Ramya: Reiker delivers the best oral sex I've ever had

Reiker's suite is luxurious and infinitely better for our time together than my small room with two queen beds.

"It's a little warm," he says.

"I like it. There's a good chance I'll be taking my clothes off soon." I grin.

"I hope so," he says and pulls me close to kiss.

That kiss in the middle of his hotel suite turns into the longest and best one I've ever had. His lips press, tease, and pleasure all at once. Minutes go by, then tongues finally come into play, interlaced together, exploring each other. He pulls my closer, until my breasts and his crotch presses.

I feel like I have to stand on my toes, which is awesome. At 6'1", I've never felt that enclosed and protected. Reiker is a contrast of rock hard muscles and gentle softness where it matters. He's hard, huge, and very intimidating. There's an extra level of anticipation making the kiss hotter, because I've embraced the next step. That big dick will be inside me soon. The thought makes me shiver.

He notices. Our lips smack as he pulls back "Are you okay?"

My cheeks redden and I admit it, glancing down between us. "I can feel you. It's huge... you're going to change me down there forever if you can even make it fit."

"It will fit," he says. "Nervous?"

"No," I say. "I'm in good hands."

"We'll go slow and respectful," he reassures. "Take breaks if you need them. I promise you'll have a great time."

"You're a professional," I say.

"And I care about you, and I'm here for you," he says gently.

I grin. "I know. I meant... I need to pee, and probably freshen up."

His hands are at the zipper on my dress in the back. "Can I help you out of this?"

He tugs the zipper down and helps guide it off my shoulders and down my hips, leaving me in the red bra and thong that I hid under the red dress. He grins and stares, then picks up my dress as I step out. "I'll hang this up for you. Take your time."

I make sure I'm clean everywhere, fully expecting his lips to cover any part of my body. I briefly lament the full bush of silky Indian jet-black hair I'm still rocking like it's 1970 that screams "virgin." I slip a finger into my pussy. I'm as wet as I've ever been, and it glides right in. I take my bra off and let the big cow tits still out. My only casualty of my weight loss regimen. The rest of me is firmed-up perfection, but my giant tits sag with stretch marks and sad, bloated nipples pointing down.

I notice the unopened toothbrush. A pair of pajamas rests on one of the vanities. I hold up the pants. My size.

I step out of the bathroom naked. Cool air wafts across my hard nipples and the wetness already slick between my legs. My heart is thudding loud enough I swear he can hear it.

"Okay, now I'm nervous," I admit.

Reiker has shed his coat and tie, sleeves rolled to his forearms, dress shirt clinging just enough to hint at the muscle underneath. He's turned the covers down neatly on the bed. His eyes widen as they take me in head to toe with an appreciative smile.

"I've been imagining this view all night. It's even better than I'd hoped," he says.

I glance down at the jet-black bush that's probably a shock in this waxed world of Vegas, and my heavy breasts that gravity defeated. "Even with the retro landscaping down there? And these?" I cup my tits and lift them as if to apologize for their sag.

I release my breasts as he steps closer and puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. He looks hungrily at my pussy and tits for a second again before meeting my eyes. "The full bush is rare these days, but that makes it special. It looks great on you." I gasp as he cups a breast and lifts. "You're natural and real, and I'll take that any day. Ramya, I can tell you worked hard on your body."

Reiker sees the muscles, knows fat has melted off to get me here. "Thank you for noticing. I have a great ass." I grin, then add, "Can I show you?"

"Of course," he laughs.

I turn for him and arch my back playfully, showing the nice hourglass shape, the full buttocks from the heavy lifting. "You better like it," I tease, then turn and arch a brow.

"I love it. You're stunning," he says, his voice low and sincere. "Every inch of you."

He moves in closer, and I lean up to meet his kiss. I open my mouth immediately and try to press against him, but he pulls back, puts his forehead against mine, lifts a breast again. "Plus I can't wait to see these bouncing around when we're having sex."

