Magical Mystery Tour Ch. 02

Posted: October 29th, 2008 | Author: Leroy | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

*Fantasy 2: BRIDAL SUITE*

Arnold Craven was facing out through the big window of his Manhattan office, speaking on his cell phone when his pal Johnny Olron strode in. Turning, Arnold finished the call to welcome Johnny whom he was eager to see.

“Johnny!”

“How”s it hanging old fart?” Johnny said in his standard greeting.

“Still tight.” Both laughed aloud.

Arnold was jubilant. “Hey, thanks for the gift. That was awesome!”

“Beyond your imagination, huh?” Johnny said throwing himself on an expensive leather chair next to Arnold”s large mahogany desk draping one jean-clad leg over the arm.

“Blew me away, dude.”

“Told you.” And they both laughed and slapped high-fives in the air.

“James Bond!” Johnny grinned shaking his head. “Way cool. Wish I had thought of that.”

“But Charlie”s Angels, man that”s a triple treat. Who”s the best among the three?”

“Wow, I can”t pin point who”s the best,” he sighed glancing toward the ceiling then back to Johnny. “It”s different strokes for different folks and I really had a blast.”

Johnny leaned back on his reclining chair making a steeple with his fingers. “I feel a lot different now like I had the most wonderful vacation in a short period of time. My mind is clearer and I feel younger. Beats any spa or vacation spot in this world.”

“Guess that”s the way to put it.” Johnny smiled his killer smile.

“Listen, I”m hungry, how about lunch?” Johnny offered.

“Suits me.”

Over at lunch in their favorite restaurant, Arnold asked Johnny how he got into this fantasy game. Johnny told him about the guy he saved last year from a ski accident in Switzerland. Shortly thereafter, they became friends and when they parted, the guy gave him the card in gratitude for his being a Good Samaritan. With regards to Madame Rose, Johnny recounted what she told him about her operation.

“We are a mobile company, like a touring circus and the number of our clients are only few. In less than a year from now we”ll go into membership. That”s how far Rosy babe goes to tell me about her operation. It”s just a fantasy. Don”t go deeper than that,” Johnny said in between mouthfuls of pasta. “Anyway, she assured me that nobody gets hurt here and I would just have to follow instruction. The discipline to listen and follow is of the utmost importance,” Johnny continued.

“So where”s your next target?” Arnold asked buttering his bread.

“I don”t know, haven”t got a call from her in almost a week,” Johnny replied twirling his fork over the noodles.

“But who”s your next fantasy playmate?”

“Oprah.”

“You”re kidding me?” Arnold stared at him in an amused disbelief.

“Yeah, so every time I”d see her on TV, I”d say hey we”ve fucked a storm, didn”t we?”

“You”re incorrigible.”

Johnny just laughed.

“Did you ever have a lousy fuck here?” Arnold asked

“I haven”t had one though. Now who would want a lousy fuck? You gotta have your money”s worth all the time.”

“Yeah, like if you don”t have a good product you wont sell. By the way whom did you act out in your fantasy the last time?”

“Spiderman.”

“Whoa! So maybe next time I”ll try Batman to fuck Catwoman,” Arnold chuckled.

“Or Superman to fuck Lois Lane,” Johnny said with wide grin.

Arnold laughed. “This is outrageous. We”re like kids here in a candy store. Just take your pick and fuck till you drop your prick.”

“What if we swap fuckmates?”

“Why not? Yeah. And see if the scenario and quality are the same.”

“Yeah. And another thing is what if we take the same fuckin” mate at the same time. Would that be possible? I mean can they clone a particular celeb so you and I can have her both at the same time?”

“Well, apparently we don”t have the same schedule but it is something that we gotta know from Rosy. I venture that maybe Rosy would say, “oh she”s already taken, give me your second choice,”" Johnny said.

“Or maybe we can end up in the same fuckin” bed with the same chick we”d chosen.”

Both laughed with a laughter snagging the attention of some of the diners nearby.

