“The potato soup is good, although it’s too hot,” she said.
“My cock is telling me how hot you are.”
“I wet my panties when I saw you up close, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you.”
Encouraged, he said, “This article I’m writing about the shoot is going to include your sexiest poses and introduce you to an untapped market. Now will you go to bed with me?”
Lowering her eyes, she reached across the table, placed her hands on his, and flipped her hair to one side. “I have an itch between my big toes. Is there a Taoist solution for such a problem?”
A big smile spread across Randy’s face. “I believe there’s an old-fashioned remedy for that specific malady,” he said excitedly.
“Is it something I can sink my teeth into?” she asked, staring shamelessly at him.
“That’s not exactly what I had in mind, but it could be part of the process.”
Randy kept a suite of rooms at the Rubicon, a residential hotel, a short distance from the restaurant. Inside the sitting room they kissed with tongues of fire. Her coat dropped to the floor, and they clutched each other in seeming desperation. Her sweater was over her head and arms when he unfastened her bra and pulled it from beneath her pendulous breasts. He stepped back to admire the ivory beauty of her twin curves before he bent and kissed her pink nipples.
Sweeping her from the floor, he carried her into the bedroom, turning on the lights with his arm. “Are you in a hurry?” she asked, removing the sweater from her arms and hands.
He sat her down and they undressed.
“Damn, you’re beautiful and built for pleasure,” he said.
“You’re as hairy as a bear, and I’ve been dying to meet a cock like yours.”
He sat on the bed holding his bulging, blue-veined erection. “Here’s your chance.”
Laughing, she dropped to her knees. “I could take a bite, but I won’t,” she said, looking up at him.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he said, stoking himself.
She licked pre-cum from the tip, kissed it, took the head into her mouth, swirled her tongue around it, then licked the length of his shaft. He shuddered when she swallowed as much as she could. Waves of pleasure surged though his body as she plunged up and down his cock with firm lips.
“Did I tell you I have a breast fetish?” he said as he bent over her and stroked, fondled, and manipulated her dangling flesh until her nipples were rigid. The soft, smooth texture and weight of her hanging tits calmed the itching of his palms but further aroused his emotions.
He stood her up, and they kissed with tongues dancing like whirling dervishes. The taste and texture was intoxicating, and their excitement rose. Holding her upright, he buried his head in h
er cleavage. He kissed and licked between her mounds until she was soaking wet, and then like a kitten he took a nipple and areola into his mouth. Licking, tugging, and sucking one breast, he manipulated the other nipple with his hand.
She uttered a low moan, swaying to and fro to increase and decrease the tension on her nipple. “Oh, you’ve got a wonderful mouth.”
When he changed breasts, he toyed with her moist labia, which were spreading as she was stimulated. He inserted his finger into her pussy, searching for her G-spot. She arched her back and moaned when he found it.
“Oh, Randy, that’s wonderful.”
He changed positions and plunged his finger into and out of her canal. Her juices were flowing, her breathing was fast and shallow, and her nipples were aflame with passion.
His finger sought her clitoris. When he found her mound of pleasure, he gently manipulated it in all directions. She went rigid and cried, “Yes, yes, yes,” as she climaxed. He continued to finger her and suck on her breast until she pulled back and said, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, the feeling’s fantastic, but I’m ready for bigger and better things. I’ve never had this many orgasms.”
He sat her on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and dropped between them. Picking up her legs, he placed them over his shoulders and nuzzled her pubic hair.
“What are you doing?” She said nothing further as his tongue was like a snake searching for its prey. She moaned as he lifted her ass from the bed, pulled her toward him, and used his tongue as a rapier to dart back and forth around her clit. She squirmed in delight, and her cries of pleasure increased until a loud scream coincided with another orgasm. He continued to drill her clit until she pushed his head back and said, “Stop, stop, stop, that feels so good it hurts. Now I want your cock. You promised to soothe the itch between my big toes.”
Smiling, he took her by the ankles, spread her legs, and placed his dripping cock onto her pubic hair. Hesitating for a moment, he stared at her pleasure-contorted face, and heaving, perspiring breasts. He leaned forward and slipped the head of his cock into her pussy. He could feel her vaginal walls separate as he entered because of the tight fit. She gasped as he stretched her to new widths. “Oh, I’ve never been this full,” she said with widened eyes.
That first moment of encasement for him was sacred; he lingered in its glory. Widening her legs, he stroked her moist, pulsating haven. She squealed in delight. Occasionally he stopped to survey her elegant expression and bountiful breasts. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on her physical and emotional ardor. He brought her legs together and placed them on his chest with her feet beside his head. She tightened around him, and their stimulations increased. Guttural sounds escaped her as she climaxed. Using his legs, he pumped into and out of her. He was on fire, his cock throbbing as he pulled and pushed over and over.
His Taoist discipline enabled him to delay his climax by belly breathing and concentrating on his mantra, Searl-sie. He varied his thrusting motions from slow to fast, short to long, rhythmic to random, pumping her while massaging and gorging on her nipples. She climaxed with moans of pleasure. She experienced orgasms, howling in bliss, as he kneaded her clitoris and rammed her with abandon. He kept her in an almost continuous orgasmic state.