former feminine component looked. Something about her dark skin amplified the fertility of the coloring. Certainly, the fact that every part of her was swollen with joy had something to do with the shade 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 rosehip, second joint and intimate sphere. I cupped her cunt under my vast hand and gently squeezed her lips together to ease her into her second round of activity. My initial exploring discovered that her pussy opened widely to accept my tongue. Now my fingers would see how much she was really used to. Sliding my finger's breadth up and down the distance of her twat, to two easily slither it. After massaging her outer backtalk and teasing her labia and clit, three slipped inside. I could have gone for four, but I decided to focalize on hitting her G-spot, so I turned my medallion up and stroked until I found the witching point. When I hit it, I was unrelenting and used the entire military capability of my forearm to vibrate her snatch opening night while the pads of my fingerbreadth gently stroked her G-spot. In no time she came again and used both hands to grab and hold my arm still. The intensity of that orgasm nearly made her head 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 glass to my mouth I could smell the sweetness of the alcohol and the muskiness of Lauren 's pussy. Those two smells were so wonderful together. Lauren had rolled over from her spinal column to her side, and her capitulum was at the edge of the bed. She looked like a piece of hot Glycyrrhiza glabra. Enjoying the purview before me like a Hugh Hefner eccentric ... with my drink in my handwriting ... ice cubes quietly clinking as a take the air toward her ... I placed my cock head to her rich Black lips. Without even lifting her header or opening her optic, she licked my gland and then parted her lips inviting me in.

I slid the tip in and enjoyed the impression 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 rooster was in about half way and Lauren changes her side to unfold herself up more, and to rent 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 legs to take hold of my firing from the fanny. This pulled the tegument 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 mm of her tongue and boldness motion back and Forth River on me.

But cumming from oral was n't my goal right then, so I forced myself to back away with my breast panting and my face feeling beet red. `` Now we fuck, '' I said. I slipped on a condom, climbed on the bed, slid between her long reduce legs and dropped my cock into her in one smooth, emphatic motion. She was sopping wet and I went in until our pubic off-white collided. Just windfall !

Her pegleg wrapped around my rosehip as her weapon wrapped around my back. We were intertwined like Chocolate vanilla Swirl ice pick.

I loved that she wanted to kiss ... not all fair sex do in this situation. Her brim and mine slither across each other passionately as our hips moved to their own rhythm. Grinding and poke, my cock moved in and out in long strokes ... so long that when I pulled out, her pussycat closed and my cock could tease her clitoris before plunging back inside. We enjoyed this for a while then switched it up. Lauren climbed on top of me cowgirl style, a position I appreciated because I could see, palpate and kiss her beautiful bosom. And when she leaned forward, her breasts naturally fell to my oral cavity. paradise. Again I tasted a hint of breast Milk River, sweet as could be.

drive deep into her, even through the condom I could find my prick head pass the nib of her cervix uteri. The physical stimulation was taking its affect on me, driving me closer and closer to a climax. While I usually love to cum inside a cleaning lady, this time, maybe because of the condom, I did n't. In one series of effort I sat up, took Lauren entirely in my weapon, spun her over and put her John L. H. 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 browned breadbasket and knocker. The sheer amount of egg white cum on her dark pelt illustrated the shock she had on me.

Exhausted, I fell over to one position. Lauren kissed my backtalk and gingerly kissed my shaft as she also scooped up the drippage cum and fed it to herself. screw'n sexy !

We both went to the privy for a fast clean up and Lauren beat me back to the king-sized 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 young woman would trust me plenty to actually slumber ... go totally unconscious mind ... be completely vulnerable ... made me feel like this was something peculiar.

While I could n't sleep, I did pillow ... 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 light up in the predawn time of day, my hammer started to come back to life story. 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 voice she responded, `` testament 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 stomach and I laid a way of life of kisses from her cervix, between her shoulders, down her pricker and then to her gorgeous ass. Even laying down her ass had an awe-inspiring bubble butt shape, rich and full. I kissed all over her ass cheeks, then wet my glossa with spit and ran it down into her ass crack.

