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This is a love story. It’s about two people who, for a brief moment in time, fell in love with each other. This is not a happy story. Yes, there are moments of happiness, but not a happy ending. It is not just a love story, it’s my story.
March 2006 was quite possibly the roughest month in my life. On March 7 my mother finally ended her brave battle with cancer. On March 17, her ninety-eight year old mother ended her own life after not being able to come to terms that she'd outlived her three children. And, finally, on March 30 my girlfriend ended our relationship.
You could say I was devastated about the loss of my mom and grandma, not so much my girlfriend. Truth be spoken, the relationship wasn’t real. She was a beard of sorts. My true passion was having sex with escorts. I’d been that way since I was eighteen. Since I really couldn’t take escorts to family or work functions, I needed a girlfriend. That’s where Betsy came in.
She was pretty, and well educated. She was the kind of girl every mother would want her son to end up with. I know mine did. She wanted nothing more than the two of us to get married and start having babies. Betsy wanted that too.
For me it was just an act. I had no intention of marrying her. But, at the end of March, after she thought I’d spent enough time mourning, Betsy brought up that I should start thinking about selling the family house and getting another place with her. My refusal to the suggestion led to a huge fight with her basically saying that, if this relationship wasn’t going to progress any farther, there was no point in it continuing.
She packed up the few things she had at my house, walked out the front door and out of my life. For the first time since 2002, when I moved back into the family house, I was alone, and more importantly I was free. To celebrate my freedom I was going to do my most favorite thing in the world: see an escort.
On April 3, I logged onto Scorps (a now long defunct Detroit escort board) to read reviews and check availability of the girls. Due to my mom taking a turn for the worse and having to help take care of my grandmother, I hadn’t seen a girl since January, and I desperately needed to fuck. Yes my girlfriend and I had sex, but it was boring sex. Her favorite position was missionary and she would lie there without making a sound, except for a giggle whenever she had an orgasm, which wasn’t very often.
I was on Scorps looking at the various girls’ availability, and getting caught up on board gossip. A lot had happened since the last time I logged on, especially with Julie, my regular girl. Looked like she stole a client’s credit card and went on a little shopping spree. He didn’t want to press charges; he just wanted her to pay him the twelve hundred dollars she spent. Of course, she said he gave her the card. After reading the long and seemingly never ending thread discussing Julie’s character, I decided to avoid her drama altogether and see someone new.
On that particular Monday there weren’t very many quality, highly-rated girls available. Kitra, a hot blonde was only doing outcall. At that point in time I was weary about having working girls visit my place. Didi, a BBW, was doing incall, but I wasn’t interested in her. Then there was Angel Sweet, a hot nineteen-year-old who’d been on the scene since November of the previous year. She had long curly blonde hair, stood five foot four, weighed ninety-eight pounds, had a 34A-25-32 figure, and the cutest smile. Best of all, her ad said she her incall in the I-275 corridor. That was close enough for me.
So I sent her a message to see if she had any availability. An hour later I got a response. She said she was free around two, and before she’d tell me the exact location I needed to provide some references. I promptly sent her a link to my plethora of reviews on the site, all of which were verified by the individual girls.
Minutes later she messaged back saying she needed to contact a few of the girls, and if everything checked out she’d be happy to see me.
While I waited for her to verify me I studied her profile and gallery. While each picture was more stunning than the last, it was her description that got me excited. She talked about her love of books. Her favorites included classic literature and horror. She mentioned that she was dying to read “House of Leaves.” She also mentioned her pursuit for the best sushi in the metro area, and her love of independent cinema.
She didn’t seem like the typical escort. Their profiles were full of statements of how they wanted to pamper you, and make you feel like a man. Angel made hers feel like she wanted to be your friend. Most of the other girls’ profiles constantly reminded you that this was a business arrangement, and nothing more. That’s why I found hers refreshing.
Within the hour she again messaged me and said I checked out, and couldn’t wait to meet me. She asked if two worked. After I said yes, our appointment was set.
