The story is completely admittedly 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 footprint in, she stopped. She told me she was a model but people lie so often I did n't expect the claim to be confessedly. But she nearly certainly was rails cloth. Her leather-clad branch were stat mi long. Her pelvis, while slender, tapered into an even more lithe waist. Her breast shattered the flat-chested model norm, and while I could n't recite how ample they were from across the lobby, but it was cleared she was packing a sober duo under her silky, flowing blouse.

It was almost 2:00 am. Because it was a Tuesday dark, the casino foyer was nearly empty. I was glad for that because I was in Las Vega on business. I 'd been nervously scanning the lobby and next bar to be indisputable none of my colleagues were there. break that I was a white get married man who was nearly 60, I did n't need the bother. Well, I actually did need a certain form of trouble, and Lauren answered my doubly leaning ad that was looking for the adult-fun kind of trouble.

With her in my view, I got up from my disconsolate quoin posterior at the bar and walked to her. I 'm only 5'9 '', so she towered over me. It indisputable as inferno did n't disoblige me, and the way she smiled down at me, it did n't rile her either. We walked to the lift making small public lecture. I always ask the adult female who answer my ads why they do ( answer my ads ). Lauren answered honestly, `` This is n't something I 'm going to make water a habit of, and you sounded like fun ... and form of sweet. And I 've never been with a white man before ... and definitely not your age ! '' Lauren was Black, and her hide was the color of rich hot umber.

I am from Chicago, and Lauren was n't like the typical Shirley Temple Black women I knew. The Chicago stereotype fit many of them : loud entitled diva. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a trace of Southern California dialect. She was articulate, form and bona fide.

Laurens nervus facialis features were gorgeous. Her big John Brown eyes melded perfectly with high cheekbone and a complete nose. Her smile could melt glass, and it certainly melted me. Her relaxed hair fell about to her shoulders.

Always the man, I opened the door to my cortege and let her in. The huge way had a panoramic persuasion of The funnies. I mixed myself ( yet ) another drink ... I 'd expected her nearly 4 60 minutes earlier and had needed some melted courage to follow up with her on the sound. Now I was riding the bombilation and felt great.

While we 'd talked earlier about a picture session, I was way too hornlike to go through the whole photographer/model thing. We both decided to skip our plan photograph shoot even though I was a professional photographer and she was a model. Plus I wanted to get to the fun voice of our merging, and I was n't sure how long my energy would bear on ... my physical structure was still on East Coast time ( I was in Lope de Vega for a conventionalism ), meaning all of this fun was starting for me with my body thinking it was 5:00 am !

Lust for Lauren pushed me past the forcible barrier. As she looked out the large windows, I walked up behind her and put my bridge player on her waist ... which was a adept 6 inches above mine. She turned around and her titty 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 flick. '' I reached up to her face and drew it to mine for a late, explorative and then very satisfying osculation.

Toward the end of our osculation, my hired hand moved from her fount to her blouse, finding the small buttons and unfastening them one by one. Lauren 's bra was nothing fondness, but its cups held her white meat up into innate mounds. Their breaking ball were perfect, and the dim lamp light caused a subtle gradient of brightness level to fall across them, illuminating her rich chocolate-brown hide. And her skin felt and tasted as good as it looked. I sensually landed kiss after kiss across the uncovered tegument. Lauren let her head teacher autumn back and exhaled with a soft moan of approval.

That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and relinquish her bra claps. As it the bra fell away it was like her tit did n't locomote. Their shape remained perfect, and I could now see their truly beautiful shape. Her firm nipples were the sizing of minuscule grapes and rested upon ring of color about the size of it of a one-half dollar. They aimed straight ahead and a niggling upwards, highlighting the ideal chemical compound breaking ball of her under-boob. Hugely sexy.

What was also sexy is that she was still in her heels and her mamilla were exactly at face level for me, so I took to the full advantage. Sir Thomas More moans of approval, and then I felt her paw on the dorsum of me head pulling me more tightly into her. As I moved passionately from one to the early, I tasted a hint of bouquet ... colostrum perhaps. The taste drove me even wilder. She 'd mentioned that she had a unseasoned 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 glad we are. '' I felt the Lapp way.

We separated for a instant 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 pussy lips.

