Alvin Mary Harris Jones, one of the greatest basketball instrumentalist of all time, had the ball in his hands once again setting up for the lowest scene. His professional basketball league team, the embodiment, were down one head with four moment on the clock. Roxy Seaver, a stunning, sonsie and caramel-flavored Avs cheerleader, had seen this mag tape many times and knew how this rematch would end. Guarded by the leading defensive attitude thespian in the conference, Alvin faked a drive to the rightfield, then crossed over to the left and pulled up for the jumper that could be the game succeeder.

As the crew fell eerily mum, everything seemed to move in slow motion. The arc of the spinning firmament was so high, no one was sure it could possibly find oneself the bottom of the net. As the big men boxed out and groom to conflict for the repercussion, their try was in vain, as the Ball swished through the rim. The crew in the throng arena went bonkers, high-fiving and screaming, " A-J ! A-J ! A-J !... "

Celebrating with the early gorgeous cheerleaders, Roxy saw Michael Elkington, a bounteous 6'6 " local business administrator and season just the ticket bearer, headed her way.

" Hey mike ! We won ! So predictable, right ? " she giddily gushed.

" Yeah, happens every time, " he replied.

Michael and Roxy had previously seen each early at Avs special events for season ticket holders, part of the team's marketing effort. Still single at 48, mike really liked Roxy's style. At half his age, she stood 5'10 " without heels, had lean breaking ball in all the right places and sported washboard abs. While her bust line was certainly attractive with passable cleavage created by her natural 36Ds, Roxy's ass was her most admire body part. Rarely would a man, or cleaning lady for that matter, not give her derri & egrave ; re a instant or thirdly smell. She possessed the kind of gross heart-shaped loot some fair sex pay tens of thousands to incur.

" Say, um, Roxy, um, I was, um, wondering if, um, you were available for, um, dinner tonight or sometime this week ? "

Michael didn't know exactly why he was nervous, after all he dealt with composite business sector and multitude situations everyday, and he certainly had asked out mess of beautiful char. Perhaps he remembered all the fan and ballers he'd seen Roxy muff off, and thought he'd get rejected as well. Although he was a bit intimidated by Roxy's apparent beau ideal, Michael felt the risk of failure was worth it. Since for the first time laying eyes on Roxy, he'd developed somewhat of a grade schooling crush on her. Actually, the true be told, he had a very adult level lustfulness for her chassis, particularly her phat ass.

Little did Michael know, Roxy had experienced a long twine of bad relationships and dates with guys who simply couldn't connect with her. Something Wyrd inside her head caused her to literally lose sexual self control when it came to certain type of men. A highly intelligent woman, she had big dreams of working as a fitness model and eventually becoming an actress. Cheerleading was simply a stepping stone.

Michael was unaware Roxy had been checking him out at past effect, noticing his good looks, flair for manner and love of sport. She knew he was a successful business owner, since he used an sports stadium skybox to harbor clients. But, most importantly, she liked Michael's calm demeanor and intelligence.

So, in response to Michael's request she said, " Wow microphone, that's mighty nice of you. Tonight isn't good for me... "

Anticipating the virtual slap in the facial expression Michael interrupted, " No, no, I don't know what I was thinking. It's OK. "

Similar to Roxy's position, Michael hadn't managed to find the right long terminal figure partner. He came close to getting marry twice, but the married couple plans fizzled just before the nuptials. Not wanting to strike out a third base time, he was very picky and cautious. Both of his previous fianc & eacute ; es had fucked him over real secure, each screwing one his closest acquaintance, and mistaking his forgivingness for weakness.

But Roxy was determined not to neglect a opportunity to go out with Michael. She was selective as well, having been screwed literally and figuratively more times than she really wanted to admit. But she perceived a certain good-heartedness about Mike. He had honest heart, and was quite the valet. She figured this might be a once in a lifetime hazard to settle down down with a mature established guy. She thought his jitteriness was kinda cute.