"Oh my God!" I gasp and blush red. "You're such a man."

This time when he leans in to kiss, I stop him and comment on the pajamas.

"I'd love for you to stay over," he says. "But of course I can take you back tonight if you prefer. I have workout clothes for you to get back to your room tomorrow. You're a hard woman to shop for. Tall."

"A covert walk of shame, I like it. You thought of everything." I grin and reach down, clasp his erection through his pants. My eyes go wide. "Good lord, you remembered a quality lubricant I hope."

"Yes."

We kiss again, slower this time, his shirt brushing against my bare skin. I tug at his buttons, wanting to even the playing field. He helps, shrugging off the shirt to reveal a chiseled chest that's all ridges and strength. With his height and handsome face and mature confidence, Reiker is easily the hottest guy I've ever been with, probably ever seen. His sex appeal is off the charts. And he's so kind. I already want give a big middle finger to Indian culture and have his babies.

Worth every penny. My choice. One night.

There will be real consequences. I just don't care when he's kissing me.

He leads me to the bed, and we kiss on our sides, Reiker slowly building the tension. There's so much wonderful kissing, it goes on and on. I move closer, my pendulous breasts hanging down, the deflated upper part of my chest against his. I drape a leg over instinctively, pulling even closer. His hand rubs my back, slides down, teases at the top of my butt crack, but doesn't explore the growing wetness lower. I'm aching for him to go there, but he's going so slow, almost too respectful. I push in frustration, finally putting the wetness right on the underside of his cock in his boxers.

He chuckles, steers me to my back. My breasts finally get some attention, gentle fingers caressing them, lightly brushing the nipples, gentle sucking and kissing. Then he kisses my lips again while his palm slides lower. I spread my legs, ready for him, and gasp when his middle finger traces down my wet slit. A few seconds in my thick bush is all he needs to find and tease out my clit with a finger, stroking it gently. I'm a live wire, already close to an orgasm.

"I know you said you have some experience, that you've given blow jobs-"

"I've mastered them," I cut in with a wicked grin, then gasp sharp as his finger swirls my clit just right. "If there was an award, I'd win it."

"Have you had it done to you?"

"Uh huh," I moan. "Not as much. It's more intimate. I trust you. Kiss me anywhere."

His kisses trail lower, down my belly, and I spread my legs. He moves between them and kisses my inner thigh. Then his tongue parts my crease and slides up, gentle at first, lapping at my clit like he's savoring a delicacy. Oh god, the sensations, warm, wet, insistent. I moan, my hands gripping the sheets. He circles, sucks lightly, then flattens his tongue for broader strokes. It's building fast. "That's good, Reiker, like that..." As if he needs instruction. It feels like he's been learning my body for years already.

I run my hands through his hair, resisting7 the urge to pull with my hands or grip with my thighs.

His tongue traces down the short distance to my opening, the tip probing, feeling me out, gauging my tightness. His thumbs pull me apart, inspecting. I spread my legs more, let him see the seal he's going to pop tonight.

His tongue slides back up to my clit, quickly bringing me over the edge. I shatter hard in orgasmic bliss and cry out. I see no point in holding back with Reiker.

He comes back to lie next to me, lips and chin glistening with me. I kiss him and taste myself and love it. "You're really good at that," I say.

"You make it easy, Ramya. You're very sensual and responsive. I love pleasuring you. I noticed your pussy is sealed up tight down there like a good Indian bride who's never been penetrated. Not even a vibrator or dildo?"

I wink at him and shake my head no. "Nothing bigger than a finger. Saved it for you."

"That's incredibly sexy. I'm going to deflower you properly, like you deserve."

I can tell... this man likes that I am a virgin. A paid professional, and he’s hard just knowing he’ll be the first. That thought alone makes me even wetter than I already was from his tongue. "I want this. I'm yours. What are you waiting for?"