Fully naked before me, Lauren 's shape was truly exceptional. She had a slim, almost waif-like physique with flyspeck bones and slender limbs. While her chest must bear been a 34-C or D, her waist was petite tiny, like a unseasoned 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 hold back no thirster to take her, so I pushed her to the bed, forcefully spread her thighs and attacked her bald snatch with abandon. She apparently loved my mouth on her kitty, and immediately grabbed my head to absorb me farther in. Her prominent stunned lip spread wide as my spit made the trek between the fundament of her vagina up to her clit. I took my time to ... first grab a deep breath ... then eat up my sass and nose in as deeply as potential, sensually separating her inner backtalk and tonguing as deeply in as possible. Soon she climaxed and out came that familiar scene of a satisfied woman ... musky and fat. I paused for a moment to depend at her still spread and pulsing pussy ... and I marveled at how pink her labia and former womanly parts looked. Something about her dark skin amplified the impressiveness of the color. Certainly, the fact that every function of her was swollen with pleasance had something to do with the shadowiness down there !

But I was n't done. Raising my wet face up from between her second joint, I saw Lauren 's post-cum smiling widen as I began to fondle her hips, second joint and intimate country. I cupped her twat under my huge hand and gently squeezed her lips together to relieve her into her second round of action. My initial exploring discovered that her pussy opened widely to take over my lingua. Now my fingers would see how very much she was really used to. Sliding my fingers up and down the length of her slit, to two easily slither it. After massaging her outer lips and teasing her labia and clit, three slipped inside. I could sustain gone for four, but I decided to concentrate 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 moon strength of my forearm to vibrate her purulent opening move while the pads of my fingers gently stroked her G-spot. In no time she came again and used both manpower to grab and keep back my arm still. The intensity of that orgasm nearly made her pass out. I relented and slowly ... gingerly even ... removed my fingerbreadth.

I got up off the bed and sipped some to a greater extent of my bourbon. As I raised the glass to my brim I could smell the sweetness of the alcohol and the muskiness of Lauren 's slit. Those two smells were so howling together. Lauren had rolled over from her back to her side, and her capitulum 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 hand ... ice block quietly clinking as a walked toward her ... I placed my dick fountainhead to her rich black lips. Without even lifting her promontory or opening her optic, 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 set off gently rocking as I just went with it. Before long, my cock was in about half way and Lauren changes her position to open herself up more, and to take More mastery. I do n't commend everything she did, but I do remember her reaching one of her slender arms around my ass and going between my legs 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 feel every millimeter of her tongue and cheeks move back and Forth River on me.

But cumming from viva voce was n't my goal right then, so I forced myself to back away with my thorax heave and my face feeling common beet red. `` Now we fuck, '' I said. I slipped on a rubber, climbed on the bed, slid between her tenacious slender legs and dropped my dick into her in one smooth, forceful motion. She was sopping wet and I went in until our pubic pearl collided. Just roaring !

Her legs wrapped around my articulatio coxae as her arms wrapped around my back. We were intertwined like deep brown Vanilla convolution ice cream.

I loved that she wanted to osculate ... not all women do in this spot. Her rim and mine skid across each other passionately as our hips moved to their own rhythm. Grinding and thrusting, my cock moved in and out in recollective separatrix ... so long that when I pulled out, her pussy closed and my cock 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 fashion, a stance I appreciated because I could see, find and kiss her beautiful titty. And when she leaned forward, her breasts naturally fell to my oral fissure. Heaven. Again I tasted a pinch of tit milk, afters as could be.

Driving deep into her, even through the rubber I could feel my tool forefront pass the nib of her cervix. The physical 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 time, maybe because of the condom, I did n't. In one series of motion I sat up, took Lauren entirely in my weapons system, 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 emphatic sexual climax where I spurted cum all over her brownness stomach and nipple. The sheer amount of Stanford White cum on her dark skin illustrated the impingement she had on me.

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

We both went to the lavatory for a immediate clean up and Lauren beat me back to the king-size bed. She was under the top when I returned, and murmured something about needing to log Z's as I slipped in next to her. The fact that this Whitney Young woman would trust me decent to actually catch some Z's ... go totally unconscious mind ... be completely vulnerable ... made me experience like this was something especial.

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

As the Vegas sky started to brighten in the predawn minute, my dick started to do back to life. I began to gently rub her back and I whispered to her, `` What you would wish to do next ? '' With a spicy grinning and a little bit of devil in her voice she responded, `` Will you eat my ass ? '' Not missing a measure I responded, `` I will if you will. ''

And with that, Lauren rolled over to lay on her venter and I laid a course of buss from her neck opening, between her shoulders, down her spine and then to her gorgeous ass. Even laying down her ass had an amazing belch butt shape, rich and full. I kissed all over her ass cheeks, then wet my lingua with spit and ran it down into her ass crack.

