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'I would take her home with me, and see how things went from there.'
'Are you inviting me home with you?' she asked, and when I told her I was, she looked me boldly in the eyes. 'Okay,' was all she said, and so it was settled.
Back at my place I offered her another drink, not that I had a great selection, I'm not much of a drinker, and she opted for white wine. We were in no hurry, as far as I knew, so there we were sitting on the sofa, chatting away getting to know each other.
'Are you going to try and seduce me?' she said suddenly, completely out of the blue, leaning towards me. I couldn't help but smile at her frankness.
'That depends on whether I might be successful, or not,' I replied. 'I'd feel an awful fool if I tried something, and you weren't up for it?' She raised one immaculate eyebrow, knowing I was flirting with her, doing a bit of verbal fencing.
'Faint heart, and all that,' she replied, 'you'll never know unless you try, will you?' I knew then that she was 'up' for it, otherwise she wouldn't have said what she just said, so I reached forward, her closeness and her all too obviously expensive perfume, a heady, sensual mix, and took the glass from her hand, placing it on the table. I pulled her closer to me.
'Okay Kate, I'm warning you now, you asked for it and I'm going to try and seduce you' She nodded and gave me a warm little smile letting me know it was okay with her, and then I kissed her. For whatever reason, she wasn't entirely responsive, but I figured she didn't want to seem like a, 'push-over,' and was making me work for it, so I worked for it. Just as I thought, she began to respond, kissing me back; she was a great kisser. My hands were working for it too, gently caressing her body, massaging her shoulders and back, and eventually down onto her bottom.
She was responding just fine now, obviously enjoying what was happening. Encouraged, I went for her titties, fashion models, generally speaking don't have huge tits. They were perfectly adequate though, and felt wonderful as I was squeezing and massaging them, finding the nipples through her clothing, and pinching them gently. By the little throaty moan of pleasure, she was liking that too, so I kept on doing it, back and forth between her arse and tits, opening her blouse and unhooking her bra so that I could play with them naked. Sucking her nipples, I glanced down to see that she had pulled her skirt around her waist, spread her legs and was rubbing herself through her panties.
I thought if it was good enough for her, then it was good enough for me, so I fished my cock out of my jeans, glad to be rid of the constraints, and rubbed him a couple of times. No particular reason, it just felt good, and Kate soon realised what was happening and took over the rubbing duties, her beautiful, elegant hand on my cock looked awfully good. She had a lovely light touch, so I left her to it, and reaching down pushed her panties off one hip and then over the other and off. She spread her legs again, and I slipped my hand up the inside of her thighs, taking my time, slowly caressing the lovely smooth skin of her inner thighs. She was totally out of control now, breathing like an octogenarian running a marathon, her hips thrusting back and forth in a fucking motion.
She squealed with delight when my fingertips brushed against her labia, and then I let my middle finger run up the crevice, dipping into her wetness, spreading her juice over her clitoris. She pushed up off the sofa, pushed against my hand looking for more and so I let two fingers slip between her lips, opening her up, stretching and entering her welcoming pussy. She shuddered with lust, moaning loudly as my fingers slipped in and out bringing her closer to fulfilment. I wanted her to feel as much pleasure as I could give, and so I knelt before her and worshipped her shaven cunt with my tongue and fingers.
Not only was she shaven, but she had a piercing through her clitoral hood, a first for me, and when I spread her legs wider still, her wonderfully prominent labia opened up again revealing her pink inner core, and dispensed another flood of her pure, clear essence. The smell was intoxicating, sensuous, and I couldn't help but glory in her taste and aroma, licking, sucking and nibbling at what she gave me. Her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her, she was perfect in every way.
She came in a rush, calling my name, begging me not to stop, and just as her orgasm was subsiding, I moved closer and slid my cock deep into her pussy hole. Her eyes flashed open, and then she smiled at me before closing her eyes again as the new sensations filled her thoughts with nothing but the sweet ecstasy of her mounting excitement. I thrust slowly in and out, her pussy spewing juices, coating me with her wetness and scent until I was buried in her sweet pussy to the hilt, my balls brushing against her perfect arse. She was a great lover; enthusiastic, responsive and as horny as could be, wanting, demanding more, which I was more than happy to provide, until at last she admitted she was sore and couldn't take much more, and so, as she began to come again, I joined her, filling her classy cunt with my juices too.