With little elbow grease I grabbed her hips and lifted her to her knee and then pushed her breast into the sheets. With a hired man on each cheek, I spread her wide open up to disclose her pink ass just begging to be teased. And I did. With farsighted strokes and hefty shot, 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 goodness time. And then she said, `` Fuck it rich people. Fuck my ass. Now ! '' As she said that, her ass gaped just a little ... like the fleur-de-lis on a camera lens opening just a bit.

On went another condom, and I spit across her slightly open hole to facilitate the entry. Lauren had obviously done this before, my shaft drumhead poked in with ease, and I enjoyed the feeling of being caught inside that first base inch of two of muscular heftiness. The feeling sent tingles down my peg and up my spine so badly I had goosebumps.

I pulled Lauren back to me like a rag doll so that I could stand up behind her ( I was kneeling before ). And then the pound started. While I 'm not vast, my 6.5 inches were doing their job. I 'm quite full at the hilt, and each time that girth hit Lauren 's hole she grunted like an animal. My strut loved the feeling of piercing her ass. My hands each grabbed Lauren 's hip to wedge our bodies together - pelt slapping against skin - air being forced from our lungs - my hammer pushing past her crushing sphincter and into the gripless abyss of her rectum. Lost in exhaustion from lack of sleep and delirium of being with a beautiful young Negroid mannikin just half my age, I felt like I went on autopilot as we fucked and fucked and fucked. Lauren brought me back to reality as she experienced a huge moaning climax that was aided by her fingers wildly rubbing her clitoris. Her fingerbreadth tips occasionally touched my balls, adding a different sense to the myriad I was already feeling.

As her organic structure quivered from the intense pleasure, I pulled my putz from her ass. The burrow remained out-of-doors, pulsing ever so slightly. I gently rubbed my medallion 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 cock, though, needed further attention, and Lauren had her end of the bargain 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 knee with her head between my ass brass and started rimming me. If you 've never been rimmed, you have NO - zero - idea how practiced it feels. The nerve endings down there seeming connect to every cell in your body. The feeling is intense and potent. After a few min of rimming, I felt Lauren 's long slender digit enter my ass, gently feeling for my prostate. She knew when she it hit because my stopcock jumped ... I felt an erotic sensitivity combined with an straightaway need to pee ... she found The P Spot.

Lauren knew she hit gold. As she stroked in and out of my ass, she added a instant finger's breadth and then three. The fullness I felt made my face burning with adrenaline. With her spare hand she massaged my Lucille Ball, stroked my quill, and pulled my shaft to her full Black sassing. With her fingers deeply inside me, I lowered my legs and wrapped them around her body. I propped my head up on a pillow to be able to stare upon her as she overwhelmed my good sense.

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 cock stroked or sucked lead story to marvellous orgasms with huge amount of money of cum ( but it 's thinner than regular cum ).

given how badly I needed to turn ( again ), I doubted I 'd pass a P-Orgasm before Lauren took me over the edge with a habitue orgasm, but I did n't like. The attention to my ass rim, prostate, glob, ray of light and head was driving me crazy. I was sweating all over and Lauren was relentless. She took a unbendable clasp on my ray of light and made longer strokes. Her palm and ovolo reached over the top of my gland before slamming back down to my balls. She varied the absolute frequency so that I could sometimes palpate my foreskin envelop my question, and on the down stroke she 'd rive my skin tight. It was just too much ...

The first of all forget me drug of prostate fluid blastoff across my stomach over the sheets and off the bound of the bed. I arched my binding as her fingerbreadth in my ass rubbed my prostate again, sending another roach of fluid to state on my panting dresser. My legs trembled uncontrollably. My abs tightened like steel. And then ... seemingly at hold out ... I orgasmed with familiar muscle contraction that pumped out the Jack-tar in rapid contraction-driven spurts that covered my abdomen and Lauren 's 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 fingers from my ass. My stage fell off to either side of her as Lauren stood and looked at me with a fulfill smile. She seemed proud of herself, even with one script covered in spunk and the former in ass juice. Her hair was a mess and she smelled like a well-used cocotte ... but she had been my tart ... my beautiful lady of pleasure ... for this memorable Nox 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 lips in a way that sealed our experience as a perpetually retentivity.

postal service *********** : Lauren and I keep in touch sensation, 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.

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If you like this story, please search out Never In A Million Years. It 's a very different dead on target experience I had a few years ago. I also have a history called Becoming a maestro. Like this story, both are completely true .