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Fucking My Favorite MILFFucking My Favorite Blonde MILF Getting to know herI have several damn hot stories to tell about a very special woman I have been seeing for almost 6 years. I have already posted one I wrote, and one written by her. The titles of those stories refer to her as “My Favorite Milf ”. I had a few people tell me how they felt those stories, as well as any future ones I post about her, could be better if they new more about the real person she is. So here are a bunch of short tales that I hope you find enjoyable to read, as well as informative. I hope to give you a much clearer picture of her, and perhaps a friend or two she hangs out with. Then you will understand why my favorite milf Sarah, and at least one of her friends, turn heads everywhere they go.That’s not surprising, because both of the women in this first part are absolutely gorgeous. Sarah is a 5’6″ blonde, with long, slender legs, and a perfect little tight ass. Working upward from her sweet, hot ass, you’ll find a beautiful pair of large C / borderline D cups, with permanently hard nipples, long enough to poke your eye out. I’ve teased her a few times, by hanging a shirt on one of them. Finishing off the package, is the face of a runway model, with perfect lips, high cheekbones, green eyes you could swim in, and silky blonde hair. Lisa is no dog either. She’s an inch taller at 5’7”. She has light brown hair, streaked with blonde highlights, and pale blue eyes. She draws added attention to her eyes by wearing a pair of very hot, librarian style glasses. Her body type is more Marilyn Monroe-ish, or voluptuous, than Sarah’s, with larger, softer breasts, and a fuller, more rounded ass. She’s not at all my type, but still, she’s nicely proportioned. The two of them, are excellent examples of perfection, for their own body types. Both women are usually dressed impeccably. Frequently they wear very classy, Business style clothing, that quietly shouts money! Nice jewelry, and accessories, finish off the look. That was the case one day, about a year and a half ago, when I walked into a downtown restaurant with a friend visiting from Phoenix. As we were seated at our table, he noticed two very attractive ladies across the room having lunch, and pointed them out to me. It was Sarah and her friend Lisa. Sarah was sitting in such a way, that our position was to her left side, and she wasn’t looking in our direction. At that point in time, I hadn’t met Lisa yet. I didn’t know they were going to be there, and they hadn’t noticed us. I took a second glance at the women my friend was referring to, and Iagreed with him that they were gorgeous. I said to my friend, “If you had to guess what kind of jobs they have, what would your guess be?” He studied them for a few moments and then answered, “I think the blonde has to be some sort of model, or considering that she’s probably over 35, maybe a former model, who is now a fashion executive. She has an elegant look, so I think it’s that industry for sure. I asked him, “So what about the brunette?” My friend seemed to be having a tougher time with her, and finally said, “All I can think of at the moment for her is banker, or some sort of hot fucking Librarian. I can’t get over the glasses!” We both laughed at that comment, and then he said, “What do you think they do?” I replied, I don’t know. It’s so hard to tell. At first glance, I thought they could be Society types. You know what I mean, married to very wealthy men, and after they finish their lunch, the valet will bring the Bentley around to the front of the restaurant. They’ll both jump in, and head off to the tennis club. He shook his head in agreement and said, “Yep, I can see that. You might be right. Which one do you think owns the Bentley?” I answered, “Oh, the blond for sure.”The elegant ladies finished paying their server and stood up to leave. When Sarah turned she spotted me, and smiled. She motioned to the brunette to follow her as she weaved her way through tables toward ours. My friend nervously asked, “What’s happening, do you know her?” We both stood to greet them, and as Sarah gave me a hug, I said, “I didn’t see you sitting there.” She introduced me to Lisa for the first time, and I introduced my friend to both of them. Sarah gave me a peck on the cheek, and said,“Sorry we can’t stay and talk, but we have to run.” Then she added, “I’ll see you Wednesday!” Out the door they went. My friends jaw was on the floor. He said, “You Bastard! You knew her all along. Why were you messing with me?” I told him I messed with him because it was so easy to do. He told me how impressed he was, that I was acquainted with such a beautiful woman as Sarah. Then he asked, “So was I right about her being in the fashion industry?” I told him that even though Sarah is very fashionable, she isn’t employed in that Industry. Then he took a verbal jab at me saying, “Well she isn’t a wealthy married socialite, or she wouldn’t be talking to the likes of you.” I could tell his curiosity was getting the best of him, and I was ready with an answer when he asked, “So what did she mean when she said, “I’ll see you Wednesday?” Without the slightest hesitation I answered, “That’s one of the days I fuck her.” My friend almost choked on