Delecious Birthday Surprise (closed for Pywakit and me)

[Logan2]

Michael sat alone in his rented appartment, raised the glas with wiskey and toasted himself.

"Happy birthday to you Michael." he said with a sad smile and nipped on the drink.

This was the second week at the new job here in Boston and he hated it. Not the job, that was great, but the fact that he was all alone on his birthday. All his friends back at germany had called allready first thing in the morning (for them) but now he was waiting for one more call. Ralph had asked him if he wanted to go out or do anything but Michael just wasn't in the mood. He had told his friend that he would stay at home and watch TV.

He wasn't that bad looking with his 6'2", the short cropped dark blonde hair and the neatly trimmed beard and a normal to athletic figure, but somehow he hadn't found a woman yet to share his live, or at least a night with. This was true in germany and even more so here, in this foreign country where he didn't know anybody.

He took another nip on his wiskey (he didn't want to get drunk) and got up from the couch to fetch the remote. Perhaps there was anything good on TV.

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

Chloe double-checked the address she'd written on the card. Yup; this was the place. A nice enough apartment, and thankfully not in a nasty part of town. Those jobs were the worst... you never knew what to expect. This job had sounded innocent enough; a couple of guys had called earlier that day to request an all-night private show for their friend, Michael. Seems he was new in town and it was his birthday; his friends couldn't be here to celebrate so they'd decided to do the next best thing. They called the escort service she worked for, "Soft Solutions," and asked for a stripper. A kinky stripper. A kinky stripper who might be into more than just stripping. The boss called Chloe, and here she was.

She glanced around the parking lot to make sure no one was looking; she didn't really care if anyone saw her, but her costume would probably arouse a lot of unwanted attention. The cold hit her as she stepped out of the car. She wasn't dressed for the weather, what with the short black skirt and thin white blouse that comprised the school girl costume Michael's friends had requested. Her shoulder-length black hair was tied back tightly in a ponytail, and a pair of white stockings and shiny black heels completed the look. She carried her gear (everything she might or might not need for what would surely come later) in a relatively small backpack, the straps of which were a little too tight and framed her large tits perfectly, pulling tight on the fabric of the blouse. Her visible piercings (several in each ear, a tiny ruby stud in her nose, and the silver tongue stud) gave the costume a final flourish of ironic sexuality.

She suppressed a smile of excitement as she reached Michael's door and put on her best, "Oh no, I've been sent to the principal's office" look on, then rang the doorbell and waited for him to answer.

 

[Logan2]

Michael stopped as he heard the doorbell ring, his hand hovering over the remote he had left on the table where he had eaten his birthday meal, a nice stuffed pizza from dominoes.

Who could that be? He didn't expect anyone. For a tiny moment he thought that perhaps Ralph would have come over from germany but that was entierly impossible, no this had to be someone else.

He went to the door. Perhaps his collegues from work had somehow figures out that it was his birthday (which couldn't be that hard) but for now he had only worked together with one person, Frank, and he didn't seemed the type for socalizing.

He shrugged his shoulders and opened the door.

There she stood, a schoolgirl who was a bit to old to go to school and most certainly wouldn't go to school in THAT outfit here in the states. The skirt was so short that he had the impression he almost could see her pantys and the blouse was insufficient to contain her full breasts.

"Hi." This was the first word to come to mind and the last. Who the heck was that? She most certainly was rather good locking, if not outright gorgerous, even thought he usually didn't like women with to much metall on them, but on here it looked quite well.

Door still open and in his hand, mouth open and nearly drooling and a blank stare on his face he stood there, transfixed.

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

Chloe smiled as Michael opened the door. She felt most of her nervousness fade instantly as she quickly sized him up... he was certainly one of the better-looking johns she'd hooked up with lately.

"Hi there!" she said in a chipper voice, one she'd mastered after long hours of practice as her 'spunky schoolgirl special.' "I'm Chloe, and your friends overseas thought you might need some company tonight!" She smiled again and cocked her head, and when he didn't make any move or even a sound, she put on her best pouty face. "Aww... aren't you even gonna let me in? It's sooooo cold out here!"

 

[Logan2]

Michael repeated his "hi" and then he finaly collected his wits about him and stepped out of the doorway.

"Sure come in."

So his friends back home had ordered this "woman" for him. How nice of them but he was at a total loss as what to do now. His experience with women was very limited but he guessed that Chloe was a stripper and he certainly didn't have any problems with looking.

He closed the door behind her and watched her move which alone was enought to drive him crazy.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked.

