Slim had finished his after shower ritual of drying his short, brown hair and shaving. He put on his glasses and headed to the laptop sitting on their large bed tethered to the wall of the small apartment via a black cord. He pulled the cord around the bed so it allowed him and Andrea, when she got back from her shower, to enjoy the feeling of the nice sheets without the trouble of the anchor. They needed to relax and enjoy their ritual.
He clicked and clacked the keys picking up a girl performing on camera for money. She was full figured, large breasts with dark nipples that stood out against her tight white tank top. Maybe it was just something with the camera, or maybe the lighting, but her tits really stood out as she played with a low angled camera while she rest on her knees with nothing else on but panties.
“Is our girl ready?” Andrea asked in her own tank top and PJ short combo, the tight purple fabric shaping her ass like having her dark black hair in a bun shaped her long neck. Slim always enjoyed her entrances and as she softly growled crawling on top of the covers with him, the AC causing her pink, puffy nipples to stand erect and draw his attention away from the laptop, if only slightly, stood testament to her irresistability.
“She’s curvy,” he said as Andrea rest her head against his shoulder, her small yet firm breasts brushing and finally finding a landing spot against his arm for her to give him a half-dozen soft, wet kisses from her freshly minty mouth. A clear sign she wanted him to relax and watch the show.
She watched his boxers, the performer hadn’t yet done anything to arouse him in any meaningful way even though she had pulled out a shapely pink vibrator and was joyfully playing with it in her hands.
“Where did you know her from?” Andrea asked in that soft murmur her man was defenseless against. The game had begun.
“We boarded together,” he said, “the same–what’s closer than an apartment but not living together?”
“Bed and breakfast, hostel, something like that?” she added then punctuated with a soft caress of her fingernails against his bare chest and the dark fur growing there. Her index circled his nipple waiting for an answer.
“Yeah, we shared a B & B, I got up in the middle of the night and ran into her.”
“Was it the kitchen?” she asked as the performer started playing with the vibrator in her mouth lifting her head up and letting her large breasts shake for the camera. Somehow the frame rate made it better for Andrea like a dozen pictures of her motion.
“No, that’s cliche,” he said leaning closer to his girl, “it was the bathroom.”
“You got there and she had left the door open?”
“Exactly,” he said tightening his hand before letting it find it’s way to her thigh a long stretch of land he barely grazed with the merest tips of his long fingers. “I walked down the hall and opened the door and she was resting on the tub, the lone light barely making her visible to my un-adjusted eyes in the darkness. Then finally I saw she was toying with herself.”
Andrea purred and let herself rub her hips against him, “it was the first time you had really seen a woman masturbate.” She eyed his boxers and the slightest bit of firmness was appearing.
“There you go,” he said turning to kiss her, one of those kisses where you wait and prepare and adjust and still your lips land and feel like its the first time, “she was holding down the volume, trying to take care of an urge that had just overtaken her, and the floor creeks under me.”
The girl on the laptop was letting the vibrator do it’s thing, she had slid her panties to the side and spread her legs so the camera had a better view of the pussy she had on display. The color stood out from that milky white skin, being shaved made it more apparent, but there was something in the way her face twitched back as the waves passed through her that pulled their attention more.
“She pulled herself out of that as the door opened and she saw you watching her. What did she do?” Andrea gave a soft lick to him that evolved into a kiss of his skin and a deeper kiss punctuated by sliding her hips against his. He could smell the anticipation on her, the speed of her motion subtly rising.
“She pulled herself from her seat and walked towards me like it was OK, she just slid the underwear off and said ‘I needed to take these off, can you look at them?’ and suddenly she had me by the sink looking at her moist panties pretending she wasn’t bare-assed next to me.”
Andrea let out a chortle, “no you didn’t. She said she had been bad and bent herself against the sink so you could spank her.” The girl gave him a little bite and he gave her one back but tugged and let out a growl that sent waves through her body she was rubbing against him again.
“She’d been bad and really wanted me to take it out on that big ass of hers but I was worried about the noise,” he paused as the girl got on her knees and gave someone who had tipped her a nice view of her asshole in appreciation, “I said I could finger her ass and even though she pouted she bent over and grabbed each cheek and spread for me.”
Andrea pulled herself back from him, she halted the movement in her hips and tightened her fists to fight the urge but he leaned himself against her so the firm cock pressed against her thigh, “I fingered both holes at once,” and she found her hands fighting to squeeze against her thighs, to tighten against her clenching cheeks and pull at herself but keeping them from her pussy.
She turned her butt towards his erection and started drawing circles for him, “that’s when she couldn’t help it, she started to make noises.”
The girl on cam was enjoying her afterglow with one leg up and an arm resting on it holding a soda with a straw she attempted to drink from while looking at chat and spreading her legs nicely for the camera. She was no longer worried about playing and wanted to read what people were saying about how much they loved her hips and ass and a big smile grew on her lips that struggled to find the straw.
“Don’t do that,” Slim said to Andrea who was rubbing that young ass on him, “I mean she made noise and the wife of the man who owned the house came down. She was much younger than him, sex-starved.”
Andrea bit her lip, “she was black, right?”
“Yeah,” he said turning away from her weapon of mass combustion, “she had this accent that made everything she say sound respectable even ‘I want this, too’ as she spread her robe and leaned against the door next to us.”
“She looked like Grace Jones and the curvy girl had to eat her pussy or face the consequences,” She said tossing herself on her side and grabbing his cock, “you win!”
“Yeah, she wasn’t wearing anything under her robe and started, fuckit,” he tossed himself into her, muffled words as she squeezed her mouth against his neck while she tilted her hips side to side while he slowly let himself into her entirely. She bit him in that last push, a breath and he let out a moan to fight it pulling back, her nails squeezing into him, another breath like she was taking it from him, the sound of the girl fucking herself again was playing from somewhere, “cum in me,” and he pulled back out of her wet pussy and pushed back in rough, fast, and again and again as she lift her legs up so her ankles were next to her head and he came in her, “you got a blowjob from the two of them at once.”
“Yeah, they traded long slow kisses,” he said pausing to kiss her on the lips again like the first time on a new planet’s soil, “then they got serious and traded off shaft and balls, the owner’s wife had serious game.”
“Of course,” she said letting out a soft moan after that fire in her died down, “she practiced on all those men that came through.”
“Yeah,” he said pulling himself from her and pulling her to rest on him as he drained from her onto the nice sheet, “turns out she gave him sleeping pills so there was never a real chance of getting in trouble.” Andrea grabbed a tissue from the night stand and cleaned herself up before shutting the laptop and picking it up to put it away. Finally she found herself back snuggled against him under the covers and with his glasses off. She let her eyes close.
“He’ll be back home from the trip in the morning. You sure you want to stay the night?”
He let his hand squeeze a handfull of her ass, “I want to fuck you again in the morning. You’re my pussy and nobody else’s.” She liked it, she grabbed his face and turned it for a final goodnight kiss.
“I’m glad you’re mine. Remember kids have soccer tomorrow night.”
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