Cleaning up, and a discussion in the kitchen, which becomes something more.

"Fuck, I don't know, Rachel" You tell her, your mind is currently an absolute whirlwind of conflicting emotions, and questions. "To be honest I'm more than a little confused at the moment. Can we just sit down and talk about it for a little while?"

Rachel looks at you with a warm, and loving smile. The sort of smile you've fantasised about her flashing your way ever since she moved in. "Of course we can, John. I can totally see how this would be confusing to you. I'll tell you what. I'm going to go get dressed in my room. How about you go wash and get yourself changed in the downstairs bathroom, and then we'll talk about this in the kitchen in a few minutes?"

"That... that would be great, thanks for understanding, Rachel." You say, and with that the dark haired stunner retrieves her undies lying discarded on the bed, before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You pick out a change of fresh clothes from your wardrobe, make your way across the hall, and down the stairs to the house's secondary bathroom. It's a lot smaller than the bathroom upstairs, but more than adequate for your needs as you brush your teeth, and wash yourself with a flannel and a sink full of water. As you wash yourself, your mind is racing with questions about Rachel, the secrets about her that you've discovered, questions about yourself, what occured upstairs in your bedroom, and about your future relationship with the impossibly beautiful brunette.

Foremost among those questions is perhaps the most important. 'Does this make me gay?' You shake your head, unable to come up with a decisive answer, but you know that you've never had any attraction to another man, and that you've previously not felt any compulsion to play with another person's penis. That being said you cannot deny that you enjoyed sucking her cock. How her lustful moans and gasps spurred you on in giving her pleasure until she filled your mouth with her surprisingly tasty seed , and.... how much you crave the opportunity to do it again..... You shake your head in an attempt to banish such thoughts from your brain, and quickly put on the clothes you selected earlier: nothing too fancy, just a t-shirt, a fresh pair of underwear, and a pair of Jogging bottoms that although clean had definitely seen better days.

You hear a door open upstairs , then some footsteps, and moments later another door being opened and closed. "She must be done in the bathroom, and is getting changed in her room". You say softly to yourself, as you take one last look in the bathroom's mirror, before exiting the room, and make your way to the kitchen.

As the minutes pass with you sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Rachel, all alone with those nagging thoughts and questions, which are still racing from your mind. Before long, you decide that you need to do something before going crazy, so you get up from your seat, and decide to make some hot chocolate. You spend the best part of five minutes walking around the kitchen, making a steaming hot mug for both yourself and Rachel. The most agonizing part was waiting for the kettle full of water to finish heating , and you soon found yourself impatiently pacing up and down the kitchen, and fidgeting with your hands. Finally the kettle finishes it's task, and you promptly fill both mugs with the scalding hot water, using a spoon to mix the water the contents of a sachet of hot chocolate powder.

Once the hot water and hot chocolate powder is properly mixed in together you add an ample amount of whipped cream to each, and pick out two large marshmallows from an already open packet. In the background, you can hear Rachel's bedroom door closing, and her footsteps as she makes her across the hallway. The sound of her coming down the stairs, makes you hurry just a little faster to make sure you've finished the hot chocolate by the time she gets to the kitchen.

You're just bringing the two mugs over to the kitchen table when she appears in the doorway, and it's all you can do to maintain your grip on the mugs full of steaming hot liquid. She looks absolutely gorgeous, more beautiful than any girl you've ever met before. "Whoa! " is all you can say as she pauses in the doorway, allowing you to get a really good look at her. The first thing you notice is her hair. It's silky and wavy, and she's put one side behind her shoulder while the other side remains in front, almost covering her eye. The next thing you notice is her boobs, which are filling out a tight white camisole, and draw you in like a black hole. Your eyes continue their downward trajectory past her flat belly and towards her narrow waist, your cock twitching when your vision comes to rest for a moment on her crotch, , where you can make out the slight outline of her flaccid penis through the skintight black trouser leggings she'd worn in the early part of the video where you saw her take on no less than five guys in the sauna. Your cheeks heat up a little as you remember the content of the video, and what had transpired in your bedroom a few minutes ago, the memory of which only serving to highlight the question burning in your mind. Knowing that you've been staring at her crotch for too long, you catch yourself and pull your gaze back up to her face, feeling more than a little embarrassed. As you meet her bright blue eyes, it feels like electricity is coursing through your body. This girl really is special.

