Creamed Milk Maid
Kelsey Diaz had always had boys after her, even in elementary school. There was just something about her that seemed to draw them in. She didn't really understand it when she'd been a kid, but it had become at least somewhat more obvious when she'd hit high school. Kelsey was a pretty mix of latino and Native American, roughly one-quarter Native American so far as she knew. But what it meant for her physically was that she was what boys called a "total hottie". She secretly suspected that sometimes they just wanted to get with her to get close to her infamous porn-star mom though. It bugged her sometimes, but when it came to her mom's chosen career, they shared a strict don't-ask, don't-tell policy. She wouldn't bring "co-workers" home, and wouldn't take Kelsey to her shoots, and in turn Kelsey wouldn't disrespect her for being little more than a filmed prostitute. But now that she was in college, Kelsey had a choice to make; she could follow in her mom's footsteps....she had inherited her mother's perfect C-cups, flawless tight ass, washboard abs, and her father's golden skin and stick-straight black hair.....or she could live a somewhat normal life. So what did Kelsey do instead? Well the answer was obvious: Since she wasn't a fan of her mother's career choice, but she still needed the money and didn't mind showing off, she'd model. It was at a shoot that she met her first college boyfriend, James.
James was a stud. Or at least, that's what he was told. He didn't really care much about that sort of thing though. Sure, he came from good blood....mostly European, and predominantly Irish (with the temper to match!), but what he really cared about was his job. He was a photographer, and specifically worked in the modeling field. This was how he'd met Kelsey Diaz, his current girlfriend....and she was a knockout. He never really felt like he deserved her, even though people always told him they were perfect together. Never mind the fact that he probably could've been a male model himself if he'd wanted to be, and never mind the fact that his parents were independently wealthy and paid for pretty much anything he wanted or needed. None of that mattered to him, even though it seemed to amuse Kelsey no end. She always liked to tell him, "James baby, you could have the world but you don't want any of it. All you want is your camera and a pretty face to point it at." She loved teasing him, and James didn't mind; after all, he always "paid her back" in bed. They were mind-blowing in bed.
The first time they'd had sex, she'd been doing a lingerie photo shoot for Victoria's Secret's newest thing (whatever it was called), and they'd been dating for two months prior to that. The sexual tension between them had been almost as thick as the air itself, and when she called him into her dressing room – without bothering to point out that she was waiting for him totally naked – what choice had he really had? She'd wasted no time in getting his pants down, and obviously at that point he hadn't complained. Her warm, small mouth had felt incredible moving on his shaft. He came in a matter of minutes of her sucking, and had cummed so hard that he'd nearly blacked out. But it was only the beginning.
After she'd sucked him off, James had been more or less agreeable – that is to say, he hadn't resisted or complained – when she'd gotten down on her hands and knees and offered her ass to him. What she hadn't expected though was when he'd ignored her ass and buried his big cock deep into her tight slit. There was no feeling in the world that hurt more, or that felt better, than a big dick in her tight, small pussy. The fact that she was soaking wet this time made it all the better, even though she could barely fit him inside her. He was sooo big. She'd never measured him – this was the first time they'd had sex – but feeling himself inside of her she had to guess that he was at least 7 inches long and easily half that thick. She'd never taken a cock this big, and knew she never wanted another cock besides his inside her again. He started thrusting, and her eyes went cross and she let out a primal grunt of mixed protest and delight. Holy God this feels so fucking good....She thought to herself.
Kelsey's hands dug into the carpet and she whimpered "God baby fuck me....please fuck me!" As she ground on his dick desperately. She couldn't control herself, and when he grabbed her breasts and started squeezing and tugging them like handles as they swung beneath her body, it drove her wild. She yowled with pleasure, glad that her dressing room was in a fairly private part of the building. "OH God yes!!!" Tears of pleasure came to her eyes and she grunted in surprise as she came – REALLY HARD – and felt herself squirt around his dick as her body protested the wonderful violation. This only prompted James to groan pleasurably in response and start fucking her even harder, practically jackhammering that shaft in and out of her protesting pussy. GOD, she could practically feel the muscles and bones making that wonderful tool of his so rock-hard inside her. She licked her lips, gasping as another miniature-orgasm shook her body, eliciting another whimper from her lips.
