hole I discovered last night, the hole he opened so forcefully and thoroughly against my will-bless him-and I have my Bobby, the man who made all this possible, not only gave me a sense of pride in my body, but a confidence I have never had before, a feeling that I can do anything and everything, succeed at whatever I choose.
She smiled with pleasant nostalgia as she remembered her shy bravado before taking the irreversible step into prostitution with Elliot Beaumont, telling Bobby, 'I'll turn him every way but loose,' and, 'he'll be begging for more,' when she knew in her young heart that she was scared silly and her knees were shaking and barely able to support her. Her smile crinkled at the corners of her eyes and tugged sensuously at her full lips as a cute smugness, a happiness with life and pride in her ability to please, settled itself prettily on her sharp flawless features.
She suddenly wanted to be among people, to show the world she was alive and blissfully happy, to bounce wonderfully carefree on Bobby's elegant arm; maybe being seated at a fancy restaurant, dining regally under candlelight, fitting into the impeccable mold of the higher class, somewhere people could see her with THE man in her life, the man who gave her a life of meaning and purpose.
Tommy ducked his head in the door and pointed to his watch. He made a disappointed face before touching his fingers to his lips and blowing her a kiss filled with many unspoken promises.
She smiled with a Mona-Lisa-like contentment, mysterious and offering, then winked her perpetual impishness at him before waving an equally disappointed set of fingertips in his direction.
He returned her smile for a moment, feasting on her lovely sprawled nakedness, etching her soft willing form deep in his mind before shrugging helplessly in frustrated desire and tiptoeing down the hall. Moments later she heard the door close quietly behind him.
Yes, I am a very lucky girl, she thought, snuggling close against Bobby's warm body and letting her teasing fingers trail lazy circles over the smooth tanned skin at his side for slow seconds, finally reaching his slender hip and frolicking there for a timeless moment as she deliberated whether to wake him from his sound sleep or to remain cuddled warmly next to him.
She brought her lips forward and lightly kissed his smooth brow, loving the wonderful successful man next to her. The fires of her sex told her she would be good to him, do anything he wanted her to do, anywhere at any time. She was thoroughly his, she told herself, snuggling closer. I will be more than his mistress for his immediate desires. My everything is his to do with as he wishes.
She brushed an errant strand of hair back from his forehead with a delicate finger, marveling at the emotions he evoked in her, especially the blossoming love she bad kept pent-up in her bosom for years as she looked for the person worthy of her total devotion, telling herself she was completely in love with Bobby Fender, wanting to serve him, to cater to his every whim.
Her breasts tingled with hedonistic expectation as he stirred, burrowing his head further into her soft bosom. She suddenly felt his breathing on her sensitive aureoles, warming them with tantalizing regularity as he breathed, puckering them erect with trembling anticipation. He sighed sleepily and moved into the welcome of her breasts, like a puppy moving in sleep toward the warmest puppy in the litter, searching out something soft and cuddly to curl up next to.
Her breathing increased rapidly, despite her mind's telling her to remain calm next to him, to let him rest after his hectic pace of the night before. But it was a futile effort as he pressed his face full onto her stormy breasts. Her fully awake and yearning cunt throbbed out a primitive message to her brain, clamoring incessantly at the closeness of a naked man, demanding to be fed, to be stoked and reamed into submission with animal frenzy. Her steaming cunt knew nothing of civilized society and wanted to know even less. It was in need and it wanted a hard cock to stretch it and pound away in it. Nothing else would do. It would settle for nothing less than a rampant dick plumbing the depths of her passion.
She was breathing heavily through her open mouth, following the summons from her fiery cunt, as she let her gentle fingers travel to the silken short hairs surrounding the wide base of his shaft; then finally to the delightful hanging member itself, hefting the smooth length in her small palm with almost ceremonial rite, attaching godlike and blessed powers to his growing manhood, weighing it and fondling it with absolute respect and awe in response to the echoing drums of ancient necessity far deep in the lust-filled cortex of her fevered brain.
