Larissa….
A quiet knock on the door of my hotel suite.
Heart suddenly pounding, i go to the door and peer through the peephole. She stands there patiently, eyes downcast. It is her!
I open the door and say, “Larissa?”
“Da. Robert?” She says my name softly.
”Yes. Would you like to come in?”
‘
She is a shining mass of long blonde hair sweeping into my rooms, walking proud and erect as she gazes around the living room and walks - or rather, glides - to the window overlooking St. Petersburg. The sun is sinking into the west, the glowing light outlining her slender body wrapped in a knee length coat.
“May I take your coat?” I suggest, as she turns from the window.
“Yes, please,” she smiles. “You have a very nice view from here,” she says in somewhat accented English. “It is very cold outside.”
”Oh, I think the view inside is even better with you in it,” I say. “My god, you’re even more beautiful than your photos!”
”Spasibo,” she says, showing her perfect smile and white teeth dazz;ing. “I hoped not to disappoint you…”
i take her coat and lay it on the back of the sofa. Underneath her coat she is wearing a form fitting sweater, the top buttons open to reveal a swelling bosom with a hint of cleavage promising the delights to come. Her curves taper down to a slim waist before flaring to womanly hips, tightly clad in leggings under her skirt that reaches almost to her knees.
“Would you like something to drink?” I suggest. “I have wine, vodka, or ???”
”A glass of wine would be - nice,” she says.
I pour us each a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. We sit down on the sofa, a foot apart. My eyes travel over her, feasting on her in anticipation of what is to come. “There is a matter to do first,” Larissa says apologetically.
”Of course,” I reply, reaching into my hip pocket and extracting my wallet. “Five hundred US dollars, right?” I say, looking into her green grey eyes.
“Yes, that is correct,” she says. I count out five hundred dollar bills, then looking directly at her, lay one more on the table in front of her, “That’s for being so beautiful tonight,” I say as she looks surprised.
“Thank you, Robert,” she says with a look of delight.
“Call me Bob,” I suggest.
”OK,” she says. “You may call me Lara then if we are to be good friends!”
We sip our wine as she tells me about herself. She is 26, married for 5 years and mother of a som almost 3. Her husband is 10 years older, and is often away on engineering work so she supplements her personal finances by meeting men for money. Her past includes being a teen model and now assists in a photo studio, grooming young girls for “modeling.” She keeps her sex work money for her son’s education, so I lay another hundred on the pile on the coffee table. “That’s for your son,” I state, and Lara beams.
”Would you mind standing up so I can look at you better?” I ask. She stands and twirls abound, her skirt flaring as she does so, her tight buns revealed in her white leggings. Playfully she lifts her skirt to show a perfect cameltoe and giggles. “Do you like what you see?”
“Oh yes!” I state emphatically. You are stunning!”
”You don’t think I am too old and fat and ugly? You wouldn’t rather have a younger girl?”
I respond by standing up and wrapping my arms around Larissa and moving my lips to hers. “You’re too beautiful to touch!”
”But I like to be touched,” she murmurs as our lips meet. “I truly enjoy my work….”
For a long time I revel in the taste of her soft lips, tugging her lower lip between mine, then I feel her tongue probing my lips. I open my mouth and her tongue eagerly slips inside, her breath tasting of wine and mints. Her bosom pressed against my chest, i feel the softness of her body as her chest heaves with her breathing. My hands slide down from her back to cup her ass cheeks, firm and muscular. Without me pulling her, she grinds her groin into mine and rubs her crotch against my swelling erection. “Oh, I see you like me!” She laughs, feeling my bulge. “Should I see what’s growing down there?”
”Soon,” I promise. But first I need to unwrap my gift!”
”Sure,” Lara says, “After all, you are the one who has paid for me…”
I tug at her sweater, and she lifts her arms to help. Her sweater rises to reveal her breasts, nestled in a lacy bra. As I lift it over her head, her long silky blonde hair falls in a cascade. It is held in a ponytail, which I run my hand through. “Would you like my hair undone?” She queries, so I agree. Her hair falls all down her back, then she playfully covers her breasts with it. ‘“I am so shy,” she giggles, spreading her hair over her tits.
“I don’t believe that for a minute!” I growl, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. “Oh my god, how did you ever grow such perfectly shaped tits!” I exclaim as her B cup breast are exposed, her nipples proud and erect.
“They were much smaller until I had my son,” she admits, “but I like them like this so I continue to nurse him.”
” They are still making milk?” I ask, amazed.
”Yes….” she says, lifting a nipple and pulling on it. A white spot appears and begins to drip. Lara looks up at me, smiling “See? They still make my son happy!”
“May I - May I have a taste?” I query, astonished at my good fortune!
”Of course you may - after all, you paid for whatever you wish…” she says softly, lifting her breast to offer it to my lips. I grasp her tit reveling in is softness and fullness. A pair of full B cups, filled with her baby’s nourishment Larissa’s nipples are not tiny virginal points, but a mother’s ripe confections, jutting proudly, surrounded by crinkled areolae. A drop of milk oozes from her right boob, so I greedily suckle it, feeling the warmth of her body flow into my mouth. Her milk is sweet and warm, and I am inhaling the scent of the perfume she has dabbed in the valley between her mammary glands. I gently fondle her left tit, and she responds by saying “You are being too gentle- here, you must SQUEEZE the milk out!”
With that, she sends a spray of thin streams from her left breast, hitting me in my face! I gasp as the hot liquid drips down into my eyes. “Ah, you like that?” she grins, squirting even more, her eyes dancing. Her chest jiggling as she giggles. I’m busy sucking as hard as I can, latched on as she urges me “More - HARDER - yes, you must suck like my baby if you want it!”
She sweeps her ass length hair around and uses it to tickle my nose with it. “Careful, you’re going to get your hair all wet,” I warn as I lift from her right nipple to attack her left tit, already dribbling her white nectar. “You like?”
