Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I remember a brothel in Sydney called La Petite Aroma. If the name was supposed to sound enticing it certainly didn’t work for me — they’d might as well have called it The Smelly Cunt as far as I was concerned. But the name was not important. No, what was important to me was the fact my wife occasionally went with the baby to see her parents in Melbourne, leaving me home alone for the weekend. And on those occasions the lure of La Petite Aroma on the Saturday night was irresistible. And that’s how I met Tegan.

I’d already had a couple of warm-up beers at The Orchard pub when I arrived at La Petite Aroma via the back gate, chuckling to myself and in the mood for mischief. I asked the little Asian madam in charge of the place how much she charged for an hour, and was there anything she didn’t do? She gave me a filthy look, a look that quickly changed to all smiles when I took out my cash-stuffed wallet. She said she wasn’t one of the working girls (no, really?), but there were seven hot girls to choose from. She counted the three hundred dollars I gave her, and that look of greed in her eyes, man I’m not kidding, she literally salivated as she fingered those notes.

Still, the greedy little bastard was good to her word, as the chicks she got to parade in front of me were indeed hot — and they weren’t all Asian, so there was a good range. I chose an older-looking but attractive white brunette called Tegan. I’d learned from experience that older ones who were still in the game were much better value than the hot young skinny chicks who looked at you like you were some kind of sleaze bag — the fucking nerve. Anyway, there was a MILF-like quality about Tegan — long straight dark brown hair, lovely shapely body, smallish tits, and a delicious little bum. I could imagine her driving the kids to soccer on Saturday mornings. When we exchanged small talk on the way to the room I could hear an English accent, which was cool.

I had a quick shower and lay down on the bed, propped up with a pillow, sipping on the beer she’d offered. Tegan moved down the bed as she kissed my body, then down to gently suck on my cum-swollen balls.

She looked up at me. “You all right with your baby’s bottle there darling?”

“Huh?” I looked at the beer and realised I hadn’t let go of it since she handed it to me when I got out of the shower. I smiled and placed it on the bedside table and moved down so we faced each other. I stared at her. “So how old are you anyway? I don’t mind, I’m just curious.”

“Thirty-eight.”

I liked her honesty. “That makes us almost the same age,” I said. I looked into her hazel eyes. “You’re a bit gorgeous, Tegan.”

“Thanks my love, so are you.”

“Well, I guess you have to say that.”

“I mean it,” she said, and stroked my chest. “Nice eyes, short dark hair, slim body. Much better than fat and bald.”

“Thanks,” I said, smiling at the way she said bawld.

I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She smiled in reply, but I also got a feeling of don’t-think-I’m-your-girlfriend and I didn’t risk another. But that didn’t stop her from easing her hand down to stroke my stiffening cock and fondle my balls. “What would you like to do?”

“There’s many things I’d like to do Tegan, but I haven’t come for ages. fatih escort I don’t think it will take much to make me explode.”

“Oh, you one of those big squirters? Spunk all over the place?”

“Yes, a one-man bukkake machine. You know what bukk–“

“Yes, I’ve seen porn.”

“Well, you know what Tegan, this may sound unusual, but I’d like to give you a massage.”

She smiled. “You want to do something for me? What a sweetheart.”

“I think it would be fun.”

“I do too. There’s some baby oil over there on the table. Come on.”

Tegan turned over to lie on her front and I groaned out loud at the sight of her deliciously curved back and cute bum. I sat on the side of the bed and squirted some oil into my hands and rubbed them together to warm it, before spreading it over her back. The sight and feel of my large hands on her shoulders, their manliness in contrast with her smooth English skin, was wonderful. I traced her spine with oily fingers, then rubbed back up to her shoulders, pushing my fingertips into her gently, kneading the little knots of tension.

“That’s wonderful darling. You really know what you’re doing.”

“I did a massage course.”

“I can tell.”

She continued to coo with pleasure as I stroked and rubbed and moved my hands down to her beautifully soft buttocks. She groaned again, but this time with disappointment, when I moved to the backs of her legs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come back to your bum,” I said, while I rubbed the backs of her knees. Then I used the thumb of each hand to press into her calf muscles with my fingers circled around to her shins, and pushed the thumbs down to her heels. I bent one leg at the knee and spread more oil over the sole of her foot and used a strong hand to stroke from the heel down to the toes, pulling at each one with slick fingers. Then I pushed a lubricated index finger slowly in and out of the gap between each toe, gently fucking it.

When I placed Tegan’s leg back down flat on the bed I could see the side of her face — a picture of pure bliss. The tip of her delicate pink tongue protruded from her open mouth and a thin film of saliva pooled on the bed cover.

“Yes, you’re gorgeous,” I said, and returned my hands to her back, stroking up to her shoulders again. I moved my hands around to the tops of her arms and gave her skinny biceps a gentle squeeze.

“You still awake?”

“Just about, my lovely. I’ve never felt anything that good.”

I squirted more oil onto my hands. Again, I stroked her shoulders and neck and then ran my fingers down along her spine. Tegan eased herself upwards slightly as I pressed my thumbs into her lower back and gripped her small waist, before moving my hands down, finally, to fondle her pert bottom cheeks again.

“Oh, so good,” she moaned and slumped down on the bed again.

“You like me massaging your bum the best?”

“Definitely”.

“Me too.”

I kneaded slowly, pressing my fingers deep into the cute cheeks, relieving the tension there, stroking and parting the white globes. I could see the pink ring of her anus, that little knot surrounded by darker skin. My cock stiffened painfully as I stared at the small orifice, even leaking a little. I çapa escort wanted to play with that tiny opening into her body. I reached for the oil bottle.

