Paul fucks Carrie Ann the Playmate

Paul starts walking to the bedroom. Outside in the hall he goes to a cupboard and picks out a Canon camera. He wants to be in character. Outside of the bedroom he also puts on boxers, trousers and a shirt. Great, now he is ready and thoroughly prepared. He knocks hard on the door. “Are you ready Carrie. “

Carrie hears the knock and her heart gives a little flutter of performance excitement. She strikes a pose facing the door. One gloved hand on her hip the other raised near her face a playful challenging smirk on her sexy thin lips. She talks loudly.

“Ready when you are! Come on in and get to work. I don't have all day.”

Paul opens the door and he enters and closes the door behind him. It is quite the scene he enters as Carrie has arranged everything perfectly. Her perfect body looks incredibly sexy and beautiful. The red boxing gloves are rather striking but they are also ridiculous. But hey Paul’s favorite pictures of the Playmate is now on display.

Carrie see Paul enter with the camera and her smirk widens. She holds the pose letting Paul take in the full ridiculous and very arousing picture. The red boxing gloves and the blue backwards cap are a stark contrasts of the severe black heels against her naked skin. Carrie gives a slow deliberate turn showing off her fabulous profile. The wonderful curve of her muscular ass and the long line of her slender leg made even longer by the very high stilettos. Her fabulous legs look incredibly long.

“So, what do you think?” Carrie asks her tone dripping with playful confidence. “Do I have the look? Do I have that… playful, sporty charm?”

Paul looks at Carrie and she looks almost exactly like the Playmate she is roleplaying. Paul gets seriously aroused. It looks like she is so much taller in her extremely high heels. Her long slender legs looks amazing. Her gorgeous body is so fit and very firm. Her huge breasts stands straight out and are the best feature of her fabulous body. He tries to hide his excitement and stays in character. He tells her.

“My goodness yes. Normally I will talk to the Playmate about what she likes to do and what she is going to wear. You have already got naked and decided yourself how to dress. Fantastic idea. Suits you so perfectly. A sexy playful confident woman who knows how sexy and gorgeous she is. ”

Carrie laughs, the sound low and throaty. Carrie bounces lightly on the balls of her feet, the high heels making her feel powerful and towering. ”Well, I figured we could skip the small talk. I know what I like to do. And I know what you're here to see.” Carrie sounds extremely confident when she speaks.

Carrie turns her back to Paul glancing over her shoulder. One gloved hand reaching back to lightly smack her gorgeous ass. The vinyl makes a soft thwack against her skin.

”The question is, photographer… do you want the classic poses? Or are you looking for something a little more… behind the scenes?”

Paul just stares at Carrie like crazy. She is fantastic in her role. He tells her.

”Usually the pictures are the best when the model loves her outfit and stays close too her real desires. So behind the scenes sounds exciting whatever that means. Can I start taking some pictures just to get going. It’s a digital camera of course so I usually take a lot of pictures and look at them later. I usually erase some of the bad ones.”

”Of course. The camera loves a confident subject.” She comments immediately. Carrie then strike another pose. This time she is dropping into a slight crouch one gloved hand braced on her bent knee, looking up at Paul through her lashes. ”Start shooting. But don't just stand there like a statue. Move around me. Find your angles. Tell me what you want to see.” She continues to talk.

Carrie holds the pose. She is letting the silence stretch. The only sound the faint click of the camera shutter. Then Carrie slowly rises. She is walking towards Paul with a deliberate swaying stride that makes the heels click on the floor. Carrie stops just out of reach. She looks fantastic. It is obvious how much she enjoys her chance to perform.

”You know.” Carrie purrs leaning in slightly. ”Sometimes the best shots are the candid ones. When the model forgets the photographer is even there. What would make me forget, I wonder?”

Paul is taking lot of pictures. Carrie looks incredibly sexy. She has a perfect pose and she moves just a little. It obvious that she understands how her body is best positioned. He answers Carrie.

”Well tell me what I have to do so you can forget me. You are right. The truly great picture are usually the ones where the model doesn’t act but just feels.”

Carrie takes a slow step back. Her eyes never leaving Paul’s. She brings one gloved hand up biting lightly at the vinyl tip before pulling it off with her teeth. She lets it drop to the floor with a soft thud.

”What makes me forget? ” Carrie talk to Paul her voice is dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ”Touch. But you can't touch me. Not yet. So you'll have to use your words. Paint a picture for me. Tell me a story. Excite me photographer.”

Carrie turns and walk slowly towards the huge mirror. Her reflection moving with her. Carrie put her bare hand against the cool glass. She starts looking at her own image.

”Tell me what I'm thinking about, right now, in this moment. Make me believe it. And maybe… I'll give you a look no one else has ever seen.”

