Beauty 25

Jimmy was an old man. Famous actor, during his life he played many great roles.

He was a guest in a popular TV show, together with some other...

Ok, females. Subject: what should a man provide so the woman agrees to be with him. You can guess: it was a never-ending list.

- It's not like that, the most important is love... – Jimmy tried to say something, obviously tired of stupidities he was listening.

- Kva kva, kvakvakva, kvaaaa... – their story was going on.

"And I refused Boring Mike for a beer" – were Jimmy's thoughts, while he was holding his head in hands.

The subject slapped to the prostitution.

- It's terrible, I could never, no, it's humiliation, horror... – the girls were saying. They are not some cheap sluts. They would never sell their bodies for some change.

They need more (money, my guess).

Jimmy ended this:

- No! You know nothing! Prostitutes are noble women. They help men in trouble...

...

I met Suzan in a massage parlor – in an Agency. I had a break and I felt I need a Good massage.

So I went inside and I saw the most beautiful woman in the world. Enchanting, waisted brunette, tended, breast fives... Gorgeous.

- Hello, may I help you?

- Massage... – I stammered.

She started. It was like a touch of an angel.

- Do you want something... more?

Idiot. I had no more money with me.

- No... Actually yes, but... – I responded clumsily.

- Well, I am here, sooo, if you want... Ever... You may stop by.

Ever? I came back that afternoon.

- Hello, did you forget something? – says her colleague.

- Suzan... I want Suzan... – I hoarsely replied.

- She is busy now, you can choose another girl...

They were all beautiful.

- I'll wait.

...

- Here I am! – I heard her smooth voice. – Weren't you already here?

"Oh my dear lord, thank you for this prize" – I thought, still unable to believe that I'll fuck THIS. Something significantly I wanted to say, but words couldn't leave my mouth.

But she grinded.

- My hair is a little disheveled, shoes are not matching clothes, what do you like, it's coldish here... – she couldn't stop. But I wasn't listening anymore. In my mind was only this: I will hardly Fuck This Beauty.

She began to take her clothes off.

- Wait.

- I want you to suck me. Dressed.

And she was really nice dressed. Nothing vulgar, but very sexy. Black stockings, black shorts and white shirt.

Ugh...

The sucking started. Slow and easy. I enjoyed watching this beautiful creature licking my dick. "Not some cocksucker" – my mind tried to disappoint me. Some people say it's our biggest enemy.

- Mmffffff... – she continued to blow my dick.

– Come here to get fucked.

She mumbled.

- You can get undressed now.

Keeping stockings, she layed down and spread her legs. Got ready for dick.

I always wondered who fucks these pussycats. It was more clear to me now: just who really wants.

I hammered my big cock deep and began to fuck her slowly. She wasn't aware – this will take a while.

I was doing her with extreme pleasure. Threw her left – wright all over the bed. Then I took her doggystyle.

- Easy... – she cried.

"Aaaaaa, there we are! Monster, a? John screws, beauty!" – I silently thought. I stabbed her to the end, to feel it better. She frowned a little, but enjoyed in sudden good fuck. For the first time.

I came, by habit, with a loud roar. She seemed worried:

- Are you OK?

"No, YOU are" – I thought. – Yeah, I'm fine – I said.

- If you ever want to, please do come, we are here... – marketing started. What a cat. Has just been fucked, and now – never-ending story, again. She really needs to be fucked to keep silent, he he.

- I know all as if I was big, although I'm small... But he's big... – I tried to be funny.

It wasn't funny for her at all. But she kept explaining something. I wasn't listening, I had no time. Well, I just fucked Beauty, and I liked that thought.

...

I came a few more times. Wishing to "destroy" her pussy, I fucked her in various ways, forcing her to suck several times during the fuck...

Nothing. The closure was a never-ending marketing story.

It was raining. I drove, when I got a message from unknown number: "John? John Ogart?"

"No, this is Bond. James Bond."

"John, this is Susan."

I called immediately.

- Susan! What a pleasant surprise.

- I hardly found your number. Listen, I'm not working there anymore. If you want, we can meet.

- I'll be back tomorrow from Chicago. Where should I come?

- At my place.

- Agreed. Send me the address.

"I'll fuck her as soon as I get there. Why did she call me? Maybe... Aagh! It doesn't matter, stop making fool of yourself. Uh..." – I thought. For all day long.

My head was possessed by the scene of fucking Susan. Suddenly, a scary thought: "What if she wouldn't...?"

"No, she calls you to kiss your nose." Male mind is so naïve.

Finally, tomorrow. I've arranged a meeting with Susan, and soon I appeared in front of her door. When she opened the door, even though I knew what awaits me, I left breathless. She was even more beautiful, and more sexy. And I thought that it's not possible.

- Please, come in...

I grabbed her, took her panties off (she was wearing a light summer dress) and hooked her on my cock. She was not surprised.

So hooked I took her to the room. I dropped her on the bed, not taking my dick out. I did not know whether to watch her or to fuck her.

But she knew. Blinking with her eyes, clearly giving me a clue what she expected.

- I have to fuck you.

- That's why you came...

True.

I spread her legs a little bit more apart, and pushed as hard as I could. I held my dick deep inside her pussy for a while, without move. She was pleased by this charge. And then I began to slowly pull out, almost all of it, and push again. I fucked her faster and faster, and again slowly. Turning her doggystyle, I continued. A little bit fast, a little bit slow.

I knew she enjoys. How could I be so shure?

She was silent.

And then she began to breathe faster.

- Fuck me... – she said quietly.

- What?

- Fuck me.

- Like this? To hook you on my dick like a little bitch?

- Yeah... Like that... Fuck me...

- Here comes the dick.

I was savagely stuffing.

- You like to be fucked by me, ha?

- I love your cock...

She came, and shortly after, I did. I fell on the bed of pleasure.

- Are you OK? – she was worried again.

I smiled and hugged her tightly.