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

Chloe smiled as she stepped into Michael's apartment. There were still a few unpacked boxes, but it looked like, for the most part, he had finished moving in. She strolled into his living room and looked around again, then shrugged off her small backpack and set it down on the floor next to a nice-looking stereo system.

"Yeah... that'd be great, Mister," Chloe said, continuing to use her school-girl voice. "I'm kinda thirsty, actually. I'd love a drink of something. If it's not too much trouble, that is."

She smiled and laced her fingers together in front of her, cocking her head and waiting for Michael to reply.

 

[Logan2]

"Sure, a drink, unfortunaty I don't have a great selection. I have coke, whiskey and water and that's it. What should it be?" he replyed.

He went to the kitchen area and fetched a glas for her.

"So, what did my friends call you for?"

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

"Ooh! Whiskey'd be great! If you don't mind," she said, glancing down at the floor and twirling her toe against the carpet in an expertly rendered show of mock bashfulness. "Only... don't tell anyone! I could get suspended if the teachers or principal found out I was drinking." She looked up and smiled at Michael, and shot him a wink as she tried to judge his reaction to her act.

As he went to get the drink, she went through her backpack and picked out a CD. As she did, she called out to him, "Well... your friends were worried that you'd be lonely on your birthday. They sounded really nice, and were really concerned that your first birthday here in the states would be memorable. And, well... let's just say that I know quite a few tricks on how to make a night memorable." As she talked, she turned to examine his CD player. She bent over to open it and put the CD inside, taking her time as she did, so that when he returned from the kitchen he'd just catch a glimpse of her ass as she stood up... possibly even giving him a glimpse of the red leather thong she wore underneath her miniskirt. If he didn't see it... no matter. He'd be seeing a lot more of it soon enough.

 

[Logan2]

Michael smiled at her as she put on her schoolgirl "I'm-not-supposed-to-drink" act. "I don't know, if your not supposed to drink perhaps you need to convince me not to tell out on you." He winked at her and went to fetch the wiskhey.

As he returned she was bending down over his CD player and he had a very nice view of her well rounded ass under her skirt. He stopped and enjoyed the sight for a moment. The red flash he caught had to be a thong and silently he thanked and cursed his friends. Apparently they had send him a stripper and a very good looking at that and for that he was thankfull. But he was sure he would be more lonley after she had down her strip show and he would be alone again, probably with a raging hard-on and only his own hand to offer release.

He let out a sigh and did hold out the glas.

"Here you go."

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

"Oh!" Chloe said in mock surprise as she stood and turned to face him. She saw the glass and smiled. "Thanks!" She took it and sipped, squinting her eyes in appreciation as the whisky hit. Smacking her lips in appreciation, she set the glass down on an end table, then leaned back against the wall.

"Well then. How am I supposed to convince you not to tell on me, hmmm? Oh! I know! How about if you just sit down in that chair and relax, and I'll put on a little show for you? Go on now... have a seat. You're the birthday boy. But before you do... can you be a dear and push this coffee table over against the wall? It's just... I need a little room here to, you know, do my thing..." She smiled, then waited for him to push the coffee table aside. A large space cleared between the stereo and TV and the chair, she waited for Michael to sit and get comfortable.

"I hope your neighbors aren't offended by loud noises," she said, then reached down and pressed play on the stereo. Instantly, music filled the room. It was a variation of the techno mix they played at the club on the ground floor back at the "office," a less bass-heavy version intended for "home use." Still, Michael had a pretty good setup, and the music that filled his living room gave the place a pulse. As the percussion baseline built, it was joined by the synths and she began to dance.

Chloe started with her legs slightly apart, her palms on the front of her thighs as she started to undulate back and forth, side to side, swaying like a snake ready to strike. As the music started to pick up steam, so did she. Her dancing grew more energetic as she began stepping to the music. Her hands slid up her legs, catching on her skirt and dragging it up as well until she let it fall an instant before it revealed her thong. Her hands continued sliding up, over the front of her blouse. As they did, they pulled the shirttails out of her skirt. Her hands went higher, sliding up under her tits and cupping them, pushing them upward as she continued to sway her hips and kick up the hem of her skirt with each little side-buck of her hips. Chloe's hands slid back down to the bottom of her shirt, and began undoing buttons, one by one, until she undid the one just below her tits. She then switched to the upper buttons, undoing them and slowly revealing her ample cleavage as she went. Her dance caused her tits to heave and bounce, and each move sent her loose shirttails spiraling as well. Finally, with only one button remaining, she turned to face away from Michael just as the music faded into a slow, grinding beat. She sank to her knees, twisting and shimmying her torso as she did. On the ground, she leaned back, continuing to gyrate as she leaned back her head to look back at him, her back arched upward and giving him a magnificent view of her cleavage. She winked at him as she cupped her tits, pushing them together and then sliding her fingers up to that last, perilous button. She undid it, but kept her hand over her chest, holding the shirt together as she stood again. Now she released her hands, and the shirt fell open. Her back still to Michael, she slid the shirt off her shoulders, revealing the thin strings of her white silk top as they ran over her shoulders. She shook her shoulders and the shirt slid lower, revealing a single gold ring nestled in the small of her back that the strings of her top wer connected to... two over each shoulder, and two going around her sides to the front.