" What I was about to say Mike is I'd love to cling out with you tomorrow. It'll give way me a prospect to get out of this sweaty outfit and clean up a bit, if you know what I mean. "

Michael was so relieve he wanted to do a felicitous dancing, but managed to roleplay it coolheaded. " Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I could use a slight cleaning up myself. "

Both, smiling ear to ear, agreed to assemble at his dinner party club the adjacent day at 7pm. Suddenly, to Michael's surprise, Roxy leaned in and gave him a fall kiss on the face, whispering, " You sure you're ready for me big man ? " After a very naughty shared stare, and a flirty lip lick by Roxy, the two separated sensing something wizard was about to happen.

ineffective to take his eyes off Roxy's fine ass as she sauntered away, Mike tried to imagine what it would be like to fuck such a physically fit, statuesque char. Would she be a total junky or just a so-so devotee ? Would she take his natural endowment deep and swallow every live on fall of his semen ? He wondered if she could direct an ass pounding, satisfying his penchant for anal annihilation. His sex life recently had been a bit anemic and he was set to throw away down multiple multiplication a day. He hoped she wasn't one of those once-a-week type chicks. Mike knew he'd soon discover whether Roxy was a hit or a young woman.

Roxy and Michael both arrived 15 minutes early for their dinner particular date, bumping into each other at the footing trading floor entrance to the lift for the 40th floor social club and eating place. " I see you're an early raspberry, " Michael said laughing. " wellspring, I was really looking forward to seeing you, " Roxy purred.

Michael immediately sensed Roxy was gear up to pick up where she left off after the basketball game with that surprise peck on his buttock and small flirtations. His eyes scanned her from brain to toe, noticing her farsighted curly whisker, neat diamond necklace, gold-coloured spaghetti-strap cocktail dress, and a plunging neckline that accentuated her braless boobage. Her firm lifelike tits swayed under her apparel with her every feminine movement, but only slightly, as if corralled by an invisible force. Unharnessed her bosom separated, creating a deep cleavage trough. They possessed an eye-pleasing pluck drop curvature, only partially hidden behind the shimmering material of Roxy's mid-thigh length dress.

Roxy's hard tit caught Michaels eye, as both of the double-eraser sized nips seemed to be desperately seeking exemption. In a flash his horny brain imagined the half inch tit-caps trapped between his lips, being lovingly licked by his tantalizing lingua tip. It was difficult for Mike to avoid getting turned on as he made a mental note of Roxy's athletically-thin waistline, nicely flared coxa, and smooth long pegleg, end-capped by twee feet and toes painted red, matching her red-soled 5-inch stilettos.

" Roxy, you look fab tonight babe. "

" Thanks microphone. You're looking mightily fine yourself handsome, " Roxy reciprocated, blushing and smiling provocatively. Her skunk were busy too, checking out Mike's shadow whiskers and the advanced fragrance of his cologne. She admired his bulging pecs, accentuated by a form-fitting shirt and sports jacket. She liked being in the society of a firm successful man, having spent so practically of time around apex male professional athletes.

Dropping her eyes to Michael's crouch, Roxy noticed a shift or pulsing of Michael's so-called parcel, causing her to receive a twitch and former polarity of wetness in her tight and deep tall girl vagina. As she looked into his eyes, those trustworthy windowpane to his soul, she felt the urge to tie in with him right then and there. She wanted and needed him.

Drawn together as if powered by magnetic force, the two locked lips, setting the feeling for an evening of electrifying sexual intimacy.
Roxy was completely unconcerned about messing up her lipstick as she opened her mouth, signaling to Michael she wanted his tongue. He hesitated at first, but when Roxy's soaking wet oral examination muscle poke through his brim, he got with the program and took the lead in orchestrating a passionate, downright filthy, cryptical french osculation.

With his third leg rebellion, Michael didn't hesitate reaching for Roxy's shapely rear end, gently caressing her suave muscular rump. Not to be outdone, she repeatedly brushed the spine of her hired man against his stiffening manhood. Channeling Mae due west she said, " Ooh Mike ! Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me ? " Laughing hysterically, with the ice now broken, the athirst soon-to-be lover stepped into the lift holding hired man.

