"We made a lot of progress today. How was it?"
"Really good. I thought I would not feel anything. But I was conscious at every moment. The experience with flowers. My visit to my childhood home. Thank you, really, thank you very much. My favorite moment was when I could fly."
I wiped the sweat from my face with her panties.
"Wonderful, are you sure it was the right decision to break it off with Clara, in the middle of therapy?"
"I don't know, sometimes it's good not to be the 'fool' of the relationship."
"Cum, Alexa."
"Oh, yes ... I love cock! ... I love to fuck! ... Ah! .. yes..mmn" Her knees pressed together as she subtly writhed with pleasure.
"You should talk to her soon. A call is a pretty cold way to end a relationship."
"I will," she replied with reluctance, "next week."
"Very well then, we'll see each other for the next appointment."
"I always felt that Clara was a little rude and that's just not for me. Say, do you know The Draft House?"
"I've heard of it, yes."
"We could go for a few beers, this weekend there is a 2 for 1 promotion. Nothing formal, the Doctor would surely not refuse a little break after a long, hard week."
"I think it's a good idea. Cum again."
"MMMn..Ah! .. Fuck. I need cum on my tits."
They bounced as she orgrasmed. Then she resumed, as if she'd felt only a light breeze.
"On Saturday, I'm free. Cum, dirty bitch."
"AaaHah ... mgum..mnn ... Doctor ... Master ... Doctor ... I'm your doll ..."
She put one of her hands under her skirt. She was stroking her pussy for several minutes, with her tongue out and seemingly begging for my cock.
When she cums, she would say what she was thinking at that moment, for her, the orgasms were discreet. From that day to Saturday, she would be expectant to try my cock, most of her day would be devoted to long masturbatory practices, longing for a little male love. She had denied it, until today.
I cornered her against the door. Instead of dismissing her with a handshake, I put my right hand to her face, her eyelids sank, her mouth opened and she sucked my middle finger like a good cock. With my left hand, I caressed her pussy, which exuded an affectionate aroma.
That weekend I would know Alexa even better.
2x1 in The Beer House:
I arrived fifteen minutes early, as I wanted to see what the place was like. Simple, but elegant. Tables and chairs made of wood, blue and green lights hanging on the walls.
It was a craft beer place, I ordered a classic Porter. Strong flavor, with a good body.
I signaled to the girl in the red dress at the entrance. Alexa. She was wearing cream-colored heels and had put on makeup for the occasion. The bright red lipstick looked great.
She greeted me with a kiss, our lips meeting at an idyllic angle. I called over the waiter, and as Alexa asked for a pint of blonde my eyes were drawn to her huge boobs, which were highlighted by the tight top of the dress.
"You like the place? It's very quiet, on Saturdays."
She said it while tracing her lower lip with her index finger. She was amused to see me hypnotized by her tits.
"I like it, it's rustic, but quaint. I know someone who would very much like to come here."
"Who?" she asked, batting her long lashes.
"I call her, 'Pinocchio Girl.' "
Her shoulders relaxed, and her body slid down slightly on the back of the chair.
"You have some huge tits, Alexa. You are very sensitive to alcohol, for you, taking a sip of beer is like taking a whole shot of tequila. You will put away two pints as if it was water, since you love to drink. Awake."
The waiter handed the Golden to Alexa, and I could see he was as impressed as I was by her proportions.
She took the glass in two hands, and with a pull, she drank down the whole pint. Bottoms up. Frankly, I was impressed.
"One more, please."
The waiter was slow to react, he looked at her and saw the empty glass. Surely like me, he could not believe it.
Another glass, and another bottoms up. I had just started my second pint.
"Alexa, I think it's time to go."
I paid the bill for us both. She could barely stand up, so I took her by the hip and lead her to my car. In addition to natural submissive, she is a natural drunk. What a surprise.
I noticed that she was missing one of her heels. She took my arm repeatedly and babbled incoherently the whole way. She told me that she liked having her father carry her on his shoulders. And that she wanted to be president, but could not.
"Eveeeryy..chiild..uof.glup ... the naation..will havve a puppy ... they will aaall be Flophy..Flophys for aaall."
"We've arrived, Ms. President."
I was opening the car door, when she threw herself at me. The drunk girl was very horny. She slid her tongue down my neck, unbuttoned the buttons of my shirt awkwardly, kissing me from the chest to the abdomen. My erection was not unexpected, so I helped her by unbuttoning my pants.
"Ghsgg ... uggag..gf"
"Very good ... very good, Alexa."
Taking her behind the neck, I guided her, fucking her throat. Her watery mouth had me captivated.
"Pinocchio Girl."
I pulled her hair, to see her silly expression. A trickle of semen and saliva stretched between her lips and my cock.
"Who am I to you, Alexa?"
"You are my Master and my creator."
"And what are you?"
"I'm your whore to fuck. A cum dumpster with legs."
"Exactly, you're just a pussy, an ass and a mouth to fuck."
"I'm just a pussy, an ass and a mouth to fuck."
"When you leave trance, you will no longer be drunk on tequila. Everything was a scheme on your part to get a good fuck. Awake."
The corners of her mouth stretched, forming a perverted smile. She jerked me off quickly while chewing on her lower lip.
"Let me know when you're close, okay?" she said, as she swallowed my cock again.
It was pleasant to feel her loose, 'drunk' jaw at first. But the feeling of a girl fully aware that they are fucking you with their mouth is incomparable.
I turned on my cell phone and started recording, the light of the flash shining in her green eyes. She massaged my balls with tenderness, I pulled my cock from her lips and patted her face with it.