As the music suddenly swelled, she spun on a heal, revealing just how scandalously skimpy her top really was. It left little to the imagination, the triangle-shaped cups covered barely a third of each breast. On the fabric of the left breast, a pair of pink feminine lips had been printed just to the side of where her nipple pressed hard, rigid, and obvious against the delicate fabric.

Chloe continued her dance, throwing Michael a wink as she tried to gauge how he was reacting to the dance so far.

 

[Logan2]

Michael pushed the table aside as she requested and then he sat down on the couch and tried to relax. As she asked if his neighbours are offended by load noises he caught a grin on her face that he didn't know how to interpret but as soon as the music started he wasn't concerned about that. His neighbours wouldn't complain about that as fas as he could tell, he had heard exactly that kind of music from time to time from their appartments as well.

Then she started to dance and instantly he started to get hot. Her movements where very sensual and the more he could see of her flesh the more he could see that her body was nearly perfect. Her hips called to him with each gyrating movement. Her full breasts begged to be caressed, squeezed and sucked on. Her legs... he shook his head and tried to clear it. No sense in going there, he thought. She would dance and be off again and he had to go back to "manual relieve". But damn was she hot and his cock seemed to recocnize that as well. A bulge was building in his jeans. It was showing but not yet uncomfortable.

As she turned around again to present her "top" which wasn't more than two very small triangles that barly covered her nipples. He let out a gasp and licked over his lips. Suddently his mouth had gone very dry and the bulge in his jeans grew a bit larger.

This stripper was HOT.

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

Chloe's eyes darted down to Michael's lap and she saw the bulge growing there. She smiled, then turned her attention back to the music. She slid her hands down her front, pressing her tits together again with her upper arms as her hands slid over one another over her belly to cross at the hem of her skirt. She slid her thumbs under the material, then crossed her hands over the top and pressed down between her legs, pushing the fabric against her unseen crotch as she spiraled and ground her way down to the carpet and then back up, her eyes closing in delight as she did. The music hit a low, repetative beat then, and she slid her hands apart, pulling on the fabric to reveal that a cleverly-hidden zipper ran down the front of her skirt. She held her position, rocking her shoulders and hips until Michael looked up at her face again. She licked her upper teeth and then began to slowly unzip.

Michael's eyes darted back down and she smiled. She lowered the zipper bit by bit as the music continued its low beat. Slowly but surely, more skin came into view below her navel. Just as she was about to reveal the top of her low-slung thong, she turned again and finished the job. Her back to Michael, she took hold of the skirt in both hands and opened it, keeping it pulled taut across her ass as she slowly pulled it back and forth, rubbing it over her ass like she was drying herself with a towell. As she did, she slowly sunk to her knees and then lowered her face down to the carpet, keeping her ass elevated and presented (but still obscured by the skirt) directly at him. Now, her side-to-side motions began to lower, and the straps of her red thong came into view, riding high on her hips. The thong itself was leather, but there really wasn't much to it. A tiny red triangle came into view, nestled in the cleft of her buttocks, and then she pulled the skirt away to reveal how the leather disappeared into her asscrack. She sprung to her feet then, whirling, and expertly tossed the skirt out and over Michael's head with a giggle.

 

[Logan2]

As Chloe put her hand at the hem of her skirt and licked her teeth Michael's breath got faster. She was real good at what she was doing and he could feel the heat rise in him. He reached up to open the second button of his skirt to let some of the heat that had collected under the shirt out but it wasn't helping that much.

Then she got on her knees with her back to him and his breath only came in ragged gulps now. But as soon as he behold the sight of her perfectly rounded ass she sprung up and turned around again, giving him an entirely different view. Now she danced slowly again infront of him with nothing more then a VERY skimpy thong and the excuse for a top. He definitly was turned on now and his cock pressed hard against his jeans, which had become uncomfortable.