Johnny gestured a slicing hand below his chin meaning to cut the laughter.

“The incredible thing here is how Rosie babe can do it. What”s her friggin” formula?” Arnold spoke in hush-tone.

“Maybe she”s tapped some age-old hidden secret,” Johnny said going for the dessert. “That”s why she”s doing her damnedest best to keep it secret by always moving around and picking clients whom she could trust.”

“But how can she know whom to trust?” Arnold asked.

“Simply by face-reading. That”s why she”s always wearing a mask. That magic mask helps her focus her reading into your face.”

“And what if she didn”t find the client trustworthy?”

“Then she”ll use hypnosis and erase whatever negativity she may find in the guy.”

“Does she do that?”

“It”s one possibility. She”s a magical person, I believe.”

When Arnold was back in his office, he found in his E-mail that his destination was Istanbul. Arnold wondered why in Istanbul, then remembered that James Bond went to this place in the movie From Russia with Love. Arnold E-mailed his reply as to when he”s going to Istanbul.

Johnny Olron received his message from his cell phone. It said: Oprah, it ain”t but your second choice S.H. it is. See you in Sta. Cecilla Mexico. “Yes,” Johnny hissed and muttered under his breath Salma Hayek.

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After landing in Istanbul Airport, Arnold took a cab and headed to St. Sophia church. As per instruction he will hear confession and speak to the father confessor this way: “Father, forgive me for I have sinned. And the father confessor would answer: “What sin have you committed my son?”

“Umbop.” he would say. That”s his password.

The moment Arnold uttered the password, the priest announced his absolution and ordered him to remain standing for a second. When he stood, the tile flooring beneath him slid open causing him to slip through a circular hole. Whoops! It was a fast slide all the way down till Arnold dropped into a casket. The casket lid closed automatically and Arnold felt the motion that it was being wheeled. For awhile Arnold panicked and tried to push open the lid but it wouldn”t budge. Arnold is mildly claustrophobic and thought this wasn”t funny anymore. When the coffin stopped, it automatically creaked open by itself and as he peered cautiously above the rim of the coffin, he saw that he was in a mortuary along with other coffins. The room was in dead silence. When he climbed out of the coffin, a voice called out his name coming from someone dressed in friar”s robe standing before a door. The hood was drawn to his bent head and so he didn”t see his face.

“Yes,” Arnold answered as he walked towards the man. When Arnold came near, the man raised his head revealing to his shock a skeletal face.

Arnold was jolted backward. “Who are you?”

“I am your guide and your bones beneath your flesh,” the man with a skeletal face answered, like his voice was computerized.

“Then I suppose you”re bringing me to Madam Rose.”

“Come, follow me please.” Turning around the man produced a key from his robe”s pocket to open an ornate door.

As soon as the door opened, the man asked him to enter. “After you, Mr. Craven.”

“After you, where? It”s too dark in here. I can”t see a thing.”

“You will. Just walk on.”

Arnold hesitated for a moment.

“Go on, Mr. Craven,” the man”s voiced bellowed shoving Arnold inside. Though he felt that was rude, he hadn”t had the chance to say anything as the door quickly locked him inside.

Arnold wondered what surprise was in store for him in this black as ink place. Recalling his first venture, a mummy almost cut him with a scythe in the dark tunnel he was treading. Whatever it would be, he”d got to move on. When he made his first step forward, a bluish square lighted on the floor underneath his foot. Immediately he thought that this was his guide. Another step and there was another square lighting up and so on as he walked. He began to be amused by recalling Michael Jackson”s music video in the 80s and thought that a music background would have been cooler. The popping lights on the floor stopped only when a bigger light came from above illuminating a small round table draped in white cloth with two chairs about it. Two goblets filled with the potion intended for him were already set on the table.

Arnold pulled one chair and as soon as he had sat down, a familiar voice greeted him.

“Pleasure to see you again, Arny. Welcome back,” Madam Rose said appearing again with a mask and outfit that was different than the first time he saw her. She wore a cropped black pin striped top half-buttoned at the chest to show ample cleavage and a matching mini skirt with garters attached to black shimmering stockings.

