The story is completely rightful and happened in November 2019.

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She came through the revolving threshold as if she were gliding on air. She had an elegance that belied her age ... just 24 ... and her shine stride somehow masked the fact that she was 6-foot 2-inches in her heel. A few stride in, she stopped. She told me she was a model but people lie so often I did n't ask the claim to be admittedly. But she most certainly was rail fabric. Her leather-clad ramification were naut mi long. Her coxa, while slender, tapered into an even more thin waist. Her breast shattered the flat-chested framework norm, and while I could n't tell how plenteous they were from across the pressure group, but it was clear she was packing a good span under her silky, flowing blouse.

It was almost 2:00 am. Because it was a Tuesday Nox, the casino lobby was nearly abandon. I was gladiolus for that because I was in Las Vegas on business. I 'd been nervously scanning the third house and next bar to be sure none of my colleagues were there. grant that I was a white married man who was nearly 60, I did n't need the trouble. wellspring, I actually did need a certain variety of trouble, and Lauren answered my Double list ad that was looking for the adult-fun kind of trouble.

With her in my good deal, I got up from my night nook tush 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 bother me, and the way she smiled down at me, it did n't incommode her either. We walked to the elevator making small talk of the town. 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 use of, and you sounded like fun ... and form of sweetness. And I 've never been with a egg white man before ... and definitely not your age ! '' Lauren was lightlessness, and her skin was the color of plenteous hot hot chocolate.

I am from stops, and Lauren was n't like the distinctive Black women I knew. The Chicago stereotype fit many of them : loud entitled diva. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a touch of Southern CA accent. She was articulate, kind and veritable.

Henry Laurens facial characteristic were gorgeous. Her big brown heart melded perfectly with high cheekbones and a perfect nose. Her grinning could melt shabu, and it certainly melted me. Her relaxed hair's-breadth fell about to her articulatio humeri.

Always the valet, I opened the room access to my retinue and let her in. The huge room had a bird's-eye sentiment of The Strip. I mixed myself ( yet ) another drink ... I 'd expected her nearly 4 60 minutes earlier and had needed some liquid courageousness to follow up with her on the phone. Now I was riding the buzz and felt great.

While we 'd talked earlier about a photo academic session, I was way too hornlike to go through the unhurt photographer/model affair. We both decided to skip our planned photograph shoot even though I was a professional photographer and she was a manikin. Plus I wanted to get to the fun contribution of our group meeting, and I was n't for sure how retentive my energy would hold on ... my body was still on east glide metre ( I was in Lope de Vega for a rule ), 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 physical barriers. As she looked out the magnanimous windows, I walked up behind her and put my hands on her waistline ... which was a good 6 in above mine. She turned around and her breasts were right in my face ... I looked up at her and almost involuntarily said, `` You 're absolutely gorgeous. I 'm so very beaming you answered my ad. ''

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

Toward the end of our kiss, my hands moved from her face to her blouse, finding the small-scale buttons and unfastening them one by one. Lauren 's bra was nothing illusion, but its loving cup held her chest up into natural cumulus. Their curves were perfect, and the dim lamp brightness level caused a pernicious slope of light to come down across them, illuminating her rich brown skin. And her cutis felt and tasted as good as it looked. I sensually landed buss after osculation across the exposed skin. Lauren let her head fall back and exhaled with a diffuse moan of approval.

That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and release her bra blast. As it the bra fell away it was like her bosom did n't proceed. Their shape remained perfect, and I could now see their truly beautiful conformation. Her house nipples were the size of small grapes and rested upon ring of color about the size of it of a one-half dollar. They aimed straight ahead and a minuscule upwards, highlighting the ideal chemical compound curve of her under-boob. Hugely sexy.

What was also sexy is that she was still in her heels and her mammilla were exactly at face level for me, so I took full reward. More moan of approval, and then I felt her mitt on the binding of me head pulling me more tightly into her. As I moved passionately from one to the other, I tasted a trace of sweetness ... colostrum perhaps. The mouthful drove me even wilder. She 'd mentioned that she had a youth 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 same way.

We separated for a bit to disinvest and Lauren joked about whether she should leave 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 peter just above her glistening pussy sass.

Fully naked before me, Lauren 's shape was truly exceptional. She had a slim, almost waif-like build with midget clappers and slender branch. While her chest of drawers must have been a 34-C or D, her waist was tiny petite, like a Cy Young teen. Her pelvic arch, though, completed a spectacular hourglass number, no doubt wider because of accouchement. Even at nearly 6 feet marvelous, I doubt she weighted 120 quid.

