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“What are you saying? That you’ve never been with a hooker before?”
“No, I haven’t. In fact, I’ve never been with any girl before.”
“Really?” she asked incredulously. “Really? This is your first time? I’m going to get your cherry?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Yep, it’s all yours. For what it’s worth,” I said, as my knees shook.
“Oh, my goodness. That’s worth a lot. Well, then, I have to make this extra special for you.”
What could I say? After all, she was the professional.
Her eyes suddenly became less guarded and while she chewed on her lower lip, I watched as her smile slowly grew into a beaming fountain of light. She turned to face me, leaning back, offering me her chest.
My heart was pounding so loud, I thought for sure she could hear it. But my desire managed to override my anxiety. With my right hand, I took one of those glorious breasts. It filled my hand to overflowing. First contact! Oh, dear God … As my breathing became deeper, I began to gently squeeze her breast, quickly consumed by the fantastic twins. My face was only a foot away from them. I was amazed by the warmth of her moist skin and how easily my pale white fingers sank into her dark softness. I was surprised at just how long her nipples were and they were still growing. I reveled in her breasts, their heavenly weight, and the contrast of black and white as my fingers pressed into her flesh. I placed my left hand on her stomach and felt her breathe for a moment. Yep, she’s real.
Trisha took my left hand and slowly moistened my fingertips with her tongue. Oh, dear God! How arousing. She slowly pushed my hand south, through her curls, down to her center. “Do you feel that, Rick? That little nub? That’s my clitoris. Just keep stroking it, like this …” she said, as she guided my fingers. She closed her eyes and embraced the sensation. Almost imperceptibly, she brought her hand to the half-hard root between my legs and stroked me. Gradually, while my organ grew in length, girth, and strength, I felt her clitoris swell to what felt like four or five times its original size. Soon, it was at
least a half-inch in length.
Then after a minute, “A little faster,” she instructed me.
Then, after another minute, “Now … stay gentle, now … a little harder … oh … oh … oh, that’s it …” she gasped.
Her hips began to undulate against my fingertips. Could that be because of me? I kept my palm against that thin strip of hair, while her hips seemed to move independently of the rest of her. They swayed and turned, twisting and pressing against my fingers on my left hand. Her hands came up to her breasts; her fingers guided my right hand, showing me where she wanted more attention. Instructing me when and with what pressure she wanted me to squeeze, when and where to pinch, and how lightly or how firmly. When she opened her eyes again, I noticed there were gold flecks in her irises, which added depth to her face and an intensity to her smile. Her smooth, deep dark skin glowed. Her face was radiant. If the eyes really are the mirror to the soul … what does this say about her soul?
In the warmth of that humid Georgia night, the temperature seemed to climb by ten degrees, as anxiety gave way to lust. Desire rose within me, consumed me, and filled the room to bursting capacity. Tiny beads of sweat began to form on the finest hairs of her skin between her breasts. I watched while the twins rose and fell with such delicate grace. She took a deep breath, expanding her diaphragm. They were so … breathtaking. Captivating. Her nipples seemed almost painfully hard now and her gorgeous body seemed to shimmer and shine with a fine sheen of sweat. My hands glided over her smooth, moist skin.
“Do you like my tits?” she asked, almost breathless. I loved that she called them “tits,” the same way guys do.
“They’re beautiful. Better than I would’ve ever imagined.”
“They like you, too,” she said, arching her back slightly, firmly pressing her breast into my hand. Seductively she lowered a knee, opening her thighs, and closed her eyes. Her white teeth caught her succulent, red-painted lower lip. I could see the tip of her tongue, as she closed her eyes and slowly rolled her head from side to side. From shy to seductive? So alluring!
When the breath caught in her throat, she paused while her hips seemed to pulse. Then she groaned softly and froze. Eventually, with my hands still in place, I felt her breathe again. Finally, she opened her eyes fully and said, “Let me do something for you. Here,” she said as she sat up and slid from under my hands.
“Just lean back,” she guided me. I slid farther up the bed and took her place at the headboard as she lowered herself to the floor between my legs.
“I normally charge an extra twenty dollars for this, but since it’s your first time, it really needs to be special. Now this is one great big white dick. It’s beautiful. A perfect penis,” she said. I thought, the lady doth protest too much, methinks. I’d seen enough men in the shower over the last several months to know I was nothing special down there. Nothing to be ashamed of either, but I knew better.
She licked at the head of my pole, then from the underside, bringing her bright pink tongue through the tiny slit at the tip. She continued licking away the drop of clear pre-come, and then swirled her tongue around the head. Trisha held my gaze as she took the head in her mouth. I felt the most incredible sensation of moist heat envelop me. She lowered her face on my shaft while she stroked me with her hand. Inch by inch she went lower, taking more of me in her mouth, staring at me much of the time, holding my gaze. It was so intimate. I was enthralled by the vision of this beautiful woman’s face, the brightness of her lipstick, the darkness of her skin against my pale Irish whiteness, the shininess of my pole as it gleamed, sliding in and out of her mouth, gliding through her fist. And … and … those incredible eyes, I thought to myself.
Within a minute, she was moving with an energy I’ve never felt since. Her head and shoulders rose and fell as a single unit, with her entire upper body now twisting as she ascended and descended, her hand moving in concert. I lightly cupped her head and when I did, she looked back to my face and took me from her mouth. She began rubbing my organ over both of her breasts, circling the head over both nipples. Her head lazily fell back, while she painted the shiny slickness of my length over her breasts. “Do you like the way my breasts feel against your cock?”
“I love everything about them. Your skin is so warm and soft, your breasts so firm, nipples so hard.” So, now they weren’t “tits” anymore, they were “breasts”?
With my shaft now centered perfectly in her cleavage, she pressed those two gorgeous mounds together. I was trapped between the twins. Surely, this is what heaven feels like. Her body had a fine sheen of sweat and I glided easily through Trisha-flesh. As she took me in her mouth again, I saw her left hand move to her center and watched as she fingered herself. The sound of her fingers sliding on her own wet flesh was all I heard.
I felt my climax brewing as my organ suddenly swelled. God, I was hard enough to drive nails. Suddenly, I was terrified. Surely, my cock was about to burst wide open.
She looked at me with a glitter in her eyes, a wide smile revealed pearly white teeth, while she continued to stroke me.
“Do you like that?”
“Ahhh! I’m going to come,” was my weak and feeble reply.
“Well, just come on, baby. Come for me now,” she said. Then she must’ve felt my rod twitch because she quickly brought her mouth back over the head of my Johnson, just as I fired the first shot of my load. My orgasm crashed over me in a sudden deluge. I was drenched in magic sensations as the waves washed over my body.
Trisha’s eyes snapped shut and she moaned slightly; her cheeks collapsed, sucking at my Johnson like a straw. After I stopped firing, she threw her head back and shook violently. I watched a vein in her throat intently as it throbbed while she swallowed; her left hand still at her center, moving furiously. I heard her involuntary exclamations, “Heee … Heeeeeeeee … Heeeee …” She’s giving herself pleasure, based on my pleasure! I don’t know why this seemed so incomprehensible for me, but it did.