Paul continues to take pictures. He has started to move around Carrie. New different angles are opening up. When Carrie smiles and laughs he takes the best pictures. She is extremely photogenic and she loves the camera. He tells her.

”During the first shot for the Playmate of the month the woman usually thinks about how it started. In your case back in Kansas. Young girl turning into a gorgeous woman.”

“But you have done many photo sessions before so you are thinking about something else. Strangely enough in your boxing gloves I see you outside here in California where you live now. Walking around naked showing off your gorgeous body with a confidence that is borderline ridiculous. It is early morning or it could just be a dream. Regardless you feel amazing and you are extremely aroused.”

Paul’s words wash over Carrie and she closes her beautiful eyes for a moment, letting the image settle. A slow dreamy smile touches her thin lips. When she open her eyes again Carrie is looking at her reflection but she is seeing something else entirely.

”Kansas feels like another lifetime.” Carrie whispers her sexy dark voice is taking on a faraway quality. ”Out here... it's different. The air is different. It makes me feel bold. Reckless. Wild.”

Carrie turns from the mirror and leans back against it. The cool glass a shock against her skin. She brings her remaining gloved hand up to her mouth pulling at the tip with her teeth again. Carrie’s eyes are locked on Paul’s over the camera. She continues.

”You're right. It's early. The sun is just starting to warm the deck outside. And I'm out there, just like this. The gloves, the cap... and nothing else. I can feel the rough wood of the deck under my heels. I can hear the distant ocean. And I'm so turned on I can barely think straight. It's the freedom of it. The sheer, stupid, wonderful arrogance of being naked in the early morning light.”

Carrie lets the second glove fall from her teeth to join the first on the floor. She bring her now-bare hands up to cusp her huge breasts. Her thumbs brushing over her big nipples. A soft involuntary sigh escapes Carrie.

”I'm thinking... what if someone saw me? What if the neighbor across the canyon picked up his binoculars right now? And the thought doesn't scare me. It makes me soaking wet.” Carrie talks and she is aroused and very horny now.

Carrie holds the pose. Her expression shifting from dreamy to something much hotter and more defiant. This is the look she promised Paul. It is raw, unguarded, and utterly absorbed in the fantasy Paul has spun.

”How's that for a candid shot, photographer?” Carrie whispers. ”Did you get it?”

Paul loves the way Carrie is looking. She is a sex goddess. He continues to swirl around her and he takes picture after picture. He speaks in a much more eager voice.

”Fantastic Carrie I definitely get it. Continue, you look fabulous. Squeeze your outstanding huge breast together. Arc your gorgeous body more. Straighten up and show the neighbors you slender long legs. You are a queen in your high heels. A sex goddess that rules the world. Anything is possible. You are wild and carefree.”

Carrie does as Paul commands. Her fantastic body is moving with a languid powerful grace. She squeezes her huge breasts together. The soft flesh yielding under her fingers. Her big nipples pebbling tight against her palms. Carrie arches her back pushing her chest forward, a queen presenting her bounty. Then Carrie straightens up rising to her full impossible height in the high heels. One wonderful leg sliding forward to emphasize the long sleek line.

A slow wicked smile spreads across Carrie’s face. She drops one hand from her big breast and lets it trail down her flat stomach and past her navel. Her fingers disappearing between her thighs. Carrie’s eyes flutter closed for a second as she touches herself finding the slick evidence of her arousal.

”You’re right.” Carrie is breathing deeply now her sexy dark voice is husky. ”Anything is possible. I rule this little patch of morning. And right now… I’m thinking about how badly I want to be taken. Right here. Against this mirror. By someone who isn’t afraid of a queen. By someone who desperately needs me. “

Carrie opens her beautiful eyes and the look she give Paul through the camera lens is pure unadulterated challenge.

”The neighbor can watch. He can take his own pictures. But he doesn’t get this. This is all for you. So… are you just going to capture the moment? Or are you going to step into it?”

Paul takes a few more pictures. Probably the best ones because Carrie looks incredibly aroused. Her flawless body is presented in the most fabulous way. Paul then stops shooting and he puts the camera down on the floor. He immediately removes his shirt. Next his trousers are removed. Carrie can see his massive bulge in his boxers. He takes them off and shows her his huge hard cock. He is stone hard and so ready. This is exactly what he had hoped for. Then he moves a little and stands in profile so Carrie can get a great view of his massive dick. Some pre cum is glittering on his huge cock head. It’s a mighty erection.