“Same here,” Arny said and they shook hands.

“Ah, Rosy, how come you”re always wearing a mask?”

“Masquerade. Otherwise it”ll be just be like you”re talking to your neighbor or your secretary. What”s important is that you fulfill your fantasies here. Be that as it may, I hope you like my outfit whenever we see each other.”

“Ok, got your point there, and you look great, ” Arnold said.

“Thank you,” Madame Rose smiled aware that she had trapped his eyes by her busty chest.

Arnold lifted one goblet and faced it to the light finding some raisins settling on the bottom. “What are the raisins for?”

“Just part of the formula for blood circulation and virility.”

“Hmmm, wonderful,” he said with earnest expression.

“You”ve already chosen your partner for this session and I”m glad to say that you”ll once again fulfill another exciting fantasy. As usual, drink the potions as numbered in sequence and enjoy our complimentary show while you sip them away. So have a good time Arny.”

“Thanks, Rosy,” letting out a sigh of relief.

“You”re welcome Arny. See you later,” she said and stood signaling him not to do the gentlemanly act of pulling her chair anymore. She turned and walked into the shadows from where she emerged from. A moment later the blackness at his side was parted away vertically and his eyes squinted at the burst of light that shone upon him. As soon as he”d adjusted his eyes at the light, he discerned that he was looking into a glass that revealed an underwater view of a swimming pool that is lighted under. Somebody dove in gracefully. A beautiful naked woman. Another followed and then several more. They performed dances under the water to the tune of the James Bond music theme. The dance culminated as their bodies linked together to form 007.

Arnold was delighted and amused to the point that he clapped his hands. The moment he finished all his drink, the artistic show ended and once again he felt a bright light encroached upon him. His mind swirled into a myriad of colors bursting and throbbing like he was into an LSD trip.

When these swirls of colors stopped Arnold found himself inside the bathroom of a bridal suite room of an old, elegant hotel with a light blue towel wrapped around his waist. The mirror beside him reflected his youthful self, a little resemblance of Sean Connery—sleek, lean body with fine musculature although his dark hair was not like ironed flat but similar to that of Warren Beatty”s in the 60s.

“Here I go again,” he muttered to himself touching his well-scrubbed face and admiring his tanned and virile physique. It flashed to him also that this was the prelude to James Bond”s romantic affair with Daniella Bianchi as the Russian defector Tatiana Romanova of From Russia With Love and whom he chose as his fantasy playmate. Not long after he heard some noises and a thud from the direction of his bedroom. Reflexively, he picked up his gun and scurried silently into the balcony. Peering through the iron grill work that guarded the glass window of the bedroom he saw the intruder—a naked girl dashing toward his bed and getting into the bedcover. “Wow!” was the word that actually jumped from his mouth.

James twisted down the door handle to open and padded inside absentmindedly holding his gun but otherwise pointed to the intruder. She”s blond, elegantly beautiful, cream and peaches complexion with a curvaceous body underneath the sheet. Having a vast appetite for sex and conquest, his manhood swiftly thickened under the towel.

“You looked surprise. I thought you were expecting me,” the intruder spoke in her sexy best voice.

“So you are Tatiana Romanova,” he said softly in manly tone. “My friends call me Tanya.” “Mine call me James Bond.”

She held out her hand and James shifted the gun to his left hand to shake her hand, breathing in as he felt its softness.

“Now that we are properly introduced…”

“Oh your gun!” she cuts him. “Guns upset me,” shoving aside his gun- wielding hand away from her direction.

“I”m sorry, I was…um upset a bit myself,” he said putting the gun on the night table.

“I saw you in the photograph.”

James couldn”t pull off his eyes on her. He saw her with just the black choker on her neck and nothing else. It”s only the sheet drawn up to her chest that covered her nakedness.

“You”re one of the most beautiful girls I”ve ever seen,” he said as he sat next to her on the bed.

