Tori stretched as she gazed out the window of her upscale hotel. The stars were shining and she smiled to herself, recalling the amazing sex she had enjoyed that day as well as the large sum of cash she would take to the bank the next morning.
When her phone dinged,signaling an incoming text on her google voice app, she found herself almost annoyed.
She took a look, even though she knew it might be a last minute appointment for the evening and she really was ready to call it a day.
A newbie was texting,asking if she would visit him at his place about 20 minutes north of her hotel. Of course she said yes, as she always made it her mission to see as many gents as possible when traveling. It was her version of a marathon, and one that always proved both fruitful and fulfilling.
After a few brief exchanges her CashApp signaled the arrival of his deposit, something that was not negotiable. Always thinking she could read people, even in texts, this time she was wrong. She was sure he was just a game player, one out to waste even a few precious minutes of her time, with no intention of anything going further than the moments she might spend texting with him.
After enjoying a nice hot shower in the spacious bathroom of her hotel, she applied a little bit of makeup, puckered and threw a kiss to herself in the mirror and headed out the door.
She drove the short distance to Bryce’s house and texted him as she was pulling up.
She quickly applied gloss to her luscious lips, grabbed her “outcall” bag and walked up to his door. He opened it quickly, inviting her inside the warm and cozy rambler. The lights were dim, but it was readily apparent that he was just her type. Handsome, in his fifties, with sparkling eyes and a friendly and playful attitude.
The pair enjoyed some weed and an alcoholic beverage,allowing things to move along naturally as they enjoyed each other's company.
There was laughter, light touching, and in no time kisses that were as sweet as wine…..lips finding each other, tongues dancing, shifting easily between heated and urgent to soft and playful.
It surprised Bryce a bit when she bit down, signaling her hunger to both of them. Hands began exploring, clothing was either torn off or ripped to the side as they began the passionate dance of new lovers.
Bryce could hardly believe what was unfolding before him. Tori moved with a confidence that felt otherworldly—like she’d lived lifetimes, collecting the desires of countless men and learning how to make each one crave her. Yet there was a hunger in her tonight that even she seemed unable to contain. It wasn't just physical. It was something deeper—like she wanted to devour every part of him, body and soul.
He started to rise, his hands itching to help her out of that sleek black lingerie clinging to her curves, but Tori had other plans. With a playful smirk, she pressed a palm against his chest and pushed him back onto the couch.
"Not so fast," she whispered, her voice dripping with both promise and command.
She sank to her knees in front of him, the plush fur throw beneath her matching his in color and warmth. Bryce felt a shiver—not from the chill but from the electric anticipation building between them. Her hands didn’t roam over him just yet; instead, she let her breath do the teasing.
Tori’s warm exhale drifted across his inner thighs, and Bryce could swear he felt every hair on his body stand at attention. Slowly, deliberately, she moved closer, her breath skimming over the sensitive skin just beneath him, setting his nerves on fire. Her eyes locked with his—an unbroken gaze that seemed to pull him into her orbit, leaving him helpless in her hands.
Clenching his fists at his sides, his entire body tense with restraint, as she drew closer but refused to touch. It was maddening in the most delicious way. Just when he thought he could no longer take the teasing, Tori gave him the softest brush of her lips, a fleeting contact that made his breath hitch. And then she smiled—a slow, knowing smile that sent a jolt straight through him.
"You like that, don’t you?" she murmured, as if the answer wasn’t already written across every inch of him.
Bryce could barely nod, too lost in the haze of her touch and the heat of the moment. Every time he felt himself teetering on the edge of release, she slowed down, pulling back with a soft laugh that was equal parts wicked and playful.
Although it was already apparent, he expressed to her that he loved having his cock—for as long as he or his partner could hold out—and it quickly became clear she was an expert. The way her lips and tongue worked him made him feel like he’d transcended reality, as if he’d died and ascended to another plane of pure ecstasy.
"Not yet," Tori whispered, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertips. "I’m not done with you."
