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His Lady
By Jules |
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He crashed into her life like the sea crashing
against the rocks. His essence was strong, powerful and it ebbed
with a masculine sexuality that exuded from each and every one of
his pores. A sea captain by occupation; it was his love and
respect for the water that made him that way. The sea would always
be his number one lady.
But when they met that Saturday night, it was like fireworks
shooting off.
He was taken immediately by her curvaceous form that was covered
in a striking red outfit, that could have awoken the dead. Her
long auburn locks, was tied back neatly in French braid style that
swayed as she danced, or when she walked. But, mostly it was her
lush full lips that looked moist and ready to be kissed that
attracted him to her.
When the stranger first asked her to dance, his sparkling green
eyes had transfixed her first. His Southern drawl was like candy
to her ears as it wasn't often heard up in the North country.
Standing more than six feet tall and shoulders with a wide expanse
made her feel as if for the first time, she was being held in the
arms of a "real man."
The music turned to a slow blues ballad, which was perfect for a
tightly held, slow and sensual grinding dance motion. The type of
motion that comes naturally from two things, dancing to an old
blues ballad or making long slow passionate love to someone who
drives you wild. As they shared a very hot, deep and penetrating
kiss they both thought that the second reason sounded closer to
the truth for them.
His cock was hard, erect, and straining against the material of
his trousers as his mouth covered her hungrily. Her lips and her
cunt were wet, dripping from his kiss, his caresses and heated
anticipation of what was to come.
By the time that the bartender was calling out, "Last call, hotel
motel time," She was trembling with desire as his cock throbbed
against her, in his enraptured embrace.
He took her by the hand and led her to his vehicle out in the
parking lot. She leaned up against it as he pressed himself along
her form. Urgent kisses with groping hand working quickly in an
attempt to quell this sudden heated passion. Time stood still as
they became accustomed to each others mouth. The taste, the touch
the swirling of the tongues.
The parking lot was empty except for just the two, even the
bartender was on his way home. Under a solitary street light, he
laid her on the hood of his car. His hands reached under her short
red skirt and tugged down her hot pink thong panties in one smooth
motion.
Feeling the hot touch from his finger tips sent her into a moan.
Her pussy was a soaking mass of auburn ringlets, begging to be
teased even further. Of course, he was only too happy to oblige,
his fingers
entered her slit and felt the wet tissue of her folds. He
softly caressed her budding clitoris as he seductively looked up
at her.
"Oh please, please I could almost cum," she pleaded as she
squirmed on his hand. Moving his fingers in a milking motion he
jerked her little cock off until her hips bucked and her pelvis
lifted off the hood of the
vehicle. A geyser of hot liquid juice shot from her pussy and down
his arm.
She was still moaning as he slid her cum soaked ass off the hood,
and flipped her around. Her heart-shaped ass was exposed and
tilted up toward him now. He dropped his trousers and his heavy,
fat erection sprung out and into the night air.
His foot pushed her ankles, apart and her legs spread invitingly.
He rubbed his heavy cock along her slit to fully lubricate it. He
laughed as he listened to her moaning pleads of, "fuck me."
Fully lubricated, he pushed against her wet slit and pushed
himself in, so tight, so wet, and oh so very welcoming to his
hungry shaft. He thrust himself full length into her repeatedly.
As his cock plumbed her, his hands were busy milking her breasts
and nipples.
Their sweaty bodies could be heard making contact over and over
again, until he pulled out his shaft, and shot his streaming load
of cum across the top of her ass.
His ship was ready to cast off as he was arriving, he kissed his
angel of the night good bye and left her for his lady. |
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