All I can do is grunt my approval. It’s hard to talk with your lips wrapped around a succulent nipple the size of my fingertip… Don’t believe me? Just try to speak with your pinkie in your mouth to the first joint!
”You’ve had your fill now?” she asks. “ Is it my turn to taste your milk?” Her hands drift down to my wool slacks, fumbling with my belt buckle. I reach down to help her, but she bats my hands aside. “No, I do this!” she says triumphantly as my belt comes apart. My waist button is next, then she slowly unzips my trousers. “Ooh, I see you want me!” she murmurs as she tenderly fondles the front of my silk boxers. “Look, a wet spot!” she purrs as she slides her cheek against my bulging erection, straining to burst its confinement. With expert fingers, she caresses my genitalia through the soft cloth, making me painfully aware that I hadn’t had a release for over a week. My pants fall to the floor as she delicately tugs my boxers down until my manhood juts forth, already hard and oozing precum…
“You like sucking my tits - now I get to suck on my favorite thing, DICK!” she stated firmly. I stood helpless while she ran her tongue up the underside of my penis, stopping to twirl on my frenulum. “I know what men like!” she whispered, licking the drop of precum from my tip. “Ooh, you taste spicy,” she observed, licking her lips. I leaned down, tilted her head up and kissed her.
“As sweet as your milk?” I questioned as she licked her lips of the milk I had been saving in my mouth for her.
“No, yours is spicier. And salty, too” she exclaims and goes back to kissing my erection. Then she kisses my glans and slowly slides me into her wet, body temperature mouth. With her tongue tickling the underneath side of my cock, she begans sucking, her classical cheeks with her high cheekbones pulsing in and out. After a few minutes of loving
my erect shaft, she looks up at me and smiles, her eyes twinkling. “You like? I am a very good cocksucker!” she brags proudly. “I have had practice with many men!”
I gather her hair in my hands and pull her into my groin, feeling my cock disappear into her throat. She feels like a wet pussy as I thrust myself deeper down her throat, but after a few lunges against her tonsils she pulls back to breathe. “You like to fuck my face?” she gasps. “Many men like it that way…”.
“Yes, you have such lovely lips but I don’t want to cum until I’ve enjoyed more of you,” I say reluctantly, as I feel my impending release. “Let’s see the rest of you…”
She climbs up from her knees and helps me off with my shirt, placing my cuff links on the coffee table as she strips me. Lara stands before me, naked to her slim waist, her skirt and leggings still covering half of her. She unzips her skirt and steps out of it, then folds it carefully and places it on the armchair. In her white leggings and heels, she slowly turns, wriggles her perfect ass at me and laughs. “I work out, can you tell?” she says proudly. My gaze zooms in on her cameltoe, a slit with a bulge beginning to show at the apex of her crotch. I feel my heart pounding as I draw in a breath, anticipating what lay beneath. I move closer, run my hands over her ass and cup her sex. The heat coming from her groin is exciting! She holds my arm as she steps out of her heels, then begins unrolling the leggings to reveal her mostly shaved pussy, with a triangle of pubic hair pointing the way to my ultimate goal.
Again holding my arm for balance, she steps out of her leggings and stands before me, a nude Venus with her hair d****d partly over one breast, one hand shyly covering the Y of her thighs. Her hair reaches almost to her crotch, which she sweeps back and forth, tickling her pubic hair. My hand still grasping her vulva, I feel a trickle of liquid ooze out of her vagina. “I HAVE to taste you!” I demand. Taking her hand, I walk her over to the sofa and lay down supine, my erect penis jutting straight up. “Now lay down on me and spread those legs,” I insist.
She straddle me, then bends over to take my dick in her hand and whispers to it, “I am going to make you EXPLODE!” My view is of her tight anus above her glistening cunt, the folds surrounding her vaginal cavity a darker brown. Her lips are swollen, oozing her precious sex lubricant down her slit. I gently probe her vulva, noting the hard little button of her clitoris and that’s what I focus upon. Her hips flex in time with my probing, and soon she is giving my genitalia a treat to the same rhythm. She fondles my heavy testicles, weighing them in her soft hands, then playfully bites them from time to time as I groan my pleasure at her oral ministration.
In the meantime, I am slurping up the copious juices now flowing from her twitching cunt. Her ass wriggles up and down in front of my face as my tongue goes from her clit, down the furrow between her swollen labia, pauses to suck in some vaginal secretions, then up her perinium - THAT makes her jump! - and finally up to her brown anus, which always extracts a moan from her. Realizing that she enjoys anal play, I wet my finger and slowly work one inside, past her tight sphincter and into the burning body heat inside. The scent of her pussy overwhelms my nostrils, as I triy to shove my nose right up her birth canal! This is met by steadily increasing rocking of Larissa’s pelvis, and louder moans.
Apparently she is enjoying my foreplay as much as I am enjoying what she is doing to my cock! I insert my thumb between her perfect ass cheeks and worm it inside her as she begins urgently grinding her hips against my face, so I put my other hand under her tummy and begin stroking her now erect clitoris. I sneak a peek while she is raising her ass, and that beautifully pink, shiny bulb is protruding well out of her hood, glistening with the white moisture her pussy is now flowing. I can feel her wet nipples oozing milk, squashed against my belly as her head begins bobbing faster and faster. My balls are tingling now, telling me that they need to release my seed soon! I try to hold out long enough for her to climax, so now and then I cross my legs to tell her to slow down.
“You’re about to make me cum!” I warned my hard working “wife for a night.” Where should I…”
”In my mouth, of course!” she pleaded. “I love the taste of a man’s sperm!”