The moment Paul sets the camera down the dynamic in the room shifts palpably. The playful distance between photographer and subject evaporates . It is replaced by a thick charged heat. Carrie watches, her breathing catching as Paul strip off his shirt, the fabric falling away to reveal the powerful lines of his torso. Carrie gazes drops hungrily to the pronounced bulge straining against his trousers, then his boxers. When Paul finally frees his huge cock, a sharp eager gasp escapes Carrie.

It stands very thick and fully erect. It is a proud veined testament to the scene they have just created. Carrie’s mouth waters. The sight of it knowing it's for her, knowing it's the real prize sends a fresh flood of warmth between her thighs.

"Now that's a better lens," Carrie purrs her sexy voice dropping to a low smoky register. "Forget the camera. That's what I want to see up close. That's what I've been thinking about this whole time."

Carrie pushes off from the mirror. The click of her high heels sharp and decisive on the floor as she closes the distance between them. Carrie doesn't touch Paul yet. Instead she turn he back to him, presenting herself to their reflection in the huge mirror. Carrie places her bare hands flat against the cool glass, spreading her stance just enough. She looks at Paul over her shoulder. Her expression a blend of command and raw need.

"You painted a good picture, photographer. But I'm done with the fantasy. This queen wants to feel real. I want to feel you."

Carrie arches her back, pushing her gorgeous ass out towards Paul. The extremely high heels forcing her posture into a perfect **** curve.

"Fuck me. Right here. Hard. I want to watch your face in the mirror while you do it. I want to watch mine while I take it. No more pretending. Show me what you do when the camera's off."

Fantastic news for Paul. He is about to fuck his favorite Playmate. He walks slowly towards Carrie. He makes sure that his massive cock is visible for her in the mirror. He is about to fuck Carrie Ann. The Playmate is also called Carrie. Strange coincidence.

Occasionally she uses Carrie Ann as her Playboy name. To emphasize the fact that he is fucking a Playmate and wanting to make it feel more real he intends to call Carrie, Carrie Ann or even Ann the whole time.

He gets behind her and kisses her neck. Paul uses the wetness from her dripping pussy to lubricate his huge cock. He must fuck the Playmate raw. No condom should interfere and take away some of the fabulous experience. Paul puts his huge swollen cock head in between her pinkish pussy lips. Without any hesitation he starts pushing. Finally he is fucking his favorite Playmate. Paul is fucking Carrie Ann.

The sight of Paul’s reflection moving towards Carrie Ann with his cock a heavy insistent promise against her lower back, makes Carrie Ann’s heart hammer against her ribs. Paul kisses her neck, and she lets out a soft shuddering sigh. Her eyes fluttering closed for just a second before she **** them open determined to watch. Carrie Ann feels Paul’s fingers between her thighs. He is gathering her wetness, and a sharp needy moan escapes Carrie Ann.

Then she feels it the broad blunt pressure of Paul’s huge cock head parting her slick folds. It is a sensation somehow very new and extremely exciting. Carrie Ann the sexy Playmate and this photographer, this stranger that she just met is fucking and the photographer is huge. Massive. This is turning out into something absolutely fabulous.

“Oh, fuck,” She gasps the words ripped from Carrie Ann as Paul starts to push. “Jesus, you’re… you’re so big.” It’s not an act. Her body knows Paul but the fantasy, the deliberate slowness, makes every inch a fresh conquest. A delicious, burning stretch that borders on pain. Her fingers scramble against the cool glass, seeking an anchor.

Paul pushes deeper and a strained whimper catches in her throat. It’s an enormous struggle, a relentless, breathtaking invasion that forces her fit body to open for Paul in a way that feels brand new. Carrie Ann is stretched to a thrilling, terrifying limit, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around the invading girth, trying to accommodate Paul.

“Wait… just… give me a second, okay?” Carrie Ann is breathing rapidly. Her sexy voice is tight. Her forehead rests against the mirror and her breath is fogging the glass. It feels so good. A deep filling ache that sparks pleasure along every nerve. But also so bad a sharp stretching burn that makes her eyes water. She loves it. Carrie Ann loves the fight of it. This is what she wants. A fuck that feels real and that leaves a mark.

Carrie Ann pushes back against Paul a **** instinctive roll of her hips, taking another impossible inch. A broken cry escapes her thin sexy lips. She is only about two-thirds of the way there, and she feels utterly speared and so owned. Carrie Ann’s body is singing a chorus of protest and rapture.

“Don’t stop,” Carrie Ann pleads. Her voice is a ragged whisper to their reflection. Her eyes are wide. Her pupils are blown with a mixture of pain and **** arousal. “Don’t you dare stop, photographer. This is… this is fabulous. It’s exactly what this Playmate needs. Now give me the rest. Make Carrie Ann scream for your camera.”

