Constance Azura - part 2

Sexy lingerie was one of Dick's hamartia. As far as Dick was concerned, there was nothing more quintessentially feminine than lace and satin. The corset wrapped around Constance's svelte frame setting off her tiny waist against her sexy hips. Dick visualised a delectable box of sweets wrapped in red lace and ribbons.
Dick denuded. They kissed. Her body pressed against his. His hardness pressed back against her. Dick's physical desire was telling and Constance had no difficulty in reading it. She responded by lowering her mouth to meet his excitement.

Dick gasped at the feel of being inside her mouth. A thrillful shiver travelling down his spine. His sensitivity heightened at the sight of Constance on her knees between his legs. Her face buried in his lap and flowing locks cast about his body.
Constance held a steady pace. Dispensing incredible waves of pleasure with each gentle bob of her head. He held her head gently. There was no need to guide her for she knew exactly what she was doing. It was more for the simple pleasure of touching her. He gently stroked her hair, allowing the soft strands to run between his fingers.
Constance's devine fellatio skills, soon brought Dick to the precipice. He knew it was time to return the favour.
He rolled Constance onto her back. Her diminutive form nestled amongst the folds and crests of the soft Egyptian sheets. The peek-a-boo panties were removed, but the corset was retained.
Dick was hungry for cunnilingus and greedily devoured her clean, hairless pussy. The taste was sweet and the scent hypnotic. Constance's crotch quickly becoming soaked in a cocktail of their juices.
Constance's breath became frenetic and laboured. A tumult of deep pleasurable moans intermingling with the sounds of Van Morrison.
The sweets sounds of sex are the best kind of music. Dick thought to himself.
Constance's body became hyperkinetic. Her back arching, her hips bucking wildly as Dick's tongue worked furiously between the delicious interstice of Constance's thighs.
The cunnilingus was delightfully interminable. His stalwart efforts, however, did not result in a orgasmic release for Constance. A disappoint for Dick. Something he felt he was obliged to rectify in the future. But right now, he really wanted to fuck Constance.
But Constance had other ideas. They exchanged position and she straddled him. Dick struggled to remove the complicated corset. Fingers fumbling for the clasps. With Constance's assistance it was eventually removed, to reveal a pair of small pert breasts topped by the cutest erect nipples.
She eased herself onto his cock. Reaching full penetration, she brought herself back to the zenith for another full stroke. Then the sex got slightly rough. Constance began to ride Dick hard. With both palms on the bed head, she pushed back onto him hard with each stroke.

They switched to missionary. Constance drew her knees high for maximum penetration. Grasping both of Dick buttocks firmly, she pulled him into herself in earnest. It was lasting pleasure and hard work.
Dick withdrew. He hopped off the bed and stepped towards the desk. Hand outstretched for Constance to join him. She did.
She turned her back to him and bent over, stomach flat to the desktop. Her arms embracing the flat surface. Her hands clasping around the edges. Her buttocks were firm, pert and perky. A tattoo of a flowing dragon in flight hugging the contours down one side of her back.
Dick took hold of her young hips and entered Constance from behind. Constance groaned and reached around to grab Dick's butt cheek and pulled him into yearning pussy firmly. Dick responded and started to fuck Constance hard. The lamp sitting upon the desk began shaking violently with each forceful stroke. Constance's appetite was insatiable.
Dick pulled out of her again and moved to the swivel chair. Constance mounted him for a chair fuck. She straddled him in a squat, both feet on the chair on either side of Dick. He could enjoy the pleasure of being face to face with Constance. To kiss her while she fucked him in the chair.
The chair reclined with each of Constance's thrusts. It was like fucking on a trampoline. A wholly unique experience for Dick.
Soon, Dick could no longer hold back. He wanted (needed) to cum. But he wanted to be in control when he did it. He lifted Constance from the chair, whilst still deep inside her and placed her on the edge of the bed. Standing off the edge, he fucked Constance hard and fast. He finally reached a glorious climax deep inside Constance. Endorphins! Ecstasy. Heaven. It was abject gratification.
The conversation continued after the sex. Constance recited a list of her favourite musical artists. None of which Dick had ever heard of. She showed them off to Dick on her Mac. Dick liked her taste in music. It was cool and mellow. They nibbled on fruit and drank expensive champagne from glass tumblers. He marvelled at her body and how comfortable she was in her own skin. Skin that was the colour of a cafe latte and soft to the touch. Her body was young, supple and athletic. He couldn't keep his hand off her. Running his fingers up and down the length of her slender body as casually as he could as they talked.
They fucked again. Twice more before the night was out. It was hard to tell who was fucking who. It didn't matter to Dick. He was happy to have spent a few short hours with this special lady and eager to see her again soon.