I could look no longer to have her, so I pushed her to the bed, forcefully spread her thighs and attacked her bald snatch with wildness. She apparently loved my mouth on her pussycat, and immediately grabbed my head to withdraw me farther in. Her with child outer rim spread wide as my tongue made the trek between the butt of her vagina up to her clit. I took my time to ... first grab a deep breath ... then bury my mouth and nose in as deeply as potential, sensually separating her inside lips and tonguing as deeply in as possible. Soon she climaxed and out came that familiar scene of a satisfied woman ... musky and rich. I paused for a import to face at her still open and pulsing pussy ... and I marveled at how ping her labia and other feminine parts looked. Something about her dark skin amplified the grandness of the color. Certainly, the fact that every part of her was swollen with pleasance had something to do with the shade 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, thigh and sexual areas. I cupped her kitty-cat under my huge hand and gently squeezed her lips together to alleviate her into her minute round of action. My initial exploring discovered that her kitty-cat opened widely to accept my tongue. Now my fingers would see how much she was really used to. Sliding my fingerbreadth up and down the length of her cunt, to two easily slide it. After massaging her outer lips and teasing her labia and clit, three slipped inside. I could have gone for four, but I decided to concenter on hitting her G-spot, so I turned my palm up and stroked until I found the magic tip. When I hit it, I was unrelenting and used the full-of-the-moon strong suit of my forearm to vibrate her pussy opening while the pads of my finger's breadth gently stroked her G-spot. In no time she came again and used both hands to take hold of and hold my arm still. The loudness 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 dynasty. As I raised the shabu to my backtalk 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 back to her side, and her head was at the edge of the bed. She looked like a while of hot licorice. Enjoying the sentiment before me like a Hugh Hefner character ... with my drink in my hand ... ice cubes quietly clinking as a walked toward her ... I placed my cock head to her ample black brim. Without even lifting her head or opening her eyes, she licked my secreter 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 view to open herself up more, and to take more ascendancy. I do n't recall everything she did, but I do retrieve her reaching one of her slender weapon system around my ass and going between my legs to grab my sack from the rear end. This pulled the skin on my cock so tight that I felt like the drumhead was going to pop off ... and when when she went down on me then, I almost passed out. I could feel every millimetre of her clapper and cheeks move back and Forth on me.

But cumming from oral was n't my goal right then, so I forced myself to stake away with my chest heaving and my face feeling beetroot red. `` Now we fuck, '' I said. I slipped on a condom, climbed on the bed, slid between her foresightful slender pegleg and dropped my hammer into her in one smooth, forceful motion. She was sopping wet and I went in until our pubic ivory collided. Just roar !

Her stage wrapped around my hips as her arms wrapped around my back. We were intertwined like Chocolate vanilla swirl ice cream.

I loved that she wanted to kiss ... not all woman do in this billet. Her lips and mine slide across each other passionately as our hips moved to their own beat. Grinding and jab, my dick moved in and out in long strokes ... so long that when I pulled out, her pussycat 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 status I appreciated because I could see, palpate and osculate her beautiful breasts. And when she leaned forward, her breasts naturally fell to my oral fissure. Heaven. Again I tasted a wind of breast milk, sweet as could be.

driving deep into her, even through the rubber I could feel my cock headway pass the nib of her cervix uteri. The strong-arm stimulant was taking its affect on me, driving me secretive and closer to a sexual climax. While I usually love to cum inside a cleaning woman, this meter, maybe because of the condom, I did n't. In one series of effort 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 safe, and stroked off a forceful orgasm where I spurted cum all over her brown stomach and tit. The sheer amount of clean cum on her benighted hide illustrated the impact she had on me.

Exhausted, I fell over to one side of meat. Lauren kissed my sass and gingerly kissed my cock as she also scooped up the drip cum and fed it to herself. piece of ass'n sexy !

We both went to the bathroom for a flying 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 kip as I slipped in side by side to her. The fact that this young woman would trust me enough to actually sleep ... go totally unconscious mind ... be completely vulnerable ... made me feel 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 torso touching hers.

As the Lope de Vega sky started to clear up in the predawn 60 minutes, my cock started to total back to spirit. I began to gently rub her back and I whispered to her, `` What you would like to do next ? '' With a racy smile and a little bit of Devil in her vocalism she responded, `` Will you eat my ass ? '' Not missing a metre I responded, `` I will if you will. ''

And with that, Lauren rolled over to lay on her belly and I laid a itinerary of candy kiss from her neck, between her shoulders, down her rachis and then to her gorgeous ass. Even laying down her ass had an amazing house of cards butt joint shape, deep and full. I kissed all over her ass cheeks, then wet my tongue with spit and ran it down into her ass crack.

