Ch. 6
Alan directed Rachel to the big ensuite bathroom while he took a shower in the other bathroom. He'd handed her some clean towels and left out a variety of items he said might be suitable for her to wear to bed. He'd explained that he often had women stay over, a number of who had left various garments at his place. He told her to take her time, and then to join him in the bedroom when she was done.
Peeling off the wet singlet, Rachel lavished in the unexpected pleasure of using his huge walk-in shower. The glass and gray marble structure was like nothing she'd been in before. She turned on the dual shower heads and luxuriated in the feeling of the hot stinging pellets raining down on her. The big fluffy towels he gave her felt incredibly soft and warm as she dried herself. A hair dryer on the vanity helped get her lustrous black locks in shape. She opened her purse and touched up her makeup, taking extra care with her eye shadow and lipstick. She hoped she looked more grown up and glamorous than usual—she wanted to look good for Alan, especially after all the trouble he was going through for her.
Satisfied with her face and hair, she looked through the various items he'd set out for her to choose from. It was all sexy lingerie, in a variety of colors and styles. She checked the sizes, smiling as she noticed the things Alan had set out for her were mostly bigger sizes that would fit her buxom form. She finally selected a sapphire blue chemise of glistening satin, edged with delicate white lace. The slip-like garment fit her nicely, if just a little too snug. Thin white spaghetti straps went over her shoulders, the satin cups barely able to contain her girls. The bodice fit snugly around her waist, and then flowed out enticingly over her wide hips. The lace-trimmed hem ended high on her thighs, a teasing vertical slit rising high on her hip on the front of the left side. She liked the look of that slit as she surveyed herself in the mirror, the smooth skin of her upper thigh coming provocatively into view as she moved. She adjusted her girls one more time, the cool satin feeling wickedly delicious against her breasts. Almost forgetting, she reached into her purse and pulled out another hairband, tying her inky tresses back in a nice tight ponytail. If she was going to be sucking the porn star's cock all night long, she wanted to make sure nothing got in the way of her duties. With a final look in the mirror, she turned on her heel and entered the bedroom. The only light in the room was from a lamp on his bedside table, the light giving off a soft golden glow that gave the whole room a sensual warmth.
"Oh my," Alan said as he watched her approach. He was sitting up against a stack of pillows piled against the headboard in the king-size bed, the sheets pulled up to his waist. He gave an exaggerated wolf whistle as he took in her voluptuous curvy form, gorgeously displayed in the sexy chemise. "Rachel, you look fabulous. Blue is definitely your color."
"I'm glad you like it," the young girl said, doing a little pirouette. "Are you sure the woman it belongs to won't mind me wearing it?"
Alan gave a light laugh. "Oh, I don't think the woman that belongs to will be coming back anytime soon. Not with the political office her husband has these days. Let's just say she's in the news a lot—and I mean a lot. No, that slip is yours from now on, if you want it."
"Really, I can really have it?" Rachel asked, her fingers tracing along the lace-trimmed edges of the overflowing bra cups.
"Yes, it's all yours. It looks a lot better on you anyways. I love the way you fill it out. And that slit at the top of your thigh, well, let's just say it looks pretty hot."
"Thank you, Alan. I love it."
"All right then," he said, picking up the remote from his bedside table. He turned on the wall-mounted TV opposite the front of the bed. "I'm going to watch the news for a while, and then I need to get some sleep after that. I've got an appointment at nine with my personal trainer at the gym. No rest for the wicked, as they say. So like we talked about, you can suck on my cock all night if you want. If you want to lie up beside me and go to sleep, that's fine too. I'll leave that up to you. Okay?"
"Yes. I appreciate that you said I can just sleep if I want to, but I'd really like to suck on it as long as you'll let me."
"It's yours for as long as you want. Okay, there's the channel I was looking for," he said, setting the remote down on the table beside him. He drew back the covers from his naked body, drawing up his legs and letting his thighs roll open to each side. "Okay, you can get started."
He reached down and lifted his limber dick, the immense cylinder of flesh making Rachel's mouth water as she looked at. Like a bear to honey, she was drawn in instinctively, getting to her knees on the big bed and crawling up between his widely-spread thighs. She lay down on the cool sheets and made herself comfortable, planning on being there for a long time—a very long time. He'd showered in the other bathroom and his body smelled of citrusy soap and his own clean masculine scent. It filtered into her senses erotically, the pure manly fragrance making her blood rush already.
