Continuing the "date"

Both Sam and Vixen had to catch their breaths after an intense and satisfying fuck session. Their bodies were flushed, with a light sheen of sweat, but their hands idly played over each other as they lay side by side on their backs. At last, Sam rolled onto his side and caught sight of the clock.

"Oh shit!" he exclaimed. "We're over time."

Vixen rolled over to look at the clock as well, giving Sam a view of her incredible ass.

"Don't worry about, it's only 20 minutes." She smiled as she felt him spoon behind her, his breath warm on her neck. "But I should get going pretty soon." She felt his cock nestled against her ass, so large even when limp. "Though we could extend the time... if you want?"

Before she could say anything, Sam got up, went to his briefcase, took out an envelope and brought it too the bathroom. Vixen flashed her brilliant smile and walked over to him as he left the bathroom, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a sultry kiss.

"I'm so glad you found me, baby," she cooed.

Sam slid his arms down her naked torso to her narrow waist. "You have no idea how happy I am that I did," he replied.

She reluctantly pulled herself away from him and went to the bathroom to count the money in the envelope and freshen up. She felt her heart rate increase as she realized he'd come prepared–there was enough in the envelope to extend the date for the rest of the night. After finishing up in the bathroom she tucked the envelope into her purse and sauntered back out.

She found Sam sipping on his now warm glass of champagne as he looked idly out of the balcony door. He was still naked, as was she, and his enormous cock drew her eyes, somehow making her get wet again.

She sat down next to him and grabbed her own glass. Wordlessly, they clinked their glasses as they made eye contact, and both downed the remainder of the champagne. Each of their gazes roamed hungrily over the other. She sighed and nestled her head against his shoulder, as he wrapped his strong arm around her. Rarely had either of them felt so safe and satisfied.

They stayed in that silence for some time, occasionally sipping more champagne after Sam refilled their glasses. A question crept into Sam's mind and finally he broke their peaceful silence to ask.

"When you were, you know..."

Vixen giggled, "Whatever it is, I think we're a the point where you can name it." As if for emphasis, she let her hand crawl up his thigh near his monster cock, which twitched at the nearness of her.

He laughed, too. "When you were cumming, earlier–"

"For the third time tonight, you mean?" she interrupted him, and made him blush.

"Yeah, yes... well, you said my fiancée is 'a fucking idiot.'"

"And I meant it." She felt his cock start to inflate again, and let her fingers get closer, dancing on the inside of his thigh.

"It really..." he trailed off, and Vixen used that moment to wrap her fingers around his thickening beast. He groaned. "It really turned me on."

"It sent you over the edge, didn't it?" She didn't move her hand on his cock, just let her fingers barely touch the sensitive skin.

"Yes, it really did."

"Do you like thinking about putting her in her place?"

In reply, he leaned over and kissed her with a passion he didn't know he had, his tongue dancing with hers, his hands exploring every inch of her nubile flesh. Her fingers gripped his cock tighter than before, and she felt her pussy getting soaking wet again.

As their kiss broke, she smiled. "I'll take that as a yes." She kissed him again, more gently this time. "I'm here to explore any fantasy you might want, no matter how twisted, or dark... but right now I'm wondering if you'd be game for a fantasy of mine?"

He smiled, exhilarated. "Yes, of course! What is it?"

Her eyes moved to the balcony, and he felt himself get even more excited.