Chapter 4
Marianne's date with her Companions Unlimited escort was about to occur. She had prepared thoroughly for whatever twists materialized. Though she wasn't keen on having sex with the hunk sent her, she had to establish proof that stud service was very much being provided.
Marianne had worked diligently in setting up the appointment. From her encounter with the membership division, she learned that a "check" was run on each and every new participant. Backgrounds were researched, credit investigations conducted, criminal records perused. Few details escaped scrutiny.
In order to qualify, Marianne had to invent an identity and plant support documentation as needed. Working for Snitch facilitated the process. Several tabloids were able to defeat various systems and concoct alias for their reports so that slipping through the "transom" was simplified.
Once she had been granted approval, Marianne had to specify the kind of man she wished. Since she had given up men ages ago, describing one proved an ordeal. That chapter had been closed. At that time, however, she had to be forthcoming.
A magazine was within her scope of reach. She flipped through it and spotted an ad for designer suits. The man featured in the picture had dark, dashing looks. "Make it an Italian," she stated with conviction. "Tall, lean, virile."
"Virile?" the voice questioned on the line, as though not comprehending the purpose. Sex, though implied, had not been a promised option.
"In a suit, of course."
Marianne giggled at her dramatic abilities. Whether or not she convinced that person of her innocence was irrelevant. Surely other women who called feigned ignorance of the procurable benefits. New members were probably treated with kid gloves until their first encounter with the escort.
"And the event?" she was questioned while on the phone. "What event will you be attending."
"Does it matter?"
"Your escort will have to dress accordingly."
"Of course. How silly of me." She hoped she hadn't blown it by failing to supply that piece of information. "I'm going to a party given by an old acquaintance. They'll all be bringing their husbands and boyfriends. I need to be seen with someone that complements my image." She had told them that she was Director of Human Resources for a major corporation and never had the opportunity to meet men cut from the right fabric.
The interviewer seemed sympathetic to her plight. "I'll send Angelo to you."
Angelo sounded very Italian-even macho, in Marianne's opinion. She envisioned a strapping man of athletic posture. "Yes. He'll do nicely."
The time grew near for Angelo's arrival. Marianne had sent Desiree off to the movies for the night. If her girlfriend had an inkling of what she was doing, she would be shocked. Marianne had repeatedly mentioned men bore no erotic impact on her. She had ceased to find them exciting.
Of course, Marianne wasn't planning on actually fucking the stud they sent. She had hidden video cameras at the ready to capture the escort's illicit proposal. Her entire "date" would be chronicled for her boss and the buying public of Snitch. The money she would get for the story would keep her in the black for months.
At seven o'clock sharp, the doorbell sounded. Marianne had dressed carefully for her guest. The plunging neckline of her blouse revealed more tit that any other garment in her wardrobe. Her skirt had a wicked slit up its side, baring a sumptuous portion of thigh. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and gave her reflection a final inspection. Preparing herself for a man was almost a forgotten art. Marianne had patterned her style of dress to suit Desiree, who favored the sexy clothes she wore. She pondered whether those same outfits would be responsible for giving some guy a hard-on.
It wasn't all that long ago that she had anticipated the arrival of her old boyfriend, Doug-the one who had hurt her so badly that she had given up on men. Back then, Marianne had fun selecting such enticing items as black lingerie, crotchless panties, and the like. She had gotten a charge out of her boyfriend's face when she answered the door attired in such.
That pleasant memory was overridden by the scam Doug had pulled. Money Marianne had diligently saved for lean times was stripped from her savings account and placed in his personal one. Naturally, he disappeared from sight. Marianne had never felt so utterly betrayed.
Consigning her boyfriend to the past, Marianne turned the knob and admitted her visitor. Angelo, her paid consort, grinned. She blinked, unsure the reaction she just had was genuine. She acknowledged a flush come over her cheeks, followed by the cool tingling of her skin. The opposite sex usually didn't effect her, but Angelo had. He was exactly as she had described to the interviewer: tall, dark-haired, and manly. His ruggedly handsome features were a plus. For a moment, it was as though she had never abandoned straight sex.
"Miss Summers, I presume?" he mentioned smoothly, as though to break the ice.
"Yes, of course." She recovered and permitted him to enter. The color in her cheeks had receded, as had her inflamed condition. Marianne was quick to reassert control. The video camera had been activated. Their "date" was being put on public record going forth from that minute. "Please, come in."
