Dayna’s arrival

I hear a knock at the door. It’s 10:45. I get up and open it, inviting a visibly excited Dayna Sheridan into my apartment. She’s just able to restrain herself from throwing her arms around me and kissing me hungrily until I get the door closed—but only just. I embrace her as well.

Before long, Dayna’s hands are busy between us pushing down my gym shorts. She starts wanking me slowly as she kisses me, collecting precum from my cock tip each time to lubricate her strokes. Our lips wrestle; our tongues dance. She’s wearing a top that zips down the middle. I unzip it, freeing the most glorious pair of nude titties I’ve ever seen. I stroke them all over, squeezing gently and rubbing their big peaks with my thumbs.

Dayna gasps and breaks away. She drops to her knees and stares reverently at my cock. “It’s beautiful,” she says. “It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen up close.”

“Dayna, before you do anything,” I say, struggling to put coherent thought together, “those glasses I was wearing aren’t actually glasses, they’re a camera rig for VR and photos. I’m beta-testing it. No pressure, it’s up to you, but would you be interested in being filmed while we fuck?”

Dayna looks thoughtful, but there’s definite anxiety about her. “Maybe later, sir,” she says. Her lustful grin returns full ****. “I definitely want lots of laters; maybe then. But for our first time, sir, no, thank you.”

“That’s—” I say before she slurps up my knob and sucks on it. She licks it all over and moves her head around, then starts bobbing up and down. She licks my shaft as she goes. She strokes my balls; she’s clearly inexpert but interested. “—fine,” I gasp.

“Mmmmm, your cock is yummy, sir,” Dayna purrs.

“You know, Dayna, you don’t have to call me ‘sir.’ You’re more than welcome to call me Iain.”

“I want to call you sir,” she says in a sultry voice.

“OK, whatever suits you,” I tell her. “But you need to stand up. If you keep going I’ll cum in your mouth, and I don’t want to do that.”

“Long day, sir?” Dayna asks knowingly. I nod. “I’m not surprised. I know my neighbors.” She stands up. I kneel to suckle her fat, heavy melons. Her skin is smooth and soft. Her titflesh is the perfect springy blend of softness and firmness. Her nipples are quite large and turn out to be very sensitive. I tease one with my fingers and pinch it lightly. I suckle the other one. She gasps and trembles; she laces her fingers together around the back of my head. I suck the nipple as deep as I can, filling my mouth with her succulent breast. I lick the nipple all over and caress it with my lips. I go back to suckling it, hard and fast. Suddenly Dayna begins to shake. In a small voice, she says, “I think I just came.”

I suckle the other nipple. Thinking she might be up for more at this point, I gently pull and twist the wet one. Dayna moans my name over and over. I reach a hand up under her skirt to find her pussy bare and wet. I trace the edges of the protruding inner lips I remember from the photo, back and forth. I split them with a finger and push two more into her cleft on the outside. I stroke her back and forth. “Fuck this is good,” she breathes. “So different . . . so much better than the boys . . . You’re so good to me, sir . . . so fucking good . . .” I pull my fingers out of her sex. I make eye contact with her, pop them in my mouth and suck them off. “That’s so hot,” she whispers.

“If you think that’s hot,” I tell her, “wait ’til you see what I do next.”