"So.....you've got questions." Rachel says it in a warm tone, but without questioning you. She knows you've got them. After all, how could you not? Nothing could have prepared you for this completely unexpected scenario.

Relief floods over you now that you no longer have to break the ice for this sensitive topic. "Yeah, lots of them".

Rachel flashes you a knowing, albeit slightly sad smile. "I bet. I know how hard this is for you, but I just want you to know how much it means to me that you haven't thrown me out in disgust like other people have."

"Rachel, I would never do that to you! Just because I'm confused about things doesn't mean I don't like you anymore." You say, quick to assure the lovely young woman whom you've had the pleasure of living with for the past couple months that you're not going to throw her out onto the streets. The thought of people doing that to Rachel in the past makes you simultaneously sad for her for what she has previously experienced , and angry for the other people's intolerance, and prejudices. "All I want to do is talk to you about this and try to figure out what's happening. I've just got a lot of questions running through my head that I need to sort out right now."

Rachel nods and walks over to the table as you're talking, and you hand her a mug. You both sit down, and you take a sip of hot chocolate to help calm your nerves.

" So then.... " You say awkwardly as you try and compose yourself, forcing yourself to look Rachel square in the eye "... as you said, I DO have questions. I'm sure you can guess the first one, though."

"How is this possible?" She asks you, once again flashing you that slightly sad smile, to which you nod in confirmation.

"The truth is, I've got no idea. I couldn't tell you how this happened. I can tell you that I've always been like this. As you may have guessed, I don't really tell people about what I am. Doctors - and believe me, I've seen a lot of doctors in my time-call me 'intersex'. Personally, I prefer either the term 'dickgirl' or 'hermaphrodite'. They both feel less clinical than 'intersex'. I like the later, because it comes partly from the name Aphrodite. In Greek mythology she was Goddess of beauty and love, and for whatever reason, the name always gave me a small amount of hope that someday, someone accept me for who I am, and would love me. Back when I was a kid, I didn't think that would be possible. I was sure anyone would think I was a freak, and it's only been recently that I've been able to shake off the majority of my fears and insecurities".

As you nod in understanding, trying to properly take in the information that she's giving you, Rachel takes a deep sip of hot chocolate, and sighs blissfully in response to the taste before continuing. "As you no doubt noticed I do have both male and female genitals, and they both work perfectly, as far as anyone can tell!" She says, throwing a cheeky little grin at you, causing you to chuckle in reply.

"None of the doctors are really sure why, apparently no other person has ever been documented to be like me. Just about every doctor I ever saw growing up wanted to write a case study on me, but I never really liked the idea of that, even if they were going to leave me anonymous. I mostly just wanted to be left alone by the doctors. I didn't really understand what the big deal was for a while. Then I went through puberty, which was both awesome and my own personal hell. My libido went crazy. Doctors told me that my brain receiving two different signals from the two different sex organs was causing my brain to react strangely. They said that I have a much larger sex drive than most normal people. I often had a **** craving to either jerk off or get something to fuck myself, or sometimes even both at the same time. You should have seen the amount of batteries my vibrator went through! Bedsheets too!" Rachel said, throwing in a naughty wink your way, that causes you to cough and splutter up some hot chocolate during mid sip, and in turn makes the gorgeous brunette giggle, her sweet sounding laughter alleviating any remaining tension in the room.