his salad. “You do what!” he said. I puffed out my chest a little and told him, “Yeah man, we usually fuck three times a week. Been going on for about four years now, and she’s the best I’ve ever had.” He was shaking his head, trying to figure out how I could swing something like that. I could see he wasn’t getting it to add up. To wind him up a little tighter, I told him how flattered Sarah would be when I told her how my friend guessed she was just over 35, and in the fashion industry after a modeling career. I rubbed it in more saying, “Hearing stuff like that makes a 53-year-old MILFs pussy wet.” My friends head was spinning enough, so I thought it was time to let him off the hook. I casually said,“Oh! Did I forget to mention, they’re both high class escorts? Would you like me to set you up with Lisa?” He looked like he could have a heart attack any second when he said, Damn, that’s not how I would have imagined escorts looking. They look beautiful, but conservative, and they’re dressed so classy. Are you messing with me again? Are they really escorts?” I replied, “Yes my friend, they really are, and when that classy clothing hits the floor, it’s time to buckle your seatbelt buddy. The naked slut standing in front of you is gonna take you on a wild ride!” He kept repeatedly muttering, “No Shit, No Shit, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a million years!” I reassured him, “Don’t feel alone in that, Very few would.”There seems to be a variety of reasons why some women become escorts. Most, (95%), are young when they start. Some of them do it to pay their way through college, and then they move on to other things. Many do it for the quick money. Hardly any escorts enter the profession in their mid, to late 40s as Sarah did. Fewer still start escorting for the sole purpose of keeping what was left of their family together, after being abused, and abandoned by a tyrannical X husband. But that’s what Sarah had to do, and she made it work. It was never for herself, and I’ve always admired her toughness, and her true courage to take on the world in the way she did. Like the first girls I mentioned, Sarah paid for college to provide a brighter future. But it wasn’t her college, or her future she paid for. I’m very proud of her, and I feel privileged to know such an unselfish person. Even more privileged to be one of a very few, select men she allows near her. If I can ever get rid of the rest of them, I’ll make her my own. That’s the kind of person she is, but this story is about the kind of Fuck she is, so here goes!I don’t really know Lisa well at all. Most of what I’ve told you about her, you could find out for yourself by simply observing her for about 30 seconds. I learned the other details about her when we were introduced by Sarah. As a matter of fact, I have actually only seen Lisa on two occasions, when the girls were together. The first was that time in the restaurant. The second time was when Sarah wanted me to have a special surprise treat. She invited me to meet her at a nice hotel, saying we needed a change from her house to break up our routine. When I walked into the hotel room, I was met by two, fully naked hotties, who wasted no time stripping my clothes off, and tossing me onto a King size bed. Before I could say, “What the Fuck?”, I was engulfed in tasty woman parts, with nipples being thrust in my mouth, only to be pushed aside moments later by a vagina wanting a turn on my face. It was so frantic at first, I had no idea who was sucking my cock, or fucking me most of the time. It seemed there was always something soft and delicious occupying my mouth, I was aware of Lisa having 3, rather poorly faked orgasms, while I was eating her pussy, and then another flurry of, “Who’s sex organ is that?” All of a sudden, it was different. Everything slowed down, and became much more simple than before. A quick inventory of my body showed I still had all my parts. I was currently on my knees behind Lisa, who was tits down, ass up, aksaray escort with me holding onto her long brunette hair like a pair of reigns. There was a really loud slapping sound I hadn’t noticed before, which turned out to be the sound of my thighs colliding with the cheeks of her full, round ass, as I banged her pussy hard in doggy style. Coming to my senses slightly, I looked around for Sarah. Logic told me she probably had to go pee, and would return soon. A few seconds later, and much to my dismay I saw Sarah wearing a dress and heels, that she had quickly slipped on. Without a word, she opened door and was gone. I stopped what I was doing, and asked Lisa what was going on. She claimed not to know, and would only say that Sarah seemed upset. Well, this wasn’t what I signed up for. Lisa was bumping her ass against me again, and cheering me on to keep fucking her harder, but my mind, as well as my hard on, had followed Sarah right out the door. With Lisa screaming at me to get back on the bed, and fuck her some more, I threw my clothes on and went in search of Sarah. I found her 10 floors below in one of the tranquil, outside gardens of the hotel. She was clearly upset. After some coaxing, she opened up and told me how Lisa had been taunting her while the threesome was going on. Mouthing to Sarah how she was going to take me away, and other