The maitre d'welcomed Michael and Roxy to the dinner club. " goodness evening Mr. Elkington. Good evening Madame. Please observe me to your table. "

The well-appointed society was one of Michael's preferred dinner spots. His rank provided top snick service and a double-dyed atmosphere for entertaining. Roxy noticed the dark Sir Henry Joseph Wood paneling and elegant decor, especially several upscale floral arrangements. The view from the fortieth floor overlooking the city and lake was spectacular.

Shortly after Michael and Roxy were seated, Kevin Spearman, an Avs precaution, walked into the club with his pretty girlfriend Sybil. Immediately spotting Roxy, whom he'd dated and speared before ( pun intended ), he headed to her board to say hi. After intromission all around, the duad enjoyed placid dinners at break tables, but still in eyesight of each other.

Roxy was trying to focus on what Michael was sensuously rapping, but she kept looking over at Kevin and Sybil wondering what they were saying and doing. Flashbacks from the intense orgasms Kevin inflicted on Roxy's love-starved dead body just four month earlier kept popping into her headspring. Kevin was a super-aggressive, BDSM-loving sex addict, a perfect tense couple for Roxy's intimate insatiability. The flashbacks were growing more intense, somewhat like a Post traumatic stress syndrome instalment. She could only think how intensely Kevin was probably fucking Sybil every probability he got. Roxy felt a stab of jealousy and a surge of wetness, as she envisioned the cutie tied up on a mark, being whipped, clamped, and anally violated. She hoped Michael was at to the lowest degree up for giving her a good ass spanking.

Needing a break from the judgment torture of having masochistic sexual thoughts about two different men at the like fourth dimension, Roxy called a mental timeout. " Can you excuse me for a few hour Mike, I need to go to the ladies room. " Holding Roxy's president for her as she got up, Michael gave her a wad on the brow and said, " I'll be right here baby. "

Across the elbow room, Kevin had been rubbing his shaft under the white tablecloth-covered dinner table, while keeping an eye on his ex-fuckbuddy and her new friend. He observed that Michael seemed completely enthralled with the cherubim-faced cheerleader and had no clue about her dark sexual past tense.

When Kevin went over to say hello earlier in the evening, his pro athlete thoroughbred anterior naris were filled once again with the aphrodisiac combination of Roxy's intoxicating essence and the unacceptable to completely lave off gymnastic Casimir Funk from the gallons of sweat she produced while cheerleading. If that wasn't enough of a boner persuader, while greeting Roxy with a affectionate embrace, she playfully squeezed Kevin's left pap, surreptitiously slipping her right hired man under his sports jacket, as Sybil and Michael exchanged pleasantries right future to them. While part of his brain was focused on being courteous to Michael, the other half of his mind was once again fucking the bread and butter shit out of Roxy's fun prat. With a direct neuronic joining between Kevin's nipple and his dick, Roxy's playfulness unwittingly set off a chain of emotional and physical response in Kevin that would lead to a very closemouthed meeting of the sensuous sort.

After Roxy entered the ladies way, Kevin, whose heart was racing, fueled by intimate epinephrine, waited 15 seconds then excused himself from the table with his attractive particular date. He pretended to enter the men's room, then diverted to the ladies elbow room.

" ROXY ! Where the screw are you kick ? " Kevin called out to her. Kevin's exclamatory cobbler's last word " bitch ", was received by Roxy's Einstein as a familiar spirit psychological or hypnotic initiation, causing her to instantly shift into submissive mode and to follow Kevin's commands without question. During their previous clip together, he loved playing the dominant role, sometimes adding in slavery and sadism, to Roxy's submission-loving delight. She had a luxuriously tolerance for botheration. Kevin knew she was a total freak, uncoerced to do anything to please him. They once spent 48 60 minutes straight locked in his firm playing BDSM games and performing intimate gymnastics, until they were completely exhausted. She was so pliant, it seemed they fucked in a thousand different positions, including one where she locked her articulatio talocruralis behind her psyche.