"It took a long time for my crazier than normal hormones to balance out, and I still feel the need for sex more than most people apparently, but I've always been afraid to reveal my secret, especially to guys. I was asked out by lots of my male class mates in my later school and college years, and I did go out with a few of them. Once I was of legal age they pestered me for sex after a while of going out with them. I tried to keep them content with making out, blow jobs, and tit wanks. These puppies developed VERY early on!" Rachel adds with a cheeky grin, and another naughty wink.

"However no matter how much you give a hormone driven teenaged guy they will always want more. A couple of them dumped me, because I wouldn't go 'all the way' with them, but there was this one guy who was so understanding, and said he would wait until I was ready. We went out for the whole of our last year of high school, and I thought it was love. We were inseparable during that time. During our Prom we snuck in some liquor, and it was the perfect evening. We hired a Limousine, spent time with friends, we drank, we danced together, were announced as the 'Prom King' and 'Prom Queen', and during the last slow dance I told him that I loved him, and wanted us to lose our virginities together that night."

" He must have thought that it was his birthday, and Christmas rolled into one when you told him that!" You reply, causing Rachel to smile, and her cheeks to turn red as she blushes.

"You're not wrong, John. His expression said it all. He had his place to himself for the night, so we had our limo take us back back to his, and after some champagne, and some making out I finally revealed my secret to him. He was the first non family member, or Doctor to know my secret, and despite the fact he said that he loved me mere moments before I showed him what I possessed, you should have seen the hatred in his eyes. He called me all the names under the sun, and threw me out into the street completely naked. Eventually he tossed out my purse and clothes to me, so I could get dressed, and call my folks to pick me up, and take me home".

"It took me ages to trust another guy, but there was one in College. We became friends, and after a while we became something more. It was going great until he accidentally discovered my cock, during a wine fueled make out session at a house party. Like Brad before him, he had a knee-jerk reaction of disgust and hate, screaming that I'm a tranny, and that I'd tricked him into loving a guy. I'm pretty sure that he was going to hurt me, but luckily some people heard the commotion, and got me out of there before anything happened. Since then I've moved town, and haven't gotten close to anyone outside of work, due to how other people- especially men- react when they find out what I'm packing".

"I'm really sorry to hear that, Rachel. No one should have to go through that, especially considering that you had **** in regards to what you were born with". You say sincerely, feeling a no small amount of regret and shame as you recall how you initially felt when you discovered her secret the previous evening. Rachel has clearly been through a lot growing up thanks to ignorant people, and you wonder how you would have reacted if she had revealed her secret to you like she did to her ex on Prom night.

"Thanks. It's difficult not being able to get close to somebody you're crazy about, out of fear as to how they would react if they found out your secret". Rachel says, her smile once again is filled with more than a hint of sadness as her beautiful eyes gaze deeply into your own with apprehension. "Especially when you live with them".

Rachel's words-and the way she looks at you- causes your heart to beat so fast you fear that it will burst out of your chest. Rachel; the kindest, smartest, and without doubt the most beautiful woman that you've ever met is crazy about you? What had occurred upstairs in your bedroom wasn't a moment of madness on her part, but she in fact actually wants to be with you? Things that you've thought of as odd over the last couple of months suddenly make sense. Contrary to previous house mates, the pair of you spend lots of time in each other's company, and she never seems to go out on the town. Hell, the couple of drinks she consumed during 'Pizza, Beer, and Halo Night' was the first time you've ever seen her consume ****. She could easily get any man- or woman-that she wanted, but she chooses to spend her evenings with you, because she cares about you deeply, but hadn't previously initiated something out of fear as to how you would react upon discovering her secret.

"John? Say something, please." Rachel says softly, still gazing intently into your eyes, but now looking like she is on the verge of tears, as she awaits your answer.

"Rachel...." You say slowly, pausing to gather your thoughts, and consider your next words carefully, as you know that they could define your future relationship with the woman of your dreams. You reach out across the relatively small kitchen table and place your hand on top of hers, squeezing it gently ".... I'm still struggling to process all of this, but I think this could work".