bullshit like that. I talked her into coming back to the room with me, by telling her we needed to go convince Lisa how wrong she was. Back in the room, I undressed both of us, and pulled Sarah back into bed. I laid down, and she climbed on top of me. Lisa was dressed in sweats, and sitting at the desk only 3 feet from the bed. She had her back to us, and pretended to be working on her laptop. Not that I’m such a prize, but if she thought there was any way she could compete with Sarah for my affections, I wanted to get that thought completely out of her head.For the next hour and a half, Sarah and I had the hottest, most passionate, slow sex, until we simultaneously exploded with real orgasms that made Lisa’s shoulders and neck, visibly cringe. To this day, I still swear I could see steam rising from Lisa’s head. It was the first time I saw the jealousy she feels towards Sarah. Her need to be smarter, prettier more seductive, and overall more popular than Sarah, (All things she can never be), drive her on occasion to do some pretty hateful things. I would really have preferred to be with Sarah only that day, but I knew she meant well when she arranged the surprise threesome for me. I definitely had some fun at first, but before it was over, I saw an ugly side of Lisa, and promised myself, I would never get into that situation again. That was enough Lisa to last me a lifetime.Sarah, on the other hand, is a completely different story. We’ve been getting together for almost 6 years, and having sex an average of three times per week. Using my fuzzy math, I guesstimate that we have fucked something close to 800 times, but even with that, I positively know I can never get enough of her. What I feel when I’m with her is part of my soul. When you’ve been together that many times, there are bound to be a few incredibly memorable fucks, but just as certainly, you’re going to catch each other on some very bad days. I can best describe Sarah’s skills between the sheets by saying, “On her worst day, she’s better than 95% of all other women I’ve been with! On her good days, it would be unfair to compare the other women to Sarah. They just aren’t in her league!”When I met Sarah 5 1/2 years ago, it was in the usual way, of being recommended by someone who knew both of us. I had seen a picture of her sitting with two other women, and something about her face grabbed me so powerfully that I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I kept asking for weeks, who the beautiful blonde was in that picture. When I finally found out who she was, I set about getting the needed recommendation. Fortunately for me, the recommendation took place, and I called Sarah.Our first meeting was in an exclusive Newport Beach, resort Hotel. For me, sex with her was like skyrockets, and I couldn’t wait to see her again. The following week, I was fortunate enough to find her with a free afternoon, and a room near the top of a tall, mirrored Hotel, in downtown Los Angeles. We had a Bony Adventure that afternoon, and found talking with each other to be extremely easy. My third, fourth, and fifth, times seeing Sarah, she invited me to her home. In that comfortable setting, we both completely relaxed, and let the time together flow naturally. On each of those three visits, she progressively kept me busy beyond the time I had scheduled with her. I felt bad for staying longer than I should, but staying longer than I should, felt so good! Our fifth get together turned into a marathon. I had booked her for one hour, but when I mentioned it somewhere around the 90 minute mark, she told me to not worry about it, and to enjoy myself. When things finally cooled down, we had been pleasuring each other for almost three hours. We showered together, and as I dressed to leave, Sarah said, “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, I can make some dinner, and we can talk.” I took her up on her offer, and spent another five hours hanging out with her. Some serious chemistry was beginning to take place.When I called Sarah to arrange my sixth visit with her, she once again invited me to her house. I was thrilled, because we were both so much more relaxed there, and the extra time I spent seemed to please her. Because of that, there was no reason to rush into sex, or do anything until the vibe was right. With an actual relationship of some strange sort, beginning to develop, we were spending more, and more time talking, and exchanging affectionate caresses before the mood eventually morphed into the hot sex. That natural buildup seemed to be intensifying the passion of the fucking that would follow. It was a little more that way, each time I saw her, since the third time. The sixth visit would prove to be the mind blowing experience that has kept me hooked on this incredible woman ever since.When I met Sarah, she hadn’t been in a relationship for more than two years, and every man she had sex with was going to wear a condom. No if’s and’s or butt’s! No discussions, or negotiations! She was crystal-clear on that unwavering rule before she ever saw someone for the first time. If a condom happened to come off, for any reason whatsoever, you were out of there instantly, never to return. Those are the rules, and there are no exceptions! Everyone was going to wear a rubber!She