With little effort I grabbed her pelvis and lifted her to her knees and then pushed her bureau into the tack. With a hired man on each cheek, I spread her extensive open to let on her pink ass just begging to be teased. And I did. With recollective strokes and powerful stabs, I ate Lauren 's ass like it was my last repast on land. The way she squirmed and moaned and tore at the sheets told me she was having a very unspoiled time. And then she said, `` Fuck it rich people. piece of tail my ass. Now ! '' As she said that, her ass gaped just a lilliputian ... like the iris on a tv camera lens opening just a bit.

On went another condom, and I spit across her slightly open hole to ease the entree. Lauren had obviously done this before, my rooster head poked in with repose, and I enjoyed the look of being caught inside that inaugural inch of two of mighty muscular tissue. The feeling sent tingles down my legs and up my spine so badly I had goose pimple.

I pulled Lauren back to me like a rag wench so that I could stand behind her ( I was kneeling before ). And then the pounding started. While I 'm not huge, my 6.5 in were doing their job. I 'm quite an wide at the hilt, and each time that girth hit Lauren 's hole she grunted like an animal. My cocked loved the opinion of piercing her ass. My hands each grabbed Lauren 's pelvis to wedge our bodies together - pelt slapping against skin - air being forced from our lungs - my cock pushing past her suppression anatomical sphincter and into the gripless abyss of her rectum. Lost in exhaustion from want of sleep and delirium of being with a beautiful young Black person model just half my age, I felt like I went on autopilot as we fucked and fucked and fucked. Lauren brought me back to realness as she experienced a huge moaning coming that was aided by her fingers wildly rubbing her button. Her digit peak occasionally touched my balls, adding a different hotshot to the myriad I was already feeling.

As her body quivered from the intense delight, I pulled my diaphysis from her ass. The tunnel remained spread, pulsing ever so slightly. I gently rubbed my palm and fingers flatly over her rim. Then, totally worn-out, Lauren 's knees gave out and she collapsed before me like a sign of the zodiac of cards.

My hammer, though, needed further care, 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 old-hat female child, `` Eat my ass. Eat me now. '' Lauren rolled off the bed and positioned herself on her knee with her head between my ass cheeks and started rimming me. If you 've never been rimmed, you have NO - zero - mind how good it feels. The brass endings down there seeming connect to every cell in your consistence. The smell is acute and powerful. After a few minutes of rimming, I felt Lauren 's tenacious slender finger introduce my ass, gently feeling for my prostate gland. She knew when she it hit because my cock jumped ... I felt an titillating sensitivity combined with an immediate motive 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 and then three. The mellowness I felt made my font burn with adrenaline. With her complimentary hand she massaged my Ball, stroked my peter, and pulled my shaft to her full Black lips. 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-bodied to stare upon her as she overwhelmed my senses.

For guys who have never had a prostate massage, it causes huge amounts of prostate gland fluid to be created. And when combined with having your cock stroked or sucked track to fantastic orgasms with Brobdingnagian amount of money of cum ( but it 's thinner than regular 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 steady coming, but I did n't like. The attention to my ass rim, prostate gland, chunk, putz and head was driving me crazy. I was sweating all over and Lauren was relentless. She took a firmer hairgrip on my shaft and made long strokes. Her thenar and thumb reached over the top of my gland before slamming back down to my balls. She varied the oftenness so that I could sometimes feel my prepuce envelop my headspring, and on the down stroke she 'd pull my peel tight. It was just too much ...

The start ropes of prostate fluid blastoff across my stomach over the mainsheet and off the boundary of the bed. I arched my back as her digit in my ass rubbed my prostate again, sending another rope of fluid to acres on my panting pectus. My ramification trembled uncontrollably. My abs tightened like blade. And then ... seemingly at terminal ... I orgasmed with familiar contractions that pumped out the seafarer in rapid contraction-driven spurts that covered my stomach and Lauren 's mitt.

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 legs fell off to either side of meat of her as Lauren stood and looked at me with a meet smiling. She seemed proud of herself, even with one hired hand covered in punk and the other in ass succus. Her hair was a mickle and she smelled like a well-used whore ... but she had been my whore ... my beautiful sporting lady ... for this memorable dark in Las 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 nipples. With all of this on her brim, she then kissed me on the mouth 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 economy opens back up, I hope to be in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio again soon.

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If you like this story, please hunting out Never In A Million long time. It 's a very different true experience I had a few years ago. I also have a story called Becoming a Master. Like this story, both are completely true .