Constance Azura - Part 1 (July 2013)

What kind of music do you like? She asked.
And don't say anything, the post qualfication followed quickly.
This last addendum put Dick under pressre. He lacked the mental agility to think quickly on his feet. Particularly with someone like Constance in the room, looking the way she did.
She tuned to her Mac which sat on the beside table and awaited his response.
Well... Dick replied. I'm quite into Van Morrison at the moment.
Relief as he had managed to respond in spite of the distraction of Constance's panties playing a cheeky game of peek a boo with him from beneath her proposterously short-cut dress.
Fingers paused over the keyboard.
Uh oh.  Dick thought.
Have I just given away my age?
Van Morrison, Dick repeated, as he stepped closer to peer over her shoulder.
Into the Mystic. He added. As if that was going to help.
That's it Dick. Dig yourself a little deeper into that generational gulf. He thought.
The laid back sounds of Van Morrison eventually filled the uncomfortable silence. Uncomfortable only for Dick as Constance exuded all the relaxed confidence that came with her youth.
He settled back into the armchair, lest his social awkwardness cause him any physical damage.
You're so not what I expected. Said Constance as she reclined on the fluffy white sheets atop the bed opposite Dick. Her dress riding up dangerously close to her hips. The panties resurfacing to greet him like a meek and inquisitive child.

How do you mean? Dick asked, trying as best he could from allowing his voice from crack at the game of hide and seek her briefs were playing.
Well... she said. Her eyes wondering upward contemplatively. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully to avoid offence.
Dick is really kind of a name for an old man. She replied somewhat ambiguously.
And you're... disappointed? Said Dick, seeking clarity.
Pleasantly surprised! I thought we'd have nothing in common to talk about. She replied to Dick's relief.
You don't look like a Dick. The double entendre becoming apparent the instant she uttered the words.
They both laughed. The ice-breaker further putting Dick at ease.
They chatted and laughed further. Constance, supremely relaxed in her bubbly manner. She was nothing if not open with the more private aspects of her life. More and more, Dick got the feeling he was dealing with someone tangible, who existed in the real world. And he liked it.
Dick, betraying his age again, even found himself dispensing advice on career and friendships.
You can be my life-coached. Constance joked.
Time passed quickly.
I'm really bad at getting things 'going'. I'm always waiting for the guy to make the first move. She said.
Dick, being the natural introvert, had been waiting for Constance to make the initial move towards physical intimacy. He smiled and then moved in to kiss her.
The feeling of her soft lips on his, the interplay of tongues spoke of the experience that belied her youth. Yet, there was nothing laboured about it. As if was the most natural thing in the world for these two strangers to be doing.
She broke and hopped off the edge of the bed excitedly.
Oh, I've got something to show you. She said.
And she slipped off the body-hugging t-shirt-posing-as-a-dress. Beneath she wore, unbelievable, an even tighter lace-up corset. It reminded Dick of Gone with the Wind.
Damn, I AM old. Thought Dick. But he couldn't care less at that point. He was being confronted by a graceful Gazelle-like creature. That young tight body, tapering in to a tiny waist and those cheeky panties (finally revealing themselves proudly with confidence), sent Dick into a spin. He was feeling light headed.
She crawled back onto the bed, toward him on her hands and knees. She was exuding raw, animalistic sensuality. Dick was in trouble.

It's not all about sex - Paris (April 2013)

My other life passion is travel. I decided to include Paris on my last trip and pretty much took in all the top touristy sites. One of the stand-out experiences was Notre Dame. Standing in the the Nave, surrounded by such Gothic grandeur, I could not help but put aside my agnosticism and marvel at the magnificent heights of beauty that can be achieved.  

"I stand upon my desk to remind myself that I must constantly look at things a different way" - Dead Poets Society.

Cafes in Paris are more for people watching than for coffee drinking, but come to think of it, isn't that the way it is everywhere?