kept a supply of some rather sturdy ones, that I didn’t care much for, so after a little convincing, she allowed me to bring my own, non-latex type. Even after approving my choice of condoms, she was insistent that she would always be the one to remove it from its wrapper, and also be the one to properly apply it to an erect cock. That part was great! The first time I saw her, she blew me away, literally, using a technique where she unrolls about an inch of the rubber, and then sucks that part into her mouth, until the rolled up part is resting against her lips. Once she had it in that position, Her gorgeous green eyes locked onto mine, and she lowered her lips to the head of my cock. From there, in a very smooth, and I’m sure much practiced move, she slipped the unrolled portion over the head of my cock,then used her hot lips to roll the rest of the condom all the way to the base. Still staring into my eyes, she held her mouth there for a few seconds with the head of my dick pressed firmly against the back of her throat. Then she gagged a little to make me think I had a big cock, while she made final adjustments with her fingers. It felt so good, I was almost happy to be wearing a condom. On my sixth visit Sarah really outdid herself to make everything super special. To this day she always finds ways to keep thing new and exciting, but on this particular day she really knocked herself out. When I pushed open Sarah’s door that day, I walked into the most romantic, and seductive bedroom I could ever have imagined. Every detail had been considered, and perfected, from the special lighting, which was amazing, to the carefully selected music playing softly in the background. Even the air carried a subtle scent chosen to excite a man sexually, and finally, her huge bed covered in new sheets, and oversized pillows, all made from white satin. The allure of the entire room pulled me through the door, giving each of my senses a gentle, but highly effective slap, saying,“Wake up guys, you’re in for something special!” The first step through the door had already awakened Sight, Sound, and Smell. They were extremely pleased by the environment. Perched in the very center of all that white satin, sat Sarah wearing nothing but a practically transparent, black negligee. Her smile, and outstretched arms inviting my remaining senses, of taste, and touch to join her on the bed. Being hit by all that in the first two seconds, was almost overwhelming, and set the mood for what was to follow that day. We skipped the preliminary, catch up on things, chat we amasya escort had become accustomed to. This whole scene was just too fucking hot for small talk. I met her at the edge of the bed, where she immediately began undressing me. With my assistance, that went quickly, and we were entwined on the big bed making out passionately. Everything that happened that day, seemed to be completely without conscious forethought, or planning of any sort. It was as if one act of passion somehow morphed into the next, and you find yourself experiencing erotic pleasure so intense you can feel it in your core, but you’re not even sure how you got there. There’s no way to make that happen. Once in a great while, it just does, and my sixth visit was one of those days. In the seamless blur of passion that day, I had brief moments which ripped me out of the sexual fog to deal with something unexpected. One such moment was when suddenly found myself unable to breathe. Uncertain of exactly when, or how I got there, this brief suffocating moment found my face being smashed into Sarah’s deliciously wet vagina. She had the fingers of each hand wound tightly into my hair, pulling my lips, and tongue, ever deeper into her pussy, while at the same time, her bucking hips ground her clit against my flattened nose. My panic attack only lasted for a second, before I was able to tilt my head slightly to the side, and take in a much-needed, gulp of air. Calmed by the small dose of oxygen, I was able to enjoy the remaining tastes, and fantastic sounds of her huge orgasm. As my XXX rated magic carpet ride continued, Sarah had me recline onto a pile of the big pillows, then she covered both our bodies with sweet almond oil. Sarah’s beautiful body, sensually slithered on top of me, where she began an oily slow dance of her skin with mine. Erotic would be an understatement! As that was happening, the sexual fog closed in again, and became very dense for a while, but I do recall in another one of those brief moments of clarity, thinking to myself, “I’m here alone with this silk skinned, large breasted, incredibly gorgeous blonde, and I’m being used as her personal Slip N Slide. FUCK YEAH!”I closed my eyes again, and sank back into the fog, feeling my world rather than thinking about it. I’m aware of Sarah’s stiff nipples raking my skin from my lips to my knees, but I don’t think about them, I only feel them. That state of mind is very difficult for me to reach. I’m not sure why, but it always has been. Since I met Sarah, she’s been encouraging me to enjoy times like this, and trying to help me achieve them. It’s working this time. I’ve completely let’s go, trusting her, putting all control in her hands, pushing aside any consciousness, until I’m jolted by a change. Where did the nipples go? This