"Would you like a fashion show?"

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MANDY

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"I am so spent," Scott said. "I don't know if I've got another round in me. But..."

Scott rolled on top of me. His lips found my ears, nibbling the lobe. His tongue tickled over my neck then his kisses found my shoulders before they moved inward to my chest.

"Wait!" I said. Scott looked up at me from my heaving bosoms. "I have an idea."

I hopped off the bed and strolled over to the suitcase. I picked up the bag and brought it into the bathroom.

"I realized last night, when I was deciding what to wear, that I have all these lingerie that I didn't even get to wear yet. Would you... like a fashion show?"

"You know I can't turn that down," Scott said, emphatically.

"Good." I closed the door and shuffled through my clothes, grabbing out the different sexy garments I had packed and arranging them in some semi-logical order. Then I put on the first one, adjusting the straps and bands, and opened the door. Scott's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Wow." I beamed. I was wearing a black, lace bodysuit. Copious frills covered my stomach and hips before parting at my breasts. I had tightened the straps extra-tight to give it a bit of pull and lift, showing off an extensive amount of cleavage. The semi-see-through lace wrapped around my waist but curved around my ass, slipping between my cheeks and accentuating the slight curve of my butt.

"You like it?" I asked.

"Definitely," Scott said.

"Great!" I smiled then disappeared back into the bathroom. The next set was a red see-through lace babydoll with matching G-string. The top was very short and I'm sure my ass cheeks were visible in the thong.

"I'm giving you a show... why don't you give me a show?" I motioned my eyes toward Scott's lap. A smirk spread slowly across his lips as he slid his hand underneath the comforter and began pumping it up and down.

"Oh, come on!" I protested. "I want a real show."

Slowly, Scott pulled the comforter down past his stomach, over his lap, and rested it at his knees. His hand was wrapped tightly around his cock - not quite full-strength yet.

"You are so fucking sexy," he groaned as he began sliding his fist up and down his pole in long, smooth strokes. The tip glistened as a drip of precum leaked out.

"I think it's time for the next one." I disappeared back into the bathroom and put on the next set. It was a matching light blue, see-through, lace bra and thong set, with a garter belt and white stockings.

"Jesus," Scott said.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh, yea." Scott's pumping picked up in pace. His knees widened a bit. His breath deepened. His jaw was clenched. He was hard. There was no doubt about it. I wanted to jump him but there was one more piece I wanted to show him.

"I've got one more," I said as I closed the bathroom door. I quickly changed into the last piece - a black bra and thong set. The bra cups were large and covered in lace and sequence. They pressed my breasts into the perfect form, up and together. Mountains of cleavage spilled out of the top. The thong had matching patterns and material, although there was barely any material at all if we were being honest. The show-stopper, though, was the matching, six inch stiletto heels. I looked in the mirror. My normally modest ass - "cute" is the word Scott used - looked like it could don the cover of Sports Illustrated's Swimsuit Edition.

Scott didn't say anything. He didn't need to. No words he could use would be able to say what his face already did. I watched as the head of his cock disappeared into his fist only to spear right back out.

Slowly, I turned around, waving my hips from side-to-side. I pulled my hair up to show off my back... and my ass. Then I bent over and ran my hands from my ankles, up my shins, to my thighs.

When I turned around, Scott was right behind me.

"Oh!" I yelped in surprise as he grabbed me and pulled me into him. My breasts crushed against his chest as his lips crushed against mine. In an instant, our tongues were in each other's mouths. I groaned as he pressed his crotch into me, his hard cock now pressed into my stomach. He instinctively ground it into my belly, smearing precum all over my skin.

I reached behind my back and found the clasp of my bra.

"No," Scott said. His hands interrupted mine. "I want you to keep it on."

There was a hunger in his voice as he said those words, a hunger in his eyes as he looked me up and down, a hunger in his grasp as he pulled me tight to him once again. His hands were all over my body, grabbing my ass, sliding up my sides, cupping my breasts through the thin pads of my bra.

Then I was on the bed. And Scott was inside me. He hadn't even removed my thong. He just pulled the thin slip of fabric to the side and went to town. There was no gradual build up. He just plowed into me with his full length sending my breasts bouncing about on my chest. His pelvis clapped against my thighs.

He slipped his arms under my legs, pushing them toward me, lifting my ass up off the mattress. The new angle was wild. One, two, three clapping thrusts was all it took before I burst into orgasm. I grabbed his face and pulled it into me, smothering him with my lips as I moaned my orgasm down his throat.

He didn't stop.

"Oh, fuck!" I shrieked. I knew Scott. I knew his body. It was nice - better than most - but I'd be lying if I said it was something glorious to behold. But at that moment he looked like a god.

"OH, SCOTT, AHHHHH!!!" I exploded again. Finally, when the last few waves rippled through me, I grabbed Scott and pulled him close.

"Wait,wait," I said, urging him somewhat begrudgingly to slow his efforts. He halted, panting like a dog in heat.

I slid off the bed and walked over to the desk. I placed my hands on the desktop and arched my back. Scott got the picture. He looked like part man, part gorilla as he strolled over and sidled up behind me.

"Oh, yea," he groaned as he slid back inside me. The extra height from the heels gave Scott the perfect position. He pulled out slowly then thrust back in. Again, then again, each time building in speed and **** until he was gripping my hips and pulling me back into each pounding motion.

"Oh, my God!" I moaned, overcome with pleasure. My knuckles ached as I gripped the edges of the desk.