Angelo assessed her in a frank fashion, as though taking silent measurements. His dark eyes flashed while scanning her slim figure. Her sexy outfit met with his visible enjoyment. When his nod of approval came, she felt relief-even though it was absolutely unnecessary. "I understand we're attending a dinner party."
"In a while," she indicated. "Have a seat. We don't have to leave for at least another hour."
Angelo had no problem with that. He threw his lengthy frame into her sofa and sought a relaxed position. His movements were robust, as though flaunting a savage masculinity. His long legs were set far apart, drawing emphasis to his crotch and its unique shape. Marianne almost fell into the trap of glimpsing it. She didn't want to seem too anxious to want him, and yet, Angelo dictated that urge.
The prospect of flaunting her flesh before him aroused Marianne. She wanted to see more of his glazed expression, the hot yearning etched in his features. That dormant part of her yearned to remember a man's apparent enthusiasm. Her ego demanded it.
"So you're an escort from Companions Unlimited," she began, taking a seat beside him and crossing her shapely legs. Her hem hiked up her pretty thigh-a calculated move. "You certainly fit the part. My, but aren't you a stud."
Angelo shrugged. "We're judged by our looks."
"I'm sure you passed the test with flying colors." She nudged him with her leg and received a strong electrical current. Wow! Her nipples peeked through the thin material of her blouse, advertising her emotional state. "Tell me, what do you have to do to qualify?"
"I'm not sure what you mean." He played innocent.
"Are there certain things expected of you?" When he merely smirked, she went on. "Don't you have to occasionally perform for your dates?"
"The fee you pay entitles you to my company, period. If you're suggesting sexual favors, that is not part of the package."
"How much extra does it cost?" she purred, brushing him with her tits. Again, that surge of passion returned. She was surprised by its strength, building in waves. Marianne was unaccustomed to feeling lust for a man.
"Companions Unlimited does not sell sex, Miss Summers."
"Please, call me Marianne."
"We're not a prostitution service."
"You mean to tell me that wad of money I just paid your company doesn't enable me to one free roll in the hay?"
His Adam's apple rippled in rebuttal. His eyes scanned every inch of her body.
She nudged his knee with hers. "What if I wanted you to fuck me? Would you?"
"Pardon me?"
Tingling was rampant through her body. The swell of excitement filtered to every nerve ending. Her nipples bulged through her blouse at him. Her cunt perceptively tightened in anticipation-impelled by a dribbling moisture. Her breathing quickened, as well as her pulse. The texture of the material against her skin rendered a sensual effect. She was no longer in control of her senses. She thought of how nice it would be to mold herself to him and feel his manly body tremble.
"I'm sure you've thought about fucking the women you squire to various functions. That thought must pass through your mind. We women dress so carefully to entice, provoke. Surely you've wanted to satisfy your curiosity with some, just as I'm sure they've wanted to see you naked."
Angelo declined her steamy suggestion. He sat perfectly still, unaffected by her nearness.
His refusal could have almost been labeled an irritation if she hadn't forged ahead. "Angelo," she purred. "What are you thinking?" Boldly, she straddled him. Her slim thighs went around him as she settled herself in his lap. He made no motion to stop her from mounting him. Her tits were level with his face. Her nipples were very close to his mouth. "What if I told you I had to have you this very minute? What if I told you I didn't care about attending that dinner and wanted to stay here so we could fuck our brains out?"
She was making it difficult for him to ignore the profusion of sweet flesh just inches from his mouth. Her tits surged in their scant confines, on the verge of popping out. "Marianne," he clearly stated, "you're out of line. We don't cater to the sexually deprived. We're professional escorts."
"Don't I look good?" she baited him. "Isn't my body nice? I'll bet you'd like to do things to it-things you've only imagined."
He grinned. "Are you propositioning me? Do you want it that bad?"
She gave a full-throated laugh. She wasn't asking for more than he normally gave to others. She wriggled about, feeling his cock getting hard. "You want it, too. You're excited, Angelo. In fact-very excited."
Marianne forgot about the video camera whirring in its hidden place and about her retreat from men in general. Angelo got her hot. She could feel desire smoldering inside her. Her hunger could not be controlled.
Angelo was unable to do anything more than lower his face into her cleavage. He had tried to resist the lure of her tits, but she wouldn't let him. She heard his groan as he mouthed her billowy globes. God! He attached his lips with a vengeance.