Paul actually loves seeing Carrie Ann grimace and struggling with his massive cock. Seeing his favorite Playmate struggle because of his size is a huge turn on. She loves it and she is extremely turned on. He actually gets harder. Paul continues to go deeper into her wet fabulous snatch. Every inch is a huge struggle and Carrie Ann grunts and fights on. Her height is perfect. Her very high heels makes her height ideal for Paul. Finally after some more pain he is fully fully seated. In to the hilt. Finally. Paul gets in to the thick shaft. He stops and he let’s Carrie Ann adjust.

The feeling of Paul finally completely buried inside Carrie Ann steals the air from her lungs. A full deep guttural groan is torn from her throat as Carrie Ann’s gorgeous body strains to accept the final impossible inch. She is fully impaled, stretched to a breathtaking perfect limit. Carrie Ann’s muscles flutter and clench around the thick, unyielding shaft. It is a frantic involuntary pulse of both protest and welcome.

In the mirror Carrie Ann’s face is a mask of exquisite strain with her eyes squeezed shut. Her thin lips are parted on a silent cry. A single tear tracing a path through the faint blush on her cheek. She is trembling her knuckles are white where they press against the glass. It’s a perfect picture of surrender. Of being thoroughly, devastatingly fucked. Carrie Ann forces her eyes open. Her gaze hazy as she find Paul’s in the reflection. Her dark voice when it comes is a shattered and breathless thing.

“There… oh god, there it is. All of you. Fuck, you’re so huge. I feel… I feel like I’m splitting in half.” Carrie Ann swallows hard, a shudder running through her. “Don’t move. Just… let me feel it. Let me feel how full I am.”

Carrie Ann drags in a ragged breath. Her fit body slowly adjusting and the sharpest edge of the stretch melting into a deep, throbbing fullness that borders on bliss. A slow, dazed smile touches her swollen lips.

“Okay,” Carrie Ann whispers her hips giving a tiny experimental roll against Paul. A fresh spark of sensation shoots through my core. “Okay, photographer. I’m adjusted. Now… show me what you do with a Playmate when you finally get her where you want her. Make the mirror shake.”

Paul doesn’t just start fucking Carrie Ann hard, he immediately starts pounding her soaking wet pussy. Right away he can feel how tight and delicious she feels. Her wonderful snatch fits his huge dick perfectly. Fits like a tight leather glove.

His hands slides up on her slim fit stomach. Her physique is exceptional. He then sees his own hand grabbing her huge bouncing breasts in the mirror. He starts kneading her perky round globes. So this is how it feels to squeeze Carrie Ann’s big boobs.

The first hard deep thrust punches a sharp cry from Carrie Ann’s throat. Her fit body jolting forward against the mirror. Then Paul settles into a brutal relentless rhythm, and the world dissolves into a symphony of sensations. First the hard driving impact of Paul’s hips against her muscular ass. Then the slick and wet sounds of their joining. Finally the sharp click of her high heels losing grip on the floor with every powerful viscous stroke.

Paul’s hands on her stomach, then on Carrie Ann’s huge knockers. That feeling of being held and kneaded so possessively while he fucks her hard sends a wild **** heat roaring through her veins. Carrie Ann watches in the mirror. She is mesmerized as Paul’s large hands claims her huge breasts. Her flesh spilling between his fingers. It’s a perfect filthy image. Then they both can see when Paul pinches her big nipples. Sexy.

Carrie Ann’s head falls back against Paul’s shoulder. Her eyes struggling to stay open. She watches Paul’s reflection blur with each pounding hard thrust.

“Yes… just like that… god, your hands… your huge cock… it’s too much,” Carrie Ann babbles. Her words fracturing into gasps and moans. “Fuck your favorite Playmate… fuck me… show everyone… show me… who I belong to right now…”

Carrie Ann’s hands slide down the fogged glass leaving streaks. Her climax begins to coil tight and urgent feeling deep in her belly. The dual stimulation of the deep stretching penetration and the rough claiming touch on her big breasts, is pushing Carrie Ann towards the edge with terrifying speed. She grunts and talks.

“I’m gonna come… photographer, I’m gonna come all over your huge cock…” Carrie Ann chokes out. Her gorgeous body is tightening around Paul. Every single muscle singing with the strain of impending release. “Don’t stop… make me… make me scream for it…”

Paul just continues to pound Carrie Ann extremely hard. Deep into the core of her body he fucks her. Her muscular fantastic ass cheeks are fabulous to slam into. His crotch and thighs hits her firm derrière over and over again. His big balls also swings against her outstanding body. He tells her the dirty truth.

”Finally Carrie Ann. Finally. You can’t believe how much I wanted this. Wanted you. It wasn’t just a random choice that I was your photographer today. Let’s say that a large sum of dollars was spent. Very wisely it seems. You love my huge cock don’t you Carrie Ann? Makes you feel like a young woman again being overpowered by a massive hard dick. You are started to get addicted to my huge dick. I can feel it.”