Since I had a few hours to kill. The first thing I did was call the Borders Books and Music on 14-mile road to see if they had a copy of “House of Leaves.” Once the sales clerk said they did I asked them to hold it for me. After that I went to my closet to pick out what I was going to wear to my appointment. Normally, I didn’t care what I wore, but for Angel I wanted it to look nice. So I picked out a pair of slacks, a button down shirt and sport coat and lay them on the bed.
I then adjourned to my office, powered up my iMac, once again opened Angel’s profile, and stared at her pictures as I started my pre-appointment ritual of stroking my cock. I must’ve been hornier than I thought since cum shot out of my junk after only a few strokes. That’s when the guilt started to set in.
Yes, I loved seeing escorts. Yes, I loved paying women to touch my penis. I got off on that. But every time I jerked off before going to an appointment, I always felt this twinge of guilt. Not for the act itself, but for what might happen to my life if I got arrested. It could very well ruin it. Thankfully that feeling only lasts for a few seconds and is quickly obscured by the thought that in a couple of hours I’ll be getting laid.
After showering, and getting dressed I finally headed out. My first stop was Borders where I had them gift wrap the copy of “House of Leaves." I then hopped in my car and started driving toward the I-275 corridor.
In Detroit you could find escorts/hookers at pretty much any hotel/motel. The higher end ones congregated in Novi or Troy. The mid ranged ones tended to get hotels in Farmington Hills, and in the I-275 corridor, which went from 8 Mile to 6 mile. The lower end ones used hotels in Southfield close to where 696 and Lodge intersected or the 696/I-75 corridor in Madison Heights. When a girl had incall in those locations I tended to avoid it. Why? Because there’s the potential for a little drama and trouble.
After leaving Borders I had at least forty-five minutes before the appointment was scheduled to start. I always hated getting to the location early. I felt uneasy sitting in the parking lot. If the hotel had a bar that wouldn’t be a problem, I’d just go in and have a drink. However the majority of the hotels in 275 corridor don’t have bars. So, to make sure that I got there closer to the start of our session I took the surface streets.
I was hoping that mid-day traffic was going to be bumper to bumper. It wasn’t. Twenty-five minutes later I was in the Meijer’s parking lot at 8 Mile and Haggerty listening to my radio while staring at the clock. Part of me wanted to call her to see if she was ready, but I didn’t want to appear impatient even though I was.
I waited until the clock hit five minutes before our scheduled rendezvous to call her. Within three rings she picked up and said, “Hello.”
“Hey Angel,” I replied, “this is Howard and I’m at the exit.”
“Cool,” she said. “I’m at the hotel behind the Best Buy. Room 205.”
“Two-o-five,” I repeated. “I’ll see you in a few.”
“I can’t wait,” she said.
I then drove the two-minutes to the hotel, parked and walked toward the lobby. Before going inside I pulled out my cellphone and pretended to be talking to someone. I always felt uneasy going into the hotels. I got the feeling that the front desk clerks somehow knew that I wasn’t a guest and that I was there for unscrupulous reasons. For some reason I thought if I walked in pretending to talk on my phone it appeared that I was a guest in town for business. I don’t know if that worked or even if they cared why I was there, but it gave me sense of security.
I clutched her gift as I walked down the hallway. Butterflies filled my stomach as I got closer to her room. When I eventually got to it, I nervously stood in front of the door. After lightly knocking I heard movement on the other side, like the sound of feet quickly walking across the floor. I could feel her eyes gazing at me through the peephole. And I heard the sound of the doorknob turning right before she slowly opened the door.
Angel hid behind the door after opening it. When I entered the room she quickly closed it. That’s when I saw her. She was wearing a flower sundress, and she looked even more beautiful than her pictures. She greeted me with a gigantic hug as she squealed, “It’s so nice to meet you.”
“You too,” I said as my hands reached down and grabbed her ass.
“Frisky,” she said laughing. “Is that a gift for me or are you just happy to see me?"
“Both,” I replied and handed her the present.
“You shouldn’t have,” she said.
“It’s my pleasure,” I said as she grabbed my hand and walked me toward the beds.