“Thank you, but I think my mouth is too big.”

“It”s just the right size, for me that is.” James said and without hesitation moved to kiss her gently on her slightly parted, moist apricot lips. His lips made feathery kisses on her lips, softly caressing, grasping, and brushing over her silky face from chin to her cheek bone which she gladly welcomed. When he broke the kiss, her arms slipped into him and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Where”s the Lecter device?” James asked relishing her Chanel 5 perfume.

She eased from his shoulder and faced him a head away. “James, forget about our dialogue. I only have my licker here,” she slightly giggled and showed the tip of her tongue lolling across between her even teeth, not dentist even teeth, but human even teeth.

“What? Where”s the movie crew, the director?” James arch eyed around realizing that it wasn”t like before when he and Honey Rider saw them like stiffs or wax figures.

Her green eyes infringed with long lashes open wide. “Is that what”s upsetting you? We”re supposed to rehearse here for the bed scene tomorrow. Didn”t Terence tell us to make out and practice today so we could do this naturally like we knew what we”re really doing?”

“Gee, I simply forgot. I”m sorry.” A frown knotted on his brow. This is the game, he thought.

“Is that a sorry face or a horny face?” Her cute smile unfaltering.

“Make it both.”

She giggled and lay back on the pillow, hands above her head, palms up framing her glowing, beautiful face. A provocative sight. He studied her smooth, perfect skin, the short rise and fall of her twin globes flimsily hidden by the covers. Arching her back a little bit caused the sheet to ride up precariously to the crest of her full, rounded breasts stopping in the nick of time to flaunt the nipples.

“Hey, we”re just alone here, like a couple of honeymooners.”

“That explains the bridal suite,” James said and leaned in to reclaim her lips, feeding himself with her sweetness while he reached over her hands and clasped each with his, fingers interlacing against each other. Soft and warm caressing of lips followed, gentle stabbing of tongue, every cell of his skin absorbing her fragrance as they wound up to a long, sensual kissing.

Finding it too irresistible to ignore her tits, James broke his kiss and nibbled his way lightly from her well-chiseled chin down to the column of her throat and to her valley of cleavage. His chin hooked down the hem of the covers unveiling out in the open her creamy latte nipples. Greeted by the sight of her bared tits, his hands swept down along the course of her arms toward her twin soft globes long protracted to be cupped and fondled. Having established the frontline of romance, James licked lightly around the dollar size areolas watching how her nipples grew spectacularly. His mouth closed over one and sucked it like a baby, the other one got rolled gently between his fingers. Tanya gasped slightly, her eyes falling into dreamlike state as James slathered the hardened nipples one after the other with his expert tongue. When his teeth rubbed over the stubby nipple and bit it lightly, Tanya squirmed and moaned vehemently.

“Was I rough on that one?” James asked long enough to see her grimacing face.

“No, James. If you keep on doing that I”ll peak sooner than you know. Go back to them James, I”ll just have to hold on to your growing arousal here,” she said drifting down his hand to shuck off the towel wrapped around his hips. The towel was tossed nonchalantly and his hardening member slapped over her thigh. Unabashedly, she grabbed a hold of it.

“Go on James, play my nipples and I”ll jerk you off, I am about to come,” she cooed and jacked him off they way she knew from experienced from the backseat of her date”s car. James resumed his suction at her nipples.

“Oooooh, that”s very good, oh, ohhh, here I come, ohhh I”m coming…” she prattled then James paused. Her face took a look of desperate need and then disappointment.

“No. don”t come yet, we”re not even half-way through. Save your energy.”

“James, believe me I”ve got all the energy to last me all this night.”

Her nipples looked as they”re about to burst.

“I believe you, that”s why I”m taking my time…the longer time you wait the more satisfying your orgasm will be. Calm down we”re getting there.”

“Gosh, this is so big and hard,” she groaned as her hand ran the full length of his manhood squeezing it.

“I hope you”re not disappointed,” he said appraising her reaction.