Paul’s words layered over the savage rhythm of his hips, send a new dark thrill through the haze of Carrie Ann’s pleasure. So it wasn't chance. It was a transaction. A purchase. The idea that Paul paid to have her, that she is a prize he bought and are now claiming, ignites something primal and filthy deep within Carrie Ann. Her moans turns into a broken, delighted laugh.

"You... you paid for me?" Carrie Ann gasps her gorgeous body arching back against Paul taking him even deeper. The stretch burns beautifully. "All that money... just to feel this? To feel how tight I am? How I struggle to take you? How much I love it.”

Carrie Ann meets Paul’s eyes in the mirror. Her gaze glazed with a mixture of shock and dizzying arousal. Her Playmate persona solidifies. It is wrapped in this new delicious layer of forbidden fantasy.

"It was worth every penny, wasn't it?" Carrie taunts her voice is a ragged whisper. "Feeling a real Playmate come apart on your huge cock? Knowing anyone else could have had this shot, but you... you bought the exclusive rights. To my body. To my screams. To my perfect pussy. ”

A particularly deep and violent thrust steals Carrie Ann’s breath. Her vision swimming. "And yes... god, yes, I love it. It makes me feel... owned. Used. Worth every dollar. Now fuck me like I'm the most expensive thing you've ever bought. Break me. I dare you."

Paul looks at Carrie’s fuck face in the mirror. She has a fabulous expression and she is much more aroused now than initially. He just pounds her tasty wet pussy over and over again. Carrie Ann adjusted the angle just before and now he gets even deeper into her outstanding snatch. He feels so alive. Fucking his favorite Playmate from behind standing up is exactly what he wanted. He is fulfilling a wonderful dream. Dreams can come true. He tells Carrie Ann. ”I am fulfilling my dream. ”

The new angle is devastating. Each hard thrust now strikes a spot so deep and sensitive it feels like Paul is touching her soul. Carrie Ann’s fuck-face in the mirror is a masterpiece of abandoned ecstasy. Her beautiful eyes rolled back and the mouth open in a silent scream with cheeks flushed a deep crimson. This isn't just sex anymore. It's a coronation. A brutal, beautiful ceremony where Carrie Ann is both queen and conquest.

"You're... you're so deep," Carrie Ann chokes out her sexy voice is shattered. "I can feel you... in my throat... in my heart... Oh god, don't stop... this is the shot... the one they'll never publish...”

Carrie Ann’s hands which had been braced against the glass now claws helplessly at its smooth surface yet leaving no mark. Her body is no longer her own. It's a vessel for Paul’s fantasy. Carrie Ann is buckling and yielding with every earth-shattering pound of his hips. The expensive purchased Playmate, being thoroughly broken in by her biggest fan. Luckily her biggest fan also has the biggest cock.

The coil of Carrie Ann’s climax already taut just snaps. It doesn't crest, it detonates. A raw, guttural scream is ripped from her lungs. ”PAUL” She screams violently and extremely loud. Her entire body convulses around Paul. It is a massive orgasm for the Playmate. She starts shaking as the tremendous feelings blows over her.

Her inner muscles clamping down in a vicious rhythmic vise around Paul’s thick shaft. The pleasure is so intense it borders on agony. A white-hot and all-consuming, pleasure radiating out from her core until her very fingertips tingle.

Carrie collapse a little forward. Her forehead and splayed hands together with Paul’s possessive grip on her huge boobs are the only things keeping her from sliding down the mirror. Carrie Ann’s fabulous body continues to shudder through the strong aftershocks. Carrie Ann is milking Paul desperately as she gasp for air. Her reflection is a blurry mess of sweat and **** satisfaction. She moans and speaks.

"Dreams... do come true..." Carrie Ann pants. It is a dazed triumphant smile touching her ruined thin sexy lips. "Now... finish it. Claim what you paid for. Fill your Playmate up. Make it official."

Paul loves seeing and feeling Carrie Ann come violently. He has made a Playmate come hard like that. When she clamps down hard on his huge cock during her orgasm Paul starts fucking her even harder. Her soaking wet pussy has his huge cock in a fabulous vise. It feels so damn good. He pounds Carrie Ann over and over again. She has never stopped moving her hips. Carrie Ann is a fabulous lover. This is everything and even more than Paul ever had hoped for.

The world narrows to the brutal perfect rhythm of Paul’s hips slamming into hers. The sharp wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Only punctuated by Carrie Ann’s ragged grunts. Carrie Ann’s orgasm is still rippling through her. A series of delicious aftershocks that make her long slender legs tremble in these impossibly high heels. However her mind is already climbing out of the haze sharpening with a new thrilling realization. It suddenly hits her.