next moment of clarity revealed Sarah sitting with her legs straddling my thighs, just below my stiff cock. My already high excitement level jumped up a couple of notches. Even though we didn’t have any routine, there was some loose pattern to things we did, and my experience suggested that seconds from now, Sarah’s warm lips would be rolling a condom onto my cock, and soon after that, I’d be fucking this gorgeous woman I’m so crazy about. I couldn’t wait!I have to mention one of the most marvelous things about Sarah. On so many occasions, as I drove away, after spending some time with her, I thought she had taken me to the absolute highest level of excitement, and pleasure, that was humanly possible for me to experience. I actually call them, “Cloud Nine Days.” Those times we’re so good, so memorable, and so intense, that all I could do, was be grateful to have experienced something that awesome, and hope maybe someday, to feel that good again. Two weeks later, Sarah would find some way to blow that experience out of the water, leaving my head spinning on a new cloud nine!This was to be one of those days. I shut my eyes allowing the fog to return.Just as I expected, the next thing I felt was her warm lips slowly slipping over the swollen head of my cock, and as always, Sarah’s lips started slowly making their way down the shaft toward the base. Something was different though. Her Mouth felt warmer than usual, and her swirling tongue more intense. I could feel the wetness of her mouth, and she didn’t stop at the bottom to make adjustments with her fingers. In fact, Sarah didn’t stop at all, as she began sliding the full length of my hard cock, over and over, with her hot mouth sucking my dick, while her tongue licked up and down the shaft. Occasional pauses at the top shot electricity through my entire body when she intentionally gave me the lightest of sc****s with her teeth, and then while sucking very hard on just the bulbous head, Sarah pushed the pointed tip of her tongue deep into my hole to lick out the slick pre cumshe was creating. I’m an experienced man, and that was brand-new to me.It was becoming impossible to keep myself in the fog, but I didn’t care.She had me so turned on! More than ever before, but we had already fucked each other enough times for Sarah to have a very good sense of when I was getting close, or when I was going to cum. She had already demonstrated how dialed in she was to my orgasm while sucking my cock. Three times, she got me right there! Right to the edge, but knew exactly when to stop so everything would fall back down. My muscles, that were coiled from the back of my neck to the ends my toes, begged for that explosive release that would finally allow them to relax, but Sarah wasn’t ready. She needed to blow my mind a little more. The tiny things she does to visually stimulate me never stop. A flashing look from her eyes at the right moment, or tilting her head down to look at her nipple, while she takes it between her fingers, then without moving her head, lifting her eyes up to meet mine as she massages her hard nipple. Just now as she released my cock from her mouth, she let her lips pull back first, with her extended tongue still planted in my pee hole. Sarah shot another sexy look straight into my eyes and then slowly withdrawing her tongue, she stretched a clear elastic string of my pre-cum reaching two inches from the tip of her tongue back to the head of my cock, when she felt it was close to breaking, one quick bob of her head, and a little suction with her lips slurped it right up. Fuck she’s Hot!It has to be time for her to put the condom on my cock now, is what I was thinking when she slid higher up my thighs, and then started to sit down right on top of my cock. Sarah surprised me again by pushing my cock backwards, and while holding it flat against my belly with her left hand, she lowered her pussy right on top of my engorged penis. When she had enough contact for control between her pussy and my cock, Sarah let go with her hand. Straddling my thighs the way she was, her pussy was already nicely open and looking beautiful. I reached for a smaller pillow on my left, then wedged it under to lift my head. I didn’t want to miss any of this hot show. Using her fingers, Sarah stretched her inner labia wide apart. With her beautiful pussy lips pulled wide apart she teased me again saying, “Look what you’ve done to my clit.” She’s never been so happy!” It was swollen, and more extended than I had ever seen it before. Sarah’s entire slit glistened with her dripping wetness. Her own milky cum was still trickling from her hole. After allowing me just enough time to have a good look, Sarah lowered her ass and wide open cunt, engulfing my cock, and trapping it between her wet pussy and my belly.Damn her pussy felt hot wrapping around my horny cock. Sarah made five or six short sliding movements to make sure everything was positioned exactly as she wanted it. I noticed, that between the almond oil, and the abundant natural lube she was continuing to produce, the friction for my taste, was perfect. The sensation was incredible when she pressed her swollen clitoris against the sensitive underside of my cock, and then started slowly sliding it up towards the tip. Once Sarah’s clit rippled across