" I'm right here Daddy ! What do you require Daddy ? " she automatically replied. Without a Scripture, he pushed her into a stall and said, " Don't you say a mother fucking news hoe ! " He pulled up her dress and located her panty-less, dripping wet pussy. Nearly fisting her, Kevin shoved four of his vast basketball-palming finger up her vagina. After a few thrusts, he moved his fully lubricated 5-inch index number finger from Roxy's hot box, and smoothly inserted it to the hilt through her pulsating sphincter muscle. Silently, as commanded, enjoying Kevin's deeply triple-digit vaginal and single-digit anal penetration, Roxy unzipped his pants and found the rootage of her psychological addiction, Kevin's engorged 9-inch cock. She loved Kevin's penis because it filled her up and consistently hit all the mighty post, especially her G-spot, due to its upward curve ball and large spongy head. When she became sexually active in her late teens, Roxy discovered she had a wolfish sexual appetite and, as a tall woman, she could easily shoot a really long and phat dick. Over the years she summarily dismissed uncounted wannabe lovers due to their inadequately sized mating equipment.

" nookie me dada, please get it on me ! Give me that big fucking prick ! " Roxy begged, still entranced by multiple auto-response stimulus programmed in her head. Kevin loved it when Roxy was in deep submission mode and groveled for his rooster like a sex-starved beef. If they weren't in a restaurant he would consume spewed smut at her, smacked her brass and whipped her ass, all juicy delicacy from Roxy's perspective. In fully bid of the import, Kevin answered, " Naw you big stank-ass bitch, got no fourth dimension to displume your nasty-ass pussy up right now. take in this putz ! And bitch, you'd better make me cum in 10 strokes or I'm gon na fucking go berserk on yo'ass ! " Roxy adored the dirty dominant allele talking. It sounded like medicine to her capitulum, truly a carnal symphony of aural pleasure.

Stepping up to the challenge, with no sentiment of Michael waiting back at the table, Roxy slowly vacuumed Kevin's massive cock into her lip, rolling her hot moist lingua over the highly contoured airfoil of his public course sperm delivery electronic organ. Even after just one stroking from his fellatio-loving domination playmate, Kevin felt the first of all muscular contraction under his nut sack. Turns out two strokes is all that would be needed for Kevin to pop, as Roxy slid Kevin's engorged meatus past her vocalisation box and halfway down her throat. A few mini-strokes in that hilted side and Kevin's protein-enriched goo was on its way to her digestive caterpillar tread. Like a champion, Roxy reverse-snaked Kevin's shrinking sex rifle from her side and re-holstered it in his pants. Having played this game many times, the two giggled with delectation and shared a brief wet candy kiss. They agreed to clock time their exits from the ladies room with Roxy leaving first, after she took a minute to freshen up her lipstick and straighten her clothing.

" I was starting to concern about you pretty madam, " Michael shared when Roxy returned to their dinner table, oblivious to her impromptu fingering and bollocks up job in the ladies room. " Oh, I'm fine, no trouble. Thank you, " Roxy replied, beginning to experience the pleasure-pain of the micro-tears Kevin's muscular finger inflicted in her kitty-cat and asshole. She was happy she satisfied Kevin in two quick deep-throat slash to ward off being hoarse. " microphone, can we get out of here, I want to hand you some dessert. " Still a bit charged up from their earlier DFK, Michael began to anticipate bedding Roxy that night.

Michael knew Roxy was hot, but had no mind about her hellacious burning at the stake desires. He didn't know Roxy was clinically diagnosed as a sex addict. He was also incognizant her primary motivation for choosing the Pro basketball cheerleading itinerary to a career in fitness modeling and acting was admission to some of the handsome cocks on the major planet. Her abstract thought that pro hoops role player collectively were likely in the 99th percentile for penis size, proved absolutely even up. She had become accustomed to total vaginal end by unlike players, multiple times a hebdomad, but was beginning to want a more emotional connectedness. This was a key cause she agreed to a date with Michael. He seemed like the character of guy who could be a keeper and monogamous buff. Feeling very sword lily her rife former play pal Kevin hadn't demanded sexual intercourse in the ladies room, potentially creating a two-man mix of spermatozoon soup in her reproductive system, Roxy too was looking forward to sharing a bed with Michael that Night.

As they sat in his family way drinking Champagne, both Michael and Roxy wanted the final hours of their starting time date to be super-special, and hopefully the source of a long-term relationship.