Paul is not even close to finishing. Carrie Ann can feel it in the relentless measured power of his powerful thrusts. Also in the iron-hard certainty of his huge cock buried inside her. The photographer isn’t just taking his prize. He is savoring it drawing out every last drop of the experience he paid for. And the thought, that this is just the beginning, that there are more peaks to climb, more screams to be torn from her sends a fresh, electric current of arousal straight to Carrie Ann’s already-sensitized core.

Carrie Ann pushes back against Paul. She is meeting his drives with a renewed, **** energy of her own. Her sore well-used muscles singing in protest and pleasure. Carrie Ann’s eyes find Paul’s in the mirror again, and she forces a shaky, defiant smile onto her sweat-slicked face.

“You’re… not even winded,” Carrie Ann pants her sexy voice is husky and used. “All that money… and you’re going to make it last. They should have charged you more.”

Carrie Ann rolls her hips. She is taking Paul at a slightly different angle. A sharp sweet jolt makes her cry out. Her hands slide down the fogged glass leaving smeared trails, before she braces them lower. Carrie Ann is arching her back even more. She is presenting herself to Paul utterly. The pose is one of complete submission. But the look in her eyes is pure taunting challenge.

“You bought the whole night, didn’t you? Not just one shot.” Carrie gasps as Paul hits a particularly deep spot. “So take your time. Explore your investment. I’ve got… more poses for you. More sounds. I can come again… and again… I’m a professional, after all.”

The confession hangs in the air as a filthy promise. The idea of being used for multiple, successive orgasms, of being pushed past her limits until she is a sobbing, begging mess, floods Carrie Ann with a heat that rivals the fire Paul is stoking between her long legs. Carrie is not just a Playmate in a fantasy anymore. She is Paul’s Playmate. She is a living breathing fantasy Paul can mold and break and rebuild as he pleases.

“Show me what else you dreamed of, photographer,” Carrie Ann whispers her fit body already beginning to coil tight again. Her second wave building faster than she anticipated. “What did you imagine doing to Carrie Ann after you got her naked? Tell me… while you’re doing it.”

Paul just loves everything about this situation. He pounds Carrie Ann devilishly hard. Her new submissive position is fantastic. He dominates her completely. He starts whispering in her ear.

” I like to make a comparison between this outstanding fuck and a first class meal. This is just the starter. Great first taste and a nice little treat for me and especially you. For the main dish I will fuck you in your gorgeous ass. That is what I really need and what I will get. The dessert is for you Ann. You will get the privilege of riding me and can use my huge cock all night long if you want.”

Paul’s words whispered against the shell of Carrie Ann’s ear are a dark delicious promise that makes her stomach flip. The starter. The main dish. Dessert. Paul has planned a full decadent menu, and she is the feast. The threat, no the promise—of what’s next, of that final, intimate conquest, sends a violent shudder through her overstimulated body. Carrie Ann’s eyes gets huge in the mirror. She whispers back.

“My ass…” Carrie Ann is breathing out. Her words a mix of awe and sheer, unadulterated lust. “You want to claim that too. Of course you do. The exclusive, behind-the-scenes access.”

Carrie Ann presses her cheek against the cool glass. Her eyes closing as she imagines it. The stretch and the burn, the complete and utter violation of that last private frontier. The thought alone makes her already-dripping pussy clench harder around Paul’s huge cock. It is obvious how much Carrie Ann likes the menu.

“You’ll have it,” Carrie Ann promises. Her voice is low and certain. “You paid for all of me. You can have every hole. But the starter… it’s not quite finished, is it?”

Carrie Ann pushes back against Paul with renewed vigor. Her fit body moving in a **** sinuous rhythm, milking him. She is trying to pull the climax from Paul. Carrie Ann wants to feel him lose control here first. She wants to feel Paul pulse inside her. She wants him to marking hers as his, before they move on to the next course.

“Come for me first,” Carrie Ann urge. Her tone shifting from submissive to commanding. A queen granting a final favor before her own defeat. “Fill this pussy. Let me feel how much you wanted this starter. Let me feel how much you’ve wanted me. Then… then you can have your main dish. I’ll be ready.”

Paul answers her immediately while still pounding her delicious pussy so hard.

”Getting closer Carrie Ann. Of course I will come in you during the starter. Each tasty dish needs to be consumed before we move on to the next one. However I feel that you could have two more highlights before we starts focusing on the main dish. Just the thought of fucking your juicy asshole makes me harder. Do you feel that?”