She sat down on one bed, and started to unwrap the gift. By the time I sat on the bed across from her all the wrapping paper was on the floor and she was gleefully smiling as she held her copy of “House of Leaves.”
“Oh my God, thank you,” she said. “How did you know I wanted to read this?”
“You mentioned it on your profile,” I replied as she got off her bed to put the book in her bag.
“You actually read that?” she asked as she walked over to the bed I was sitting on and joined me.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Most of the guys I see have never read that,” she said as she put her head on my left shoulder.
“That’s too bad,” I replied as I put my arm around her. “Then they have no idea that your favorite TV show is '24', that your favorite band is The Rolling Stones, and you love Sushi.”
“You could totally write my autobiography,” she said with a giggle.
“I bet it would be a hot read,” I said.
She let out a cute laugh, before giving me a nice, yet sloppy kiss. After our lips unlocked she asked, “Do you have something else for me?”
I reached into my left pocket, pulled out my wallet, took out three crisp one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. After the money hit her hand she once again got up from the bed, walked over to her bag and placed it inside. Then, within seconds of zipping it up, she rejoined me and put her lips on mine.
As our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths we fell onto the bed. I felt like a teenager making out for the first time. As we continued kissing she grabbed my right hand and guided it up her dress. I pushed her panties to one side and started rubbing her wet pussy. I started by flicking her clit. Every time my finger touched it she moaned and giggled. As the speed of each flick increased so did the volume of her moans.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My lips unlocked from hers as I removed my hand from her cunt. I then had her sit up and raise her hands so I could remove her dress. Seconds later I was staring at her flawless body. The nipples on her small, yet beautiful 34A breasts were standing at attention. She then got off the bed and stood in front of me as she lowered her panties. She stuck her ass in my face as she bent down. I then inserted two fingers into her, one in her pussy and the other in her asshole.
She started moaning loudly as I moved them in and out of her in unison.
“Faster,” she cried.
To please the young lady I increased the tempo of my fingers. The faster I went she got louder and wetter. Within a few short minutes she screamed, “I’m cumming.”
She then plopped back onto the bed. I spread her legs and placed myself between them. I lowered my head and buried it into her bald beaver. My tongue went right for her swollen clit at the same time I inserted two fingers into her wet box.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned as the tempo of my licks and fingers increased.
She then placed her hands on my head and held me firmly against her pussy. I actually thought I was going to suffocate. If those were indeed going to be my last moments on Earth I was going to make the most of them. I increased my tongue lapping and fingering speeds to warp factor nine. She started squirming with delight and let out a loud moan.
“Mmm,” she said after freeing my head from between her legs. “My turn.”
I eagerly jumped off the bed, removed my clothes, folded them and put them on the dresser. I then turned and faced her, revealing my hard, thick seven-inch cock. I quickly walked toward the bed and jumped onto it. She got on her knees and started stroking my junk.
“You have a beautiful penis,” she said right before tickling its tip with her tongue.
“Suck it,” I said.
She looked up and smiled before wrapping her hands around it. She then lifted it up, licked my balls and moved her mouth around every inch of my rock hard piece of manhood. I was in heaven. Her mouth felt so good on my cock. Part of me wanted to blow my load right into it, the other part of me desperately wanted to fuck her. So I slid my dick out of her mouth and said, “ You ready for the main event?”
“Yessss,” she replied.
I got on my back and started stroking my cock as she got off the bed and ran to her bag. Seconds later she jumped back onto it. She then ripped open the condom package. She once again put her mouth on my love gun and eagerly sucked it for a minute before covering it with the rubber.
She then stood above me and slowly lowered onto my penis. Once I entered her she let out a moan before bending to give me a big sloppy kiss.
I just laid there taking in her beauty as she bounced up and down. With each bounce her moans got louder. I then clasped my hands onto ass, and every time she bounced up I gave her cheeks a little slap.
I started thrusting faster and faster. As the tempo of the thrusts increased she started biting her lip. She then stuck her nails deep into my chest as she screamed, “Don’t stop.”