" Do you like massages ? " he asked her, knowing his question was like asking a infant if it liked milk. " Of course, silly ! Why ? You gon na fall in me one ? " Seeing her eagerness, Michael replied, " Sure, I even have a professional massage table. " The lustbirds kissed, then Michael gave Roxy a robe and showed her where to undress.

Roxy didn't have much to lead off, given her braless cocktail attire and, as Kevin discovered earlier, no pantie. Her kitty-cat, still dampish and reddened from her submission encounter, was ready for an epic poem fucking.

Michael was ready as well, removing all his clothes and revealing his stallion-like equipment, a left-curving 10-incher he hoped would come close to filling Roxy's deep vaginal crevasse. Gasping at the slew of Michael's substantive endowment, Roxy gushed hinting at her masochistic propensity, " I hope you hurt me really good with that matter ! It's so big ! " Laughing and stroking his slew cock, Michael assured Roxy he was patrician and that she would have a good meter.

As Roxy began removing the borrowed robe, she consciously took it off very slowly, demonstrating strip mastery. While slipping the gown off each shoulder showing more of her flawless caramel skin, she looked Michael in the eye and lickied her red mouth. Beginning to drip lady cum, Roxy thought about skipping the massage and just jumping on his pleasant-tasting looking cock. But she continued the show by letting the robe haltingly go down to the floor revealing her large perfect breasts and her bare kitty back talk. " Well, what do you think handsome, " pirouetting for Michael.

Michael's centre widened, and his manhood twitched leaking drops of pre-cum, upon seeing Roxy fully naked before him. Michael told her, " You're sooo fucking gorgeous, and after this massage, I'm gon na fuck you real good ! " She loved his sureness.

As Roxy climbed on the massage mesa, she pressed her firm tits against the towel covered surface and settled her wide hips with her legs parted just enough for Michael to see her moist, inviting outer labia. Her abundant twat meat was the kind you could pull up into a big heart shape or suck mysterious. Michael couldn't wait to toy with her pussy.

Sensuously pouring warm oil in the muscular hollow of Roxy's back, Michael began the massage with gentle rubs spreading the oil on her articulatio humeri and upper arms. He could feel the underlying rippling sinew of her athletic upper body. Working his way down her binding, he sensed the hour glass drop to her 23-inch waist and flare out to 38-inch hips. As Michael was about to press his greased hands all over her mini-mountain glute maximus, he paused to memorialize that very moment, the second gear in time he fell in love with Roxy.

His Natalie Wood fully hardened, Michael's first rubs of Roxy's ass included digit cutpurse between her generous pussy folds. " Hmmm, baby that feels sooo undecomposed, " Roxy moaned. Teasingly he glided his fingertips along her ultra sensitive inner thigh, and licked her tranquil skin just behind her knees. " Ooh ! That tickles, " she chirped.

Michael used his magnanimous secure hands to knead Roxy's long bulging calf brawn and sexy metrical foot. In late years he'd acquired a growing infantry hoodoo, so he was delighted to begin sucking Roxy's red paint toes. " Damn microphone, that's hot ! go along up all this teasing and you're gon na urinate me cum "

rolling her over, he oiled her firm pinhead, repeatedly squeezing her one-half column inch pap, which were backstopped by slightly lighter brown three inch diameter aureolas. Roxy moaned, " Ooh shit, you're so ripe at this, " when Michael's tongue twirled around each hard nip. His tongue next found her navel and then her bejeweled clit cowl. Pushing the cowling back to reveal her flame red clitoris resembling a mini-dick, Michael sucked her beloved push button with relish. Her clit was so boastfully Michael suspected Roxy had dabbled in steroids at some point in time in her cheerleading career. By now her pussy was streaming love juice down her butt chap and onto the massage table, a current of purulent nectar he couldn't resist. Lapping the sweetness flow, Michael stroked his circumcised Excalibur-like peter, testing its hardness and readiness for struggle.

" Please put your branch behind your head baby and shut up your ankles, " Michael politely requested.