She tilted her head back and let out a small cry. "Ohhhhhhh, oh, Angelo, oh, God."
Her tits fell out as he worked them with his tongue. Her erect nipple demanded oral attention-and got it. He enclosed the stiff nub, circling it, trailing saliva. His slurps were satisfying. She moaned at his suck. He was quite good with his mouth. She embraced his head, guiding it to the areas that most stimulated her. She wanted to feel his breath on her skin while his tongue dampened it. She was in complete ecstasy, enjoying this assault to her senses.
His style differed from Desiree's. He wasn't nearly as gentle, but promoted a deep-seated passion that wasn't easily negotiated.
"Ohhhhhh, suck my tits. It's okay, I want you to. Ohhhhh, Angelo, that feels so good. Slide your tongue all over the nipple and scrape it with your teeth. Ohhhhhhhhh." She rubbed that bulge of his with her cunt. Since her pussy was juicy, she figured she must be getting his pants wet. Angelo didn't seem to mind, however, thus deleting her concern. His foremost thought was getting as much of her tit in his mouth as he could. "Suck it, Angelo, lick my tit. Yes, more."
His hands freely roamed her body. His fondling provoked a fever that was widespread. She allowed him to touch her wherever he wished: her ass, her tits-even the finger by her snatch didn't alarm her. It wasn't until he inserted it in her cunthole that she suspected they were fast approaching the end zone.
A little feeling up wasn't going to matter, but dealing with that big cock of his surely would. Even now, having straddled him, she couldn't stop herself from grinding her pelvis against that hard wedge. The contact her clit made with it propelled her rubbing it fast and heatedly. God, it felt great. She was given occasion to know what a rigid cock could do. That hot friction summoned impulses she couldn't begin to regulate.
That familiar warning sounded in the middle of her brain telling her to not to go too far. She wanted to demonstrate that Companions Unlimited offered sex-on-call to those willing to pay. It was nonessential for her to go through the motions. She didn't have to let that cock go in her pussy. She hadn't had one in her for ages and had almost forgotten the way it felt deep inside her.
She was, however, getting caught up in the thick of it. Her lustfulness defeated her. She threw caution to the wind, not slowing for an instant.
"Oh, Angelo," she whispered huskily in his ear as he sank his finger into her. "Ohhhhhhhhh, yes, stick it in me. Mmmmmmmmm." She rotated her pussy, treating herself to the myriad sensations that were derived from his penetration.
Angelo took his mouth off her tit and went for her lips. His tongue plunged into her fast, engaging hers in play. She could not ignore its demand for reciprocation. She moaned, wiggling against that limber tip. She considered the persistence of it and indulged herself with a fantasy of being licked by such force. Ohhhhhhh. Being slurped to satisfaction by such manly power appealed to her.
He cupped her tits while they were locked in that passionate kiss. Her nipples scorched the insides of his palms. The flick of his thumbs to her distended nipples had her trembling. Angelo was very much the expert. He was totally aware of which buttons to press to yield startling results.
He uncovered her mouth, only to seek the base of her throat. His suck made her light-headed. She hadn't expected such a dizzying reaction. Little by little, Angelo was stripping her defense system. His technique was so polished and subtle that she simply fell for it.
"Ohhhh, oh, Angelo. Oh, baby, you're getting me so hot. Maybe we ought to stop for a while and catch our breath."
Angelo was deaf to her suggestion. Instead, he fondled her in such a way that she abandoned her plea. His hands streamed over her aroused flesh, fanning the flames of desire. He squeezed her ass, sinking his thumbs into her crack and stroking her engorged pussy lips. Her clit, starved for physical contact, received a healthy dose. She quivered in his arms, welcoming it. She gasped in Angelo's face, then answered his flight of eroticism by grinding his stiff crotch with her pussy.
"You've got me hot, too," he confessed in a hoarse voice. "Oh, baby, I've got to have you-now, right here, on this sofa."
"Ohhhhh, oh, God, ohhhhhhhhhh," she bit her lip, shaking. Damn it, but she was crazed with lust.
"Can't wait. Can't help myself, Marianne. I've got to have some of you right now."