Chloe Chase (June 2013)

I'm a little but of a sucker for the touring girl. Something about an out-of-towner breezing in and out of your life. I caught word that Chloe was intending to visit Melbourne and after seeing her pictures, I swiftly organised a rendezvous at the Marriot.

I must say that my first impressions of Chloe were a little disappointing. She didn't resemble her pictures. I believe the reasons for this are probably a combination of photoshop and some bad luck which recently befell her.

However, the initial disappointment was quickly dispelled by how engaging Chloe is in personality and presence. She has a way of drawing your attention and though (in my humble opinion) she currently does not resemble he photos, she is still drop-dead sexy.

Chloe, like Olivia, has a day-job, which is an incredible turn-on for me. For some reason, fucking a sexy work colleague is a fantasy I never tire of. There's just something about the girl-next-door fantasy that just gets me and Chloe most definitely gets me in that way.

We hit it off in terms of compatibility. She is engaging in conversation. We're both foodies, and both appreciate fashion.

She excused herself to freshen up and when she returned, Chloe decided it was time to get intimate with some kissing. She popped herself on my lap in the large swivel chair and commenced a prolonged make-out session which descended into heavy petting.

Superfluous clothing was dispensed with quickly as we proceeded to the bed. By the time my pants were removed, my underwear was heavily stained with pre-cum due to the warm-up activities. As I lay on my back with my legs luxuriously splayed with Chloe between them, she took my cock into her mouth with long, deep and lingering strokes. I dissolved into the mattress as Chloe took me to pleasure town. The feeling was so wonderful, I felt the need to make eye contact as she was sucking. I pulled back her long soft hair into a bun and held it atop her head as it sumptuously bobbed up on down on my cock.

Time to return the favour. We exchanged positions and I descended to Chloe's nether regions. I simply can't resist eating pussy. I'm totally obsessed with it and Chloe's was singularly delicious. Delicate, soft and pink. Like some irresistible delicacy. I get such a sense of satisfaction and achievement in bringing a woman to orgasm. The sounds of Chole's impending orgasm, as I orally pleasured her, spurred me on and made me incredibly hard as I dry humped the mattress between Chloe's stunningly long legs.

I worked long and hard to make Chloe cum and it was all worth it when I felt those trembling legs on either side of my head. I surfaced and kissed Chloe hard pressing my shaft against her vulva.

It was now time for my hard earned return trip to pleasure town. I fucked Chloe in missionary, she fucked me in cow-girl, then I fucked her in doggy. By this stage, I was ready to burst and I wanted to look into her eyes when I did it. I flipped her over and I entered her vigorously, holding on as long as I could for a more intense explosion. Inevitably, I blew at the deepest point of a final lasting thrust.

We recovered and drank sparkling water. We chatted freely. I truly enjoyed her company and the flowing conversation which came with it. The engagement was a real turn-on for me and it wasn't long before I felt the need to fuck her again. I received another sensational session of delectable oral stimulating with Chloe's smooth deep strokes moving up and down the full length of my shaft. I was ridiculously hard and I wanted to fuck. I lifted Chloe into a standing fuck in front of the full length mirror. We enjoyed the reflected view of our intertwined bodies (at least I did) before I lay her down gently at the corer of the bed.

Standing at the corner of the bed to fuck in missionary is fantastic! Something about the purchase or leverage you get to thrust into the pussy makes it superior to fucking whilst standing against the flat edge of the bed. Perhaps this made the difference for Chloe (I don't really know). The auditory feedback I was getting from Chloe as we both drew closer to orgasm was driving me crazy. I held out as long as I could, which as it turns out was just enough because we came synchronously. Oh, the simultaneous orgasm... the ultimate in sexual fantasy. Thank-you Chloe for achieving this with me.

I wasn't expecting a second orgasm from Chloe, let alone a timed synchronous cum between us. There are very few women whom I have been able to extract multiple orgasms. Fiona has a particular talent for multiple orgasms - it's one of the reasons I can't resist seeing her. Ivy is probably the only other girl whom I've been able to make cum twice (almost three times). I just love it when women cum.

Chloe Chase... one to commit to memory.

Olivia Acqui - post holiday (May 2013)

So after my big European adventure, I returned home and was looking for a little local cuisine. Having missed out on a booking with Olivia previously, I felt the need to satisfy the curiosity which had been peeked pre-holiday.