"You... you really think so?" Rachel asks you with a tentative hopeful smile on those luscious lips of hers, as she turns her hand underneath yours and gives it a squeeze back.

"I do, Rachel. The first thing I need to say is that I'm not gay, or at least, I've never thought I was. To be honest, after what happened earlier, I'm starting to question not just that conviction, but everything about myself. All I know is that I care deeply about you". You say, knowing that last statement is the only thing that has stayed constant in your thinking since discovering her secrets.

"Oh, John, I don't think this makes you gay. Not at all". Rachel replies, her smile suddenly transforms into a broad dazzling smile that makes your heart beat so fast that you're sure that she can hear it thumping away in your chest. "The way I see it, in order to be gay, you have to actually like guys, and from what I can tell, you haven't suddenly changed your preferences. For all intents and purposes, I am a woman, and a damn sexy one, if I do say so myself!"

You chuckle at her confidence and give her a smile and a nod in affirmative, and then she continues. "I just happen to have a cock. That doesn't make me a dude. I've felt self-conscious about it for most of my life because I was afraid of people thinking I'm not a girl. In my opinion, people are too uptight about this sort of thing. Working in porn has taught me that there are a lot of guys-and girls-who consider themselves straight, but fantasise about getting with a girl like me, or alternately like to get pegged by their wives or girlfriends. I'm not saying you have to do anything like that, but I'm just saying that people like that are out there, and just the fact that you like a girl who has a dick doesn't make you gay"

You nod. What she's saying makes a lot of sense. "You make a good point, and it's a huge relief that you think that, because I really do care for you, Rach. I have never had any desires towards other men, but there's something about you having a cock is a huge turn-on for me." You say with complete and utter honesty.

"Well, I did notice that earlier on!" Rachel replies with a cheeky grin. "I've got to say, Johnit may have not been the ideal way for you to discover my secret, but it feels incredible to get this out in the open between us. There really haven't been many people I could talk about this to. Thank you for being here for me."

"Of course. I'm just glad you're able to trust me with this. It feels really good to be trusted like this." You say, to which Rachel responds by giggling flirtily, and you smile back, staring into those adorable blue eyes, as you continue to have her small dainty hand held in your far larger appendage.

"So, Rachel....." You say, finally breaking the comfortable silence the pair of you have been sharing together, doing nothing more than holding hands, and staring at each other lovingly. ".... there's something else we need to discuss".

"Would that be Ruby Hardwood by any chance?" Rachel asks, as her eyes drops down to look at the kitchen table, and her cheeks subtly, yet noticeably,begin to turn red in embarrassment.

"Yes. I would like to know about Ruby... " You reply in confirmation, and give the dark haired beauty's hand another reassuring squeeze "...... and how she came about".

Rachel slowly lifts her gaze from the kitchen table, and with a tentative smile looks at you square in the eye. "When I moved out from home, and enrolled in the University here like all students I needed money. I had some savings behind me, and my parents helped me of course with tuition fees, but I got a part time job as a waitress to help me pay for bills, or any other things without eating too much into my savings".

"You've always said that you work at the Italian restaurant on the other side of town". You state, recalling what Rachel had put on her application form to live here.

"I was for a while, and just about making ends meet. One day I asked a colleague- who was also a Uni student-how she was able to afford to get a new car, and go on holidays, despite the fact that her folks weren't that well off, and she did around the same amount of hours at work that I did". Rachel pauses for a moment in order to take another deep sip of a rapidly cooling hot chocolate before continuing. "She told me that she modelled part time on a web camera site, which catered for a er.... more 'adult audience', and that it was quite lucrative. She suggested that if I wanted extra cash I should give it a try, as I could make a killing on it".

Rachel drains the last of her hot chocolate from the mug, and places it back down on the table. "The idea of easily earning some extra money was very appealing, so I went onto the web site, and had a look around. Most of the cam girls were young women barely out of their teens shaking their ass on screen, but I was surprised to discover a whole section of the site dedicated to shemale cam girls. What really shocked me however was that some of those shemale models were among the most followed, and high earning cam girls on the entire site. So I thought that if there was such an audience-and demand-for dick girl cam girls then I could rake it in".