His cock was so swollen, bulging from his pants, that she realized how serious his statement was. Marianne momentarily panicked. She was sorry they had gotten that far. She didn't think she could handle taking a huge cock like his into her cunt. Not only was she uncertain it would fit, but she didn't want to go that distance. It wasn't necessary to depict her total surrender on the video she was creating for Snitch. She was required to merely confirm what Companions Unlimited was all about.
Angelo steered her onto her back. She writhed against the pillows, too horny to resist. "Oh, yeah. I want you, baby. You've got me worked up. I can't stop now. I need it bad."
Angelo didn't get on top of her. The undertaking she predicted seemed not to be his choice. He scooped her tits up in his hand and sucked them. Once again, a flood of stimulation overtook her senses. She thrust her chest out to him, offering it freely and urgently. He ran his tongue around her nipples, then lapped them with an invigorating force. They enlarged at this outbreak of passion. Concern deserted her, only to have her succumb to the gratification his tongue provided.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, mm mm mm mm," she panted, hankering for those feverish licks. "Yes, yes." She embraced his head, guiding him. This action was unnecessary, as Angelo knew exactly what to do. His breath against her skin, combined with the sweep of saliva, sent her into oblivion. He took liberal portions of her billowy flesh in his mouth, squeezing it with his lips. He seemed to savor every bit he had. His vibrations commanded that she yield to him-which she eagerly did. The scrape of his teeth to her nipple-a gentle bite-brought her quickly to heaven.
Angelo wasn't to stayed rooted in that position. He worked his way down to her wet pussy. His nose and mouth trailed there in mounting anticipation. He opened her cunt lips with his tongue, slipping it into her plush flesh until he uncovered her swollen clit. His lazy slurp had her combing her fingers through his hair.
"Oh, God," she moaned, enjoying it. Lucille, her editor, was going to see her getting eaten on video! Although the prospect didn't delight her, Marianne wasn't of the mind to stop him. "Oh, yes, lick me there. Suck my pussy. Use your tongue on it. Rub it with your mouth."
Angelo went at it like a pro. He ate generously of her cunt, spearing through drenched flesh until she was crying out for more. He devoured her as though he hadn't eaten pussy in months. His hot tongue plummeted in her snatch, seeking the source of her lubrication; as he dragged it out, she whimpered. He tongue-fucked her with sweet fury.
"Mmmmmmm," he grunted between her legs, running his lips over and over her aroused cunt flesh while piercing her hole. He was very hungry, diving into her snatch. His tongue achieved perpetual motion, swinging back and forth, assaulting her clit in such a manner that the flow of stimulation came at her in waves. "Mmmmm, oh, it's so good, so juicy, Marianne. I've gotta eat it. I've gotta eat your snatch."
She thought he would drive her insane with that teasing lick. His fingertips massaged around her pinned back lips. The wild exhalations he took made the insides of her thighs prickle. Angelo was as pleased to perform this act as she was to accept it. He tongued her clit for a short while, testing her hot juices with a dip of his finger. When she was nice and slick, he filled his mouth with her savory cunt. He packed all the squishiness he could between his suctioning lips.
The subsequent probes into her cunt were long and satisfying. Angelo helped himself to her abundant nectar, downing it as though it were honey.
"Angelo, you're making me so wet, so hot. Oh, God, don't stop licking me. Suck up those juices, clean my moist snatch with your tongue. Rub my clit with your mouth. Oh, baby, you do it so good. I can't get enough. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Angelo, suck it, suck my pussy. Oh, yes, suck it good. Stick that tongue in me. Jam it into my cunt. Ohhhhhhhhhh, oh, God, yes, keep.doing it. Slurp my clit. Concentrate on that swollen dot. Faster, ohhhhhhhhh, faster, please, faster. Ohhhhhhhhh."
She scarcely heard his groans of contentment as he delved into her. Marianne was only alert to her squeals of joy and rapid heartbeat. She curved her back and widened the space between her thighs. Her long, flawless legs hooked over his shoulders, fastening him to her. She rocked her pussy to him, smudging his face with her tangy juices.
Her clit swelled beneath his ardent laps. An expanding bliss coursed through her body. She was engulfed by this rush realizing that she was rapidly approaching a satisfying conclusion. She saw how much he yearned to make her cum. His tongue rapidly wiggled into her cunt flesh, facilitating that goal. She clutched his head, trembling. "Angelo, you're going to make me cum. Ohhhhhhhh, oh, yes, ohhhhhhhhh. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
She fed him that hot squish raging between her legs. She swung it to his mouth, ordering him to swallow what he licked, what had oozed out of her. Her cries spurred him. He knew she lacked the discipline to hold back.
