It had been three weeks since Kyra moved in with Dorian, and things seemed to be working out. She needed a place to stay, and since she's the hottest woman he'd ever seen, he didn't mind letting her stay with him.
Dorian works from home, so he spent a lot of time with Kyra, who hadn't found a job yet. As a way of paying rent and contributing, Kyra came up with the idea of modeling for Dorian whenever he liked. When she really wants to inspire him, she'd pick a spot somewhere in his studio and vigorously finger herself to a screaming orgasm.
He could never figure out why Kyra's ex dumped her, as he loved having her around. The more she got to know Dorian, the hornier her salacious became. Sometimes, he'd come home and find her in his bed fucking herself, calling out his name. When she'd finished, she'd walk up to him, grab his fat, throbbing cock, and give him a few intense strokes before walking away.
One morning, Dorian woke up and found Kyra sleeping next to him. His briefs were still on, but Kyra was stark naked, and her pussy was slightly swollen and red, indicating that she'd fucked herself in the night. It wasn't long after that that Dorian awoke to find himself naked as well.
That morning, Kyra was practically lying on top of him. He could feel her fuzzy pussy lips resting against his bare thigh. As he began to stir, so did she. Her eyes popped opened when she felt his eyes burning a hole through her head.
"Why am I naked?"
"Morning," she evasively responded.
"Morning. Why am I naked?"
Kyra smiled, again trying to avoid the question while sliding her fuzzy, pink lips against his thigh. She softly giggled and kissed his shoulder and slid her hand down his chiseled abs to his thick, black bush. Before he could ask again, she wrapped her fingers around his morning erection and gave his cock a squeeze. The pressure felt terrific, and he let out a soft gasp as she began stroking his hardening shaft.
"What are you doing?" Dorian asked in a shaky voice.
"I'm just taking things..." Kyra hotly kissed her way across his chest and up his neck, stopping to nibble on his ear before whispering, "...into my own hands."
Dorian growled as Kyra quickened her pace, contrasting the sweet way she nibbled his ear and the hard way she stroked his cock. As he turned his head to kiss her, Kyra pulled away, released his cock, and climbed out of bed, smiling as she strolled out of his room, her pussy glistening in the morning sunlight.
All-day, Dorian's cock was hard, and Kyra knew it. She deliberately walked around in tiny lingerie outfits, playing with herself, occasionally stroking Dorian's insatiable, neglected phallus. He tried desperately to satiate his wanton lust, but Kyra was too devious, too cruel. She cock-teased Dorian nonstop, like a curse, preventing him from cumming until later that night.
Alone in his bed, he furiously masturbated until he had an explosive orgasm. His orgasm rendered him unconscious and left him vulnerable to Kyra's predatory intentions.
When morning came, Kyra was lying next to him again. Again, they were both naked, but this time, her hair was a mess. The sheets were all wrinkled, the pillows look like they'd been used in a fight, and the entire room reeked of pussy and sweat.
Before he could investigate, his phone buzzed, reminding him that he had a meeting in about an hour. Reluctantly, he left the sleeping beauty alone and started getting ready. Just before getting into a hot shower, Kyra stumbled into the bathroom. She nonchalantly walked over to the sink and started brushing her teeth with Dorian's toothbrush. Confused and horny, Dorian reminded himself of the time and got in the shower.
He didn't think anything of Kyra being in the bathroom as he washed the night's filth and other stuff off under the steamy water. As he turned to let the water spray down his back, Kyra came into the shower with a big smile. Before he could say anything, she put her finger over his lips and dropped to her knees.
She held her hands out, asking for soap, and when her hands were filled, she began lathering his semi-hard cock. She worked the soap into every millimeter of his dick until he was throbbing and dripping pre-cum. When his cock was covered in a thick layer of soapy foam, she moved to his balls, taking each one in her hands, massaging them separately, attending to their individual needs and wants.
Dorian shuddered and moaned as his knees wobbled and his toes curled, the succulent pressure and wet lather of Kyra's cleansing massage getting the better of him. He ran his hands through his hair, leaning his head back to let the water cascade down his chiseled body to wash off the soapy goodness. Kyra, eager to finish what she'd started, scrubbed and cleaned every bit of soap off Dorian's cock and balls until his hard flesh throbbed reinvigorated.
His cock clean, Kyra wasted no time in giving him what he deserved. She laid his thick shaft against her face, measuring his meaty manhood as she ran the length of his girth with her fingertips. His aromatic dick stretched from her chin past her forehead. She moaned as she wrapped her fingers around it and kissed his sticky tip. It filled her hands like a python, pulling her fingertips apart with every heavy throb.
Her hands squeezed the massive phallus as tight as possible, making Dorian groan as another helping of pre-cum dripped onto her face. As his cock throbbed for attention, she wrapped her soft lips around his dripping head. A gush of pre-cum spilled onto her tongue, coating her taste buds in its savory goodness. The salty flavor filled her mouth like her favorite mole sauce.
He put one hand on the back of her head, suggestively demanding that she take more of his length into her hot, wet mouth. She obliged without hesitation, pulling both hands away and using only her mouth and throat. Within seconds, she'd deepthroated him, her nose pressed against his thick bush, and her chin rested against his wet balls.
She reached around and grabbed his muscular, tight ass, using his cheeks to steady him as she worked her throat magic. She hummed sweet vibrations through his cock and balls, making his knees wobble. She swallowed hard and gargled with his dick trapped in her tight throat. Her neck bulged as his girth bulged, forcing her to adjust her angle and stretch her neck to accommodate his straining size.