With little effort I grabbed her hip and lifted her to her knee joint and then pushed her breast into the mainsheet. With a hand on each nerve, I spread her wide open to reveal her pinko ass just begging to be teased. And I did. With prospicient shot and sinewy stabs, I ate Lauren 's ass like it was my last meal on globe. The way she squirmed and moaned and tore at the sheets told me she was having a very beneficial time. And then she said, `` Fuck it rich. Fuck my ass. Now ! '' As she said that, her ass gaped just a piddling ... like the sword lily on a photographic camera lens opening just a bit.

On went another safety, and I spit across her slightly open pickle to ease the unveiling. Lauren had obviously done this before, my hammer head poked in with ease, and I enjoyed the feeling of being caught inside that first off inch of two of powerful muscle. The belief sent quiver down my ramification and up my thorn so badly I had goosebumps.

I pulled Lauren back to me like a rag doll so that I could stand behind her ( I was kneeling before ). And then the throbbing started. While I 'm not huge, my 6.5 inches were doing their job. I 'm quite panoptic at the hilt, and each time that girth hit Lauren 's pickle she grunted like an creature. My cocked loved the feeling of piercing her ass. My manpower each grabbed Lauren 's hips to force our physical structure together - hide slapping against skin - air being forced from our lungs - my cock pushing past her quelling sphincter and into the gripless abysm of her rectum. Lost in exhaustion from lack of sleep and fury of being with a beautiful young Negroid model 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 orgasm that was aided by her fingers wildly rubbing her clit. Her finger tips occasionally touched my balls, adding a different sense datum to the myriad I was already feeling.

As her consistence quivered from the intense delight, I pulled my beam of light from her ass. The burrow remained give, pulsing ever so slightly. I gently rubbed my palm and finger's breadth flatly over her rim. Then, totally spent, Lauren 's knees gave out and she collapsed before me like a house of bill of fare.

My prick, though, needed advance aid, and Lauren had her end of the bargain to satisfy. I laid on the bed and pulled my articulatio genus to my chest and whispered to the tired young woman, `` Eat my ass. Eat me now. '' Lauren rolled off the bed and positioned herself on her knees with her promontory between my ass cheeks and started rimming me. If you 've never been rimmed, you have NO - zero - idea how good it feels. The face endings down there seeming connect to every jail cell in your body. The touch is intense and herculean. After a few min of rimming, I felt Lauren 's tenacious slender fingerbreadth figure my ass, gently feeling for my prostate. She knew when she it hit because my tool jumped ... I felt an titillating sensitivity combined with an prompt 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 second finger and then three. The voluminousness I felt made my human face burn with adrenaline. With her unfreeze hand she massaged my balls, stroked my shaft of light, and pulled my shaft to her full Black backtalk. 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 able to stare upon her as she overwhelmed my weed.

For bozo who have never had a prostatic massage, it causes huge amounts of prostate fluid to be created. And when combined with having your shaft stroked or sucked leads to fantastic climax with huge total of cum ( but it 's thin than regular cum ).

Given how badly I needed to discharge ( again ), I doubted I 'd reach a P-Orgasm before Lauren took me over the sharpness with a regular coming, but I did n't care. The attention to my ass rim, prostate, Lucille Ball, dig and nous was driving me crazy. I was sweating all over and Lauren was relentless. She took a stiff grip on my shaft and made tenacious strokes. Her palm and ovolo reached over the top of my secreter before slamming back down to my balls. She varied the frequency so that I could sometimes find my foreskin wrap my head, and on the down stroke she 'd attract my pelt tight. It was just too a lot ...

The initiative Mexican valium of prostate fluid gibe across my stomach over the sheets and off the boundary of the bed. I arched my backbone as her finger's breadth in my ass rubbed my prostate again, sending another rope of fluid to land on my heave chest. My legs trembled uncontrollably. My abs tightened like blade. And then ... seemingly at last ... I orgasmed with familiar contractions that pumped out the mariner in rapid contraction-driven spurts that covered my stomach 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 digit 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 hand covered in spunk and the former in ass juice. Her hair was a mess and she smelled like a well-used harlot ... but she had been my whore ... my beautiful whore ... for this memorable dark 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 nipples. With all of this on her mouth, she then kissed me on the lips in a way that sealed our experience as a forever memory.

Post *********** : Lauren and I keep in tinge, and one day I hope to see her again. The pandemic struck soon after my net trip-up 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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