"That makes sense, Rachel". You say in agreement, while the image of the stunning brunette in front of you performing as a cam girl flashes beneath your eyes. "Those viewers would definitely flock to watch someone as beautiful as you perform".

Rachel's cheeks once again redden slightly, and her beautiful eyes sparkle in response to your praise. "They certainly did. The amount of viewers - and tips- increased rapidly with every video and stream. As this was all new to me, and I was still concerned about people discovering my secret, I wore a small domino mask to hide my identity".

"That's understandable, considering what you've been through. You wouldn't have wanted people you know recognising you, or random people coming up to you on the street. What sort of content did you put up?" You ask, while your cock twitches in anticipation to her answer.

" All sorts really". Rachel replies with an amused smile, as she gauges your reaction. "Initially I just did some teasing and solo play, but once my audience started increasing I did all sorts to cater to their requests. I would have videos where I would strip tease, use toys, do role play, wear outfits, domination, point of view stuff. You name it, I did it! "

The thought of Rachel wearing sexy outfits, and performing out some of your long held fantasies causes your cock to slowly swell and thicken in your jogging bottoms . 'Does Rachel still have her outfits on her'? You wonder.

"After around four months of doing cam work I was making enough to allow me to quit working at the restaurant, and still have plenty of money to pay my bills, and have enough on the side. Flaunting what you got pays well I guess!" Rachel says with a naughty wink thrown in for additional effect." About a couple of months later I received an email through the site, claiming to be from an adult entertainment company, requesting a meeting with me regarding potential offer of work. Naturally I was apprehensive and suspicious, so I agreed to the meeting as long as it was in a public place. I also had my waitress cam girl friend accompany me, but sit at another table, and keep an eye out for trouble".

"Waiting for me at the designated table at a trendy bar were a guy in a suit, and a busty blonde bombshell that looked like she was made for porn. The guy said that there was more of an audience-and subsequently demand- for dick girl content, but the shemales they were using all used to be men. The company liked the fact that I was 'all natural', and apparently completely unique, so they were very determined to get me on board. After some haggling I agreed to do a couple of photo shoots and scenes on a trial basis, with a view to do more if all parties involved were interested".

"Were you not worried about people finding out your secret, Rachel? Doing risqué cam shows is one thing, but porn is an entirely different thing altogether. I presume that they wouldn't let you wear your domino mask". You say, wondering how the woman who had clearly been through so much emotionally distress thanks to several ignorant people, would be willing to expose herself to the world. "I presume that you were still a virgin as well". You add, as the train of thought regarding what the dark haired beauty has told you about her relationship history brings you to only one logical conclusion.

"It was a huge jump from being a cam girl, but just one photo shoot or scene would be about what I was making in three weeks worth of web cam shows. I was really enjoying my cam work, and it made me feel desirable. However the thought of being paid handsomely to have sex with a gorgeous porn slut, or a hung stud, and live out my fantasies was too enticing to turn down". Rachel says, maintaining eye contact with you, as she continues a conversation that twenty four hours ago, you would never have imagined heaving with your stunning, yet seemingly shy house mate. "Once an agreement was made the guy in the suit left, leaving me alone with the blonde, Becky, who suggested that we have a few drinks in order to celebrate. After a few drinks I opened up to her about my experiences and anxities, as the ramifications of what I had agreed to sank in. Becky was extremely sympathetic to what I'd been through, and more than a little amused that I'd agreed to shoot some porn scenes despite being a virgin. She then invited me back to her place for a drink, and offered her help in getting rid of my 'v card'".

" What did you do, Rachel? "You ask, feeling your cock continue to swell and stiffen further in your joggers .