That was the first of many encounters with the lovely, gorgeous Kate over the next few months, and I look back on it, and her, with a great deal of fondness. In the end we parted on the best of terms when she was tempted back to the bright lights of the fashion world by one of the world's top model agencies who offered her what she called, 'an unbelievable deal,' to sign with them. I knew she was upset when we parted, and truthfully so was I. She'd grown on me quite a bit, and it was one of those, 'what might have been,' scenarios, but never one to burn my bridges, we kept in contact, not very regularly but in contact all the same.
Sexually, there were plenty of other partners to console myself with; my regular lovers, my weekend, 'clients,' and the random partners who came along on a regular basis, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss Kate, she was one of a kind. Little did I know then that we would meet again, and that meeting would lead me to other opportunities that I had never imagined.
* * *
I met Lauren right at my own doorstep, literally. I had been out working, (stripping) and it was about midnight as I made my way home. I live on the ground floor of a block of four flats, and as I came into the entrance hall, I became aware of someone sitting on the stairs. As I drew closer I realised it was a woman, and she was crying, sobbing her heart out. Naturally, I asked if I could help, and she just shook her head, but I couldn't take that for an answer, so I persevered, and eventually it all came out.
When I saw her, I thought she looked slightly familiar, and that's because she was, as I soon found out, the fiancé of one of the guys who lived on the top floor. She told me her name, and I told her mine, and with introductions over, I invited her into my flat for a cup of tea, that good old British remedy for everything. At first she refused, very politely it has to be said, but it was quite a chilly night, and eventually she stood up and followed me into my flat.
I transpired that they'd had a big fight, and he'd thrown her out, but she lived a fair distance away in the next town, and had no way of getting home that night, the last bus and train had both left. She didn't have enough money on her to pay for a hotel, so she had no other option but to sit on the stairs and hope he would come back home. He'd left his flat after throwing her out. Quite frankly, I thought the treatment of his fiancé was disgusting and I said so, entirely sympathising with her.
'Well, I do love him, but he can be quite vain. The fight was all about something so silly it's laughable. I think I have to seriously re-consider my position with him, now, before we get married.'
'So what were you fighting about if it's not too personal a question,' I prompted. She was silent for a while as if trying to make up her mind whether to tell me or not. She blushed, and I realised it was something personal.
'Oh dear, it's so embarrassing, you'd laugh if I told you,' and she laughed self-consciously before continuing. 'I said he was vain, but I mean he's really vain about some things,' she said.
'Well, there's nothing wrong with a little bit of vanity, but some folks carry it to extremes. What's he so vain about, is he wonderfully good looking or something,' I asked, trying to get her to talk, draw her out. She laughed again.
'Well, yes, he is good looking, but he has this little vanity. Well...' she hesitated, 'I suppose really it's a big vanity in his case, and sometimes it makes him think he's god's gift to women.' I was beginning to get an inkling of his problem.
'So come on Lauren, spill the beans,' I teased, and we both laughed. She was such a nice girl, medium height, with thick, dark auburn hair, and now that she had her coat off and seemed relaxed, I had a good look at her figure. She had a great body, and long, shapely legs too. She was a real beauty, and my cock decided he liked her too. She blushed again as she realised I was giving her the 'once over.' I could see she was swithering about whether to tell me, but eventually the large glass of white wine she'd accepted earlier on helped loosen her inhibitions and her tongue
'Oh god, where do I begin?' she started, hesitating, but I waited patiently, knowing it was all coming out now. 'It's about size,' she began again, before grinding to a halt once more. I decided to take a hand and help her out by guessing his problem.
'Are you trying to tell me he's well endowed?' I asked her. She nodded her head vigorously, blushing furiously, and with her peaches and cream complexion it really showed.
'Yes, thank you for guessing and saving me from actually saying it. He's a good lover, honestly. Not bad, but all the same, not wonderful, I've had better lovers before, although I'd never say that to him... you know, men's fragile egos and all that. He thinks it's good enough that he's big and that's all he'll ever need to satisfy any woman; all he needs to do is show it and any woman will come running. It's really getting me down.'