So I started thrusting as fast as I could. And since I wasn’t the most physically fit guy it was making me quite winded. I continued pounding her until her body started quivering and she let out a cute little giggle as she came.
She then leaned in to give me another sloppy kiss as she said, “Let’s change positions.”
Angel slid off my cock and got on all fours. I got myself into position, inserted my cock and resumed fucking her.
“Faster,” she demanded.
I tried my best to do as she asked, but I was getting tired. I guess she could sense that because she asked, “Do you want to try another position?”
“Yes,” I said, sweat dripping down my face.
Immediately, she got on her back and spread her legs. I got between them and guided my penis directly into her vagina. Upon entering she started moaning and I got the feeling I dreaded getting since we started playing, I could feel that my cock was ready to erupt.
I tried to think of anything that would delay that eruption. Baseball, all the paperwork I needed to catch up on, politics, but none of them could prevent my body from doing its thing. I then let out a grunt as my cock unleashed a heavy stream of cum into the condom.
“You were great,” she said as I slid my now flaccid penis out of her.
She sat up and slowly removed the condom. She stuck out her tongue and poured my load straight into her mouth. “Delicious,” she said with a smile.
“Hot,” I replied.
Angel got off the bed as she said, “I’m going to get you a hot wash cloth.”
Seconds later she reappeared; jumped back onto the bed and cleaned my penis with the hot towel as she asked, “Did you have fun?”
“Yes,” I replied. “You are so beautiful.”
She smiled, as she looked right into my eyes. She then leaned in and started kissing me. Her hands slowly removed the towel from my penis and proceeded to jerk it. I felt it grow as the speed of her strokes increased.
Angel’s attention moved from my lips down to my cock. She grabbed my balls and started tickling them as her mouth engulfed my shaft. After a few minutes I grabbed the back of her head and moved it up and down my junk at a frantic pace.
As she looked up I guess she could tell I was getting ready to cum. She removed her mouth from my dick, got off the bed, jumped to the floor and got on her knees. I then joined her on the ground where I stood above her stroking my cock. She pointed at herTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
March 2006 was quite possibly the roughest month in my life. On March 7 my mother finally ended her brave battle with cancer. On March 17, her ninety-eight year old mother ended her own life after not being able to come to terms that she'd outlived her three children. And, finally, on March 30 my girlfriend ended our relationship.
You could say I was devastated about the loss of my mom and grandma, not so much my girlfriend. Truth be spoken, the relationship wasn’t real. She was a beard of sorts. My true passion was having sex with escorts. I’d been that way since I was eighteen. Since I really couldn’t take escorts to family or work functions, I needed a girlfriend. That’s where Betsy came in.
She was pretty, and well educated. She was the kind of girl every mother would want her son to end up with. I know mine did. She wanted nothing more than the two of us to get married and start having babies. Betsy wanted that too.
For me it was just an act. I had no intention of marrying her. But, at the end of March, after she thought I’d spent enough time mourning, Betsy brought up that I should start thinking about selling the family house and getting another place with her. My refusal to the suggestion led to a huge fight with her basically saying that, if this relationship wasn’t going to progress any farther, there was no point in it continuing.
She packed up the few things she had at my house, walked out the front door and out of my life. For the first time since 2002, when I moved back into the family house, I was alone, and more importantly I was free. To celebrate my freedom I was going to do my most favorite thing in the world: see an escort.
On April 3, I logged onto Scorps (a now long defunct Detroit escort board) to read reviews and check availability of the girls. Due to my mom taking a turn for the worse and having to help take care of my grandmother, I hadn’t seen a girl since January, and I desperately needed to fuck. Yes my girlfriend and I had sex, but it was boring sex. Her favorite position was missionary and she would lie there without making a sound, except for a giggle whenever she had an orgasm, which wasn’t very often.