"Angelo," she swallowed hard, digging her head into the pillow. Her heels sank into his back, her body tensing. "Oh, my God, ohhhhhhh, I'm cumming, cumming."
She spasmed in his face with his tongue planted in her cunt. She pretended it was his cock about to pump her full of hot goo. In the throes of orgasm, it pleased her to think she could gratify him.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she sputtered, fighting for oxygen. "Ohhhhhh."
The frantic sucking taking place between her legs produced sounds that stirred her. She lay back, her head spinning, offering Angelo her creamy snatch. He devoured her with the fiercest appetite she'd seen. She reached behind her head, grasped a pillow and clung to it as a result of that frenzy. She held her stiff nipples high, undergoing a prolonged orgasm. Still, he went down on her.
He was so hungry for it, she must have cum several times before he realized what he'd done. Orgasm came upon Marianne swiftly. She had little time to prepare herself. The torrent of passion swept over her, claiming her senses at a dizzying pace. She had long since lost control, abandoning herself to his pleasure. She arched her back, savoring the series of contractions that racked her body. She lost count of how many she'd had. After a while, they blurred together. It was one lengthy, glorious session that had no end.
Marianne couldn't remember sex being that intense with Desiree. In fact, she couldn't recall cumming nearly as hard. When Desiree ate her, it was a totally different sensation.
Her memory touched on Doug. Yes, Doug had had the power to give her those kinds of orgasms. He had sapped her strength with his tongue. As quickly as that reminder surfaced, she hurled it back to the distant past. She didn't want him to intrude on her happiness.
"Ohhhhhh, oh, God." Her sensual lips twisted as she went into a seizure. Her eyeballs rolled upward and she shook, burning with fever. Even at the height of pleasure, Angelo's tongue didn't cease nor reduce its intensity. Her ass shifted beneath his lapping force. There seemed to be no escape from that darting tongue. Even when she snapped away from him, Angelo's hands fastened to her hips and held her secure until he plunged that sweet tongue into her crevice. Sliding through her hot squish, he made her cry out huskily. Her sodden cunt lips divided, admitting that curling tip into her body. His entry left her weak and begging for more. "Angelo, oh, baby, ohhhhhhhhh! More, do it more. Make me cum some more. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
When he wasn't probing Marianne with his tongue, he was pinching her succulent cunt flesh with his lips. He enclosed the pink warmth, then tugged it affectionately. It was as though he was wringing its flavor. Her woman taste must have driven him mad.
"Eat me, Angelo, eat me. Eat my pussy! Yes, you're making me cum with your mouth, with your tongue. Ohhhhhhhhhh." He snaked into her honey-rich pussy, scooping the nectar. No matter how much he lapped, the ooze was quickly replenished. She moaned as the moisture seeped from her loins, then got sucked by Angelo. "Ohhhhhh, eat it, lick me. Ohhhhhhh."
Angelo growled in delight, feeding upon her sopping tissue. He appeared ready to exhaust Marianne, smearing his face in her snatch. His indefatigable style left her breathless. She knew-relatively soon-she wouldn't be able to handle another slurp. She was wearing out.. .and he hadn't even got started. There would be a price to pay for all this intimate attention, whether she could afford it or not. Until orgasm sobered her, Marianne couldn't begin to deal with it.
The problem was, when she finished climaxing in his face, Angelo started another journey to exhilaration. Never once had he asked if she had enough. Even if she did, Marianne doubted he'd want to stop. He wanted to keep her in a feverish state. Of course, she continually responded to that demand.
Gradually, her hands released the pillow behind her head and covered her tits. She cupped the aroused flesh, tweaking her nipples. They ached from excitement, having remained swollen throughout Angelo's meal. She moistened her fingertips with her spit and caressed those stiff nubs. Ohhhhhhh. The bubbles forming around them had her tingling. She wished he would suck on her tits and give her clit a rest. She couldn't take much more of his licking.
Angelo launched into a suck that informed Marianne she would cum harder than ever before. Her body shook, awaiting the spasms that would invariably strike. Her mouth dropped open as his slurps deepened. Stimulation branched out to every nerve ending, originating from her clit. She was nearing the explosion point.
