Alyssa Final

Warren slowly removed his penis from her, allowing her to feel the blocked cum begin to trickle out of her. Alyssa lays on the bed, panting and feeling the lingering pleasure of their orgasms still coursing through her veins. She felt Warren's hands still on her hips, and when she looked into his eyes, a burning desire shone through. A surprise rushed through Alyssa as she felt Warren flip her onto her stomach and pull her hips up. He wasn't done yet.

Her face pressed into the pillows, Alyssa can feel Warren's hard cock pressing between her thighs. His touch is gentle as he fondles her ass and then, without warning, he shoves himself into her, filling her with warmth and pleasure. Warren's strokes are rough and unrelenting as he thrusts faster and harder with each passing moment. Alyssa can feel his hand leave her hip before he reaches around, his fingers teasing and tugging at her nipples in a way that sends a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Very few of Alyssa's clients can achieve the feat of ejaculating three times during their stay with her; a mix of time and age often thwarting their efforts. So when Warren plunged into her after cumming a second time, it was a complete surprise. His thrusts pounded hard into her slightly-exhausted body, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips that were muffled by the pillows. Warren's hands were constantly rubbing her nipples and trailing her body, producing ever-greater moans of delight and exhaustion from her body.

After pounding into her passionately for a while, Warren's hands left her breasts and moved to pull Alyssa up into an embrace. She felt her body press against his as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. Alyssa's moans, no longer muffled by the pillows, filled the room with a passionate sound. Reaching her arms up over her head, Alyssa ran her fingers through Warren's hair, bringing his mouth down onto her neck. With each thrust, Alyssa felt her pleasure build until she was overcome with a wave of intense pleasure.

Alyssa was **** for her third and final orgasm of the night: her body responded to Warren's powerful thrusts with an eager hunger. His hands slid down her body to her clit, and her hands tangled in his hair, each caress sending a wave of pleasure through her body. When his touch finally reached her trembling clit, she couldn't help but arch against him, her hands clenching frantically in his hair. She moved against him, her **** search for her own orgasm intensifying, when suddenly, taking them by surprise, they fell backwards into the bed. Alyssa had thrusted back into Warren too hard and they had gone tumbling.

The fall sent her heart pounding with a surge of adrenaline that coursed through her body. The terror of falling stunned her as she lay against Warren's chest, his penis still snugly nestled in her pussy. Taking a moment to steady her racing heart, Alyssa could feel Warren's hands move, one settling on her chest and the other trailing back down to her pussy. Clearly, the fall hadn't affected him in quite the same way as it had her, as he began to slowly thrust upwards into her, eliciting a low moan from her lips.

Alyssa begins grinding her hips in time with Warren's passionate thrusts, sending shivers of pleasure through her body as his powerful member rubs against her inner walls. She hungers for a release, her exhausted body begging for rest, and soon her efforts are rewarded as Warren's thrusts become increasingly faster, his sensitive manhood eagerly responding to her tight walls. The waves of her oncoming orgasm grows stronger, and the intensity of their lovemaking escalates as they strive to reach their climax together.

Alyssa's hips moved with a ferocity that seemed to come from the depths of a raging storm, her craving for one last climax of the evening propelling her forward. Warren's hands glided down her body, igniting a trail of fire that blazed all the way to her clit. As his touch caused her to shiver with pleasure, her fingers dug into his hair, and with each thrust, Alyssa felt herself growing ever closer to her orgasm. And when it finally came, it was like a thunderous wave of pure ecstasy washing over her.

Alyssa lays limp and exhausted, barely having the strength to move, as Warren's final passionate explosion of pleasure filled her aching pussy. As she lays against Warren's chest, her eyelids grew heavy and sleep began to beckon, the two of them enveloped in an exquisite afterglow of their passionate exploration of pleasure. After a short rest, she could feel Warren begin to stir under her, as he gently moved her off his chest and laid her down on the bed.

After placing her down on the bed, Warren quickly ran off before returning with a couple of towels and began to tend to her with gentle, loving care, wiping the sweat away from her body and catching the pooling cum seeping from her cum-filled hole. She is so exhausted that she allows Warren to take care of her without a word, her body racked with fatigue. Warren carefully tucks her into bed, her hips placed on a towel as he lovingly pulls the blanket over her nude figure, ensuring her complete comfort before he steps away.

As Warren moves to start drying himself off, Alyssa can't help but admire the seemingly boundless vigor that radiates from him. With a sense of awe, she watches as he dries himself off before gracefully gliding across the room to open the window, letting in a gentle breeze to disperse the musky aroma of their passionate night. A moment later he leaves the bedroom then returns, with two glasses of water in hand, and slides into bed beside her, seemingly unaffected by the exhaustion of their night together. She looks up at him in admiration, overcome by the sheer magnitude of his strength and energy.

After Warren enters the bed, she uses the last of her strength to snuggle up against Warren's warm body, feeling the cozy embrace of his arms. The room had been filled with a slight chill from the cracked window, but the warmth of his body was enough to keep her comfortable. Exhaustion quickly took over her as mere moments after snuggling up to Warren, she melted into the peaceful embrace of sleep.

Alyssa is jolted from her slumber by the sudden movement of the bed, her sleepy eyes blinking open. She spots Warren's silhouette making its way towards the bathroom door, seeing that he had inadvertently woken her he hesitated for a moment before turning to face her. His lips parting to offer a soft apology for waking her. He then tentatively suggests that they take a shower together, an invitation that could be interpreted as either an innocent gesture or an encore to the passionate night they'd just shared. She takes a moment to look into his eyes, searching for the answer to the question that lingers in the air.

