Rielle

The black-haired girl hands me my fee. “I’m Rielle Bishop, and I’m your next client. My boyfriend and I had our checkups recently, and I haven’t slept with anyone else since then, so I’m clean.”

The Latina chimes in, “I’m Martina de Souza, and I’ll be calling you soon. Assuming Rielle is satisfied, anyway. Maybe even if she isn’t.”

Rielle asks, “Is there a room available if we walk over now, or do we need to wait for twenty minutes?”

“Unless they have a guest staying there—in which case I’m locked out for the duration—I’m the only one who uses it, so we can go now,” I tell her.

“Good,” she replies. “Why waste time?”

“Remember,” Martina says, “I want to hear about him as soon as you’re done.”

“If you’re in that much of a hurry,” I say with a sly smirk, “we could call you when we get to the bedroom and set the phone next to the bed. You could listen in.”

Both girls flush again, but something in Rielle’s face tells me she’d agree in a shot if she thought Martina would be OK with it. Martina clearly isn’t; she says, “No, afterward will be fine.”

I extend my arm to Rielle and say, “Would you be so good as to accompany me, my lady?”

She takes it and smirks, “Lead on, my lord. Your banquet awaits.”

I lead Rielle up to the house and down to the bedroom; I turn on the light in the corner and close the door behind us. I turn, and she throws her arms around my neck. “Kiss me, lover,” she purrs, and draws my lips to hers. She’s only an inch or two shy of my height, so kissing her is easy. I run my hands down her smooth back to her full, curvy ass; she hums into my mouth in approval as I grope her cheeks. She kisses me hungrily, like a woman deprived of the taste of passion, and demandingly, as one who knows the power of her passion. I feel like I could drown in her kisses.

As we kiss, Rielle lets go of my neck and starts pulling off her T-shirt. She breaks off the kiss long enough to pull it over her head, then throws it against the door and attacks my lips again. As her tongue plays with mine, she reaches down to my belt. With a few deft moves, she has my jeans unzipped and down over my hips. I take a hand off her ass long enough to push them the rest of the way down, then step out of them and kick them aside. She cups my ass with one hand, cooing appreciatively, and strokes my swelling cock through my boxers with the other. “Mmmmmm,” she murmurs. “That’s one sweet fuckstick you’re packing, stud. I may have to try it on for size later.”

“If you think you can take it, you’re welcome to try,” I murmur in her ear in between nibbles at her jaw.

“Ohhh, I can take it, baby,” she says seductively. “I can blow your mind.”

I slip my hands into the elastic waistband of her shorts and **** them down over her ass; Rielle rubs her ass against my hands. Having done that, I slide them around her hips to the front to **** the rest of the waistband down, teasing her pussy with my fingertips. Her shorts slide to the ground and she kicks them off. “I think someone’s overdressed,” she says smokily, tugging at my shirt, so I pull it off and toss it aside. “Mmmm, nice,” she murmurs approvingly, stroking my chest and abs and playing with my nipples.

As I strew kisses along Rielle’s jawline and down her neck, my hands are busy on her body. One fondles her ass, then roams up her back, while I twine the other in her hair before stroking her neck and shoulder blade. Eventually, they find their way around to her tits. I start to touch them through the bra, and she says, “This is the wrong bra for that.” As she unhooks herself, she mutters, “If I’d known this was going to happen, I would have worn lingerie, not underwear.” When the bra falls, I take a couple steps back to feast my eyes on her chest.

Rielle’s tits are large but not huge and sit high and proud on her chest. There’s no gap between them; they hang splayed a little out to the sides, but not much. Her nipples are large and proud and point slightly upward; her areolae are moderate in size and dusky rose in color. She preens visibly at my expression and murmurs, “I love having them played with.” She hums with pleasure as I reach out and begin gently caressing her tits with my fingertips. “Mmmmm, a man who knows how to be gentle,” she purrs. “I like that. Put your hands all over my tits, baby. Touch me everywhere. Your hands feel so good on my tits.”

I lift her curvy beauties with my fingers and stroke her nipples with my palms. “Ooooh, lover, that’s new,” Rielle coos. “Mmmm, that feels good.” I press on her nipples slightly and rotate my wrists; I feel her titbuds rub against the center of my palms as my hands turn, and then as her tits slide off my fingers. I rub her supple mounds together, then continue turning my hands until they rest atop her soft slopes. I caress her silken skin with fingers and palms, stroking her nipples with my thumbs. “Yeah, baby, that feels—mmmmmm—really good,” she murmurs. “I love your hands on my tits.” She slips her hand into my boxers and plays with my cockhead, making me moan.