I was on Scorps looking at the various girls’ availability, and getting caught up on board gossip. A lot had happened since the last time I logged on, especially with Julie, my regular girl. Looked like she stole a client’s credit card and went on a little shopping spree. He didn’t want to press charges; he just wanted her to pay him the twelve hundred dollars she spent. Of course, she said he gave her the card. After reading the long and seemingly never ending thread discussing Julie’s character, I decided to avoid her drama altogether and see someone new.
On that particular Monday there weren’t very many quality, highly-rated girls available. Kitra, a hot blonde was only doing outcall. At that point in time I was weary about having working girls visit my place. Didi, a BBW, was doing incall, but I wasn’t interested in her. Then there was Angel Sweet, a hot nineteen-year-old who’d been on the scene since November of the previous year. She had long curly blonde hair, stood five foot four, weighed ninety-eight pounds, had a 34A-25-32 figure, and the cutest smile. Best of all, her ad said she her incall in the I-275 corridor. That was close enough for me.
So I sent her a message to see if she had any availability. An hour later I got a response. She said she was free around two, and before she’d tell me the exact location I needed to provide some references. I promptly sent her a link to my plethora of reviews on the site, all of which were verified by the individual girls.
Minutes later she messaged back saying she needed to contact a few of the girls, and if everything checked out she’d be happy to see me.
While I waited for her to verify me I studied her profile and gallery. While each picture was more stunning than the last, it was her description that got me excited. She talked about her love of books. Her favorites included classic literature and horror. She mentioned that she was dying to read “House of Leaves.” She also mentioned her pursuit for the best sushi in the metro area, and her love of independent cinema.
She didn’t seem like the typical escort. Their profiles were full of statements of how they wanted to pamper you, and make you feel like a man. Angel made hers feel like she wanted to be your friend. Most of the other girls’ profiles constantly reminded you that this was a business arrangement, and nothing more. That’s why I found hers refreshing.
Within the hour she again messaged me and said I checked out, and couldn’t wait to meet me. She asked if two worked. After I said yes, our appointment was set.
Since I had a few hours to kill. The first thing I did was call the Borders Books and Music on 14-mile road to see if they had a copy of “House of Leaves.” Once the sales clerk said they did I asked them to hold it for me. After that I went to my closet to pick out what I was going to wear to my appointment. Normally, I didn’t care what I wore, but for Angel I wanted it to look nice. So I picked out a pair of slacks, a button down shirt and sport coat and lay them on the bed.
I then adjourned to my office, powered up my iMac, once again opened Angel’s profile, and stared at her pictures as I started my pre-appointment ritual of stroking my cock. I must’ve been hornier than I thought since cum shot out of my junk after only a few strokes. That’s when the guilt started to set in.
Yes, I loved seeing escorts. Yes, I loved paying women to touch my penis. I got off on that. But every time I jerked off before going to an appointment, I always felt this twinge of guilt. Not for the act itself, but for what might happen to my life if I got arrested. It could very well ruin it. Thankfully that feeling only lasts for a few seconds and is quickly obscured by the thought that in a couple of hours I’ll be getting laid.
After showering, and getting dressed I finally headed out. My first stop was Borders where I had them gift wrap the copy of “House of Leaves." I then hopped in my car and started driving toward the I-275 corridor.
In Detroit you could find escorts/hookers at pretty much any hotel/motel. The higher end ones congregated in Novi or Troy. The mid ranged ones tended to get hotels in Farmington Hills, and in the I-275 corridor, which went from 8 Mile to 6 mile. The lower end ones used hotels in Southfield close to where 696 and Lodge intersected or the 696/I-75 corridor in Madison Heights. When a girl had incall in those locations I tended to avoid it. Why? Because there’s the potential for a little drama and trouble.
After leaving Borders I had at least forty-five minutes before the appointment was scheduled to start. I always hated getting to the location early. I felt uneasy sitting in the parking lot. If the hotel had a bar that wouldn’t be a problem, I’d just go in and have a drink. However the majority of the hotels in 275 corridor don’t have bars. So, to make sure that I got there closer to the start of our session I took the surface streets.