She moved her tongue, her full lips, and her hands over him slowly, then increasing with a sense of urgency that made his balls swell. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Bryce found himself pushing her head down and pulling her away all at once. He was physically aching to drain his load right down her throat, but he wanted this to last, feeling a deep sense of need to pleasure her first.
By the time they stumbled into the bedroom, Bryce's mind was a blur of desire. The bedspread was cool beneath them as Tori slid out of the last pieces of her lingerie, leaving him breathless at the sight of her. The moonlight from the window framed her body, casting soft shadows that only deepened the allure.
“Amazing”, a word he had repeated over and over, escaped his lips in a husky whisper, dripping with desire for her. He kissed her softly, in sharp contrast to the feel of his hand pushing her down, then spreading her legs. She was moaning in a soft purring manner, guiding his head lower until he found what he was looking for. He kissed the lips of her pussy, slowly moving his tongue to her clit which was swollen with desire. She reached down to spread her cunt open for him, arching her hips upward as his tongue began slipping in and out of her. He grabbed a small vibrator he had picked up earlier that day, solely for her pleasure, and worked it over her clit, the juice dripping from her wet pussy causing it to glide like velvet as she cried out, her body shuddering as her orgasm overtook her. When the shaking subsided, he smiled down at her, his hand covered in her essence as he told her she had just drenched his bed.
Tori was one of the lucky women, always having been multi orgasmic, but cum literally running freely from her was a new experience. Looking up at him, she knew she might have met her match in a lover, as a soft, sultry purr seemed to emanate from her gaze as it locked with his. In that unspoken moment between them, their shared passion and the promise of countless mind-blowing encounters flowed wordlessly, their eyes saying everything, their lips and hands exploring each other as new lovers do.
She guided him back down onto the bed and spread her legs, a slow, sensuous invitation that left no room for doubt. Bryce slid into her, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. She was warmth and silk, a heat that clung to him with every movement, drawing him deeper and deeper into her.
They moved together, first slowly, savoring every moment, then with increasing urgency. Bryce lost himself in the way Tori wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her breath hitching with each thrust. Her nails grazed his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When her second climax rolled through her, she gasped, her body trembling beneath him, but she wasn’t finished with him yet.
"Roll me over," she whispered, her voice husky and low.
Bryce did as he was told, positioning her on all fours at the edge of the bed. The sight of her—back arched, head thrown back, skin glowing in the dim light—was almost too much to bear.
"I want you hard," she said, glancing over her shoulder with that same playful smirk. "Fast. Don’t hold back."
Her words unleashed something in him, and Bryce gripped her hips, driving into her with a rhythm that made both of them moan. Each thrust was met with a slap of skin, with Bryce's hands landing firmly in a slap on the ass, the sound echoing through the room and earning a delighted gasp from Tori.
Her hair, a gorgeous halo of auburn silk, her shoulders, wild and free, matching the untamed passion between them. And when Bryce felt himself teetering on the edge again, he groaned.
"I can’t hold it," he warned, his voice ragged.
Tori twisted around in one fluid motion, still panting, but with a glint of triumph in her eyes.
"Then give it to me," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.
Bryce cried out as his cock exploded, an orgasm so fierce and intense it made his knees buckle. She was gripping her breasts tightly, giving him the perfect landing spot for the massive load that continued to flow through his body, covering her gorgeous tits.
Waves of electricity surged through him, each thrust sending jolts of ecstasy rippling between them. Time blurred into an endless stretch of pleasure, and when he finally stilled, his body trembling, breaths ragged and shallow, soft moans escaped his lips like confessions.
He gazed down at her, utterly mesmerized. There she lay—Tori, a vision of raw sensuality, her skin glistening, chest rising and falling with the same satisfied exhaustion he felt. His release painted her flawless breasts, thick rivulets of creamy pleasure trailing down the curves of her nipples.
With a wicked glimmer in her eye, she slid a perfectly manicured finger through the warm, pearly stream. Slowly, deliberately, she brought it to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste it.
A soft, knowing hum vibrated from her throat as she locked eyes with him, savoring the moment—and his undoing—with an unhurried, sinful pleasure that promised she was far from finished.
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