I did feel a little guilty at not re-visiting the previously thwarted Fiona-Olivia menage a trios encounter, particularly since it was Fiona who had suggested Olivia to me. I was however, not in the mood for a threesome and as funny as it sounds after only just returning from a holiday, I wanted to relax. Though extremely fun, a menage a trios is a bit of work and I wasn't in the mood for the raunch that comes with it.

I contacted Olivia, who was most apologetic at having to cancel the previous encounter, to the point of offering to pay for the hotel. I refused. The date was set for a Friday night.

I arrived early to shower and freshen up before the encounter. I sometimes rue my own eagerness and the anxiety it creates. I was in the hotel room for about an hour with nothing to do with my nervous energy but fiddle with the TV and check the time every thirty seconds.

My anxiety was of course, self inflicted. You see, I am afflicted with a couple (ok many) fetishes. One of them is that I find intelligent women intensely sexy. Another is that I have a deep-seated girl-next-door fantasy.

Unfortunately, I also find beautiful women intimidating. And to further complicate matters, I couldn't help but do some pre-date cyber stalking. My intelligence reconnaissance uncovered that Olivia was not only smart, witty, and sexy, but that she also held a regular day job. Damn, I was in trouble!

My palms were sweating by the time my mobile toned and the words on the screen read, "I'm down stairs sitting on the couch next to the lifts".

The trip down to the lobby is always nerve-racking. You want to be inconspicuous, and you always feel that the reception staff inexplicably know what you're up to somehow. To make matters worse, when I arrived downstairs, there were two ladies sitting on the couch next to the lifts. A moment of panic. Then, I recognised her. I greeted her as casually as I could and we ascended together. Must remember room number. Must remember room number.

She spoke with an accent. It may not have actually been an accent (perhaps my imagination), but to me, it sounded slightly British - another turn on.

We sat on the couch and sipped sparkling water. We talked and broke the ice. She lived up to all my expectations. Truly, she was intelligent, she was sexy and she was also a regular person (with a sexy British accent to boot). The conversation was most stimulating. I like the pre-fuck ice-breaker conversations that come with these sorts of encounters. I feel the experience is enhanced once all parties are not only comfortable, but also suitably stimulated on an intellectual level. My appetite was most definitely wet.

The other thing I truly love about these encounters is the pre-fuck make-out sessions. Making out on the couch transports me back to the back seat of my first car in my teenage years. Ah, the nostalgia.

Her day-job dress was removed to reveal expensive lacey lingerie. I think expensive lingerie is a sign of a woman who likes to take care of herself - I like women who look after themselves.

There's nothing like the feeling of first contact of mouth on cock. A little like being plunged into a cold mountain stream. Sometimes, I come very close to losing my load. I certainly almost lost it when Olivia went down on me. I had to pull her off and kiss her before allowing her to continue. I soon acclimatised to enjoy the amazing job Olivia was performing on me.

We moved the action to the bed, where the bra and g-string were removed, but the thigh-high stockings remained (I love thigh-high stockings on a pair or long and luscious legs). We somehow ended up splayed diagonally across the bed. More kissing ensured before I inevitably made my way down to feast on one of my favourite all-time meals. Olivia was clean shaven, smooth and sweet. I must have spent a solid half hour eating out Olivia. Her squirming and arching became more and more pronounced as I worked away at her with a combination of oral and digital stimulation. As the orgasm drew closer, she gripped the sides of my head, a handful of my hair in each hand, pulling me onto her grinding pussy. Olivia came with a devastating shudder, a prolonged arch of pleasure and heavy breathing. I came up with Olivia's juices all over my face and I kissed her so she could taste the glorious fruits of her own hard work.

We changed position into a cow-girl near the top of the bed allowing her to grip the top of the bed head. Olivia cuts an impressive figure from this angle; her fingers digging into the bed head, pushing her hips back onto my cock, like some sort of erotic yoga pose. I enjoyed the pleasure of the sights and sounds that were Olivia. Olivia in missionary, Olivia in doggy and then finally the pleasure of blowing my load deep inside her in missionary with her had hanging over the edge of the bed.

We took a break to chat some more and take refreshments. But not for long. Her mouth somehow found its way back onto my cock. This time, Olivia was going deep-throat on me. Forcefully, taking my cock down her throat in gallant efforts to take my full length. Her gagging sounds and watery eyes were surprisingly arousing. The gagging strokes a man's ego no end. The physical attempt (and failure) seems to say, "damn you are big", and I am not averse to having my ego stroked in this way.