“Disappointed? This is the right size, for me that is,” she said mimicking his earlier statement.

“Fine. It fits all,” he smiled and took his turn to pull the covers completely off her body. After that, his eyes took a wild wanton look at her long shapely limbs twisting against each other as if this was the only vestige of modesty she could cling on to guard her most guarded secret. James took in every inch of her body, tits and pussy and all the rest that his eyes could lay on.

For awhile James allowed her hand to play with his cock, averting his eyes from what she was doing and drew his attention to her elegantly, sophisticated face. He removed the pins in her expertly coiffed hair style deciding that letting it all down was better.

“Like it that way James?”

“Which one? He asked as she continued palming his hard-on and feeling the angry veins illustrating the shaft.

“Loosening my hair.”

“Oh ah yeah, more natural,” James replied.

“Like the way I take pleasure in your full, throbbing erection.”

“Eee-yah.” The only answer James could utter for that. Evoking in her face a high state of arousal, like aching for a desperate need, James began stroking her inner thigh moving up to the apex between her legs and cupped her curly mound making tiny grasps of its delicate softness. She was moist. He fluffed the wisp of auburn hair that covered her there, marveling at its silky smoothness. After a while, his middle finger rubbed gently back and forth along the source of her wetness until it slipped inside her, her ass lifting to accommodate every knuckle of his finger.

“Ohhh…I never felt so sexed up like this before,” Tanya said breathing raggedly as she pushed her hips against his insinuating finger. “James, you”re so cool.”

“I try to be. Now I think it”s time for my dinner,” James said softly.

“Tell me where and what you”re going to eat.”

“Where else, but in your paradise inn where a hot pussy is served tender and juicy.”

“Oh, can I watch while you eat?”

“I”m a voracious eater.”

“So am I. And I”m glad you”re not on a diet.” she said her green eyes twinkling mischievously.

James swung out of bed and walked over to the foot of the bed. From there he stared at her magnificent nakedness and then pulled her legs toward him. When her legs dangled off the edge of the bed James sank down to his knees on the carpeted floor and positioned his head between her creamy thighs. Tanya spread her legs further for better viewing and James dive bombed his face into the slick, pulsating core of her womanhood. Tasting her arousal was inebriating. Propped on her elbows her body took an exquisite undulating outline as his tongue sizzled along the furrow of her hot pool of longing.

Every pussy has its distinctive taste, Tanya”s was like warm honey. While she shut and opened her eyes to his sinfully, intoxicating deed, her hands kept at the sides of her hips to hold them steady in place. Streams of rising moans emanated from her mouth as James devoured her pussy relentlessly. When the tip of his tongue encircled that tiny, but powerful center of her passion, she breathed in agonized gasp.

“Oh James, Oh James, I can”t save this one, I”m coming and don”t you stop this time…James urghhh! She shuddered and wailed in an unspeakable ecstasy as her orgasm rocked her head like a rag doll followed by her body erupting into involuntary undulations. James couldn”t just dry her up even though he tried to lick and lapped all her juices. She had become wet like a busted pipe.

As her chain of spasm dissipated, James pulled up his drenched face from her and wiped it along her quivering thighs. From there he lurched forward hovering his face above hers. Her arms folded around his shoulders and she reached up, kissing his forehead appreciatively.

“You”re not willing to kiss my lips, are you?”

She laughed. “Why not?” she said and kissed his lips tasting her own juices.

“James you”re a god. No mortal being could do a thing like that to a pussy.”

“What did I do that an everyman couldn”t do?”

“Every guy I”ve known wouldn”t go down on me. I asked my friends and they agreed with me. They”re disappointed that a guy could just go fingering a pussy and when he gets excited enough, he”ll stick out his dick and go plunge it in until he grunts and spills out his ecstasy. And it”s hard to find a guy who”s a good kisser. They”re like kids, they want to get in their girls” pants as fast as they can and jump out as fast as they can too. Not with you. You know the art. You”re a connoisseur.”