"Oh, YES!" My arms gave out. I slumped forward, my bra-clad breasts slapping against the hard wooden surface. My legs trembled, the poor heels slipping and sliding on the hard linoleum floor. I planted my heel, pressing up to arch my back as Scott went for broke. The desk shook. I genuinely worried it might break and we'd both collapse onto the splintered wood. And that Scott wouldn't even stop fucking me if it did. I wouldn't want him to.

"YES! YES! YES!" I shouted as my body exploded for a third time. My body had betrayed me. I'm not sure how I stayed upright enough for Scott to plow me through another insane orgasm.

"Oh, my god," I groaned. Scott pulled out of me and I collapsed back into him. He held me up under my arms as I struggled to bring my lips to his. Suddenly, I was being whisked away as Scott dragged me over to the couch where we both slumped into the soft cushions, somehow molding onto a nice, spooning cuddle.

"That was wild," I said. Scott laughed. I didn't know what it was, but there was a tension about him. His breathing was ragged, but not "recovering from an orgasm" ragged. I reached back to find his cock and-

Holy shit

He was still hard. I was so wrapped up in my own pleasure that I hadn't even noticed that Scott hadn't cum. I cupped his balls then slid my hand up and down his shaft, making sure to brush the sensitive underside with my palm.

"Oh, God, Mandy," he groaned. "I don't know if it has another in me. I know you did all that work to get it up and, my God, that was so sexy, but it's OK if I don't cum again."

"Don't worry," I told him. "Like I said, the night isn't over yet."

I rolled over on top of Scott. "You're amazing," he said, his eyes sparkling. "I really love you... oh-"

"Somuch." The words came out as one syllable as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I felt it pulse in my mouth, urging me forward. Scott inhaled deeply as I lowered my lips down his shaft, inch-by-inch until my nose touched the base. I looked up at him, lost in those sparkling eyes as I dropped my jaw a bit and pressed forward.

"Holy shit, Mandy." Scott grunted. His body tensed up as my bottom lip brushed his sack. I held there, his head just reaching the back of my throat. He pulsed. Once. Twice.

"Ah," he grunted. Slowly I pulled back, sucking lightly the whole way until my lips were pursed, pressing his swollen helmet. I moaned as I sucked him back in, pausing once again at the base.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," I moaned, as if I was licking the most delicious ice cream one could imagine. The vibrations from my voice caused him to pulse a few more times. Precum leaked into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over his shaft and head, lapping up the salty fluid.

"Holy shit, Mandy," Scott grunted again, much more desperately this time. His eyes were scrunched. His teeth were chittering.

Could he really not cum? How long would I have to do this to get him to cum? I guess I'll find out!

I pressed forward, taking a bit into my throat once again. Scott grunted through his nose. I pulled back slightly then pushed forward once again, taking more. A considerable amount of drool had built up, escaped my bottom lip and began dripping onto his balls and taint.

"Oh, Mandy, Jesus," his legs were stiffening. Was I getting close?

"Come here," Scott finally said through ragged gasps. "Come here, baby."

I pulled myself from his lap. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, just... please, come here." I crawled up his body, doing my best to wipe the sloppiness from my face. I got most of it before he pulled me in for a deep kiss. His hands found my ass, pulling me up toward him. "I just want to..."

He looked me up and down. That hunger in his eyes had returned as he settled on my chest. Then his hands closed in, grabbing at my breasts, squeezing, kneading before he stuffed his face between them.

Damn, this bra really got him going!

His chin dug into my tight cleavage. His lips covered every inch of the endless flesh. His fingers dug into the cups of my bra, pinching at my nipples.

I wish I was exaggerating when I say that he spent the next ten full minutes licking, sucking, grabbing, and groping my tits in every way possible but, if I'm being honest, I could have let him go for ten more. Eventually, though, my subconscious got the best of me.

"Oh, yea," I moaned. My hips had begun gyrating unbeknownst to me, grinding my crotch into Scott's thigh.

Jesus, I was wet

I reached behind me, feeling around until I finally grabbed ahold of his cock.

Jesus, he was hard

I bit my lip and Scott moaned into my chest as I lowered myself onto him, feeling him fill me once again. Slowly I pulled up then lowered myself back down. I placed my hands on the arm of the couch for better stability. I arched my back, pressing my breasts even harder into Scott's face. I wasn't sure how he hadn't suffocated.

I wanted to take it slow, to really savor every second, but my subconscious got the best of me once again. I began bouncing on his lap. My ass smacked into his thighs. My breasts swung backward, pulling away from Scott's ravenous face before bouncing forward against his chin and cheeks.

"Oh, Jesus, Scott," I moaned. He had grabbed my ass and was pulling me down, all while bucking back up into me from below. I slipped the straps of my bra off my shoulders but Scott grabbed the cups and pressed them into my breasts. Cleavage spilled out everywhere. My hands went to my hair, twirling mindlessly as I got lost in ecstasy.

"OH, SCOTT! OH, SCOTT!" I moaned. Scott's hips had lifted me up off the couch, shoving his cock as deep as he could. My body reacted to being filled up by exploding once again into another powerful orgasm. My hands clamped down on Scott's chest as I writhed on top of him.

"Oh, my God," I panted as I collapsed forward. I felt Scott slowly withdraw from me... then push back in.

"Oh, my God," I said again. "You still haven't cum?"

"I told you," he said. "I don't think it's got another in it." He was trying to sound sympathetic but his voice was full of frustration.

Was I pushing him too far?

Nah

"Go lay down on the bed," I told him.

"I'm serious. You don't have to-"

"Go lay down on the bed."

"It's 12:57. I should probably head out to the bar to-"