I was hoping that mid-day traffic was going to be bumper to bumper. It wasn’t. Twenty-five minutes later I was in the Meijer’s parking lot at 8 Mile and Haggerty listening to my radio while staring at the clock. Part of me wanted to call her to see if she was ready, but I didn’t want to appear impatient even though I was.
I waited until the clock hit five minutes before our scheduled rendezvous to call her. Within three rings she picked up and said, “Hello.”
“Hey Angel,” I replied, “this is Howard and I’m at the exit.”
“Cool,” she said. “I’m at the hotel behind the Best Buy. Room 205.”
“Two-o-five,” I repeated. “I’ll see you in a few.”
“I can’t wait,” she said.
I then drove the two-minutes to the hotel, parked and walked toward the lobby. Before going inside I pulled out my cellphone and pretended to be talking to someone. I always felt uneasy going into the hotels. I got the feeling that the front desk clerks somehow knew that I wasn’t a guest and that I was there for unscrupulous reasons. For some reason I thought if I walked in pretending to talk on my phone it appeared that I was a guest in town for business. I don’t know if that worked or even if they cared why I was there, but it gave me sense of security.
I clutched her gift as I walked down the hallway. Butterflies filled my stomach as I got closer to her room. When I eventually got to it, I nervously stood in front of the door. After lightly knocking I heard movement on the other side, like the sound of feet quickly walking across the floor. I could feel her eyes gazing at me through the peephole. And I heard the sound of the doorknob turning right before she slowly opened the door.
Angel hid behind the door after opening it. When I entered the room she quickly closed it. That’s when I saw her. She was wearing a flower sundress, and she looked even more beautiful than her pictures. She greeted me with a gigantic hug as she squealed, “It’s so nice to meet you.”
“You too,” I said as my hands reached down and grabbed her ass.
“Frisky,” she said laughing. “Is that a gift for me or are you just happy to see me?"
“Both,” I replied and handed her the present.
“You shouldn’t have,” she said.
“It’s my pleasure,” I said as she grabbed my hand and walked me toward the beds.
She sat down on one bed, and started to unwrap the gift. By the time I sat on the bed across from her all the wrapping paper was on the floor and she was gleefully smiling as she held her copy of “House of Leaves.”
“Oh my God, thank you,” she said. “How did you know I wanted to read this?”
“You mentioned it on your profile,” I replied as she got off her bed to put the book in her bag.
“You actually read that?” she asked as she walked over to the bed I was sitting on and joined me.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Most of the guys I see have never read that,” she said as she put her head on my left shoulder.
“That’s too bad,” I replied as I put my arm around her. “Then they have no idea that your favorite TV show is '24', that your favorite band is The Rolling Stones, and you love Sushi.”
“You could totally write my autobiography,” she said with a giggle.
“I bet it would be a hot read,” I said.
She let out a cute laugh, before giving me a nice, yet sloppy kiss. After our lips unlocked she asked, “Do you have something else for me?”
I reached into my left pocket, pulled out my wallet, took out three crisp one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. After the money hit her hand she once again got up from the bed, walked over to her bag and placed it inside. Then, within seconds of zipping it up, she rejoined me and put her lips on mine.
As our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths we fell onto the bed. I felt like a teenager making out for the first time. As we continued kissing she grabbed my right hand and guided it up her dress. I pushed her panties to one side and started rubbing her wet pussy. I started by flicking her clit. Every time my finger touched it she moaned and giggled. As the speed of each flick increased so did the volume of her moans.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My lips unlocked from hers as I removed my hand from her cunt. I then had her sit up and raise her hands so I could remove her dress. Seconds later I was staring at her flawless body. The nipples on her small, yet beautiful 34A breasts were standing at attention. She then got off the bed and stood in front of me as she lowered her panties. She stuck her ass in my face as she bent down. I then inserted two fingers into her, one in her pussy and the other in her asshole.
She started moaning loudly as I moved them in and out of her in unison.
“Faster,” she cried.
To please the young lady I increased the tempo of my fingers. The faster I went she got louder and wetter. Within a few short minutes she screamed, “I’m cumming.”
