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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I knock on the door and wait. It's a bright red door, brass handle and two frosted glass panels through which I can see a figure approach. He opens the door and nods, the shakes my hand and says "Hi. This way."
I'm early but not by much. He leads me through the hallway and into the kitchen where he turns on the kettle and asks me if I'd like tea or coffee. I reply with coffee, strong and black. He makes my drink then leads me back through to the hall and down a flight of stairs.
There she is. There's what I came for, what he brought me here for. On her knees in the middle of the polished floor, as promised is a naked woman. A big, beautiful woman. Large, full breasts with saucer-sized areolas, light brown. Her belly is a similar size, overhanging a smoothly shaved mound and as I walk around her to assess I am happy to see her arse is of similar proportions. I command her to bend over, which she does and I spread her doughy cheeks apart. The pink jewelled plug glitters back at me.
I press firmly on her inner thighs and she responds by pushing her knees apart. Her vagina is dripping, a long thin strand emerges like saliva from between her lips and dangles towards the floor hanging for a second until the tension breaks and it falls to pool on the oak. I reach under her and find the start of her slit with two fingertips, bringing my hand towards me. She jolts as I hit her clitoris and whispers as I stop at the entrance to her vagina. I deny her satisfaction. She's not here for that. It's pleasing though to know how aroused she is. It's always more fun.
I complete my circuit and unzip. She looks up at me hungrily and takes my hardining shaft into her mouth. From this angle I can tell she's been well used today. Streaked mascara and dried cum mark her cheeks and I can see more streaks of semen on her breasts. Who knows how many have been here before me today? I don't care, the more the better. She sucks me hard, and expertly, her mouth feeling like a tight teen pussy but the added tongue swirls are ecstatic. I grab her head and she willingly submits to my force, her throat accepting my cock until my balls bash her chin. She gags and I release, repeat twice more before letting her go back to the previous rhythm. I tap her head as I get close, gesture for her to hold up her breasts. She does so and unload onto her rack and her face. I snap a photo of the messy slut before I leave, say goodbye to the man upstairs and step put into the crisp afternoon air.
It's a couple of weeks later. I'm at the bank paying in a cheque and I look up. It's not panic or fear in her eyes but a passion, a knowing look of what we shared. Theres no other recognition, we're both completely professional, aside from one instance. As we end our transaction my eyes drop to her blouse. She knows I'm remembering her big tits how I last saw them, covered in semen and drool. She bites her lip. I smile and leave. |