“I”m surprised you”re so open with your feelings and also with your legs.” “Only for you James, “cause to me you”re a god.”

“Well, I”m no god Tanya. I”m just like one of them ordinary human beings and I think…I”ve got to run along now,” he said pushing himself up from her.

“Oh no James, don”t be a jerk,” she said hugging him quickly and tight. “I haven”t suck your dick yet. Now lie down and relax and I”ll give you what you deserve,” she offered and wrestled his body underneath her.

“And what do I deserve?” James asked with a dumbfounded expression as she lay on top of him.

“The best. Watch me,” she purred slipping her fingers through his hair and began kissing all over his face. When their lips met, there was an urgency on her part and James drew every essence of sweetness from her mouth, sweeter and richer than a Hershey chocolate bar.

“You love it, don”t you?” she said long enough to make a pause.

James hands caressed her back and reached over to grasp her rounded buttock. “Yes, I do.”

Tanya chuckled. “You sounded like a bridegroom in front of a priest in a church wedding.”

For the first time James smiled showing his white teeth.

“Now you”re smiling. I have to go back to work. I want you to frown, and grimace… in ecstasy.”

Tanya kissed him once more torridly before drifting down her face to her objective. James” cock stood like the obelisk at St. Peter”s Square in Vatican City when her fingers curled around it.

“Oh this is a humdinger,” she said running the whole length with her hand.

“I admire the architectural structure of your cock and balls, figuratively speaking.” Even for a quick second, her eyes glancing over him carried an enamored look that could make any guy go mush. She pressed his cock against his body and started to bend down her head to kiss, lick his crunched up balls. Crouched down diagonally across the bed with her haunches up in the air, James was impelled to reach out and touched the back of her thigh sliding up to grasp her ass cheek. As he squeezed her ass, his fingers sneaked into the division and delved into the two orifices, the wet one still very persuasive of attention. His middle finger sashayed on the twin halves of her most delicate flesh and dipped inside. By this time his cock and balls were profusely moistened by her meticulous tongue. She tea-bagged his balls into her mouth while she jacked his cock and then later replaced her hand with her gobbling mouth taking him in to as far she could go while her fingers fiddled with his balls. James couldn”t help rewarding her with mews of bliss and labored breathing which, all the more encouraged her to pleasure him with all the best that her instinct dictated.

“Tanya, enough. I might as well fuck you now before I run out of strength to hold back,” James said rising from the bed. “Lie down with your butt on the edge of the bed,” he said as he stepped on the floor. Tanya did so and willingly spread her legs before James, propping one leg up his body with the other dangling down from the edge of the bed. James spread his own legs so as to level his cock to her pussy. Tanya watched him as he held his cock and rubbed the head against her sopping nest. The tingling sensation shot up to her brain and her face was flushed leaving her lips quivering like the soft petals of her pussy lips. At last James squeezed the sinewy length of him into her molten need. A moment later, James was doing the ritual, the sex machine act, his pelvis pumping in rhythm, steady fluid movements like John Travolta”s hips on Saturday Night fever. Tanya can”t keep her mouth close, as moans of pleasure kept streaming out of her. James right hand thumb pressed lustily over her clit while his left hand held the other side of her hips to steady her.

“God, I”m getting so delirious…James… you keep me coming on I couldn”t keep score of my…ohhh.”

“Is it good?” he croaked, pumping and grinding his hips on hers while his thumb kept teasing lustily her clit.

“Oh god! So utterly good.”

“Let”s do the street doggie style,”

“The what?”

“Get on the bed on all fours and I”ll fuck you from behind.”

“How ingenious!”

James rearranged her legs to stand instead on the floor with feet spread apart. “Press your head down on the bed and bring up your haunches,” James said, “And don”t look just feel so that your sensation will be amplified.”

“Really?” Tanya said. The sight of her heart-shaped rump was intoxicating.

“Quiet,” James said and eased himself slowly inside her.

She gasped, exhaling lots of lung air. “Oh, James, how… can I keep…quiet?”

