Le Sexpert

My slut is ready.  She’s ready when we talk.  It excites her.  She often feels amazingly moist when she hears me and then the things I have her do usually result in multiple climaxes and almost always with the most erotic and serious cock sucking.  Meeting her in real life did not take a thing away from chatting on voice with one another.  She has a need and an absolute passion to please a man and a passion to have sex to combine it with.  She was resolute, though,  about meeting me.  She had worked her own complicities out, she wantd sex with another man, me, in particular.  Not only that, but she wanted to be as slutty and whore-like as I would allow her.  In fact, there is no limit what she would do for me, sexually.  Isn’t that right, my slut?  I think her ultimate fantasy may just be having me whore her out. And I am thinking about it. Seeing me collect money from her “John” then tell her to “Go with him.” would make her cum, wouldn’t it, babe? Knowing too that I watch her prformance adds a bit of spice. I would watch very closely.

 

I knocked at her hotel room door and she opened it for me, standing in the door way in a robe.  We smiled and leaned in for a kiss.  I could feel her expectations already, right away.  I brushed her lips, then looked at her closely.  “Get on your knees,” I whispered, closing the door behind me. She looked at me deeply, nodded and knelt there, removing her robe and getting completely naked. She immediately reched for my belt and began undoing it.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered as, fascinated, she unclasped the belt, then unbuttoned the pants.  She licked her lips. 

“God dam, this is hot,” I say agreeing. Then I whisper “You truly are such a good slut for me, aren’t you, baby?”  I hear an intake of breath and her hands suddenly run my pants all the way down my legs.  I step out of them and draw closer to her.  Her hand gripped my cock softly, testing the feel of it and feeling herself reacting.  She sat, quiet, holding it and feeling it pulse, looking directly at it.

“God, I love your cock,” she purred, my hand running into her hair.  “Can I suck it for you, Sir?” Her eyes got big with want and questioning.  With that, she leaned forward, thrusting herself over my cock opening her mouth and envloping it totally.  She sucked like she talked about sucking. She got right into it, right away.  Being naked helped because she could play with herself too, and she snaked her hand down between her legs often.  When I told her to play with her tits, she immediately did, grabbing them nicely, kneading and moving them around in a firm grip while tasting my hard cock, half way down her hot little slutty throat. I grabbed her hair in a pony tail and began using it as a handle, directing her.  She had always said she liked a firm man fucking her face so I went with it.  Fact is, she devoured me.  I kept bucking into her, literally fucking her face.  I then grabbed her head between my hands and held it firmly.  Slowing the pace but penetrating more, her sloppy oral sex sounds made my cock as hard as a pole and the sensations of lips around my cock intensified.

Meeting her in real life was much hotter.