She then plopped back onto the bed. I spread her legs and placed myself between them. I lowered my head and buried it into her bald beaver. My tongue went right for her swollen clit at the same time I inserted two fingers into her wet box.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned as the tempo of my licks and fingers increased.
She then placed her hands on my head and held me firmly against her pussy. I actually thought I was going to suffocate. If those were indeed going to be my last moments on Earth I was going to make the most of them. I increased my tongue lapping and fingering speeds to warp factor nine. She started squirming with delight and let out a loud moan.
“Mmm,” she said after freeing my head from between her legs. “My turn.”
I eagerly jumped off the bed, removed my clothes, folded them and put them on the dresser. I then turned and faced her, revealing my hard, thick seven-inch cock. I quickly walked toward the bed and jumped onto it. She got on her knees and started stroking my junk.
“You have a beautiful penis,” she said right before tickling its tip with her tongue.
“Suck it,” I said.
She looked up and smiled before wrapping her hands around it. She then lifted it up, licked my balls and moved her mouth around every inch of my rock hard piece of manhood. I was in heaven. Her mouth felt so good on my cock. Part of me wanted to blow my load right into it, the other part of me desperately wanted to fuck her. So I slid my dick out of her mouth and said, “ You ready for the main event?”
“Yessss,” she replied.
I got on my back and started stroking my cock as she got off the bed and ran to her bag. Seconds later she jumped back onto it. She then ripped open the condom package. She once again put her mouth on my love gun and eagerly sucked it for a minute before covering it with the rubber.
She then stood above me and slowly lowered onto my penis. Once I entered her she let out a moan before bending to give me a big sloppy kiss.
I just laid there taking in her beauty as she bounced up and down. With each bounce her moans got louder. I then clasped my hands onto ass, and every time she bounced up I gave her cheeks a little slap.
I started thrusting faster and faster. As the tempo of the thrusts increased she started biting her lip. She then stuck her nails deep into my chest as she screamed, “Don’t stop.”
So I started thrusting as fast as I could. And since I wasn’t the most physically fit guy it was making me quite winded. I continued pounding her until her body started quivering and she let out a cute little giggle as she came.
She then leaned in to give me another sloppy kiss as she said, “Let’s change positions.”
Angel slid off my cock and got on all fours. I got myself into position, inserted my cock and resumed fucking her.
“Faster,” she demanded.
I tried my best to do as she asked, but I was getting tired. I guess she could sense that because she asked, “Do you want to try another position?”
“Yes,” I said, sweat dripping down my face.
Immediately, she got on her back and spread her legs. I got between them and guided my penis directly into her vagina. Upon entering she started moaning and I got the feeling I dreaded getting since we started playing, I could feel that my cock was ready to erupt.
I tried to think of anything that would delay that eruption. Baseball, all the paperwork I needed to catch up on, politics, but none of them could prevent my body from doing its thing. I then let out a grunt as my cock unleashed a heavy stream of cum into the condom.
“You were great,” she said as I slid my now flaccid penis out of her.
She sat up and slowly removed the condom. She stuck out her tongue and poured my load straight into her mouth. “Delicious,” she said with a smile.
“Hot,” I replied.
Angel got off the bed as she said, “I’m going to get you a hot wash cloth.”
Seconds later she reappeared; jumped back onto the bed and cleaned my penis with the hot towel as she asked, “Did you have fun?”
“Yes,” I replied. “You are so beautiful.”
She smiled, as she looked right into my eyes. She then leaned in and started kissing me. Her hands slowly removed the towel from my penis and proceeded to jerk it. I felt it grow as the speed of her strokes increased.
Angel’s attention moved from my lips down to my cock. She grabbed my balls and started tickling them as her mouth engulfed my shaft. After a few minutes I grabbed the back of her head and moved it up and down my junk at a frantic pace.
As she looked up I guess she could tell I was getting ready to cum. She removed her mouth from my dick, got off the bed, jumped to the floor and got on her knees. I then joined her on the ground where I stood above her stroking my cock. She pointed at herTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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