I spend some time delighting in Rielle’s tits, letting my hands roam over them and playing with her nipples. Gradually, I increase the pressure; I suspect she doesn’t like having them squeezed, but once she’s aroused enough, she enjoys a firm touch. I progress with her nipples, too, from only stroking them gently to thumbing them harder, then lightly pinching and twirling them. Rielle lubricates her hand with my precum, then starts slowly jacking me off, squeezing my prick in pulses as she goes. “Ohhhhhh, lover,” she moans softly, “you make me so horny. I’m so hot and wet for you.” She takes one of my hands from her tits and guides it down to her panty-covered snatch. “Feel how wet I am for you.”

Rielle shifts her feet a little further apart to make room for my hand. I cup her pubic mound with my hand and lay my fingers along her slit, then slowly rub her back and forth, making her moan and buck her hips. I bend my head to her now-sadly-neglected breast, kissing and licking my way down her sweet slope, then over the side into her cleavage, before coming around and taking her nipple into my mouth. “That’s it, stud. That’s it,” Rielle encourages me breathlessly. “Kiss my girls, baby. Suck my little peaks. Taste my body, lover—run your tongue all over me.” I caress her nipple with my lips and work my tongue all over it, and she moans in pleasure.

I shift my fingers, working them under her panties and pushing them out of the way, then dip a finger into her slit. She is indeed hot and very wet. “Ohhhhh, yeah, touch me, baby,” she purrs. “Let me feel your hands on my kitty. Feel how wet I am—it’s all you, lover, you made me this wet. It’s all for you. Your hands feel so good—play with me, baby.” She cuts off when I start suckling her nipple and flicking it with my tongue; then I bring my other hand down and stick a thumb in the waistband of her panties. I take my finger out of her sex to do the same on the other side, and she shimmies her hips to help me pull them down. She steps out of them, and I push her back against the bed.

I keep my liplock on her tit and keep suckling her nipple as I push her down; Rielle keeps her grip on my prick as she first sits down, then lays back on the bed. I come down on top of her, still happily sucking away. I switch to the other nipple and suck it deep into my mouth, slipping two fingers back into her twat to play with her inner lips; she spreads her legs wide and moans, “Eat my pussy, baby. Eat me—I’m so hungry for you. Lick me out, suck my little pearl, taste my cunt. I need you, lover; I need you to make me cum. Eat me until I cum.”

Rielle lets go of me and I stand up. I pull my boxers down and kick them away, and her face lights up with desire as she sees my naked cock. “What a gorgeous thick mommymaker,” she murmurs lustfully. “I’ve never fucked one that big before.” Then I kneel on the cushion between her thighs and bend down to her pussy. Her cleft is amazingly deep; her inner lips are pretty large, but don’t protrude, even though her outer lips aren’t puffy at all. Her twat is a bright reddish-pink, and as I breathe deep of her sex, she smells like strawberries in fresh honey. Her clit is a nice size, proud and eager, nearly reaching the top of her sweet cleft. “You have an absolutely gorgeous pussy,” I tell her.

“It’s all yours, lover,” Rielle responds, her face wanton and her voice thick with lust. “Taste my body. Taste how much I want you. Let me fill your mouth with my cum. Make me cum all over your face, baby. Make me cum hard.”

I lap at her snatch, drinking her sweet nectar, which tastes as good as her fragrance promised. Rielle grabs my head and moans, “Yes—yes—yessssss—I’ve wanted this so long, so badly, so desperately. Thank you, baby. Thank you—” Her words cut off when I reach up with my pussy-wet fingers to stroke her love button. I brush them over the tip, then gently stroke around it, and she mewls in bliss. I dart my tongue into her honeypot and do exercises inside her, making her gasp and writhe; I fasten my mouth in her twat and suck out her juices, and she bucks her hips against me. “Baby, you’re making me cum. Make me cum all over your face. Make me cum hard on your tongue—I’m so close, so close, so close . . .”

When I find the ridges on the front wall of Rielle’s hotbox and start rubbing them with my tongue, her orgasm hits her like an avalanche. She lets out a little cry, then goes silent as the brute **** of her passion overloads her muscles. Her cunt walls close hard on my tongue, her back arches into a taut bow, and she trembles as her climax thunders through her.

When she releases and settles back onto the bed, I pull my tongue out of her depths and take my fingers off her clit. Rielle’s eyes flicker open, and I strike. I plunge two fingers into her cunt and begin rhythmically pumping her, rubbing hard against her G-spot, at the same time as I clamp my mouth over her pearl and suck hard, stroking and flicking it with my tongue. I ride her snatch as she bounces on the bed; I suck her clit like I expect to get a milkshake out of it. “Eat me, baby,” she gasps. “Make me cum again. Suck my button and make me cum hard again. Fuck me with your fingers and make me cum harder. Ohhhhhh, lover, I’m so close. You make me so horny, you drive me so wild, I’m so close. You’re making me cum—making me—”

Rielle does cum even harder the second time, and she cums even longer as well. When her body quiets, I bend forward and kiss her; she returns my kiss with quiet passion. Her eyes open slowly, and I pull back to help her sit up. She looks at me with wonder in her eyes and says, “And now I’m supposed to go back to my boyfriend?”