I don’t know if she is one of those women who orgasm when she sucks a man to orgasm (like some I’ve known) or whether she is just doing a professional job of faking an orgasm - given her choice of careers, it’s kind of a necessary skill - but she begins shaking and moaning as I feel the juice boil out of my nuts and up my urethra into her eagerly awaiting mouth! I shudder with the intensity of my climax, spurting again and again between her lips into her now slimy oral orifice as she drains my scrotum of a week’s pent up semen…. My hips thrust against her face, bucking the last of my spend as she milks my dick dry. I lap the honey dripping from her cunt, savoring the taste of her most intimate place as she tenderly kisses my softening dick, as my heart rate finally begins to subside. I twitch a couple of times with aftershocks, it has been so long since I’ve had such an orgasm…
Lara finally rises from my limp penis and turns to me with her lips pursed. I realize that she wants to kiss me, so I sit up and meet her lips. To my surprise, she opens my lips with her tongue and promptly sends a gush of my sperm into my mouth! To my delight, it is still thick and salty! She works her tongue around inside my mouth, making sure I tasted it over all my taste buds, then withdraws with a smile. “You like?” she questions.
“Honey, I didn’t like that,” Her face falls. “I LOVED it! I exclaim.
I lay another $100 on the table with her growing pile. “I’m hungry after that. Would you like something to eat? If you have time, of course?”
”I have until time I must go home,” she replies, taking another sip of wine. We order from room service, and since it will take a half hour, Lara decides to clean our sweat off in the shower. She squeals with delight when she sees the suite’s bathroom, with an oversized shower, bidet and gleaming fixtures. She insists I join her in the double sized glass walled shower with dual heads and corded handheld head. I squirt her with the handheld, she slaps my ass back laughingly, and I swat her swaying, swollen tits. - which earned me a tight yank on a part of my anatomy that is no longer drooping and flaccid! I make super sure that her breasts and genital region are thoroughly scrubbed, yes, even inside! - and marvel at how her delightful body captivates my attention. There’s nothing finer than a slippery wet nude goddess to revive my urges! We sort of lose track of time - we are still drying each other off, with lots of fondling and giggling, when room service arrives with dinner. We look at each other, shrug and go to the door naked to accept the delivery. The bellboy’s eyes widen when we open the door, both of us trying our best to keep straight faces as he pushes the cart into the room. He accepts my tip and backs out of the room, his eyes never leaving Larissa’s naked body. As soon as he leaves , we both burst out laughing like two k**s! “Did you see his eyes bug out?” I stammer, barely able to talk.
”I know he will have to - what do you call it?” she manages to spit out, her hand going up and down, mimicking masturbation.
”Jack himself off?” I suggest.
”Da, jackoff!” she splutters. “He will be masturbating in the stairway going back!”
I go into the bedroom and in the closet are a number of terrycloth bathrobes with the hotel’s name embroidered on them. I take the largest and hold out a smaller one for her, and we sit down for dinner. A second bottle of wine is decanted, and we feed each other bites of our exquisite dinner. After we finish, she stretches and, looking at my crotch, says “We still have an hour before I have to leave to go home to my son and husband… Is there anything you want to do now?”
It’s hard to hide what your libido wants when the evidence is poking out of a loosely tied bathrobe. Of course, the Viagra I consumed with our meal didn’t hurt, either…
”Yes there is,” I admit. “I have a need to fuck the pussy I just enjoyed tasting!”
”Oh, I hoped you would say that,” Lara says coquettishly, batting her long eyelashes at me. “I didn’t think that I ruined your dick!”
I open the door to the suite’s bedroom. By now it is dark, the lights of Leningrad a sparkling sea below us. She walks to the bed, discarding her robe as she goes. “This bed is so big - and soft, too!” she remarks, running her hands over the mattress and its pristine sheets. “What do you call these?”
“Egyptian cotton,” I reply, “almost satin, don’t you think?”
”They will feel very good against our skin,” she says , undoing the sash of my robe and throwing it to the floor. “Do you want to turn the lights off first?”
”No, I want them on if you don’t mind - I want to see your body!” I demand.
“Then you may look all you want,” Larissa says, throwing her robe off and flopping down onto the bed, then raising her legs apart to reveal her cunt. I take hold of her foot and suck on her toes. “Mmmh,” she exhales, “That tickles!”
I begin tracing my fingertips up and down her legs, from her ankles to her inner thighs as she coos. I suckle the toes of her other foot, then take both her big toes into my lips. Her legs quiver as her fingers find her twat and she begins caressing her clit. “You will make me horny doing that,” she encourages me, her fingers now circling her exposed sex button. “Would you like to come inside?”
I reach for a condom. “Oh, we don’t need that unless you want to,” she says, frowning. “I’d rather feel your cock without it…”
I stretch out on my back, my shaft pointing to the ceiling. “Come here and climb aboard,” I invite her. “This way I can see you best.”
She rolls over and straddles my thighs, her long hair flowing around her. She takes her hair, gathers it in her hand, and uses it to tickle my dick. As she brushes her hair over my penis, she giggles and her breasts jiggle. “Such a lovely cock,” she breathes, “You know that I just love a man’s cock, how it goes from soft to hard and then soft again!”
She rubs her twat until her hand is wet with her vaginal juice, then lovingly smears her natural lubricant all over my straining erection. She can’t resist planting a kiss on my cockhead, then scoots forward and poises her pussy over my awaiting man flesh. She slowly lowers herself down until my glans meets her swollen folds, then eases herself down. As my hardon disappears into her body, I feel the heat of her sex wrap around me- the sensation is exquisite! She lowers her slit down halfway, then raises up again so I can feel her labia sc**** the underside of my organ. Then lowers herself again and once more, until her thighs are seated on mine and I am fully inside.
”I can feel you all the way to my womb!” she pants, “Oh it makes me feel so full!” I groan as she begins grinding up and down, her breasts bouncing on her chest. I reach up and grab a boob in each hand, guiding our rhythm by squeezing her tits. “Harder, you must be harder!” she exclaims. “Treat me like a whore!”