Olivia brought me close to shooting a second load, but I wanted to be inside her again. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I wanted to fuck.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." she replied with a cheeky smile and complied by mounting me in reverse cow-girl.

What I have failed to notice up until this point was how nice Olivia's ass is. It's big, but well proportioned. Beyonce comes to mind and I was enjoying an unobstructed view of it along with the view of the full length of my shaft penetrating her delicious pussy. The angle of penetration in reverse cow-girl makes for a really tight-feel as the pussy envelops the cock. Olivia was really exploring the full length of my cock in this position, taking her pussy all the way to the head of my cock, pausing momentarily before bringing her pussy all the way back down again to meet the base of my cock. The sight was unbelievably arousing and when she quickened the pase, I had no choice but to show my appreciation by grasping her hips and cumming as hard as I could.

Olivia collapsed back on the bed and we both caught our breath and took a second drinks break. More engaging conversation about our common interests (food).

Round three commenced in much the same fashion as the previous round. Olivia was once again engaging me in another scintillating deep-throat session. She was again, forcefully taking my cock into her mouth and gagging as my cock pushed against the extremities at the back of her throat. Just when I though she could take no more, with her eyes watering and struggling a little to breathe, Olivia increased her pace! She was fucking me with her mouth! Simply amazing! This time, I wanted to cum in her mouth, but it seemed as though Olivia was never going to give me a choice on this one. The load was shot, the load was taken and the load was well and truly swallowed.

There is something so ultimately and totally erotic about a woman submitting to you and committing to your satisfaction in this fashion. I found it sexually exhilarating.

Alas, the night had to come to an end and Olivia bid me farewell leaving me to drift off into blissful oblivion at the Hyatt.

Grace - the morning of my flight (March 2013)

Grace is one of those "university student" girls working for Tiffany. By the way, I sent Tiffany a text a couple of weeks ago to ask who was working as I was feeling the itch for a cheap, uncomplicated rub and tug. She sent me back a text telling me that she was no longer running "the business" and not to contact her in the future. A follow-up text a week later indicated that her phones had been confiscated by the police. Anyway, back to Grace.

Tiffany recommended her to me weeks earlier. Grace is very young and very cute. A little bootylicous asian. Our first booking was a little reserved. I tried to go down on her, but she wouldn't have it.

It was the morning I was due to fly out, and I needed a little something to tide me over before the 21 hours of air-time. Texted Tiffany and made a booking with Grace. I turned up was shown to the little room with the rickety massage table. Grace was pleasant and friendly.

I dispensed with my travel clothes (I was dressed for air travel) and stood next to the table rather than lying down to let Grace know I was purely interested in sex. She turn her back to me and removed her clothes and I took the opportunity to embrace her from behind and kiss her neck to make sure she knew what I wanted.

She turned and we kissed. She's a tiny little girl (I love petite women) and ever so cute. I lifted her and placed her on the edge of the table and started to work my way downward. I had been denied access to her crotch on the previous occasion, but the clean shaven pussy was beckoning my and I had to try.

This time, however, I was pleasantly surprised by the lack of opposition. She was a little cagey, as if she wasn't sure she wanted me to do it, but encountering no resistance, I continued. She was trembling a little as I descended, knowing what was to come. I made light teasing contact with her clitoris and lips.  Her breathing quickened as if someone was pouring cold water over her. When I went in for the full-blooded lap, she gasped deeply and dropped her head behind her onto the bench. It was like she was being eaten out for the first time! The moans and quickened breath were virgin-like. I was so turned on.

I feasted for a while, savouring the taste and sounds assaulting my senses. I wanted to make this girl cum - that's another thing I love, bringing a girl to orgasm. I broke pussy contact momentarily to lubricate my middle finger with my own saliva before resuming licking her clitoris, simultaneously inserting my finger. At this point, you never really know if a girl is going to be receptive to this or not, so I try not to be abrupt when inserting my finger into a girl's pussy. I worked my way deeper and deeper, a little at a time, making sure to maintain good contact with my tongue and the clit. Soon, Grace was arching her back and grinding herself onto me. Her pussy searching for the ideal balance between clitoral and deep vaginal stimulation. She worked herself into a frenzy before reaching climax.

