Alyssa Part Two

After the meal, Alyssa settled in on the couch, her delicate curves softly revealed by the shifting fabric of her clothes. Warren found himself in the kitchen doing the dishes as she flipped through the channels, after a few minutes she can feel Warren's eyes on her from the kitchen doorway. His gaze had become more intense, roaming her body hungrily. Alyssa soon heard Warren's footsteps as he approached, asking if she had found anything good to watch. She listed three options, pausing slightly on the last one, her favorite.

Warren, attuned to her subtle suggestion, opted for the crime special on the television for the evening. Alyssa couldn't explain why she had developed such an interest in crime shows; perhaps it had something to do with her first experience of being a courtesan. Facing that level of anger and **** from the patron, even as they grinned from ear to ear, had left an indelible mark on her, instilling her with the need to comprehend how someone could become so distorted.

The crime special was bone-chilling; a deep dive into the horrific acts of a serial killer, its victims, and the ripple effects of their untimely demise. The victims were heartbreakingly the main focus of the show, depicting the anguish of their families as they experienced the step by step process of grief, the tireless pursuit and investigation of the police, and how the victims most likely spend their last few days. As the show progressed, Alyssa slowly began to inch her body closer to Warren, from merely touching to finally finding solace in his lap. Warren, tenderly draped a blanket around her body as she lied in his lap, shielding her from the chill of the rainy night air.

The show advanced steadily with the killer making a mistake, in that time Warren had tenderly untied Alyssa's hair and ran his fingers through it, undoing the knots ever so carefully. Alyssa could feel his passionate care, his almost loving touch, as the show entered its last act. She attentively kept an eye on the time, knowing the show was drawing to a close. She began her slow, almost sultry, movements of her head rubbing it against Warrens crotch. Gradually heightening Warren's arousal as her head brushed against his flaccid cock. After all, she hadn't put her head in Warren's lap for comfort. After dinner it was always about sex and it was best to have positioned herself beforehand so they could get right into it.

As the show comes to the end, Alyssa can feel Warren's half-flaccid cock against her head, her slow, languid movements working as intended. When suddenly Warren lets out a soft chuckle in response to one of the families on the show talking about miracles, Alyssa finds herself drawn in, turning her head in his lap and looking up at Warren with curiosity, she asks if he finds anything funny about miracles. She can see the surprise on Warren's face when he realizes he had unknowingly let loose a small laugh, before he takes a small moment to ponder and respond to her question.

Alyssa stares intently into Warren's eyes as he runs his fingers through her hair and parts his lips to answer her question. Warrens reply slightly lacking as he started, instead he talked about how there was a crucial misinterpretation or fact forgotten by people when they talked about miracles that brought the chuckle to his lips. Interested Alyssa asked what is often overlooked about miracles, Warren's reply slightly stunned her, although she wasn't very religious herself, she had felt certain that she had a good understanding of what a miracle was. Yet here Warren was, conveying something she herself didn't think to deeply about.

Warren explained that the devil works miracles too; in fact, even more so than God. To prove his point, he drew Alyssa's attention back to the show that was now wrapping up, showcasing the chilling end scene with an interview of the killer in prison. Warren said that one of the reasons it took so long to catch him was due to a miracle granted by the devil that was shown much earlier in the show. He then went on to talk about how he had seen such 'miracles' granted every day where he grew up.

Warren's words seemed to linger in the air like a heavy fog as the show came to an end, leaving a palpable weight in the atmosphere. Alyssa was reminded of a small detail that she had hastily skimmed over when reading Warren's profile. 'Entered through the west gate' Patrons often enter through any gate that is nearby, or one they have no particular connection to, so the information is often ignored by courtesans. Even though such a detail was noted in the profile, they rarely bother to read it, but with Warren words the ignored information now weighs heavy in Alyssa's mind.

Choosing not to expand on the topic, Alyssa instead reaches for the remote and switches to a music station, the soft melody of the song and the gentle patter of the rain blending together in the still night air. Warren's fingers remain entwined in her hair as she lays in his lap, their slightly depressing talk doing nothing to soften Warren's cock she had previously teased to half mast during the show.

After a few moments, Alyssa could feel the room thickening with growing sexual tension. Warren's hand moved from her hair down her shoulder to her hands, his rough calloused hands caressing her skin and uncovering her body to the cold night air, the blanket slipping away revealing her. His fingers drew circles of pleasure on the back of her hands, trailing along her skin hinting that it was time to start the night in earnest.

Alyssa moved onto her stomach, as Warren removed his pants revealing his half erect cock to the air. She inched herself forward, her movements sensual and deliberate as she positioned herself over his member, their intertwined bodies forming a turnstile symbol on the couch. She grabbed his throbbing cock and gave a few slow, teasing jerks. Puckering her lips, she planted a passionate kiss on the tip, before opening her mouth to run her tongue in sensuous circles around the head of his growing member.