"A gorgeous blonde porn star offered to take my virginity. What do you think I did? "Rachel asks, as a naughty smile spreads across her lovely face." I fucked the shit out of her! After all those years of surpressing my sexual urges and desires, I had someone willing to be with me, and it was an amazing experience, for she knew what she was doing, and completely insatiable. We were at it all night, and she fucked me with her strap on just as much as I did her".

Hearing her describe this is giving you a fully blown hard-on, and Rachel notices. Her foot starts to make its way up to your dick, rubbing against it while she talks. "The following week I turned up at a studio for my first scene, and discover that Becky is my co star. Apparently she was 'very insistent' that she wanted to be my partner for my debut". With her last sentence, she seems to lose focus on what she's saying, becoming more interested in your growing erection, and as you state into her lovely eyes, you can see the lustful hunger that suddenly fills them.

Feeling a similar amount of lustful hunger yourself, you stand up, reach out with your arms and grab her both of her arms, lifting her out of her seat, and pulling her towards you over the kitchen table. Rachel does not put up any resistance at all to being manhandled, but in fact aids your efforts by shimmying herself across the table at the same time, resulting in her long legs dangling over the edge of the table. Neither of you speak, but you both have an inherent understanding of each others' needs at the moment. You put your hand into her lap and feel her dick, which is bulging and straining the skintight material of her yoga pants. She lets out a small whine in pleasure, and spreads her legs, allowing you better access to her pulsing cock . As the cloud of lust descends upon you further, you take your other hand and place it on the side of her neck, pulling her in towards you and kissing her deeply and passionately .

After a long tongue twirling embrace you finally break off the kiss, pull away and gaze deeply into her lust filled eyes, before groaning loudly upon feeling her dainty right hand being placed in your lap. Rachel pulls the drawstring of your sweatpants, and you follow her lead by hooking your fingers under the waistband of her yoga pants. The dark haired beauty lets out soft moans, and aids your efforts by wiggling her hips seductively, helping to shimmy the skintight lycra trousers down. You pull her cock out first, and she quickly follows suit by pulling down your trousers and underwear, springing your fully erect cock, which her hands grab for greedily.

The two of you start to jerk each other in unison, rhythms quickly harmonizing. Holding her dick in your hand is a strange sensation. It's similar to masturbating yourself, but there's a distinctly foreign feeling to the process. You can feel the ridge of her cock head under the foreskin, you feel the pulsing heat of the blood filling her cock, throbbing in your grasp. The sensation is surprisingly erotic for you. Before last night you'd never thought you'd be this turned on by someone else's cock, but her body is working its magic on your mind. Not only is this cock on a woman as stunning as Rachel, but it's a nice-looking cock. No ugly circumcision scars, no violent twist to one side. This one just curves slightly up, as if to point at you, working it's witchcraft on you, and drawing you in.

Meanwhile, Rachel's sensitive but firm grip is only adding to your lust. You look back to her face, meeting her eyes, and are met with a positively hypnotizing expression. You can clearly see that Rachel is fully into this, which turns you on even more. The two of you are close enough that as you jerk each others' cocks, their heads occasionally touch tips.

"I fucking need you inside me, John!" Rachel whispers, to which you reply by placing the hand not occupied with her long thick cock behind her head, and pull her in for another long, deep, and wet kiss. Once the kiss ends, the pair of you spend a few moments working together in removing her yoga pants, before Rachel sits down on your lap, wrapping her long luscious legs around your back. You pull her back in for a kiss, and she eagerly responds in kind. At this point, you feel that you're both beyond words entirely. All that remains now is an animalistic, primal lust, a complete desire to satisfy yourself entirely with this utterly gorgeous and wonderful woman.

Eyes closed, body pressed up against Rachel's, you feel her grab your dick with both hands, whom angles it toward her. Rachel raises her hips, positioning the bulbous crown of your manhood against the soaking wet lips of her pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" Rachel mumbles blissfully as her hips descend, impaling herself onto you, as the helmet and several inches of your long thick member slide effortlessly into her tight drenched cunt, with plenty more still to go if she is to take you fully to the hilt. Rachel lifts herself up slightly and then sinks back onto your cock, moaning all the time as she sinks herself a little closer to your crotch .