”Oh, is that what you like?” I respond. “Then turn over and I’ll fuck you like a dog fucks his bitch!” With that she pulls off, rolls over and gets to her hands and knees. I roughly reposition her to the edge of the bed so I can stand behind her. Her vulva is swollen and oozing creamy grool, and as I enter her from the rear, her vagina closes around my jutting erection. I begin thrusting harder into her core. In the mirror beside the bed I can see her boobs swaying and bouncing, so I push harder. Her blowjob earlier has given me more stamina, and the Viagra is keeping me rock hard, so I grunt as I give her what she demands.
”Harder, harder!” she pants,” Dominate me like your bitch!” I slap her ass cheeks. “Yes, that’s it!” she gasps, “ Fuck me!”
I’m giving her all I’ve got, and she suddenly arches her back and grinds against my dick. Her hand is furiously rubbing her twat as her vagina starts contracting on my penis - this is no fake orgasm! Her thighs quiver and she grunts, “Unh - unh - OOH - FUCK!!”
I’m still feeling her contractions for a long time afterwards. I draw my cock out, all covered in her white girl cum, and point it at her anus. “Oh do you want my ass?” Lara says. “That costs extra, you know.”
”Don’t worry, just add it to my bill,” I growl as I position my erect rod at her brown spot. Her ass is tight and difficult to penetrate at first, but she gradually relaxes her sphincter until my glans can just poke inside her. My cock is well lubed with her pussy juices and I plunge my fingers into her still gaping cunt to gather more juice and smear it around her butthole. Then I deliberately push my way into her, her rectum even warmer than her vagina had been!
“Ouch - don’t be in a hurry,” she pleads. As she gets used to the sensation, I let her set the tempo until she starts rocking back and forth on my dick. I reach under her and grope her breasts, now swinging freely as she pumps her ass on me. “Please don’t cum in my ass,” she begs.
”Why not?” I mutter as my cock slides up her poop chute.
“Because it makes such a mess that my husband will know. It doesn’t come out like my pussy does but drips for a long time,” she explains.
Reluctantly I pull my organ out of her butt cheeks. “Then roll over,” I demand, positioning her on her back.
I pause to aim myself at her swollen pussy. Her outer labia are now dark and engorged, and her clitoris is bulging out above her womb entrance. I sink my dick into her and her legs wrap around me, pulling me deep inside her. Her walls feel like wet satin, her musk fills the room, and we begin making the two backed b**st. Our lips meet and I taste her lipstick, as we grind. Her tits are crushed against my ches, and as we hump I feel her finger enter my asshole! I mutter a surprised oath, but she continues to finger my ass as we grind. My entire body and consciousness have contracted to my penis, the rest of the world forgotten as the sensations intensify.
”Fuck me, Bob,” she begs. “Give me your seed!”
“Are you sure? Do you still want me to cum inside?”
”Yes! Make me a baby!” she cries, frantically pulling my ass deeper inside. “I want your sperm!”
I don’t know if that’s a trick that women of her profession use to encourage the climax of coitus, or whether she was actually in the sexual throes of her own orgasmic bliss, but it certainly had a powerful effect upon me! I felt my own sex organ swell up as if we’re about to burst - what had been hard became almost painful as my gonads tried desperately to seek an egg to mate with….
Shuddering, I feel my semen erupt deep inside her birth canal, accompanied by my grunts of pleasure. “Oh god - fuck - AAH!” I criy out, my sperm shooting into her womb, seeking her cervix and the mysterious places beyond where her fertility lurks! I feel pulse after pulse as her vagina contracts, milking me with her expertise earned in many a client’s beds. I collapse onto her, squashing those leaking globes, all my energy spent. We lay together, our chests heaving in rhythm as we recover from our exertions, the sacred Congress of copulation completed.
Finally I lift from her, our sweat sticking us together for a last moment. My flaccid penis now limp, I reluctantly withdraw from her wet home, and watch as a trickle of white fluidsmstarts to ooze from her gaping cunt. She Kegels and a thick blob of my semen mixed with her own cum bubbles out, running down her ass crack… I cannot resist bending to her crotch and lapping between her dripping thighs and slurp up a good mouthful of our mixed fluids, I lean up and kiss her, letting her taste the fruits of our Union…
”Was that good?” she smiles.
“It was fantastic!” I reply, my dick enjoying how she sucks me clean. I nestle in behind her, my now useless dick nestled between her buttocks, my hand cupping her breasts. MWe speak in whispers, as I tell her how tight her anus was and how amazing her skills are. She softly strokes my cock, squeezing it gently as she admits how she enjoys being dominated in bed. I beg her to stay the night, offering to pay again for the privilege of waking up to her in the morning, but she demurs.
”I must go home to my baby and my husband,” Lara explains. “My son must have his night time feeding - if there’s any left in my boobs!”
She rises and goes into the bathroom, squatting on the toilet while yet more cum drips from her pussy. Then she pisses, her legs wide apart as I watch. She motions me over to her on the toilet and gently takes my dick to her lips and gives it a kiss. “Thank you, my big friend!” she says, licking the tip. Then she moves to the bidet and washes out her cunt, then pats it dry with a towel. She returns to the living room and pulls up her leggings, pausing to insert a tampon. “To soak up your sperm,” she explains, “so my husband doesn’t suspect what I was doing this evening. I was supposed to be out with my “girl friends,”
I watch as she adjusts her skirt, then steps into her heels. Finally she picks up her bra - I can’t resist kissing her erect nipples one last time - then arranges her tits in their harness. Her sweater follows, and I move to get her coat. She bends over to pick up her earnings, and impulsively I say,”Wait a moment” and go to my trousers, extract my wallet and add another pair of hundreds. “That’s for your ass and a great evening,” I explain.
I get her coat and hold it for her and we walk to the door. We share one last lingering kiss, and i tell her, “I’ll be back in St. Petersburg in a few months…”
”Oh, wonderful!” she says. “Perhaps by then I will know if you’ve made me pregnant?”