"Angelo, oh, my God, ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmmmmm," he murmured, operating his tongue like a lethal weapon.
"Ohhhhh." She couldn't stand it. The pleasure was more startling than ever. She was woozy from the collective sensations. Angelo brought her farther than before. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Angelo didn't spare a moment. Marianne heard the buckle of his pants, followed by his zipper. His quickness of breath also should have warned her. He lifted his cunt-coated face from between her legs, revealing a look of urgency. He was intense-serious about what he wanted. His lusty expression loomed at her. Those dark pupils of his searched her face, urging her to comply. Eating her had sent him into an agitated state; he needed to relieve himself of that frustration.
She was definitely in no shape to challenge him. Defying him went beyond her physical resources. He drained her of complete reluctance.
Angelo covered her with his man's body. His collar was loose, baring his well-developed chest. Marianne placed her hand over it to check his heartbeat. It was palpitating.
Angelo interpreted her gesture as lustful. He lowered his mouth to hers, inserting his tongue.
He kissed her with insane passion. He wanted her, desperately-unwilling to wait for her recovery.
His dick throbbed against her stomach. Its fierce beat made her twitch. God, Angelo was so excited, possessed with unstoppable need. She trembled in his embrace, caressing his biceps. Her tits bulged against him like soft cushions. She supposed in her aroused condition she appeared hot and willing.
He reached for his cock. There was little fumbling-he knew exactly where it was going to go. Her cunt, warm and juicy, was ready for him.
This wasn't really happening, she had told herself. He wasn't going to fuck her. Marianne hadn't been fucked in years. Desiree had been her sole sex partner. Her actions thus far had been for the benefit of Snitch. Angelo's performance was recorded on video, to be played for her boss.
There was no need to go further, and yet Marianne couldn't move an inch.
She squirmed under Angelo. Her body was engulfed with feverish impulses. She distrusted herself when they were in evidence. She felt the wide tip of Angelo's cock slide between her moist cunt lips. God, he was throbbing, gaining access. She hadn't felt a cock there since Doug.
Oh, God! she inwardly sobbed. Panic rose through her throat. She shouldn't being doing this! Oh, God!
Angelo pushed his swollen cock into her. She cried out as it sank in her pussy. It was hard and long, burrowing through such a sensitive part of her body.
It wasn't just an article Marianne was researching. She subjected herself to something that reacquainted herself with sensations she had long since shut off.
"Ohhhhhh!" She permitted this to happen. Marianne grit her teeth as he fit his whole cock in her, slicing through her sensitive pussy. She threw her head back, shoving it into the pillow. What she remembered of penetration was nothing like having Angelo buried between her legs. He jammed the real thing into her cunt until his balls strained. "Oh, my God, Angelo, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Christ, Marianne, you've got to be the tightest woman I've ever fucked. Uuuhhhhhhhh. Your pussy is just crushing my dick. Yeah, you like that. I like a nice, compact hole, myself." Eagerly, he charged through her narrow passage as though it were hardly an obstacle.
Only after the base of his thick shaft was captured by her tight cunt lips did Marianne realize she was at the height of excitement. She had a man's cock in her pussy-not a dildo or vibrator, but real flesh and blood! Her lips, which had twisted into a grimace, now rounded as she panted with ecstasy. The moment of anxiety passed swiftly. In retrospect, it was absolutely wonderful. She began moving beneath Angelo as though there had never been a lapse of straight sex. She worked her hips in tandem with his, steering her pussy to that hard cock.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck me" Marianne whimpered. "Oh, yes, fuck me with that thing. Slip it into my wet cunt. Ohhhhhhhhhh, it feels so good."
Angelo began pumping her, lumbering in and out of her sodden pussy. Marianne loved the way it reached into her, sliding past her clit. She moaned, finding the energy to fuck back and gain pleasure at the same time. There didn't seem to be enough room on the sofa to fuck, but they managed. They enjoyed the newness of their initial connection.
She looked up at Angelo to see if he comprehended that he was fucking a woman who hadn't had cock for years. His expression-eyes glazed and vacant, mouth open in reaction to their snug fit-failed to support that belief. He was much too involved in cramming every inch of that delicious cock into her pussy to take note. Even she found it difficult to make observations. The thrust of that stiff dick made her close her eyes and sob with delight. Their stomachs slapped together in delirious splendor.