'You must have known this before, so what changed?' I asked gently.
'I just got fed up of this, "ego," thing, and decided to take him down a peg or two and tell him something, which didn't please him at all.' She smiled as if remembering something. 'Last week, a friend of mine had a hen night, and there was a stripper there. I didn't pay much attention at first, but when he took off his G-string, the girls went wild with excitement. He had the most enormous... you know, and it wasn't even properly erect.' I knew instantly that she was talking about me, and I tried to think if I'd seen her at my show last weekend, but there had been so many women there, it was hard to tell.
'Surely he couldn't have been that much bigger than your fiancé,' I asked. She blushed again.
'Oh yes he was,' she replied, 'and much bigger girth wise too. I told you... it was enormous.' She was silent for a minute or two. 'I told him about it, thinking to shut him up for a little while, but he went loopy, accusing me of wanting to fuck the stripper, because maybe he wasn't big enough for me anymore, and much more of that jealous sort of rubbish. He went on for ages, really bugging and infuriating me, so I told him, yes, I did want to fuck the stripper to see what a really big one felt like. It was sheer spite on my part, and that's when he threw me out.'
'What did he look like, this stripper?' I asked slyly. She thought for a moment and damn me, she blushed again. She laughed.
'I don't know. I'd had a few drinks and wasn't really paying attention, and it was only when he showed his, "thingy," that I took any notice,' she laughed, an embarrassed sort of laugh, 'well...I couldn't take my eyes off it' she confessed. 'He was young, I got that impression, and he had a good body too, but I wouldn't know him again if I fell over him.'
'Couldn't take your eyes off it? Lauren, it seems to me you have some kind of obsession with big willies,' I teased. She laughed.
'Oh dear, I've kind of given the game away, haven't I?' she giggled again. 'Yes, I suppose I do,' she confessed.
'What would you do if you met this stripper again?' I said, smiling. She smiled at me.
'Well, that's not likely to happen, is it?' she said. 'I suppose if I'm being truthful, I'd be very tempted. It would be hard to resist, just the thought of it makes me, well... excited,' she confessed. Throwing caution to the wind, I stood up and took the couple of steps to close the gap between us, unbuckling my belt as I did so. She looked somewhat alarmed until I pushed my jeans and underpants lower, and my cock swung up and out, hard as a rock. She gasped, eyes wide, jaw sagging. She nervously cleared her throat, and virtually croaked, 'Was it really you, were you the stripper? Oh my god, I don't believe it,' she spluttered. I just stood there, and let her see it in glorious close up.
'Do you want to touch it?' I suggested. She shook her head, but although she said no, her body was saying yes, and her hand tentatively reached forward, stopping, hesitating, and then as if her mind was made up, she reached forward and took me in her hand. With that decision out of the way she laughed a deep throaty laugh.
'Oh fuck, it's really enormous isn't it, even bigger than I thought, and so hard. What am I going to do with this?' she asked nobody in particular. I took it to be a rhetorical question; she knew exactly what she was going to do with it, and she started by trying to get me in her mouth, licking along the length of my shaft. Slowly rubbing me back and forth, feeling the length and hardness. 'Oh god help me, you bastard,' she laughed, 'you should have warned me, but I suppose if I'm being truthful, I want it... I really want it.' I undressed her, taking my time, which drove her quite frantic, but I wanted to savour this beautiful woman, touch and play with her body, kiss her lovely mouth. I knew she'd be all the hotter and hornier for it, and when I finally made love to her, she'd be more than ready.
I took her through to the bedroom, both of us now naked and we lay down on top of the bed where we came into each other's arms, with that first soft touch of her naked skin pressed on mine almost a sensory overload on its own. And then I was touching her in her most intimate places; her breasts, her pussy, and she was responding with rare enthusiasm. Her wetness inundated my probing fingers, her moaning and whimpering letting me know she was enjoying the sensations as I kissed her gorgeous mouth. She kissed me back with relish, pushing herself against my hand between her legs.