Out of nowhere, Roxy grabbed Michael by the balls, then hauled back and bitch-slapped him. " WHAT THE FUCK ! I need a damn Daddy, not a pussy-boy ! " Roxy exclaimed. " If you want something, take it ; and stop being so fucking squeamish about it. I can't stand that whimpy-ass shit ! " mike was completely taken by surprise, but was More than felicitous to show up his sexual dark English too.

Roxy had no musical theme who she was fucking with. Seizing dominance back from Roxy, he returned the bitch-slap and upped the ante by flipping her over and spanking her ass so hard he left script prints.

sapidity ! hell dust ! SMACK !

A devilish grin appeared on Roxy's cheek, thrilled to see Michael shifting into dominant way. She wanted him in flush of her body. " Oh, so you like it rough, huh ? OK, get on your binding, BITCH, and lock your nooky ankles behind your head. "

SMACK !

Michael didn't realize it, but he'd stumbled upon Roxy's intimate hypnotic initiation word. Roxy instantly complied, and once in the position she demanded, " Fuck me Big Daddy ! ass me tangible good ! " She had just gotten the ass spanking she envisioned earlier, and now was looking for More domination.

Michael climbed on the massage table and fucked the diddly-shit out of Roxy. His pecker fit her snatch like a glove. So a lot so, she had more orgasms than ever before. Having just slightly over 10 in to work with, Michael did an splendid job of listening to Roxy's body, using variety in rhythm and depth of penetration to aim her crazy. It was the outdo sex she'd ever had. She simply couldn't get enough of him. They fucked throughout the night and half the next day, trying every imaginable position. She loved the gustatory modality of Michael's cum, whether getting it directly in her sass or slurping up cum shots to her body or face.

Roxy also discovered a actual love for anal sex, because Michael knew how to prepare her SOB and how to carefully penetrate her. She adored waking up in the morning spooning with Michael, and feeling him shoot a load in her ass or pussy, and sometimes both. A confess sex junky, Roxy was surprised how very much she learned from him. Michael's earlier interrogation about Roxy's libido were put to breathe. She was ready to fuck anytime, anywhere, and they did just that.

Over a period of six month their relationship grew steadily. They became monogamous, a very challenge for Roxy, and saw each other nearly daily. One nighttime, lying in bed Roxy confessed, " I love you so a lot mike. I want you to be my Big dad forever ! " Sweetly he replied, " I love you too babe. We've really grown together over the preceding several month. You are da bomb ! Yeah I'll be your Big pappa always, gripe ! " They both laughed, having long ago become consciously aware of Roxy's domination-play trigger word.

Owners of the Akron incarnation franchise had done an first-class job in the area of community affairs, involving instrumentalist, coaches, fans, cheerleaders and early staff in a wide-eyed variety of effect. At a blowout dinner party fundraiser for a local anaesthetic after school programme, Roxy and Michael enjoyed mingling with attendees connected to the team and chatting with people from across the Greater Cleveland metropolitan country. Roxy, looking sexy than ever at the black-tie event, was dressed-to-kill in a lightlessness spangled gown with a front neckline that plunged below her navel. The vertebral column of the dress was also open down to just above her hindquarters crack. She was wearing jewelry Michael had given her, a ball field encrusted choker with matching earrings and bracelet. Her firm breasts didn't require any accompaniment, but her expectant aureolas were occasionally seen peeking from beneath her surgical gown. These nip slips caught Michael's care, along with nearly every early male person in the ballroom, including Kevin.

" Roxy. Michael. Great to see you ! " Kevin said, greeting them with hugs. " Yeah, dainty to see you too Kevin. Congrats on your awesome season. You're holding it down bro ! " Michael replied.

" Good to see you Kevin, " Roxy half-heartedly offered, snuggling against Michael's muscular arm trying hard not to institutionalise any sexual signals to Kevin. She even adjusted her garb, trying, unsuccessfully, to shroud her cleavage while chatting with Kevin. Her attempt to cover her plus were sleeveless, given that every inch of her dead body was ingrained in Kevin's retentivity. He knew her curvy body like the back of his hand. He had counted the 37 micro-nips on her aureolas and make love she had two little moles, one on each vaginally lip.