the ridges where my shaft ends and the throbbing head of my cock begins, she stopped, just for a split second, as if she was making a mental note marking how far she could go. The look on her face told me this felt as good to her, as it did to me. Starting her downward slide caused her clit to drag over that same spot again driving me crazy. I guess we all have our spots, and Sarah has known for a long time, that’s one of mine. I’m talking about an area about the diameter of a nickel, where a man’s shaft transitions in sort of an upside down Y shape, to become the bottom of his cock head, That is without a doubt, my weak spot.In moments like this, it seems to amplify most of the nerve endings in my entire body. Sarah is aware of my weakness, and occasionally makes it the focus of her tongue during a blowjob. It sends me through the roof when she does that, and right now my sexy girl is making certain I feel her hot clit saying hello, each time it passes by. She continued the trip south until her hard button reached the base of my cock. Sarah stopped momentarily, I think once again, she was noting escort bayan where her Southern boundary was. As she paused there I was struck by how amazing my balls felt. Stopping her clit at the base of my cock, left most of her wet pussy further down, engulfing my overfilling nuts. Wow! Sarah started rhythmically sliding up and down the full length of my dick. She went slowly at first, but quickly began increasing her pace. There I was again, The man who thought he had so much experience, was getting schooled. I had heard of this, and even knew the name of what she was doing. Sarah was treating me to my first Bare Back Camel Toe Slide. Oh my God! How much of my life have I wasted by not discovering this earlier? Until now, no one had ever offered it to me, and I had never asked anyone for it. If there are any unfortunates, such as I was, reading my story, don’t wait any longer. It’s the closest thing to fucking, that isn’t really fucking, you will ever experience. In some ways, it may even feel better. Anyway, Sarah was doing me good, still reading me like a book, she took me right to that edge three more times, stopping at the very last microsecond, and holding totally motionless, until I finally exhaled. The muscles I mentioned earlier had just finished there sixth workout, and now as I tried to relax them again, they wouldn’t let down smoothly, but instead trembled, and jerked. My overproducing balls were aching with the cords that attach them internally feeling twisted and beginning to cramp. I was developing a classic case of blue balls, if there ever was one.I can read Sarah’s signs almost as well she can read mine, and her facial expression combined with the way she was breathing, and the thin mist of perspiration covering every inch of her skin, I knew she was teetering on the edge again. She gave us both an extra half minute to settle and recover this time.During the recovery time, Sarah leaned down to me placing her tits against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her. She began to move again, but much more slowly than the previous time.Her breaths were becoming quick, and shallow again. Sarah didn’t sit back upright this time, but instead, pushed her nipples harder against my chest.She didn’t increase her pace, but when she added a slight rotation of her hips to her slow, back-and-forth, cock sliding, she was able to smash her engorged clit against my cock with much more pressure. It was literally grinding against my rigid cock, when she suddenly stopped again, and froze like a panting statue. An involuntary groan escaped before I could stop it. I’m not certain if it sounded like frustration, or begging, to Sarah, but she said, “You really need to Cum, don’t you baby.” Before I could answer, Sarah said, “So do I.” Sarah kept her tits smashed against my chest, and using her knees I think, sort of popped her ass up in the air, so she was in a tits down, ass up position, which separated our lower bodies. Reaching between us with her right hand, Sarah took my cock and pointed it straight up. It’s true that all of this happened in a heartbeat, but never in a million years would I have expected Sarah to aim my cock at her soaked opening, and sit down in that way, causing my cock to penetrate her, and in one continuous motion dive deep into her cunt, stopped only when her hole was too tight to allow my full balls inside. Sarah gasped as my cock bottomed out. My cock is quite thick, but no more than average length. That didn’t matter. The position she placed herself in, allowed for maximum penetration. Sarah immediately started fucking me frantically, almost desperately. I knew the desperation was to have her second orgasm. While teasing me to the edge of orgasm, again, and again, she had done the same to herself. “Stop!” I told her. That could be the Most difficult word I ever pushed out of my mouth. Sarah’s pussy was the perfect tightness for me, and not one thing about it to deter me from completely loving it. Shaved smooth, soft, blemish free, hot, wet, inviting pink lips. Absolute perfection!It felt like my dick had been suddenly plunged into liquid fire, and now she’s holding my hard cock in her perfect grip, but at same time teasing me, with small twitching spasms. The little