She can feel the heat radiating off Warren's cock as she wraps her hand around it, feeling it swell in her grasp. Alyssa moves her head back and takes a moment to admire the full length of Warren's erection. Tilting her head, she presses her lips to the base of his shaft and runs her tongue up its length, savoring every inch of his flesh and collecting a few tantalizing drops of precum along the way. Warren offers a slow, tortured groan as she reaches the end, his pleasure evident in the sound.

Once she reached the tip, she eagerly parted her lips and devoured Warren's cock, hungrily lapping at it with every bob of her head. Although it was awkward taking a cock from the side like she was doing now, she managed to prop her torso up with her left hand and use the other to expertly jerk the shaft in a corkscrew motion, eliciting a chorus of moans from Warren's mouth.

When she began her blowjob in earnest, she could feel Warren's hands move tenderly to her head, caressing her hair as he pulled the strands away from her face and delicately grazing her neck. His finger then trailed down her neck, sending shivers down her spine as it lingered on her shoulder blades. As she increased the speed of her blowjob, she felt his finger slowly move to the small of her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

As Alyssa increased her speed, she could feel the small pulses of Warren's cock under her palms, and the slowly engorging head of his penis in her mouth. With each stroke, a wave of pleasure surged through her body, increasing her desire. Removing her mouth from the cock, she slid her tongue down the underside of his shaft, feeling the warmth and the texture of his skin. As their eyes met, the desire that had been hidden behind his eyes was now the only thing visible.

Opening her mouth Alyssa asks with a sultry purr, "Where do you want to cum, Warren?" Her tongue dances around his balls, leaving soft kisses as her hand alternates between slow, long strokes up and down his shaft and quick strokes focused on the tip. Warren replies through soft moans, relishing in the pleasure she brings him, "I have never been one for a mess Alyssa." Alyssa nods, understanding his response, and then plunges his cock back into her mouth.

Alyssa increased her pace, bobbing her head with an eager intensity as she sucked and licked Warren's cock with all her might. Her hand, slick with precum and her own saliva, worked in concert with her motions, jerking furiously on the shaft. She could feel the tension building in Warren's body, becoming taut with each stroke as his ejaculation drew ever closer. His once gentle touches over skin had become rough as he grabbed her head and increased her rhythm, forcing her faster and faster in search of his orgasm.

The sounds of passionate pleasure filled the room, the dirty sounds echoing off the walls and being overpowered by the moans and grunts of pure bliss. With a loud moan of utter satisfaction Alyssa felt Warren's cock pulse and release his cum, filling her mouth with glob after glob of sticky, warm cum. She savored each wave of pleasure, her tongue lashing the urethra as she swallowed the liquid pooling in her mouth.

Once she is certain that Warren's climax has come to an end, Alyssa tenderly removes her tongue from his spent cock and allows him to revel in the bliss of his orgasm. After a few moments, Warren's breathing gradually returns to its regular rhythm and Alyssa sits up, gazing at him with a seductive smirk as she inquires if they should take their tryst to the bedroom.

Her words seemed to ignite a flame of passion within Warren, and he sprang into action. He stood abruptly, leaving his clothes discarded on the floor, and swept her off her feet. She was engulfed in his strong arms as he carried her into the bedroom. Alyssa struggled to remember the last time she had been carried in such a way, her mind reeling back to her first few years in the business. Most of her regular clients were old and grey, and taking part in the roleplay they indulged in was becoming increasingly tiresome. Having someone so young and virile to be her partner for the night was a refreshing change.

Warren tenderly placed her onto the bed, his hands eagerly removing her shirt to reveal her delicate breasts encased in the fabric of her bra. His coarse, yet gentle hands moved across her hips, up her body and softly cupped her breasts, his fingertips grazing her sensitive nipples through the fabric. Alyssa let out a few pleasured moans as he caressed her, her nipples growing harder and harder with each stroke. Warren followed his tantalizing ministrations with a trail of kisses down her neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine as he pulled her bra off, exposing her petite breasts to the open air. Her nipples hardened as his hands moved over them, the pleasure coursing through her body.

After her breasts were fully revealed, Warren eagerly showered them with adoration, his tongue dancing circles around her nipples as his hands drifted lower and lower down her body, eventually finding her shorts. His worship of her small bust was interrupted as he instead left a trail of passionate kisses down her stomach, before expertly tugging her shorts and underwear down her thighs and throwing them on the floor of the bedroom.

Warren's fingers moved with aching slowness, gently caressing her pussy lips and sending a wave of pleasure washing through her body. His rough callused fingers traced her delicate folds, opening them up, reveling in her response. Alyssa looked at Warren and could see the mischievous glint in his eyes as they stayed locked on her expression while he tenderly moved his hands over her pussy. She felt his playful energy radiating off him, watching as he delighted in teasing her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, all while gazing into her eyes.

Alyssa wonders what he could possibly be looking for; it's as if his teasing actions and his persistent foreplay were all designed to elicit her own passionate longing for his touch, to match the ardent desire that Warren clearly feels for her. She stares into his eyes, letting out little gasps of pleasure as his fingers skit around her clit without ever making contact. Her breath coming in shallow gasps as she looked into his eyes with an intensity that spoke of her longing. Her moans grew louder, her hips instinctively arching as his fingers ghosted ever closer to her aching center.