And then she’s gone….
Heart suddenly pounding, i go to the door and peer through the peephole. She stands there patiently, eyes downcast. It is her!
I open the door and say, “Larissa?”
“Da. Robert?” She says my name softly.
”Yes. Would you like to come in?”
‘
She is a shining mass of long blonde hair sweeping into my rooms, walking proud and erect as she gazes around the living room and walks - or rather, glides - to the window overlooking St. Petersburg. The sun is sinking into the west, the glowing light outlining her slender body wrapped in a knee length coat.
“May I take your coat?” I suggest, as she turns from the window.
“Yes, please,” she smiles. “You have a very nice view from here,” she says in somewhat accented English. “It is very cold outside.”
”Oh, I think the view inside is even better with you in it,” I say. “My god, you’re even more beautiful than your photos!”
”Spasibo,” she says, showing her perfect smile and white teeth dazz;ing. “I hoped not to disappoint you…”
i take her coat and lay it on the back of the sofa. Underneath her coat she is wearing a form fitting sweater, the top buttons open to reveal a swelling bosom with a hint of cleavage promising the delights to come. Her curves taper down to a slim waist before flaring to womanly hips, tightly clad in leggings under her skirt that reaches almost to her knees.
“Would you like something to drink?” I suggest. “I have wine, vodka, or ???”
”A glass of wine would be - nice,” she says.
I pour us each a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. We sit down on the sofa, a foot apart. My eyes travel over her, feasting on her in anticipation of what is to come. “There is a matter to do first,” Larissa says apologetically.
”Of course,” I reply, reaching into my hip pocket and extracting my wallet. “Five hundred US dollars, right?” I say, looking into her green grey eyes.
“Yes, that is correct,” she says. I count out five hundred dollar bills, then looking directly at her, lay one more on the table in front of her, “That’s for being so beautiful tonight,” I say as she looks surprised.
“Thank you, Robert,” she says with a look of delight.
“Call me Bob,” I suggest.
”OK,” she says. “You may call me Lara then if we are to be good friends!”
We sip our wine as she tells me about herself. She is 26, married for 5 years and mother of a som almost 3. Her husband is 10 years older, and is often away on engineering work so she supplements her personal finances by meeting men for money. Her past includes being a teen model and now assists in a photo studio, grooming young girls for “modeling.” She keeps her sex work money for her son’s education, so I lay another hundred on the pile on the coffee table. “That’s for your son,” I state, and Lara beams.
”Would you mind standing up so I can look at you better?” I ask. She stands and twirls abound, her skirt flaring as she does so, her tight buns revealed in her white leggings. Playfully she lifts her skirt to show a perfect cameltoe and giggles. “Do you like what you see?”
“Oh yes!” I state emphatically. You are stunning!”
”You don’t think I am too old and fat and ugly? You wouldn’t rather have a younger girl?”
I respond by standing up and wrapping my arms around Larissa and moving my lips to hers. “You’re too beautiful to touch!”
”But I like to be touched,” she murmurs as our lips meet. “I truly enjoy my work….”
For a long time I revel in the taste of her soft lips, tugging her lower lip between mine, then I feel her tongue probing my lips. I open my mouth and her tongue eagerly slips inside, her breath tasting of wine and mints. Her bosom pressed against my chest, i feel the softness of her body as her chest heaves with her breathing. My hands slide down from her back to cup her ass cheeks, firm and muscular. Without me pulling her, she grinds her groin into mine and rubs her crotch against my swelling erection. “Oh, I see you like me!” She laughs, feeling my bulge. “Should I see what’s growing down there?”
”Soon,” I promise. But first I need to unwrap my gift!”
”Sure,” Lara says, “After all, you are the one who has paid for me…”
I tug at her sweater, and she lifts her arms to help. Her sweater rises to reveal her breasts, nestled in a lacy bra. As I lift it over her head, her long silky blonde hair falls in a cascade. It is held in a ponytail, which I run my hand through. “Would you like my hair undone?” She queries, so I agree. Her hair falls all down her back, then she playfully covers her breasts with it. ‘“I am so shy,” she giggles, spreading her hair over her tits.
“I don’t believe that for a minute!” I growl, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. “Oh my god, how did you ever grow such perfectly shaped tits!” I exclaim as her B cup breast are exposed, her nipples proud and erect.
“They were much smaller until I had my son,” she admits, “but I like them like this so I continue to nurse him.”
” They are still making milk?” I ask, amazed.
”Yes….” she says, lifting a nipple and pulling on it. A white spot appears and begins to drip. Lara looks up at me, smiling “See? They still make my son happy!”
“May I - May I have a taste?” I query, astonished at my good fortune!
”Of course you may - after all, you paid for whatever you wish…” she says softly, lifting her breast to offer it to my lips. I grasp her tit reveling in is softness and fullness. A pair of full B cups, filled with her baby’s nourishment Larissa’s nipples are not tiny virginal points, but a mother’s ripe confections, jutting proudly, surrounded by crinkled areolae. A drop of milk oozes from her right boob, so I greedily suckle it, feeling the warmth of her body flow into my mouth. Her milk is sweet and warm, and I am inhaling the scent of the perfume she has dabbed in the valley between her mammary glands. I gently fondle her left tit, and she responds by saying “You are being too gentle- here, you must SQUEEZE the milk out!”
With that, she sends a spray of thin streams from her left breast, hitting me in my face! I gasp as the hot liquid drips down into my eyes. “Ah, you like that?” she grins, squirting even more, her eyes dancing. Her chest jiggling as she giggles. I’m busy sucking as hard as I can, latched on as she urges me “More - HARDER - yes, you must suck like my baby if you want it!”
She sweeps her ass length hair around and uses it to tickle my nose with it. “Careful, you’re going to get your hair all wet,” I warn as I lift from her right nipple to attack her left tit, already dribbling her white nectar. “You like?”