spasms told me Sarah was near orgasm again. At that exact moment with all of those thoughts in my mind, and all those sensations screaming at my horny cock, ( A cock I should add, that’s not known for considering consequences) ,,,,,,,,,, and I told her to stop? What the fuck is wrong with me? The rules, they are what’s wrong with me. I care so much about this girl, I don’t want to be banished, never to return. I wrapped her so tightly with my arms that she couldn’t move. When Sarah relaxed, I released my arms and asked her, “Why are you doing this?” Her entire body softened, and seemed to almost melt into mine slightly. Her hands squeezed my upper arms and held me for several seconds.Then Sarah’s voice reached into my chest and grabbed my heart. She’s had that same grip on me ever since. She said, “Because You’re Special.”After that, I can’t swear we were making love, but I can guarantee, it was incredible fucking. We started going at it like two rabbits in heat. Within seconds, Sarah started screaming out her orgasm and, moments later the first powerful contractions of her sweet cunt began milking my cock. She had me right at the edge again! I new I couldn’t stop it this time. The best I could do was warn her. I blurted out. “Baby I’m Gonna Cum!”Then suddenly this beautiful woman that one guy had joked, wouldn’t shake hands with you unless you wore a condom. Yes, the same woman,Was passionately shouting, “Oh! Yes ” “Cum In Me Baby” “Fill My Pussy” “Please Give It All To Me” “I Want To Feel Your Hot Cum Deep Inside” I swear this is true!…… I came so hard, that the first blast leaving my cock was under so much pressure it hurt leaving the head of my dick. It was literally painful. If I hadn’t been inside Sarah, I think that one could have shot completely across her room. The second, third, and fourth, probably weren’t much less powerful than the first, but I had completely lost my mind by then. We both collapsed and rolled onto our sides on the bed with my cock still inside Sarah. Her pussy and my cock continued to have smaller contractions, and twitch for the next two or three minutes as my cock gradually softened. Another one of Sarah’s mild contractions almost ejected my cock and I knew it was finally time to pull out. As the head of my cock popped out of Sarah’s hole, an enormous gush of pearly cum followed close behind, streaming across the back of her leg, and then pooling on the shiny satin sheet. I guess she could feel the second wave of cum headed for the escape tunnel, so Sarah rolled to her back and covered her pussy with her hand. I said, “Let me go get you a warm washcloth and towel to clean up with.” Sarah said, “No don’t!” “I want it inside me.” When I ask why, she squeezed my hand with the one not covering her pussy and said,“I’m not sure why, but right now, it makes me feel good.” This may sound stupid of me to say, but at that moment, it felt like the most romantic thing any woman had ever said to me. Still naked, we cuddled up to enjoy the afterglow.Sarah fell asleep soon after that, and not too long after she did, her hand slipped away from her pussy. There weren’t any floods like earlier. That’s probably because she wasn’t having any more contractions to pump out the waves of cum, but she did continue to leak steadily for several hours. I was little embarrassed over the volume of that cream pie, and never before, or since have I produced one that could rival it. Ever since that day, Sarah and I fuck bare back. It’s a rare privilege, and I cherish it. Sarah comes to my house frequently now days and almost always spends the night with me. We have dinner, then maybe talk or watch TV. Sometimes we argue like an old married couple, but once in bed the same magic Is always there. We eventually fuck each others brains out, always without a condom, and then this incredible woman typically rolls onto her side, and peacefully drifts off, still filled with my cum. It still makes me feel great. I don’t know how other men feel about that particular thing, but it is just something I’ve always taken note of, and I believe it’s some indication of how a woman actually feels about you.I’ve had too many opposite experiences, where a woman has sex with you, and even though she probably doesn’t want to, she allows you to cum inside her, or on her someplace, because she thinks that’s what she’s supposed to do. Those women are the type that will be in a dead sprint for the bathroom before you even finish shooting your load, and they’ll have an expression on their face that looks like you just dumped a barrel of toxic waste up their Koochie. Those women don’t make a man feel good in the afterglow. Those women can’t hold a candle to someone like Sarah.I have no idea what percentage of men ever see escorts at some point in their life, but I can tell you that I know many men who do, or have at least tried it. The reasons men go to escorts, varies as much as the women they seek, but I can assure you, no man should ever go down that path with any expectation beyond the obvious business transaction it is. Sex for money is the name of the game, but once in a great while, when you’re not looking for anything, and certainly not expecting anything, a little magic can happen! It did for me.

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