Rachel flicked her eyes up, seeing him concentrating on the TV, the newscaster's voice coming to her from the background. She didn't care about that—all she cared about was servicing his enormous cock. He let go of his dong as she wrapped her own fingers around the trunk-like shaft. She lifted the mushroom-shaped crown to her mouth, pursing her lipstick-covered lips forward and kissing the tip lovingly. She started to make love to the sensitive knob, rubbing it all over her face and licking it, watching it as it started to puff up and grow. She took her fingernails and scratched teasingly around the base of his rising prick, feeling more blood pulsing into the steely shaft, the huge cock swelling and extending right before her eyes.
Jesus Christ, how does she do that so fast?
, Alan thought to himself as he looked down, the plump young girl rolling his stiffening pecker all over her face. The girl was amazing, her lips and hands like nothing he'd experienced before. She was so much more enthusiastic and better at sucking cock than any porn star he'd ever been with. The only one who'd even come close was Mrs. Stevens, the math teacher he'd had in his senior year of high school. He turned his gaze away, trying to concentrate on the news, his usual routine before shutting off the light and calling it a night.
Feeling the immense barrel of his prick getting harder and longer, Rachel couldn't wait any longer—she had to have it in her mouth. She opened her bright red lips wide, sliding the growing head right into her hot wet mouth. "Mmm..." She couldn't help but purr in satisfaction, feeling like everything was the way it should be, this gorgeous man's huge cock filling her loving mouth. She rolled her tongue all around the pebbly glans, moaning softly in her throat as she felt it puff up even more.
"Oh fuck," Alan said, giving up on the news as he looked down at the pretty girl sucking his cock. She was incredible, her mouth and hands taking him to heights he never thought imaginable. Her mouth was incredibly hot and wet, and velvety soft, and she seemed to know instinctively what to do from one minute to the next. He slid further down in the bed, getting more comfortable as she moved with him, now bobbing her head up and down over his thrusting erection.
"Oh my God," he said as he lay back and threw his arm over his eyes, surrendering to the amazing sensations her mouth was bringing him. She was the perfect cocksucker, knowing just when to lick, and when to suck, not too hard, not too soft—she was like the baby bear in the children's story—just right. She kept bobbing up and down, sucking his cock slavishly as he lay back and let her service him. He felt her hand move around the thick root of his cock again, those sharp fingernails scratching slowly, teasingly, at the skin circling the base. That was all it took to send him over the edge.
"OH FUCK, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS," he said as he started to go off already. A thick rope of cum spewed from the tip of his cock, her head lifting up slightly as the powerful shot caught her full in the back of her mouth. The initial shot was quickly followed by more volleys of sperm-laden semen, her cheeks quickly becoming bloated under the deluge. Alan knew that was one of the reasons for his success in the porn business—no matter how many times he came, he always shot a lot. And under this girl's considerable talents, he knew he'd be filling her belly once more.
"Ehmm...ehmm..." He lifted his head slightly and looked down as she started to squeal, seeing one of her hands busy down between her legs. His head dropped back onto the pillow as he continued coming, firing wad after wad into her eagerly-sucking mouth. His hips were bucking up into her mouth as she sucked him ravenously, pulling every creamy morsel out of him. After what seemed like a full minute, a final shudder tripped down his spine, the tingling sensations from another amazing climax flowing slowly out of his muscular body.
"Oh God, Rachel. You are incredible, girl. You can suck cock like nobody else, you know that?"
"Thank you, sir," the pudgy girl said, slipping her lips off his spent prick and rubbing it lovingly all over her face.
He smiled down at her, blissfully content. "Okay," he said, reaching over and using the remote to shut off the TV. "I'll leave the light on so you can see if you want, but I really have to get some sleep now. Let's arrange these sheets so that we're both comfortable." Alan pulled a couple of the stacked pillows out from beneath his head, and then rearranged the sheets, covering most of his body but leaving the area around his midsection open. Rachel did likewise, pulling the sheets around her, but making sure she could breathe freely while positioned between his spread legs.