All I can do is grunt my approval. It’s hard to talk with your lips wrapped around a succulent nipple the size of my fingertip… Don’t believe me? Just try to speak with your pinkie in your mouth to the first joint!
”You’ve had your fill now?” she asks. “ Is it my turn to taste your milk?” Her hands drift down to my wool slacks, fumbling with my belt buckle. I reach down to help her, but she bats my hands aside. “No, I do this!” she says triumphantly as my belt comes apart. My waist button is next, then she slowly unzips my trousers. “Ooh, I see you want me!” she murmurs as she tenderly fondles the front of my silk boxers. “Look, a wet spot!” she purrs as she slides her cheek against my bulging erection, straining to burst its confinement. With expert fingers, she caresses my genitalia through the soft cloth, making me painfully aware that I hadn’t had a release for over a week. My pants fall to the floor as she delicately tugs my boxers down until my manhood juts forth, already hard and oozing precum…
“You like sucking my tits - now I get to suck on my favorite thing, DICK!” she stated firmly. I stood helpless while she ran her tongue up the underside of my penis, stopping to twirl on my frenulum. “I know what men like!” she whispered, licking the drop of precum from my tip. “Ooh, you taste spicy,” she observed, licking her lips. I leaned down, tilted her head up and kissed her.
“As sweet as your milk?” I questioned as she licked her lips of the milk I had been saving in my mouth for her.
“No, yours is spicier. And salty, too” she exclaims and goes back to kissing my erection. Then she kisses my glans and slowly slides me into her wet, body temperature mouth. With her tongue tickling the underneath side of my cock, she begans sucking, her classical cheeks with her high cheekbones pulsing in and out. After a few minutes of loving
my erect shaft, she looks up at me and smiles, her eyes twinkling. “You like? I am a very good cocksucker!” she brags proudly. “I have had practice with many men!”
I gather her hair in my hands and pull her into my groin, feeling my cock disappear into her throat. She feels like a wet pussy as I thrust myself deeper down her throat, but after a few lunges against her tonsils she pulls back to breathe. “You like to fuck my face?” she gasps. “Many men like it that way…”.
“Yes, you have such lovely lips but I don’t want to cum until I’ve enjoyed more of you,” I say reluctantly, as I feel my impending release. “Let’s see the rest of you…”
She climbs up from her knees and helps me off with my shirt, placing my cuff links on the coffee table as she strips me. Lara stands before me, naked to her slim waist, her skirt and leggings still covering half of her. She unzips her skirt and steps out of it, then folds it carefully and places it on the armchair. In her white leggings and heels, she slowly turns, wriggles her perfect ass at me and laughs. “I work out, can you tell?” she says proudly. My gaze zooms in on her cameltoe, a slit with a bulge beginning to show at the apex of her crotch. I feel my heart pounding as I draw in a breath, anticipating what lay beneath. I move closer, run my hands over her ass and cup her sex. The heat coming from her groin is exciting! She holds my arm as she steps out of her heels, then begins unrolling the leggings to reveal her mostly shaved pussy, with a triangle of pubic hair pointing the way to my ultimate goal.
Again holding my arm for balance, she steps out of her leggings and stands before me, a nude Venus with her hair d****d partly over one breast, one hand shyly covering the Y of her thighs. Her hair reaches almost to her crotch, which she sweeps back and forth, tickling her pubic hair. My hand still grasping her vulva, I feel a trickle of liquid ooze out of her vagina. “I HAVE to taste you!” I demand. Taking her hand, I walk her over to the sofa and lay down supine, my erect penis jutting straight up. “Now lay down on me and spread those legs,” I insist.
She straddle me, then bends over to take my dick in her hand and whispers to it, “I am going to make you EXPLODE!” My view is of her tight anus above her glistening cunt, the folds surrounding her vaginal cavity a darker brown. Her lips are swollen, oozing her precious sex lubricant down her slit. I gently probe her vulva, noting the hard little button of her clitoris and that’s what I focus upon. Her hips flex in time with my probing, and soon she is giving my genitalia a treat to the same rhythm. She fondles my heavy testicles, weighing them in her soft hands, then playfully bites them from time to time as I groan my pleasure at her oral ministration.
In the meantime, I am slurping up the copious juices now flowing from her twitching cunt. Her ass wriggles up and down in front of my face as my tongue goes from her clit, down the furrow between her swollen labia, pauses to suck in some vaginal secretions, then up her perinium - THAT makes her jump! - and finally up to her brown anus, which always extracts a moan from her. Realizing that she enjoys anal play, I wet my finger and slowly work one inside, past her tight sphincter and into the burning body heat inside. The scent of her pussy overwhelms my nostrils, as I triy to shove my nose right up her birth canal! This is met by steadily increasing rocking of Larissa’s pelvis, and louder moans.
Apparently she is enjoying my foreplay as much as I am enjoying what she is doing to my cock! I insert my thumb between her perfect ass cheeks and worm it inside her as she begins urgently grinding her hips against my face, so I put my other hand under her tummy and begin stroking her now erect clitoris. I sneak a peek while she is raising her ass, and that beautifully pink, shiny bulb is protruding well out of her hood, glistening with the white moisture her pussy is now flowing. I can feel her wet nipples oozing milk, squashed against my belly as her head begins bobbing faster and faster. My balls are tingling now, telling me that they need to release my seed soon! I try to hold out long enough for her to climax, so now and then I cross my legs to tell her to slow down.
“You’re about to make me cum!” I warned my hard working “wife for a night.” Where should I…”
”In my mouth, of course!” she pleaded. “I love the taste of a man’s sperm!”
