But first, an interlude

Sam's cock was already stirring in the shower, but he wanted to use the time he had with Vixen to enjoy himself, and he was not in a hurry. He kissed her again, as their soapy bodies slid against each other, enjoying every touch of her young, lithe figure, knowing that this may be his only night with her.

She returned the kiss, delighted at how the evening was turning out. Yes, it was a job, but it was a job she enjoyed. And she'd be lying to herself if Sam's enormous cock hadn't turned her on tremendously. Though she preferred not to, she sometimes had to fake orgasms and had gotten very good at it. When Sam went down on her, though, that was 100% real, and it had definitely been up there in terms of top orgasms of her young life thus far.

They dried off and put on the fluffy, white hotel robes. As a courtesy for booking the expensive top floor suite, the hotel had left a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket in the living room area. Sam popped the cork and poured them two glasses, and they lounged on the couch sipping. Vixen dangled her legs over his lap, like lovers would, and sipped her champagne.

"So, Sam," she smiled at him and flashed her dazzling green eyes again, "I have a feeling you weren't able to tell me the full story down in the bar."

He smiled back at her, and felt his worries melt away, at least a little.

"Well, it can be embarrassing, but–well–my..." he stammered, looking down.

She followed his eyes to his crotch, and slide her foot along his thigh, parting his rob slightly.

"Your beautiful, enormous cock?"

He choked a little on his champagne, and they both laughed.

"Yes, well. Not everyone sees it that way."

"I imagine it could be intimidating for some girls." She saw him redden slightly. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." She pulled her legs up.

He grabbed her calf, keeping her legs in place. When she relaxed, he slid his hand up her smooth, tanned leg, feeling the soft, powerful muscles. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and she felt herself becoming aroused again.

"It's okay, I think I want to talk about it." He took a deep breath. "It's been hard–" she laughed at the choice of words, and he laughed as well, "it's been difficult. My fiancée," he frowned a little, suddenly thinking of her, "she can only take me a little bit, and not very often, and I don't know that I realized how much I need..." he trailed off again.

Vixen sat up and put her hand on his cheek gently, turning him to face her as she gazed into his deep blue eyes, full of sadness.

"You need more," she emphasized.

His lips turned up so slightly, only a skilled practitioner like Vixen could notice.

"Yes," he whispered.

She brought her face forward, and they both closed their eyes as they shared a lovers' kiss.

Vixen was incredibly turned on, but would be lying if Sam's cock didn't intimidate her. Still, she was hoping that she might continue the night, maybe even convert this first-timer into a regular, if she did her job right.

"I hope it's something I can give you," she whispered back.

All of a sudden he stood up and pulled her with him. She saw his huge cock was fully hard again, pushing the robe aside and pointing just slightly upward at her, begging for her attention.

"Can we go to the bed?" he asked simply, almost like a virgin too scared to believe it's finally happening.

She grabbed her bag, hoping she had remembered her extra-large condoms, and guided him to the bedroom.