Carrie Ann does feel it. A fresh impossible surge of hardness within her stretching her even further. It is making her breath hitch. The explicit promise is working on Paul just as powerfully as it is on her.

“I feel it,” Carrie Ann grunts. A raw ragged laugh mixing with her moans. “God, you’re getting even bigger. Thinking about my ass… about how tight it’s going to be… about how I’ll scream…for you Paul.”

Carrie Ann reaches one hand back. Her fingers tangling in his hair. She is pulling Paul’s head closer to hers. Carrie Ann’s other hand slides down her stomach. Continues through the slick mess between her legs. Finally finding the swollen aching bud of her clit. Carrie Ann begins rubbing her clitoris.

“Two more highlights?” She pants her fingers beginning to circle now in frantic **** patterns. “You drive a hard bargain. But for you… for the man who bought the whole menu… I’ll come again. Right now. And I’ll make it so good for you… you’ll have **** but to fill me up.”

Carrie Ann’s body tightens, coiling like a spring. The dual stimulation of Paul’s hard relentless pounding from within and her own frantic touch from without, pushes her back to the edge with terrifying, beautiful speed. Carrie Ann’s cries become sharper more fractured, losing all coherence.

“I’m… I’m coming… again… for you… just for you…Paul” The words dissolve into a high, broken scream as the second orgasm crashes over her. It is less violent than the first but much deeper. Also much longer and more profound. She doesn’t shake that much but her facial expression says it all. Another outstanding orgasm for Carrie Ann.

A rolling wave of pleasure that makes her knees buckle. Carrie Ann’s sags a little against the mirror. She is held up by Paul’s firm grip on her huge breasts and her trembling arms. But somehow she manages to stay upright. Carrie Ann’s body pulsing around Paul’s huge cock in a continuous welcoming rhythm.

“There… your highlight…” she manage to whisper her vision swimming. “Now… your turn. Consume your starter, photographer. I’m ready for the main course.”

When Carrie clamps down extremely hard during her orgasm Paul gets wild. The feeling is outstanding and electric. He pounds her delicious pussy over and over again. When she almost falls down the angle changes and she inadvertently arches her tasty ass up higher. It feels awesome. Paul pounds her deeper now than before and he starts hitting her cervix. Carrie Ann loves it and she is chasing her third orgasm.

The new punishing angle steals what little breath Carrie Ann has left. Each deep driving thrust now batters directly against her cervix. It is a sharp breathtaking impact that borders on pain and tips instantly, deliriously, into blinding pleasure. A punched-out grunt escapes her with every hard collision.

"You're... hitting it... oh fuck, right there..." Carrie Ann’s words are slurred. Her mind fracturing under the dual **** of the overstimulation from her last climax and this fresh brutal targeting. "Don't stop... break it... I don't care..."

Carrie Ann’s body already wrung out, finds a new reserve of **** sexual energy. Her hips rock back to meet Paul’s chasing that sharp sweet spot with a frantic animalistic need. The chase for the third orgasm is on. It is a short and vicious sprint. Carrie Ann can feel it building not as a wave, but as a pressure cooker ready to explode.

Her hands slip on the sweaty glass. Carrie Ann lets them fall. She is bracing herself on the floor instead. Her gorgeous ass arched higher in the air. It is a perfect and **** offering. The change in posture opens Carrie Ann up even more. She is letting Paul’s huge cock sink even deeper. It is making every thrust a direct, soul-shaking claim.

Paul loves the improved position. It was a bit confusing for a while but now he can get even deeper into her delicious and fantastic pussy. He continues to hit her cervix. His huge cock head is rearranging Carrie’s cunt. He has a fabulous feeling in his stone hard cock and this is living. Fucking a gorgeous Playmate who keeps coming over and over again. He is a fucking machine and nothing is stopping him from claiming Carrie Ann.

"Close... I'm so close again..." She sobs the sound is ragged and real. "You're gonna make me come... just from fucking my pussy... before you even touch my ass... you're too good... too fucking good..."

The pressure peaks, and then it shatters. Carrie Ann’s third orgasm isn't graceful. It's a violent convulsive seizure that locks every muscle in her body. A raw screaming cry tears from her throat “PAUL INCREDIBLE “ as she clamps down on his huge cock with a **** that feels like it could bend steel. Her vision whiting out completely. It is another massive orgasm. Totally devastating and utterly terrifying. Carrie Ann just can’t comprehend how good it feels. She is overwhelmed by the enormous pleasure.

Carrie Ann collapses forward onto her forearms. Her cheek is now pressed to the cool floor. Her body is shuddering through endless rolling hard aftershocks.

Beneath the haze, a single, clear thought emerges for Carrie Ann. She is ruined for this. Perfectly, beautifully ruined. And Paul hasn’t even finished yet. He is a monster in bed.