Beginning to plot a dominant-submissive quick fix, Kevin said, " Hope you lovebirds have a great time ! " Then looking directly at Roxy, with a lusty stare she'd seen many times before, Kevin said, " See you later, Bi-um Roxy ! " Those words were tortuous for Roxy because her sexual addiction was propelling her towards another skirmish with Kevin, while her love for her new Big pappa, Michael, was driving her to remain faithful. Roxy wasn't afraid of Kevin, but she feared not having any control over her actions if he cornered her and started supremacy play. She wanted to confide in Michael, but couldn't be sure how he'd react. She was so torn emotionally, she wanted to curl up up in a fetal position and just cry. " What's the topic babe ? " Michael asked. " Oh, nada honey. I was just having a moment. I'll be fine, " Roxy wishfully replied.

The gala upshot was held at the Winthrop house, a 30-room home overlooking Lake Erie with 10 sleeping room, 8 privy and a labyrinth of other space. As the after-dinner party was starting, Roxy excused herself to the gentlewoman room to freshen up. Down the hall she passed an astonish library filled with the worldly concern's substantially literature. With a glowing fervor casting dancing shadows on the books and walls, she sat on a couch to take a legal brief gap from the party crowd. Seconds later she heard the doorway of the library closing curtain, and heard strong footsteps walking towards her. Hoping it was Michael, she quickly turned and saw it was Kevin. Her gist skipped a rhythm and started racing, as adrenaline flooded her blood current.

" I've had my eye on you all night, cunt ! " Kevin pronounced. In her intellect Roxy responded, " No Kevin ! Michael is my man now ! " But, what actually proceeded from her mouth was, " Hi Big Daddy ! What do you desire ? " The region of herself loyal to Michael was lost in stopping the dominant-submissive sitting about to start out.

" I want all of you this prison term BITCH ! " Kevin announced. Roxy immediately pulled the shoulder straps down on her wearing apparel and let the intriguer nightie tumble to the floor. Completely nude she tore off Kevin's tux and pulled him down on the zebra blot out rug in front of the flitter open fireplace. Mounting him in a 69 position, she swallowed his recollective fat cock, squeezing it with her brim, mouth and throat. Kevin tongue-fucked his playfellow, slurping every drib of her honey flow. With the service of the flak light, he found her tremendous clit and pulsate it with his clapper, causing Roxy to moan, " I want your shaft in me daddy ! "

Turning around, Roxy sat on Kevin's cock and rode him like a professional rodeo competitor. She was particularly rough on him, nearly breaking his rod with the thunderous slams of her wide hips and phat ass. Pinned to the animal skin, Kevin was gasping for air as he felt cum cramp beginning. " Cum in my pussy Daddy ! filling me with your cum. Give it to me now mother fucker ! "

Thrown over the edge by Roxy's Book, Kevin shot his load deep in her kitty. As usual, Kevin's dick repeatedly smacked her G-spot and gave her an vivid orgasm. " I'm cumming too baby ! I'm CUUUUMMMIIING ! Arrgghh ! " Turning again to a 69 position, Roxy let their combined love life juices drip into Kevin's mouth, while she licked his cock clean.

Snapping out of her submissive trance after cumming, tears welled in Roxy's eyes as she thought about Michael, knowing she disappointed herself and broke her committedness to him. As Roxy and Kevin were getting dressed, they heard a rustle in a black turning point of the library. It was Michael. In the heat of their passion, the playmate didn't hear Michael quietly slip into the room. He had been watching the pair since they went down on the sensual rug. He had a ringside rear at their fuck-a-roma.

" I hope you had a dependable time Roxy. We're DONE ! " As he closed the threshold, Roxy cried out, " Michael, I'm sorry ! Please don't leave me ! "

She melted in a jalopy balling her middle out, completely distraught over her lack of will power. Looking up she saw Kevin standing future to her laughing. With manipulate empathy, Kevin offered to help ease her pain with another troll, " want some more of this big dick gripe ? " When the induction word hit her mental capacity, she had no chemical reaction. It was as though she was finally rid from submissive hell. Roxy scowled at him and screamed, " roll in the hay YOU Kevin ! I'm not your fucking plaything anymore ! Don't ever come near me again ! " Running from the library and mansion she was determined to save her man.