He bunched her tits, positioning the nipples together, then was covered by his mouth. His suck had her crying out. His tongue provoked them with its vibrant lick. Another part of her body received pleasure. It was a refreshing distraction, but only temporary. She couldn't forget that hard, driving force splitting her open, taking command of her senses. No, very little could discount the satisfaction it gave.
Jesus, this what was she had been missing. Ohhhhhhhhh. She could fuck for hours and not tire of it. Marianne wanted to lay on her back while Angelo did her, letting him sink into her moist, grabbing snatch. She roped her legs about his waist and urged him to pound that thing of his into her. She craved those powerful thrusts, thinking about his need for consummation. All the causes of making a cock hard fascinated her as she slammed herself to his groin. Uhhhhhhhh! She wanted to feel his dick deep inside-gliding in and out of her smooth pussy lips. It was so dense and long. She longed to be occupied with every inch. Jesus, why had she given up men in the first place? Doug's betrayal certainly didn't warrant such a thoughtless action. Sex was so wonderful and fulfilling.
She cupped Angelo's ass as he humped her. Her nails grazed his flexing buttocks, encouraging every slam he took. She didn't want him to stop-didn't want him to soften his performance. She ached for every thrust, every jam.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Angelo-harder, with all you've got!" She moaned, writhing beneath him. "Give it to me, baby. Show me what a man you are. Ohhhhhhhh, keep doing that. Deep in my cunt-get deep in my cunt! Ohhhhhhh, your big cock fits so nice. Work that sucker in there, shove every bit in my hot snatch. It wants to keep your dick wet. Oh, yeah, we'll keep it tucked in my pussy."
"Jesus. You're hot, Marianne. I could tell the moment you opened the door. You wanted this, didn't you? You wanted me to fuck you."
"I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked by a hired escort. Oh, God. It's the best. Ohhhh."
He lowered his ecstasy-ridden features into her tits. "I hope I haven't disappointed you."
"Not a chance."
"Not all of us fuck. It's our choice. We don't make you pay for it. Oh, Marianne. Just looking at your ass and tits gives me a hard dick. I kept hoping you'd get interested. I was waiting to give you this."
He shoved that enormous thing into her, brimming with confidence. She moaned, eagerly absorbing it. She was fed the brunt of his excitement. It felt so fucking good.
"Angelo, if you keep fucking me like this, you'll make me cum."
He repeated the action. "I'll do it all you want, all you can handle. Jesus, I don't know if I can go much longer. I think I'm gonna shoot."
She shoved her tits into his chest and felt his pounding heartbeat. They'd only been doing it a few minutes and he was ready to explode. Even she was skeptical of keeping the pace. The thrill of being fucked was too much of a charge. Marianne didn't want it to end-but from the way his cock kept rubbing her clit, she wasn't sure she could prevent it from happening.
"Yes, keep stroking me like that," she told him. "Fast as you can, without stopping. Oh, my God, Angelo. You're going to make me cum again. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Yeah, let's both cum-now, Marianne. Do it now. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Ugghhhhhh, oh, shit, uuugghhhhhhhhhhh."
Marianne went into a convulsion a second before his handsome face screwed up in ecstasy. His hands slid under her and dragged her as securely to his body as possible. His heavy spurts filled her snatch. It was the first time in a long while a man had cum in her pussy; it was eons since a man came in her while she was cumming, too. It was better than with Doug-all that frantic spasming while that swollen dick was planted deep. She felt it twitch in her juicy squish as it erupted. All that gooey jizz spewing into her, like one massive injection. Oh, yes, she forgot how much she had enjoyed that messy feeling.
But the part that most intrigued her was
Angelo's gratified groan-so different from Desiree. She was used to the soft-throated sounds she made when Marianne brought her to climax. Angelo's were deep, guttural, contented.
"Oh, Christ, Marianne," Angelo was gasping for air after pumping all he had into her cunt. "Oh, baby, that was so good." He embraced her affectionately, engaging her in a kiss. He put his tongue in her mouth, visibly grateful for the satisfaction she provided.
"You were good, Angelo," she whispered. "So good."
"I'll be better the second time around."
"Second time?" she almost squeaked. "I don't think I can handle another round of that-"
"Sure you can, baby," he mentioned. "We're going to do it a whole lot."
"What about my dinner party?" she blurted.
He grinned. "What about it?"
She caught his drift, then smirked right back. "I guess we'll have dinner right here."