“Ohhhhhhhh shit…” Rachel moans happily, as your cock head is pushed deeper into the snug confines of her juicy honeypot, her beautiful face twists into a lustful grimace and her eyes are closed tight. While she sinks herself further onto your dick, the lovely, busty brunette is leaning further and further back, an act which causes your gaze to be drawn towards her tits, the two full orbs are threatening to spill out of the tight camisole that she's wearing, and now shake about softly from her movement.

“Yes…” Rachel gasps, while you are rendered speechless by sight of her straddling your waist, four inches of your member buried up her snatch and a good many left to come. You’ve fantasised about something like this plenty of times during the course of the last few weeks, but none of those fantasises could possibly compete with the sensation of actually having this utterly gorgeous woman preparing to ride you. Though of course, you never imagined her having an nine inch cock that is now sticking up into air, perpendicular to her womanly stomach, which is as thick and almost as long as yours, drooling out precum while her pussy hugs your own cock tight.

“I think…” Rachel begins to breathe out, leaning forwards again after having managed to fit another couple of inches of your dick inside her sex, the swollen lips of which are flanking the lower half of the trunk of your member, “that I’m ready…”

"Wait!" You say, before Rachel can start riding you, earning you a questioning look from the achingly beautiful brunette bombshell. She quickly realises what you're up to as you pull her camisole up over her head, freeing her huge perfectly round breasts from her top, and in fact aids you in this venture by lifting her arms above her head, making it easier for you to remove the garment entirely. "Now you're ready!"

Rachel doesn't say anything reply, but responds by pushes herself upwards, and then lowers herself back onto your cock, moaning all the time as she sinks herself a little closer to your crotch. Rachel places her hands on your chest, which means that her arms are pressing her huge, juicy tits together ever so slightly, as she begins to ride slowly you, bucking her hips as she impales herself on your member time and time again, her breasts shaking softly between her arms and her erect cock slapping against both her stomach, and your own.

"Fuck, Rachel! ” You groan, your tone reflecting the excitement that knowing that you’ll end up cumming in her tight wet pussy, as the brunette bombshell finally manages to take your cock to the hilt inside her juicing honeypot, resulting in her heart shaped ass cheeks to press up against your groin.

“So you like this?” Rachel asks, sounding naughty and horny at the same time whilst beginning to grind her bubble butt up against your crotch, “You like having your cock buried in Ruby Hardwood's tight porn star pussy?”

“I love it! Just as much as I love the thought of the woman my dreams riding me as hard and fast as she can." You reply, grateful of the fact that you came earlier, otherwise you'd probably be moments away from blowing your load into Rachel's surprisingly tight snatch, thanks to the way she is continuing to slowly, senseously, and not to mention skilfully grind her booty, with you still buried inside of her

“John …” Rachel moans your name, her face beaming with joy as her hands slide across your stomach, onto your chest and then back to your stomach again.

"The same woman that I've been fantasising about for the best part of two months". You state, grinning at the sweet smile that crosses Rachel’s face at the revelation that you've been pining for her just as long as she has been for you.

Rachel has stopped moving, instead sitting still on your lap with her eyes closed and her face twisted in a lusty grimace as she listens to you talk. “I've wanted this for so long, and now I’m going to fuck myself silly riding on your big, fat cock.” She announces with a grin that is so filthy it is practically feral.

“Sounds like a plan,” You grin while Rachel wraps her arms around your neck, and starts moving her body up and down on your cock, squeezing horny moans up out of her throat as the warm wet walls of her pussy hugs your cock tight. For the next couple of minutes you are content to sit still in your seat, and feel your orgasm steadily come closer and closer, while Rachel slowly increases the tempo with which she’s sliding her soaking wet pussy up and down along the wet shaft of your cock, though the sight of her doing so is sexy enough to make you do your utmost to hold your orgasm at bay for as long as possible, so you can continue to alternate between admiring her curvaceous body rising and sinking on your lap, or the lust filled expressions on her achingly beautiful face, while her cock swings like a pendulam between the pair of you.