Stumbling to Michael's straw man door as she exited the Uber car, Roxy rang the doorbell. No answer. She rang it again. Pounding on the door, she screamed his gens, " MICHAEL ! MICHAEL ! MICHAEL ! " Not wanting to waken the neighbor at 4am, Michael finally answered the door, " What do you require Roxy ? "

She begged, " Michael, I'm so no-count ! Please let me come in ! " Letting her inside he told her, " shuffling it quick. " Reaching for him and clinging to his body, she tried to explicate her past kinship with Kevin and the domination game they played. She told Michael about her dependence and how the expectant sex with him had helped her be satisfied by him alone. Weakening, Michael said, " I don't know Roxy. I need fourth dimension to think. "

Sensing a crack in Michael's armour, Roxy kissed him full forcefulness. She squeezed his teat as hard as she could, then reached for his growing tool. Feverishly, Roxy sucked his rod like her life sentence depended on it. All she could think about was making up for her sexual transgression. She desperately wanted Michael to hold on loving her. She needed him in her living more than he could possibly imagine. Touched by her heat, Michael grabbed her head and labor his shaft down her throat to the hilt. In nuisance and unable to breathe her mind was prepared for reprogramming.

" Roxy, you are MY cleaning woman ! Got that ? MY WOMAN ! MY fair sex ! " A new melody was now playing in Roxy's straits. The dear of her sprightliness had forgiven her and said she was his charwoman. With Michael's hammer still shoved as far as it could go down her throat, she weeped tears of joy.

Releasing her and allowing her to pass off, Michael now took the lead to let his making love screw how a good deal he cared for her, and that nothing would come between them.

" I love you Roxy ! You are MY fair sex ! " With these magical, deeply sensual, new induction Word of God, Michael laid Roxy on the low temperature anteroom floor and plunged his peter into her athletic love box, scraping her heaving clit with every diagonal. Biting her long nipples, he screamed, " MY woman ! Got that ? MY WOMAN "

Speeding up his musical rhythm, he felt Roxy pushing him off as she reached orgasm and squirted a powerful watercourse of piss six groundwork in the air. " I'm yours Big papa ! I'm only yours Big Daddy. "

His heart fully melted, and his fan fully forgiven, Kevin carried Roxy into his living way and fucked her doggy manner on the carpeted flooring. Her big tits dangling and jerking with every jabbing, Michael gave Roxy a pussy pounding she'd never draw a blank. He wanted her to have it off how much he cared for her.

Spitting on her rosebud, Kevin eased out of Roxy's sore dripping pussy and gently pressed his tool head up her ass. Without a flinch, despite some painful sensation, she said, " take on this ass Big dada ! Fuck my ass ! " Michael stroked her ass like he'd never done before, laying phat pipe like an experienced anal plumber. Her tooshie hole seemed to just open up and he was able, for the firstly time ever, to infix every inch of his 10-inch peter in a woman's ass.

" Oooh shit, bang my ass Big Daddy ! Fuck me ! ! " Sensing they were about to cum, Michael pulled his prick nearly out of her anal orifice then slammed it dwelling house again, and again, until Roxy screamed, " Ahhh ! I'm CUMMMIING ! Don't stop ! Don't you dare fucking stop BIG pop ! Cum in my ass ! Please cum in my ass ! "

Watching the full-of-the-moon length of his manhood enter and release Roxy's asshole had Michael quick to dash his seed all over her. " I'm cumming too ! Arrgghh ! ! " Cumming together the reconciled couple bucked and shuttered before Michael pulled out and splattered pervert ropes of jizz across Roxy's face. She scraped all the cum into her mouth, then sucked the final drops out of his shrinking cock.

Collapsed in a tangled mess, Roxy and Michael kissed sweetly and reassured each other. They had managed to survive a significant relationship challenge, and were stronger for it. Looking her in the middle, Michael told Roxy, " I love you Roxy ! You are MY WOMAN !

THE END