So smooth, so long, so very mine, she thought wonderingly, passionately, beginning to milk the one-eyed beast in her fingers, willing it to life with the silent pleading of ages past, praying with all her heart that his root would stir, would wake and ravage her simmering cauldron of fiery desires, awake and drill the flaming rebellious sheath of her existence.
Bobby came awake slowly, adjusting his fuzzy mind to the pleasurable warmth of her body next to his and the slow sensual stroking of his prick. He breathed in the heady scent of jasmine as he moved further into the soft, yielding flesh of her bosom.
'Ummmm… Good morning,' he murmured, bringing a hand to a weighty breast and directing the hard little nipple into his mouth.
'Good morning, Mr. Fender,' she said brightly, glad he was awake and feeling life surge into his powerful rod. 'I trust you slept well.'
'Never better.' He moved his hand to her thigh then back up to her hip and over her smooth, taut belly. 'Yes. You're still nice and slippery from last night,' he noted happily, letting his fingers dally in the furry pelt at the apex of her womanhood, feeling her pouting softness warm to his gentle touch.
His hard cock burned her hand and her cunt buzzed excitedly beneath his teasing fingers, arousing her desire to fever pitch as he suckled at her breast with tender loving lips, delighting her with myriad sensations that raced and tingled along the open and eager passages of her aroused body.
'Dear Mr. Fender, what are you going to do with this big thing?' she asked cutely, trying to keep her voice steady as she squeezed his big hard prick back and forth.
'I'll show you what I'm going to do with it!' he growled playfully, rolling her onto her back and lying between her wide welcoming thighs.
'Show me! Show me!' she giggled, bringing her heels up to her ass and opening herself fully for him. 'I love to be shown things in the morning!'
'God,' he marveled slowly, holding himself on his elbows over her and looking down at her softly contoured breasts so proud and inviting. 'You're fantastic, baby,' he told her, plucking a ripe nipple into his mouth and laving the erect nub with his tongue for a brief moment, then doing the other in the same fashion; mouthing it softly between his lips as he whipped it to a growing hotness. 'Goddamn! I enjoy you more each time I have you!'
'Put that big thing in me, Bobby,' she breathed, placing her hands at his sides and urging him forward. 'I want to feel your hard cock in me! Fill me with your manhood, Bobby,' she pleaded. 'Let me show you how good I can be to you. Please.'
'I'm going to get into that tight little cunt of yours,' he promised her. 'But not until I have kissed you good morning!'
She darted her tongue urgently across her lips and prepared to meet his mouth with a eager passion. 'Yes. Kiss me, Bobby. Treat me nice as you love me with your long prick.'
He smiled at her, not moving, looking into her expectant eyes for long seconds, feeling her squirming her smooth ass under him in search of his cock, wanting it in her now!
But instead of meeting her mouth in lustful union he suddenly pulled up her knees and held them firmly against her breasts, opening her delicious crack to his greedy hungry eyes, seeing where her wide pussy lips started in the light brown curls at the top of her tantalizing triangle.
'Oh!' she gushed in surprise. 'Bobby!'
'Shhhh,' he soothed, studying her glistening pink labia with solemn authority, seeing both her exciting holes in the soft expanse of trembling white flesh, eager open holes and his for the taking.
She gasped incredulously, her suddenly exposed clitoris throbbing wildly in the soft folds of her cunt as he pushed her knees further apart against her still tingling tits, forcing her to open herself completely and fully, made her show every wrinkle, every loving inch of her gaping holes.
'Please fuck me, Bobby,' she whined desperately, beginning to roll her bottom in passionate frenzy, frantically mindless of all concerns but the long hard cock she saw standing rigidly erect only inches from her wildly clamoring cunt.
Then suddenly he was full on her open cunt in a frightful, unexpected rush, pressing his face hard against