Feeling the bone-deep exhaustion still sapping her strength, Alyssa desperately hoped it wasn't the latter, as she searched his gaze for an answer. Time seemed to stand still as she tried to gauge the depths of his offer. No matter how hard she looked, she could not find any hint of passion or longing in his gaze. His offer to shower with him was pure and innocent, and Alyssa was sure that if she accepted, he would treat her with the same gentle care and tenderness that he had shown when he had lovingly wiped her body before bed.

Alyssa denies Warren's offer. She turns away, her body aching for rest and solace, and she finds it in the comfort of the warm bed. Warren takes her rejection surprisingly easily, his eyes distant as if he truly didn't care whether or not she joined him. Sleep comes surprisingly easy to her as her worries drift away, her body soothed by the sound of the rain pattering from the opened window and the shower running. She wraps herself in the sheets, allowing the peace of the moment to lull her into a light sleep.

The smell of food wafting in from the kitchen was enough to stir Alyssa from her slumber, a reminder that Warren was still here. The faint sound of dishes being cleaned was like a sweet serenade, seeping into the atmosphere and lulling Alyssa back to the present. Rolling over in the bed, she spotted the clock, its hands ticking ever so closer to the time Warren would soon have to leave her. She closed her eyes and waited to see what he would do in their final moments together.

She soon finds her answer as she hears his footsteps stop in the doorway, opening her eyes she sees Warren standing there a soft smile on his lips, eyes so gentle devoid of lust, as he watches her in bed. Noticing her eyes on him Warren opens his mouth starting with a playful banter before telling her he cooked up a portion of breakfast for her if she wanted some.

Alyssa, refusing his offer once again, rolls over and wraps herself in the inviting warmth of the sheets, sensing the conversation was drawing to a close. Warren observed her sleeping figure, while she desperately attempted to drift back to the realm of dreams. The clock relentlessly ticked away, serving as a reminder of the fleeting moments, when eventually Warren uttered his thanks to the silent room.

Alyssa rolls back over, her gaze lingering on his figure in the doorway as he continues expressing his heartfelt thanks. His eyes sparkle with a deep appreciation as she stares at him, drinking in his words. Alyssa's lips curl into a warm smile as she offers him a gentle 'you're welcome', before she softly remarks that she is indeed good at her job. Rolling back over, the conversation ends as Warren soon collects his belongings and leaves, the door closing behind him and bringing their time together to its conclusion.

Alyssa lies awake, her mind churning in the darkness, she can't believe she said those words to Warren. She had heard the weariness in his voice as he spoke of his job in the kitchen and how he could only say he was good at it, without any hint of enjoyment. His words had resonated with her, unable to be silenced. In a moment of rashness, she had repeated them back to him. She wished she had been more tactful, more diplomatic; wished she had simply said 'you're welcome' or 'hope to see you again' instead.

With a heavy sigh, she lies in bed, her thoughts lingering on the day she'd spent with Warren. It was a rare, welcome change from the usual routine: no need to yell out 'daddy' as a client took her, or to play the role of a family member. And, for the most part, Warren was kind and gentle to her. Though she wished his hands had stayed idle, instead of roughly kneading her nipples until they were raw.

The way he draped the blanket around her with such tenderness on the couch, his gentle caresses as he lovingly ran his fingers through her hair, to the final actions of wiping her clean and tucking her into bed. Most clients after making love to her just discard her or leave her lying in bed as they hastily get dressed and ready to leave, leaving her to struggle through the motions in her exhausted state.

Alyssa wearily dragged herself out of bed, her body screaming for respite. With a sigh of resignation, she reached for the window, firmly shutting out the chill that had seeped through the glass. A warm shower was the only thing that she thought might bring some relief. As she trudged towards the bathroom, an image of Warren standing in the doorway filled her mind. The bathroom lights had illuminated his body, revealing a road map of scars that snaked across his toned form.

The only one she felt must have been the most recent, as when she ran her fingers across his body where the scars should have been they were smooth except the one. The ghastly scar on his chest was rough and bumpy to touch, its raised surface a reminder of the pain and suffering he had endured. Stepping into the warm shower water, Alyssa was struck by the stark contrast between his physical wounds and the warmth of his soul - despite the damage that his body had experienced, he was the most compassionate of all her clients.

Sunday morning, Alyssa awoke with a start at 8:30, a familiar yet unwelcome sight. Despite the fatigue from the night before, she had ventured out to the library yesterday, returning books and checking out some new ones. She had spent the rest of the day lounging around the house, her body too exhausted from the night with Warren to do much else. With a sigh, she dragged herself out of bed and towards the living room, turning on the news as she made her way into the kitchen for something to drink.

The news mentioned the weather and traffic as she walked back into her bedroom, preparing her clothes and perfume for her scheduled client. Taking a deep breath, she thought of Warren briefly. He had mentioned yesterday being a big day for him at work. As she stepped into the warm, soothing shower, she wondered how the day had gone for him. The comforting sound of the water delicately drowned out the news in the other room.

"Now on to much grimmer news today, as police uncovered the body of a young man in his late 20's this morning. He had tragically been the victim of a savage beating, his face horribly disfigured beyond recognition. If anyone knows of someone close to them that has a large scar on their left-side chest and has mysteriously gone missing, please do not hesitate to contact the police with the information you have."