When the evening came, I drove to the red-light district, looked over the available hookers, and made my selection. I picked one with wavy, shoulder-length hair, the color of which was a shade of blonde only found in a bottle. (I myself had no hair whatsoever on either my head, face or body, having had it all permanently removed when I was 22 because my girlfriend at the time wanted me to. And when I say "wanted me to", I mean "me doing it got her so horny that she demanded I fuck her 2 or 3 times per day, every day." Unfortunately, she was murdered at work two years later by her psychotic ex.) The hooker was, like me, in her mid-thirties. When she got in the car, before I drove off, I explained what I wanted and asked if she was good with it. She consented to do it, so we drove back to my place. I had paid her to be with me until 11 a.m. tomorrow, so we wouldn't have to rush anything.
We arrived, entered the house, went to the bedroom, made pit stops in the master bathroom, then undressed. As per the arrangement, she lay face-down on the bed and closed her eyes while I waited in the closet for three minutes.
I climbed onto the bed, silently admired her body for a moment, then whispered, "What a gorgeous woman. A true sleeping beauty." I very gently kissed and caressed my way from the nape of her neck down her back. When I reached her soft, plump butt, I murmured, "Such luscious curves."
I spent the next fifteen minutes kissing and caressing those curves, covering every square inch of her rear with my lips and my fingers. I delicately spread her legs apart so I could see her pussy. As per the prearrangement, I whispered, "Oh my. I can't resist." Then the real action began.
I began gently running my fingertips along her slit. I rotated my body so that I could kiss it. Then I had a lick. Her juices weren't really flowing, but the one drop I did get on my tongue was wonderful. I wanted more, so I began delicately running my tongue along her lower lips, back and forth. I felt her body twitch ever so slightly. I was encouraged by that. I began trying to find her clit with my fingertips.
I located it and, while continuing to lick, started brushing it, very delicately. Her body shivered slightly. I decided to slide my tongue inside, hoping for more definitive results. I started with a simple back-and-forth motion, slipping my tongue into her and then withdrawing, like it was a dick. The direct in-and-out, even with me delicately brushing her clit, didn't seem to have much effect. So, I started sliding my tongue in circles within her. Her body reacted a little more to that, and a bit of her honey started leaking. I greedily lapped it up.
I continued to work my tongue in circles, while applying just a whisker more force while brushing her clit. Not too much: I knew that part had to be very delicate. I used my free hand to grab her juicy rump and caress it while pressing her more down onto me, hoping to get my tongue just a bit deeper inside her. I licked with greater intensity, and I finally felt her juices beginning to flow more steadily.
Knowing I was now on the right track, I continued groping and caressing her with my free hand while driving my tongue as deep as I could into her pussy and swirling it with more force within her. I decreased the speed of my fingertip on her clit to a crawl and focused on using my tongue. Her body now quivered, and her intoxicating scent was becoming stronger. I was now starting to gulp down her flowing nectar instead of merely lapping it up. I moved my tongue faster and tried to slide it even deeper.
I could feel her body tense. I tongued her desperately, aching for a gush of her sweetness. Her legs were trembling. After forty-three minutes of tongue work, I was finally rewarded by a powerful climax. My face was drenched with her nectar. I gulped as much as I could down and licked it from my lips. She said the prearranged phrase, which she had agreed to not say until she had an actual orgasm: "What a wonderful way to wake a woman up."
"Would you like me to make love to you, now that you're awake?"
"Please do." She turned over, lay on her back and spread her legs. Before I stuck my dick in her, I kissed her big, soft belly everywhere and caressed her large thighs. Then, and only then, did I slide my hard cock into her pussy.
"I'm so lucky to be making love to such a gorgeous woman," I said softly. It was the first line of dialogue that hadn't been pre-arranged. So she knew I truly meant it.
She blushed. "Thank you."
I began slowly pumping her pussy with steady, gentle strokes, establishing a rhythm. Her big body jiggled a bit every time I thrust into her. I loved the way her massive breasts bounced and wobbled. I reached out and began caressing them as I fucked her. She gave me a smile. I slowed my pace so I could properly brush my fingertips over her large nipples. I felt them stiffen. I continued my gentle thrusts and began softly tweaking her nipples. I felt her body quiver.
I focused on sliding into her pussy as deep as I could and then holding my position for an instant, so she could feel me deep inside her. She noticed and every time I was all the way in, she would give my cock a squeeze with her pussy muscles. I slowed my pace more, because I wanted to last for her. She responded by sliding a hand over to caress my balls. I moaned as her fingertips traced sensual patterns on my sac.
I removed my hands from her beautiful orbs and wrapped my arms around her, groping her amazing butt as I continued to slowly slide in and out. She wrapped her legs around me, trapping my hips with her massive thighs. I continued with my languid thrusts, trying to hold back. She started squeezing me more insistently with her internal muscles. My breaths began coming in gasps and moans.