Warren saw her eyes ablaze with passion as he thrust his fingers deep into her. Alyssa let out a low, guttural moan as he explored the contours of her inner walls. She could feel the roughness of his fingertips as he moved them with intensity, quickly and powerfully. Warren didn't waste any time starting slow, instead he immediately began to arouse her with a fervent fervor. His thumb circled her clit as he moved up her body to latch onto her nipples once more.

The fingering sent ripples of pleasure through Alyssa's body, the pulsing of her walls intensifying with each stroke as she felt her orgasm coming. Her breathing was shallow, her body trembling in anticipation. Warren could sense her nearing her peak, so he abandoned her breasts and descended his mouth on to her clit. With each flick of his tongue and gentle tug of his lips, she grew closer and closer to the edge until finally, the sensation rushed through her body like an uncontrollable wave and she was swept away.

Alyssa released an ecstatic moan as she came, savoring the waves of pleasure that swept through her body. She could still feel Warren's delicate fingers and the gentle laps of his tongue on her clit, teasing her with each movement as her orgasm intensified. When it finally subsided, Warren stopped, allowing her a few moments to catch her breath and revel in the aftermath of her climax. Taking a few moments to catch her breath, Alyssa can feel the bed shift as Warren moves, positioning himself between her legs, allowing his hard, pulsing cock to rest against her entrance.

Alyssa looks up at Warren, his white dress shirt clings to his body, emphasizing his masculine form as it loomed over her. Alyssa's eyes can't help but wander to his hips, as they slowly thrust forward, inch by inch, filling her with an exquisite pleasure that had her moaning in delight. Her body quivered with delight as her walls embraced the new invader, instinctively tightening around him sending waves of pleasure as she feels Warren's cock. With each inch of his manhood that entered her, a small moan of pleasure escaped their lips as if in unison.

Unlike when Warren had been fingering her, he moved much slower now, thrusting and hilting himself with deep, languid strokes that made her gasp with joy. He savored every moment, his body shuddering with pleasure as her walls clung to him. Both of them reveling in the profound connection of their bodies, the pleasure of the moment.

With his slow, tantalizing thrusts, Warren's hands went back to work, roaming her body and teasing her nipples, his hands refusing to stay idle. Alyssa's hands reached up, **** to feel the contours of his body, but her fingers were met only with fabric. A spark of displeasure lit her face, a mix of frustration and arousal coursing through her veins. She felt so ****, lying there completely exposed to Warren while he remained partially clothed. It had been too long since she had been with such a fit, healthy client, and she wanted to savor every inch of him while she still could.

Warren could sense the tension in the air, as if her displeasure was a tangible thing. His pounding thrusts began to decrease in speed, and as he peeled off his dress shirt, Alyssa's eyes lit up with a passion that had been hidden before. Her hands eagerly explored his body, just as his had explored hers moments before, caressing each muscle and curve with an almost feverish desire. His movements returned to the passionate pace before he had removed his shirt, plunging deep and strong.

Pulling Warren close, Alyssa's fingers tenderly explored his body, tracing the contours of his torso as they ran from his toned stomach up to his collarbone. Her fingertips soon found themselves lingering over Warren's heart, where she felt a raised patch of skin, a scar that seemed to wrap around the left side of his chest. Her fingertips stilled for a moment, before quickly moving past it, grazing his nipples, which she gave special attention to.

Having her fingers scour across Warren's body, teasing his nipples, has clearly excited him. His moans become more passionate as his thrusts become faster and more intense. She pulls him close, her hands exploring his muscles as his hips crash against hers in a wild, uncontrolled rhythm. His head nestles against her collarbone, peppering her with kisses before trailing down and lavishing her nipples with his gentle nibbles. The sensations are electric, fueling her own passion and desire.

Alyssa's pleasure reaches its apex as Warren's thrusts become more urgent and passionate. His powerful thrusts send her over the edge and her body quivers and throbs with pleasure. Her walls tighten around his cock, squeezing and pulsing as she nears her peak. She can feel the intensity of her orgasm building up inside her, every thrust sending an electrifying jolt through her body that makes her tremble with pleasure. Her breathing gets ragged and her heart starts to thud in her chest with each thrust. She can feel the warmth of her own orgasm radiating through her body as she clutches onto Warren tightly, her cries of pleasure echoing in the room.

The waves of pleasure become sharper and more intense, rising higher and higher until she feels like she's about to burst. Her back arches and her breathing is coming in shallow, ragged gasps as the pleasure builds to its crescendo. Finally, the orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, washing through her body and consuming her in an inescapable wave of pleasure. Her back arches and her toes curl as she feels the cum entering her body. She can feel it pooling in her belly, swirling and pushing against her walls. Alyssa can feel her body quivering with pleasure and her inner walls clench and pulse as the cum fills her up, flooding her with pleasure and satisfaction. Her walls continue to tighten around him, milking him with every ripple of pleasure until she's finally spent, collapsing in a satisfied heap.