I don’t know if she is one of those women who orgasm when she sucks a man to orgasm (like some I’ve known) or whether she is just doing a professional job of faking an orgasm - given her choice of careers, it’s kind of a necessary skill - but she begins shaking and moaning as I feel the juice boil out of my nuts and up my urethra into her eagerly awaiting mouth! I shudder with the intensity of my climax, spurting again and again between her lips into her now slimy oral orifice as she drains my scrotum of a week’s pent up semen…. My hips thrust against her face, bucking the last of my spend as she milks my dick dry. I lap the honey dripping from her cunt, savoring the taste of her most intimate place as she tenderly kisses my softening dick, as my heart rate finally begins to subside. I twitch a couple of times with aftershocks, it has been so long since I’ve had such an orgasm…
Lara finally rises from my limp penis and turns to me with her lips pursed. I realize that she wants to kiss me, so I sit up and meet her lips. To my surprise, she opens my lips with her tongue and promptly sends a gush of my sperm into my mouth! To my delight, it is still thick and salty! She works her tongue around inside my mouth, making sure I tasted it over all my taste buds, then withdraws with a smile. “You like?” she questions.
“Honey, I didn’t like that,” Her face falls. “I LOVED it! I exclaim.
I lay another $100 on the table with her growing pile. “I’m hungry after that. Would you like something to eat? If you have time, of course?”
”I have until time I must go home,” she replies, taking another sip of wine. We order from room service, and since it will take a half hour, Lara decides to clean our sweat off in the shower. She squeals with delight when she sees the suite’s bathroom, with an oversized shower, bidet and gleaming fixtures. She insists I join her in the double sized glass walled shower with dual heads and corded handheld head. I squirt her with the handheld, she slaps my ass back laughingly, and I swat her swaying, swollen tits. - which earned me a tight yank on a part of my anatomy that is no longer drooping and flaccid! I make super sure that her breasts and genital region are thoroughly scrubbed, yes, even inside! - and marvel at how her delightful body captivates my attention. There’s nothing finer than a slippery wet nude goddess to revive my urges! We sort of lose track of time - we are still drying each other off, with lots of fondling and giggling, when room service arrives with dinner. We look at each other, shrug and go to the door naked to accept the delivery. The bellboy’s eyes widen when we open the door, both of us trying our best to keep straight faces as he pushes the cart into the room. He accepts my tip and backs out of the room, his eyes never leaving Larissa’s naked body. As soon as he leaves , we both burst out laughing like two k**s! “Did you see his eyes bug out?” I stammer, barely able to talk.
”I know he will have to - what do you call it?” she manages to spit out, her hand going up and down, mimicking masturbation.
”Jack himself off?” I suggest.
”Da, jackoff!” she splutters. “He will be masturbating in the stairway going back!”
I go into the bedroom and in the closet are a number of terrycloth bathrobes with the hotel’s name embroidered on them. I take the largest and hold out a smaller one for her, and we sit down for dinner. A second bottle of wine is decanted, and we feed each other bites of our exquisite dinner. After we finish, she stretches and, looking at my crotch, says “We still have an hour before I have to leave to go home to my son and husband… Is there anything you want to do now?”
It’s hard to hide what your libido wants when the evidence is poking out of a loosely tied bathrobe. Of course, the Viagra I consumed with our meal didn’t hurt, either…
”Yes there is,” I admit. “I have a need to fuck the pussy I just enjoyed tasting!”
”Oh, I hoped you would say that,” Lara says coquettishly, batting her long eyelashes at me. “I didn’t think that I ruined your dick!”
I open the door to the suite’s bedroom. By now it is dark, the lights of Leningrad a sparkling sea below us. She walks to the bed, discarding her robe as she goes. “This bed is so big - and soft, too!” she remarks, running her hands over the mattress and its pristine sheets. “What do you call these?”
“Egyptian cotton,” I reply, “almost satin, don’t you think?”
”They will feel very good against our skin,” she says , undoing the sash of my robe and throwing it to the floor. “Do you want to turn the lights off first?”
”No, I want them on if you don’t mind - I want to see your body!” I demand.
“Then you may look all you want,” Larissa says, throwing her robe off and flopping down onto the bed, then raising her legs apart to reveal her cunt. I take hold of her foot and suck on her toes. “Mmmh,” she exhales, “That tickles!”
I begin tracing my fingertips up and down her legs, from her ankles to her inner thighs as she coos. I suckle the toes of her other foot, then take both her big toes into my lips. Her legs quiver as her fingers find her twat and she begins caressing her clit. “You will make me horny doing that,” she encourages me, her fingers now circling her exposed sex button. “Would you like to come inside?”
I reach for a condom. “Oh, we don’t need that unless you want to,” she says, frowning. “I’d rather feel your cock without it…”
I stretch out on my back, my shaft pointing to the ceiling. “Come here and climb aboard,” I invite her. “This way I can see you best.”
She rolls over and straddles my thighs, her long hair flowing around her. She takes her hair, gathers it in her hand, and uses it to tickle my dick. As she brushes her hair over my penis, she giggles and her breasts jiggle. “Such a lovely cock,” she breathes, “You know that I just love a man’s cock, how it goes from soft to hard and then soft again!”
She rubs her twat until her hand is wet with her vaginal juice, then lovingly smears her natural lubricant all over my straining erection. She can’t resist planting a kiss on my cockhead, then scoots forward and poises her pussy over my awaiting man flesh. She slowly lowers herself down until my glans meets her swollen folds, then eases herself down. As my hardon disappears into her body, I feel the heat of her sex wrap around me- the sensation is exquisite! She lowers her slit down halfway, then raises up again so I can feel her labia sc**** the underside of my organ. Then lowers herself again and once more, until her thighs are seated on mine and I am fully inside.
”I can feel you all the way to my womb!” she pants, “Oh it makes me feel so full!” I groan as she begins grinding up and down, her breasts bouncing on her chest. I reach up and grab a boob in each hand, guiding our rhythm by squeezing her tits. “Harder, you must be harder!” she exclaims. “Treat me like a whore!”