“Ooh!” Tegan gasped when my oiled finger made contact with her anus.

“Is that okay?”

“I don’t do that.”

“Oh Tegan. That’s a shame.”

Fuck, it really was, because all the indications up to now were she’d be into it. “It’s a real fantasy of mine,” I said. “You know, to touch a girl there. Like this. Maybe push a finger a little inside. Please?”

I was actually begging now, which was not like me at all, but I wanted her bum so bad. There was silence for a few seconds.

“Make sure you use plenty of oil,” she said.

I took a deep breath as I felt my heart begin that thump of excitement when you know you’ve gone to another level and the adrenaline kicks in. I began the bum cheek massage again, this time slowly revealing her anus with the knowledge I’d get to feel inside it. I ran a finger down the crease and across the anal opening each time my hands moved over her buttocks, but with just the gentlest touch, the gentlest tease. Then, I placed my index finger there, and applied some pressure.

“Uuhh,” Tegan moaned when my finger was stopped by the impossibly tight ring, and then the oil did its job and my finger eased into her rectum. I pushed right up to the knuckle and left it there. I felt her pulse throb around the base of my finger, and the internal muscles tight up to the first joint, and the rest of the finger free to move in the warm void further inside her colon. I hooked the finger and felt the silky lining of her insides, moved it around, probed her.

Her breathing became heavier, she moaned. “Ahhhhhhh, god!”

She fucking loved it!

“I want to put my cock in there,” I croaked. “Just like this, covered in oil.” I swallowed. “No condom.”

Again, there was silence for a few seconds. “You can’t tell anyone,” she said.

“No way.”

Tegan got on her hands and knees with my finger still inside her. Then she leaned forward on her elbows and my finger slipped out. “Go on, fuck my bum.”

I grabbed the oil again and squirted a huge amount over my swollen knob, splashing it all over my belly and balls and the bed at the same time.

“My cock is all slick and I’m going to push it up into your bum.”

She looked back over her shoulder into my eyes. “Yesss!”

I pressed my aching knob against that delicious rosebud.

“Ohhhhhh, yes, yes,” Tegan sighed as I nudged forward.

My knob was all squished like it was far too big for her tight hole, but I kept the pressure on with my hand, and little by little her aching bud relaxed and allowed my stiff cock to penetrate her. Then suddenly her internal anal muscle gave way and my cock slid into her. The heat and silkiness were fucking amazing.

“Ahh, Tegan, fuck, fuck! If you only knew how good that feels.”

“Oh god I can feel you inside me.”

“This will make me come really quickly,” I gasped. The tightness and warmth were an incredible combination. This gorgeous woman was taking my cock up her shithole and I couldn’t think of anything hotter. I began to pump her colon and I didn’t care how quickly I would come because I güngören escort wanted nothing more than to blast up inside her.

“Yes, fuck me like that.”

I closed my eyes. The intensity of feeling her insides was starting to overwhelm me. It felt like something was about to give. I was hopelessly lost in filthy pleasure. I was about to blast.

“That’s it, fuck my dirty bum.”

“Ah, yes Tegan.”

Somehow, somehow, I managed to hold the feeling back. I was rock fucking hard inside her shitter but I willed myself, as I held on to her waist, to try to at least fuck her a little before I came. I took a deep breath and started with a gentle fuck, a rocking of the hips. Soon I had the in and out movement going, and the feeling of imminent release faded. But fuck, for how long?

“Oh yes,” Tegan moaned. “That’s it, fuck my arse.”

The sound of her accent turned me on even more.

“I fucking love this,” I said.

“So do I,” Tegan gasped. “But I never let anyone do this with me.” She flashed me back another look of desire. “You dirty devil!”

“Yes, I am dirty. Look at this.” I pumped some more. “Look at me, fucking you where you shit out of.”

“You dirty fucker, fucking girls in the arse. It’s all you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s what you think when you see a pretty girl, isn’t it? You want to fuck her up her shithole?”

“Yes, and blast a load of spunk deep up her shitter. Ah, Tegan, I’m close, I’m going to blast up inside you.”

“Do it. Fill my guts with your spunk.”

The dirty talk took me over. “Aaaaaaaahhhh!” I held on to Tegan and shivered and squirted up inside her, scalding her guts. Spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum pumped into her. I felt I’d never come so much in my life.

Tegan began to shiver too as the sensation of the cum squirting up her bum set off her orgasm. She hummed as she quivered underneath me, the hum building to a crescendo of a deep low moan and her limbs stiffened as she came.

It was probably the most intense orgasm of our lives — it definitely was for me.

Finally, I collapsed on the bed as my cock came out of Tegan’s bumhole all red and slathered in cum. I lay there gasping, Tegan beside me. After a minute she turned towards me and took me in her arms. It was fucking amazing — not at all what I’d expected from a paid experience.

That should have been the opportunity there, holding each other, to talk, but surprisingly we didn’t. Then we got up and had showers, separately, and got dressed. I think we were still in shock with the intensity of what had just happened.

When we were both dressed again Tegan kissed me, but on the cheek this time, and walked to the door and opened it. As she was about to leave she stopped and leaned back against the door. She looked at me and said, “That was amazing. I can still feel you up inside me.”

I just smiled back and said, “That was some experience.”

And then she walked away. It was an inside wall but there was a small window with a blind on the other side beside the door, presumably so the greedy little madam could check on what was going on from outside the room. Tegan opened the blind as she walked past, looked in at me again, and smiled.

And I still remember that smile all these years later, and how she told me she could still feel me inside her, and I always wonder if the whole experience felt special to her like it did to me. I also wonder what would have happened if I’d had the balls to give her my number. It might seem foolish to think so now, but I get the feeling she would have called.

*

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32