Every time that she moves her hips, Rachel is making some kind of noise, be it a gasp, a groan, a moan or a breathless exclamation of your name. Whatever happens to flow past her lips at that particular moment, she doesn’t once stop letting you know how much she seems to be enjoying this, and it moves you to bring your hands to the outside of her silky thighs and start stroking them, feeling her soft skin against your touch while she continues to bounce up and down on your rigid fuck piece.

Rachel’s arms are still wrapped around your neck, as she soon rides you with enough **** to make her huge boobs and her erect cock bounce about between the pair of you. Her hairless balls slap against your belly, and her juicy ass smacks into your thighs every other second now.

While she’s doing this, Rachel is producing a chaotic symphony of moans, gasps and sighs, and so far she’s kept her eyes closed. Now though, she stops and opens her eyes again, having her gaze meet yours while her lips form into a happy little grin.

The grin soon becomes more feral and her eyelids come down again as she yet again picks up the tempo at which she’s riding, her tight and wet pussy proving surprisingly capable of accommodating your schlong, and her tits are shaking wildly now, which causes the thought to race through your mind that she’s probably running the risk of knocking either you or herself out, by having one of her own breasts smack either of you in the face if she’s not careful.

The intensity of your lovemaking rises steadily further, and soon enough you’re no longer content with simply sitting there, while Rachel does all the work. You wrap your arms around your house mate's narrow waist, and begin to use your hips to meet her thrusts, pushing up when she pushes down and pushing down as she raises herself up over the length of your fuck piece, which has begun to throb quite noticeably.

"John....? I’m so close! ” Rachel announces , opening her eyes just wide enough that she can glance down at you, “Are you going to cum with me, John? Are you go…”

“I’m almost there, Rachel!" Your voice is gentle as you promise her this after her voice has faded away and turned into another girlish moan of pleasure, but strained as you're fighting the urge to blow your load into Rachel's tight pussy. At least before she gives you permission anyway. “Keep going, Rachel, let me see you cum…”

“John! I’m… ! FUCK! ” Rachel hollers, her voice filling the kitchen as your hands move to the small of her back to support her while she arches her upper body backwards, just as juices from her pussy gush down over your dick and her own member erupts, rocketing the first of many long ropes of spunk, all of which smack against your t shirt, plastering the previously clean garment against your skin of your chest and stomach.

Fuck!" Rachel cries out, her voice on the verge of breaking, before she leans forward, and buries her face into your shoulder, crying out into it as her orgasm continues. With any other girl, you'd probably consider her reaction as being too over the top and start suspecting that she must be faking it-he is a porn star after all-but her pussy continues to spasm around your dick, her juices continue to rush onto your throbbing length , and she continues to cover your t shirt in her cum.

"Cum with me, John! GIVE ME YOUR CUM!" Rachel pleads with you as another long rope of jizz smacks against your top. The orgasming beauty throws in a couple of **** thrusts of her luscious hips, sliding a couple of inches of your cock in and out of her convulsing snatch until you too are brought past the edge.

"Rachel!" You say, accompanied by a long groan that rises up from the back of your throat as you start pumping your jizz deep into Rachel’s trembling, soaking wet honeypot. Your dark guttural groans mixes with the dark haired stunner's constant moans and gasps, as you blast her warm wet tunnel with spunk, your cock throbbing and twitching inside her while your balls churn out burst after burst of cum as she writhes about on top of you.

When it’s all over, with Rachel finally sitting still in your lap, she lifts her weary head from your shoulder, as your cock starts to soften inside her wet tunnel. You manage to exchange a quick smile with the woman of your dreams, before her lips meet your own in a tender kiss.