'Oh god, I'm so ready, make love to me please,' she whispered urgently. I let my fingers slip from her pussy, and she reached for me, taking my cock, rubbing herself against my swollen knob, gasping with lust, coating me with her slippery juices. She was desperate, her need growing by the second, as was mine, I have to admit. There was nothing more I wanted at that moment than to fuck this beautiful, horny woman, who was frantically trying to impale herself on my cock. Taking control again, I pushed her flat on her back, and got to my knees, looming over her.
She spread her legs, inviting me home, her pale pink pussy illustrating that she was a natural redhead, her labia spread and leaking wetly. I positioned myself above her and she guided me into her pussy, the pink lips stretching and giving under the gentle thrust. She moaned loudly, pushing her bottom off the bed, just as eager for my cock as I was for her pussy, and then I was in, slowly sinking into her. I pulled back a little to make sure she was well lubricated, and then inexorably, I pushed again, and was in her to my balls.
'Oh fuck,' she moaned, 'oh god, that's fantastic. 'Gently, gently please - it's so fucking big. I love it.' I was so glad she was happy, and it was good to hear how much she loved my cock, but I said nothing, just letting my cock do the business as I began to thrust in and out, reaming her depths slowly and very, very thoroughly. She was so excited that she came almost immediately, her hips thrusting back and forth, fucking me as much as I was fucking her, very vocal in her appreciation, moaning, groaning, sighing and mewling loudly.
It's wonderful to hear a woman come, especially when it's your cock that's making her come and she's heaping praise on your efforts. I slowed down a little giving her time to recover, but she looked in my eyes and smiled at me. 'Don't stop please, fuck me; use me. Make me come with your lovely big cock. Oh god, I've never been so full, fuck me please, please.' Faced with that heartfelt plea, I complied with her request and fucked her, giving her a good seeing to.
I abandoned the gently, gently, approach, and let her have it hard and rough which she seemed to be asking for. She went absolutely crazy, fucking me, scratching, kissing, biting, and then she was coming again, her moaning becoming louder and louder as her pleasure swept over her in waves, and then she became quite passive as her orgasm subsided, letting me nail her to the bed, helpless to move it seemed. She shuddered again and again, moaning quietly now, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
'That... was... incredible,' she finally gasped out, opening her eyes and looking at me. 'I've never, honestly, never felt anything like that before,' and then she laughed as only a well fucked woman can laugh, joyous and dirty. That's when I started to move again. 'Oh, oh,' she whimpered as I picked up the pace, and then she was going with it again, enthusiastically following my lead. I could feel that old familiar tickle at the root of my cock and knew I was about to fill her cunt with my come, and then I was pumping it into her, filling her with my hot spunk. She felt it, no doubt about it, and came just after me again. I lasted long enough to see her orgasm to its natural end and then I slumped on the bed beside her, both of us fucked to a standstill.
Needless to say, we spent the night, sleeping and making love, finishing off with a good old, 'Start your day with a bang,' session mid-morning. She had the bus to catch back home, and I walked with her to the bus station, which wasn't far from my place. On the way I asked her what was going to happen now with her fiancé. She smiled wistfully.
'That's over,' she declared flatly. 'He can't treat me the way he did yesterday just because of his insecurities about the size of his dick. To throw me out, leaving me sitting on the stairs in the cold, in a strange town is beyond intolerable, I've had it with him.' She looked very serious and determined as she said it, but then, she turned to me, and a beautiful smile lit up her face. 'On the other hand, if he hadn't done it, I wouldn't have met you, and experienced the most wonderful night of pleasure I've ever had, so at least I have that to thank him for. Thank you again,' and she reached up to kiss me once more.
I helped her to the bus and before getting on she turned to me once more. 'Can I maybe come and see you again sometime?' I started to reply, but she put a finger to my lips to stop me speaking, before continuing. 'I realise last night was probably a one off for you and I don't know anything about you, or your relationships. I'm sure you must have a girlfriend, or more likely a stack of girlfriends, but all I'm asking is that you don't forget all about me. It was a wonderful night for me, and I want to repeat it; do you think maybe we could do that again sometime?' I laughed, and she looked hurt for a moment, until I assured her I thought she was wonderful and of course we would be repeating it, and soon. I hadn't had enough of her just yet.