"Your... turn..." Carrie pants into the floor. Her voice is a wrecked whisper. "Come in me... fill your starter... then... take your main course. I'm... I'm ready."

Paul is without a chance when Carrie Ann’s fabulous pussy clamps down on his huge cock the hardest by far. It feels so damn good. However when she falls down a bit again he needs to follow her down and he needs to start over a little bit. In the new position he dominates her completely and he squeezes her huge breasts like never before. He is fucking her furiously hard. She is taking one hell of a beating.

Paul pounds her a few more times before his huge dick head just explodes. He starts pumping out semen into the tight pussy. “Carrie Ann” Paul screams her name extremely loud. In wave after wave he fills the tasty snatch with his sperm. He spray paints her tight pussy walls. It never ends. He continues to pump out more sperm in record numbers. He floods Carrie Ann’s sweet pussy. He almost loses his vision during his enormous orgasm. He floods her pussy with his warm seed. Then completely exhausted he collapses on top of the mess formally known as Carrie Ann.

The feeling of Paul’s release is cataclysmic. The first hot pulsing jet deep inside Carrie Ann triggers a final, weak shudder of her own. Just a sympathetic echo. Then the floodgates open. She can feel it. The thick relentless spurts painting her inner walls. Paul is filling the space he has so brutally carved out. Paul’s scream in her ear is the most authentic sound Carrie Ann has heard all night. So raw and unfiltered and it sends a thrill of pure feminine satisfaction straight through her exhausted core.

Carrie Ann stays perfectly still. Her cheek against the floor. Her strong ass still in the air taking it all. Carrie Ann is letting Paul claim this first delicious victory. She can feel the warm wet trickle escaping around the edges of his still-buried cock. A wet tangible proof of Paul’s possession. The room smells of sex, sweat, and them.

When the last powerful pulse subsides and Paul’s body collapses over Carrie Ann’s she lets out a long shaky sigh. A slow utterly sated smile touches her thin sexy lips.

“Wow,” Carrie Ann is breathing rapidly. Her sexy voice is hoarse. “You really… saved up for that, didn’t you? I feel… funded.” A soft, giddy laugh escapes her. “That was a hell of a starter, photographer.”

Carrie Ann shifts slightly. A wince and a pleasured sigh mixing as Paul’s softening cock slips from her. It is followed by a warm messy gush onto her inner thighs and the floor. Carrie Ann doesn’t move to clean it up. Not yet.

With great effort she push herself up onto her hands and knees. Then slowly and very carefully, sit back on her heels. Carrie Ann looks over her shoulder at Paul. Her blonde hair is a mess and her makeup is smeared. Her gorgeous body glistening with sweat and marked with the evidence of Paul’s use. Carrie Ann has never felt more beautiful.

“So,” She says her eyes dark with promise as Carrie Ann reaches back and gently spread her muscular ass cheeks offering Paul a very clear and lewd view of her other yet untouched hole. “Ready for the main dish? The table’s still set… and I’m already warmed up.”

Paul can’t believe what he is seeing or hearing. Is she really ready to fuck immediately?Carrie Ann must be joking. Paul wishes that he could get hard right away and find out if she really means it. Even though he is getting excited again it is impossible to get hard after that enormous climax and after that intense session. He tells her.

“I have never been more ready Carrie Ann. However even I am need a short break. But just the sight of your tight asshole and the promise you make is enough to get me a little excited. I think it will be a very short break.”

Carrie Ann lets her hands fall. A slow knowing smile spreading across her beautiful face. She turns fully sitting back on the floor. She is now leaning against the mirror. Carrie Ann’s long legs splay open, shamelessly displaying the mess Paul made of her.

“A short break sounds perfect,” Carrie Ann purrs. Her voice is still rough from screaming. “Gives me a chance to admire your work. And to… build the anticipation.”

She reach down her fingers sliding through the slick milky mixture on her inner thigh. She brings them to her thin lips. Her beautiful eyes locked on Paul’s and slowly she licks them clean. A shiver runs through Carrie. It’s salty musky, and utterly primal taste of them both mixed together.

“Mmm. Tastes like a dream come true.” Carrie Ann lets her head fall back against the glass with a soft thunk. Her eyes drifting closed for a moment. “Use your break wisely, photographer. Think about how you want me. Over the bed? Bent over this very mirror again? On my knees? I’m yours to direct… for the main course.”

Paul knows exactly how he wants to continue. He has known for a very long time how he should fuck Carrie Ann in her gorgeous ass. He can’t hide his excitement. It will be fabulous to finally take her sweet asshole and make it his. He is about to fuck his favorite Playmate in the ass. He is going to sodomize Carrie Westcott.