It was time for my turn. I enjoy the feeling of having earned the right to fuck a girl after bringing her to orgasm first. I entered Grace whilst she was still lying on the edge of the table, having only allowed her moment to recover post orgasm. She was young, and it showed in the tightness of her pussy. I savoured a few deep slow strokes inside her. As inexperienced as Grace was, it was still amazing being inside something so young, so petite, so cute and soooo tight!

I decided I would show Grace a little something. So I pulled out of her and we moved over to the only chair in the room. I sat down and pulled her into cowgirl on top of me. I entered her again for a few strokes before hooking my arms under her legs and lifting he into a standing fuck position. She gasped at being lifted into the air and gripped the back of my neck. She soon got the hang of it and was lifting herself up and down on my shaft - and there were those virginesque sounds again.

I angled us three quarters to the full-length mirror next to the door and told her to turn around. Oh, the sight of the glory reflected back at us; our bodies locked together in a standing fuck, my cock disappearing into her tight little pussy and the roundness of her bootylicous ass. She buried her face into me neck, turning a little red in embarrassment. I kissed her cheek and told her to look again, at how beautiful she looked. She turned to look in the mirror again and this time giggled. I resumed fucking her in standing position, my elbows hooked under her legs in an erotic tangle. She kept, looking, observing like a student. The reflection in the mirror sent me to the edge and I had to put Grace down. I wanted to  thrust deeply into her and cum hard.

I placed Grace gently back onto the massage table and began to pick up the pace. Grace seemed to know the end was near and whispered to me. It's your turn.

I pushed in deep and hard and released a gushing wave of satisfaction.

Thank-you Grace for my holiday send off.

Unfortunately, I doubt I will ever get to see Grace again. With Tiffany's shutdown and the heavy turnover of girls in the rub and tug industry being what it is. I will always have the memories of the fuck with Grace. I guess knowing that you will never again get to fuck that girl again makes the experience of that fuck all the more sweeter.

Pre holiday bang with Fiona and Nada (March 2013)

The night was originally envisaged to be Fiona, Olivia and myself. Fiona throws out the line in my direction from time to time, and this time a couldn't help but take a nibble when she suggested Olivia. I love Fiona. She really is the ultimate courtesan. All class.

Fiona seems to do her homework when it comes to doubles partners, often to the extent of booking potential participants herself. This was certainly the case with my fist menage a trios - Fiona and Miss Chloe (oh how I miss her).

I hold Fiona's recommendations in high regard. So when she came up with Olivia, whom she described as a Eurasian Halle Berry, my imagination (and loins) were set alight. I did a little online stalking and was suitable intrigued. A booking was henceforth organised two weeks out... just a week before my big European adventure

I generally prefer to make bookings only a few days ahead. I'm one of those guys where anxiety  increases with the anticipation, so two weeks of anticipation was an absolute killer.

Unfortunately, the morning of the booking Olivia had to pull out. She was coming down with a cold. I was somewhat shattered. But not for long as Fiona was quick to suggest Nada.

So it was to be a night of dejavu. Fiona, Nada, myself and a room at the Grand Hyatt. A complementary, yet contrasting pair. Fiona, the intimate lover and Nada the spicy firecracker.

I love eating pussy. There's nothing as delectable as a nice, clean shaven pussy. I also love kissing and the intimacy it builds between partners. However, I feel a little of the intimacy is lost when kissing, even with passionate kissing, in a threesome. Someone also seems to be missing out. But when I'm occupied eating one of the pussies, that leave the girls free to explore it other - and that's always a turn on.

Fiona and Nada are very familiar with each other and it shows in the nature of their kissing and touching. At one stage I found myself watching a full blown lesbian sixty-nine. Fuck - that was erotic. I get hard every-time that image pops into my head.

I alternated fucking Fiona and Nada a few times in various postions. I honestly can't remember every position explored. I do, however, remember Nada straddling me in cowgirl and Fiona straddling my face, grinding onto my mouth mercilessly until she came whilst Nada moaning with each stroke on my cock.

I blew my first load of the night in missionary on top and deep inside Fiona, my face buried in her hair on the pillow. The three of use then settled down to some stimulating conversation. I love the way Nada tells interesting stories of her travels. She has a witty sense of humor. The way she chats, all the while, casually running her fingers up and down my leg occasionally brushing my recovering cock. Nada always seems to know when to kick off the action again. It's like a sixth sense.

It was a hot night. Amazing how three hours can pass so quickly.