”Oh, is that what you like?” I respond. “Then turn over and I’ll fuck you like a dog fucks his bitch!” With that she pulls off, rolls over and gets to her hands and knees. I roughly reposition her to the edge of the bed so I can stand behind her. Her vulva is swollen and oozing creamy grool, and as I enter her from the rear, her vagina closes around my jutting erection. I begin thrusting harder into her core. In the mirror beside the bed I can see her boobs swaying and bouncing, so I push harder. Her blowjob earlier has given me more stamina, and the Viagra is keeping me rock hard, so I grunt as I give her what she demands.
”Harder, harder!” she pants,” Dominate me like your bitch!” I slap her ass cheeks. “Yes, that’s it!” she gasps, “ Fuck me!”
I’m giving her all I’ve got, and she suddenly arches her back and grinds against my dick. Her hand is furiously rubbing her twat as her vagina starts contracting on my penis - this is no fake orgasm! Her thighs quiver and she grunts, “Unh - unh - OOH - FUCK!!”
I’m still feeling her contractions for a long time afterwards. I draw my cock out, all covered in her white girl cum, and point it at her anus. “Oh do you want my ass?” Lara says. “That costs extra, you know.”
”Don’t worry, just add it to my bill,” I growl as I position my erect rod at her brown spot. Her ass is tight and difficult to penetrate at first, but she gradually relaxes her sphincter until my glans can just poke inside her. My cock is well lubed with her pussy juices and I plunge my fingers into her still gaping cunt to gather more juice and smear it around her butthole. Then I deliberately push my way into her, her rectum even warmer than her vagina had been!
“Ouch - don’t be in a hurry,” she pleads. As she gets used to the sensation, I let her set the tempo until she starts rocking back and forth on my dick. I reach under her and grope her breasts, now swinging freely as she pumps her ass on me. “Please don’t cum in my ass,” she begs.
”Why not?” I mutter as my cock slides up her poop chute.
“Because it makes such a mess that my husband will know. It doesn’t come out like my pussy does but drips for a long time,” she explains.
Reluctantly I pull my organ out of her butt cheeks. “Then roll over,” I demand, positioning her on her back.
I pause to aim myself at her swollen pussy. Her outer labia are now dark and engorged, and her clitoris is bulging out above her womb entrance. I sink my dick into her and her legs wrap around me, pulling me deep inside her. Her walls feel like wet satin, her musk fills the room, and we begin making the two backed b**st. Our lips meet and I taste her lipstick, as we grind. Her tits are crushed against my ches, and as we hump I feel her finger enter my asshole! I mutter a surprised oath, but she continues to finger my ass as we grind. My entire body and consciousness have contracted to my penis, the rest of the world forgotten as the sensations intensify.
”Fuck me, Bob,” she begs. “Give me your seed!”
“Are you sure? Do you still want me to cum inside?”
”Yes! Make me a baby!” she cries, frantically pulling my ass deeper inside. “I want your sperm!”
I don’t know if that’s a trick that women of her profession use to encourage the climax of coitus, or whether she was actually in the sexual throes of her own orgasmic bliss, but it certainly had a powerful effect upon me! I felt my own sex organ swell up as if we’re about to burst - what had been hard became almost painful as my gonads tried desperately to seek an egg to mate with….
Shuddering, I feel my semen erupt deep inside her birth canal, accompanied by my grunts of pleasure. “Oh god - fuck - AAH!” I criy out, my sperm shooting into her womb, seeking her cervix and the mysterious places beyond where her fertility lurks! I feel pulse after pulse as her vagina contracts, milking me with her expertise earned in many a client’s beds. I collapse onto her, squashing those leaking globes, all my energy spent. We lay together, our chests heaving in rhythm as we recover from our exertions, the sacred Congress of copulation completed.
Finally I lift from her, our sweat sticking us together for a last moment. My flaccid penis now limp, I reluctantly withdraw from her wet home, and watch as a trickle of white fluidsmstarts to ooze from her gaping cunt. She Kegels and a thick blob of my semen mixed with her own cum bubbles out, running down her ass crack… I cannot resist bending to her crotch and lapping between her dripping thighs and slurp up a good mouthful of our mixed fluids, I lean up and kiss her, letting her taste the fruits of our Union…
”Was that good?” she smiles.
“It was fantastic!” I reply, my dick enjoying how she sucks me clean. I nestle in behind her, my now useless dick nestled between her buttocks, my hand cupping her breasts. MWe speak in whispers, as I tell her how tight her anus was and how amazing her skills are. She softly strokes my cock, squeezing it gently as she admits how she enjoys being dominated in bed. I beg her to stay the night, offering to pay again for the privilege of waking up to her in the morning, but she demurs.
”I must go home to my baby and my husband,” Lara explains. “My son must have his night time feeding - if there’s any left in my boobs!”
She rises and goes into the bathroom, squatting on the toilet while yet more cum drips from her pussy. Then she pisses, her legs wide apart as I watch. She motions me over to her on the toilet and gently takes my dick to her lips and gives it a kiss. “Thank you, my big friend!” she says, licking the tip. Then she moves to the bidet and washes out her cunt, then pats it dry with a towel. She returns to the living room and pulls up her leggings, pausing to insert a tampon. “To soak up your sperm,” she explains, “so my husband doesn’t suspect what I was doing this evening. I was supposed to be out with my “girl friends,”
I watch as she adjusts her skirt, then steps into her heels. Finally she picks up her bra - I can’t resist kissing her erect nipples one last time - then arranges her tits in their harness. Her sweater follows, and I move to get her coat. She bends over to pick up her earnings, and impulsively I say,”Wait a moment” and go to my trousers, extract my wallet and add another pair of hundreds. “That’s for your ass and a great evening,” I explain.
I get her coat and hold it for her and we walk to the door. We share one last lingering kiss, and i tell her, “I’ll be back in St. Petersburg in a few months…”
”Oh, wonderful!” she says. “Perhaps by then I will know if you’ve made me pregnant?”
And then she’s gone….
1 year ago