James held her hips for deeper penetration, thrusting long and slowly at first, teasing by just barely entering her and then burying himself deep inside her.

“Do you like it?”

“It”s new to me but ooh, yeah, just go on James, fuck me James in full force,” she said panting. James sped up his pumping and she breathed in fits and starts.

“Oh…oh…James…” Her voice though muffled over the bed was audible as he kept slip-sliding in her juices, flesh slapping against flesh.

“Tanya, I”ll give you the reign this time…I”ll lie on the bed and you ride on me, you like that?”

“Sounds fun to me, yeah,” she said peering over her shoulder.

“All right,” James pulled out from her and lay himself on the bed.”

“Wow, you never get soft,” she said as she began to mount him.

“Frog position, squat on your legs, feet on the bed.” “I got it,” she said and James held his cock in position for her to sit on it. Tanya pressed her hands on each of his shoulders and soon as her pussy touched the tip of his cock she began to lower down her ass. James removed his hand as her swollen pussy engulfed him effortlessly.

“Bingo!” James said. “Now drive at your own pace and drive me crazy.”

“I am getting crazy looking at you grimacing like that. Oh god, this is a great turn on to me. How am I doing Commander James Bond?” she asked moving her hips up and down in a slow steady rhythm.

James swallowed and answered. “You learn fast.”

“How about this?” she said rotating her pelvis and tightening her pussy around his cock.

“Divine. And how about this?” He held her hips and humped up beneath her fast and furious.

“Ahh…um…I could come…ahh…ohhh!” Their flesh slammed against each other racing to the point of no return. James was biting his lower lip controlling all he could to delay his come.

“James,” she wailed. “I”m coming. Coming!” Her body shuddered breathing erratically and reached her climax in a soul-shattering intensity.

“Oh god…” She slumped onto him. His hand on her butt felt her quivering. “Ohhh” she moaned into his ears and found his lips and their tongues dueled in frenzy till the tempest of pleasure subsided in her.

“You haven”t come yet?”

James shook his head. “Depends if you want me to come inside you or out.”

“James I”ve heard that some women swallow come. I don”t know if I could handle that. My first boyfriend came inside me. The second was a pre-ejaculator and he would always come before he even entered me. And the third if I would consider you as my third…I think I”ll take a shot at…I mean…” she stammered. “I want to jack your cock and see how it shoots.”

“C”mon move your hips again I”m about to come my self.” She began hoisting up and down. “Harder!” He said slapping her on her butt. “Oh,” she responded. Another whack.

“Oh jeez, I”m coming again,” she said speeding up her thrust. James met her downward motion increasing the decibel of slapping flesh. A whack on the left butt sealed it and Tanya was crying out in torrents of ecstasy. It was a blinding moment of release and her love juice flowed bathing his cock and balls.

James waited for a few more seconds and when he felt that he was ready to burst he shouted, “Tanya now, pull out and jack me off.”

Tanya quickly disengaged from him and grabbed his glistening cock. She made a fistful pump, staring at it up close, noticing his balls on a tight crunch. “Come James, come home, make it a home run, c”mon…” James grunted like a beast and a streak of white come shot out from the tip of his cock hitting the hair flowing down from her forehead. A series of shots followed, one zinging her cheek, then below her lower lip, and several more hitting her chin, the tip of her nose, her forehead and just about everywhere and the rest trickled down her hand.

“Wow! Fascinating!” she said stroking him in slow corkscrew motion as his hips undulated. She drew closer and as he squeezed his cock, she stuck her tongue out firmed the tip and licked the droplets that oozed out from the burgeoning head.

“Milk it, Tanya,” James said and Tanya obliged, putting his cock inside her mouth and suckled at him.

“That”s great!”

After thoroughly milking him she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a “pop” and smiled at him, her face bedecked of his copious come. “Are you happy James?”

“You look like Christmas joy. It”s a call for celebration. We”ll open a Dom Perignon, 1956.” James winked.

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