Palmer Ch. 10

There! He'd told her! It felt like a great weight had been plucked from his shoulders.

Her full lips on his were like a seal of approval. "Good answer, Jack." Her mouth was now sliding down his stomach. "So what do you say we get this case closed and see where we go?"

"Ugh…"

Roxanne wasn't sure whether the grunted response was as a result of her words, or the lips she had wrapped around his cock. Whichever, when her hand dropped to cup and manipulate his balls, she felt his scrotum tighten and his cock begin to pump.

Her mouth slurped in everything he had to offer.

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"Keep watching, pretty lady," Brad murmured, his hands sliding along Kelli's sides. They were heading in one direction only. "Don't you just wish you were over there with them?"

He cupped her breasts through the thin, red material, pushing his groin into her ass. He was already hard. Her nipples reacted to his kneading hands. Her buttocks pressed back into his groin.

His moving hands slid to the top of the dress, pushing the spaghetti straps from her shoulders. As it dropped to her hips, his hands returned to her pendulous swells. The deliciously cool fingers mashed them together before going for her nipples.

"I've been wanting these beauties ever since you took off your bra on the catwalk," he murmured.

When he bent to trail kisses along her naked shoulders, she slid a hand behind her, grasping his cloth-covered erection. He gasped and pulled her around to face him, his sucking mouth attacking hers.

A shimmy saw her dress hit the floor. Only the skimpy thong covered her nakedness.

"Undress me," he told her. His meaning was clear when he pushed her to her knees. His hands worked on his shirt as hers worked on his trousers. He slid one off and kicked the other away.

Kelli loved a man taking control. The fact that he was a virtual stranger only added to her arousal. Grasping the waistband of his boxers, she yanked them down. His cock was thinner than she expected, but longer than she dared to hope. Her mouth moulded around it perfectly.

His fingers dug into her hair, keeping her on track. "You sure know how to use those lips, ma'am," he groaned, polite even in this most intimate of moments.

Suddenly, his hands were helping her to her feet. He twisted her body back to face the beds; his hand found the back of her neck and forced her over the low arm of the green, leather chair. Brooke and Erin's moans dragged her attention to them.

The two panting women were tribbing, their contorted faces in perfect sync with their flailing hips. One arm on the bed held them up, the free hand pulling on the other's undulating ass, jamming their pussies tighter against one another. Kelli was mesmerized by the way Brooke's scorpion piercing diddled along Erin's sex; God that must feel good…

Gabrielle was lying back on her shoulders, her long legs wrapped around Max. The black model was sitting up on his knees facing Kelli, his grunting face fixed on the blonde as he drilled down into the near perfect body underneath him. The French woman was talking to him in her native language, urging him on as her hands squeezed her tits.

Kelli's eyes bounced between beds. Then Brad was pushing her head lower so that she could see nothing other than the seat cushion beneath her. He kicked at her high-heeled feet, pushing them further apart. She was going to be fucked by the young hunk.

She grunted like the sex-charged bombsell she was. He was in control. Well, that's what he thought. He wasn't. She was. Despite her subservient position, he was servicing her. She could have any man she wanted. She was a supermodel. This is what supermodel's did!

The thought sent another tremble of arousal through her body.

His fingers violently ripped the thong from her. His other hand gripped her hair. All of a sudden, the polite demeanour disappeared. Lost in the moment, she pushed her ass backwards, seeking out his cock.

His knees eased between her legs, spreading her even wider. Without warning, his thin manhood pushed into her wet opening. A long, slim, knife sliding into her buttery interior. Her tits defied gravity as they jutted erotically in front of her. In two passes, she felt his ball caress her engorged mound.

Kelli could hear the sounds from the two beds, but couldn't see a thing. In an eerie way, it enhanced her arousal. Then Brad began to move.

Slowly at first, considerate and deliberate, allowing her body to get used to the length of his cock. Like the formula one star he was, he quickly accelerated, racing up through the gears.

Kelli began to gasp. Helpless and used, that submissiveness was the biggest turn on of her tender years. Life couldn't get better. She was giving nothing, receiving everything.

When he bent his knees, the blonde hunk pushed a finger into her ass. Oh, my, God! He slid it long and deep, working it in slow circles inside her ass. Was it good… painful… arousing? She didn't know. But when he thrust a second finger to join the first, she detonated.

Her orgasm made no difference to the young American. The hand on her neck forced her body even further forward, the fingers in her ass probed further, his pencil slim cock continued to pound her. She was cumming again. A gasping cry caught in her panting throat. But when he took her to a third climax, her scream was like a coyote in the wild.

He withdrew without reaching his own release and Kelli began to turn, eager to give him satisfaction. The hand on her neck was firm – rough – holding her in place. When his cock rubbed against her asshole, she knew immediately what he had in mind. His fingers had added to her pleasure, but he'd just been preparing her.

So this was the 'speciality' Gabrielle had referred to earlier!

Her body bucked, trying to escape. She'd never been fucked in the ass and didn't intend to start now. Her panting voice was a pleading whine. "No! No! Brad! No, please."

His long, thin penis was the perfect shape for his intention. Ignoring the protest, he slid inside much more easily than she anticipated. Suddenly, it didn't feel so bad. It felt different. Tighter. It actually felt good.

He adjusted both their positions to gain the purchase he wanted and when his hand left her neck to grip her hip, she turned her head to stare back at him. Suddenly, she badly needed to be taken like this.

"Yes," she hissed, her face contorting, her eyes half closing with each thrust. "Yesssss."

Brad growled. It came from the back of his throat. Staring back at him, she looked so willing, so wanton, yet so pure. He couldn't hold back. With one final pump of his slim rod in her sweet ass, one final smack of his swollen balls on her greasy vulva, he roared out his climax.

As he dumped his formula one juice inside her, she found herself wondering what it would feel like with Max's thick cock in her ass.