"Oh, wow," he said. "You are great."

He wondered if she was done now or if she would strip all the way, because if she continued he wasn't sure if he could contain himself any longer.

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

Chloe giggled at his compliment but kept dancing, running her hands up and down her body, shaking her tits and her ass and undulating like a snake. She still wore her thigh-high white lace stockings, but the elastic in them was starting to give to her gyrations. She crossed over to the coffee table and lied down up on it on her back as the music began to slow again. She still writhed and shook her body, but as she did she kicked off both shoes and then began to peel off one of her stockings, inch by inch, until she had it almost all the way off. She swung her leg wide and pulled, stretching it out from her big toe and then shot it like a rubber band across the room. It settled on Michael's now obviously bulging lap. Chloe was faster with the second stocking, and had it off in an instant.

She leapt back to her feat to resume her dance in the middle of the room as the music once again picked up. Now she used her stocking as a ribbon, whirling it through the air and wrapping it around her body. The music began to pick up the beat and as it did, she slid the stocking up betwen her legs, pulling it tight against her crotch as she did. She pulled it side to side a few times, and then reached down and threaded both ends under the thong's strap. She straightened again, turned to present her profile to Michael, and this time when she pulled on both ends of the stocking it slid effortlessly under the thong and up against her hidden sex. Only a tiny bit protruded from above the front of her thong, and as she pulled up on it with one hand, the stocking protruding from above the top of the thong in the back shortened. She flossed her crotch this way once, twice, three times, taking slow pulls each time before she pulled the stocking all the way out through the front of her thong and then threw it Michael's way as well. As he reacted, she hooked her thumbs under the straps on her hips and pulled upward, pulling the thong's leather tight against her crotch, outlining the shape of her pussy so it was almost visible. She wriggled her hips, and the thong slid up and partially into her, forming a perfect camel-toe as her shaved pussy lips gripped the fabric between them. She released the elastic straps and they snapped back into place, higher on her hips now, her pussy still all but exposed.

The music had settled down to a low, repetitive, almost hypnotic beat now as she walked slowly up to stand before Michael, her hands on her thighs again as she gave him a long moment to explore her nearly naked body with his eyes. When his eyes finally met her gaze, she smiled down at him.

"So. Fancy a lap dance now?"

 

[Logan2]

Michael watched her dance and stripp off her stockings. He caught the second one and smelled on if for a moment. His jeans where much to tight now and the smell of her sex nearly drove him mad.

As she continued to tease him, to show him her pussy and played around with her thong he nearly got up and took her. She was so damn hot. He breathed deeply and tried to relax again but that just wasn't possible. Then she stoped dancing steped closer and he slowly raised his eyes from her pussy to her face.

"So. Fancy a lap dance now?" she asked, and he gulped loudly.

"I don't know if my jeans can take any more preasure," he said sheepishly, "but how can I decline a lap dance on my birthday."

He leaned back and put his hands on both sides of his body on the couch to steady himself and to keep himself from grabbing her.

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

Chloe smiled at him. "You leave the state of your jeans to me, Michael." She walked over to him, then climbed onto the couch and swung a leg over him. Immediately, she began to writhe and gyrate, slowly settling down into his lap. As she did, she felt his manhood tight, hard, and throbbing inside his pants. She smiled again, then began to grind softly, slowly against him as she began to sway her chest back and forth before his face. She listened to his breathing, watched his eyes, and felt the twitches and reactions in his body as she dry humped him, leaning in close so he could get a good whiff of her perfume. As she felt him tense, she knew he was close. She raised up onto her knees, removing her contact with his waist and reached out to gently rub at his scalp, running her fingers through his hair as she gave him a chance to regain control. She gave him a few seconds more, then lowered back down again, grinding and humping at him, the fabric of his jeans rubbing wonderfully against the exposed edges of her camel toed pussy lips. Again she rose as she felt him shudder, and waited, and lowered. Each time, she was able to writhe in his lap for a shorter period, until finally he gasped softly. She thought she'd pushed him over the edge, but no... he was close, but held back his orgasm. Time to give him a little breather before it stepped up a notch.

She climbed off him and settled onto the couch next to him. One hand running down his front to tease the buttons on his shirt, the other still fondling his hair, she leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Okay then, Michael. I think you're about ready for your birthday present. You just wait here, and I'll go get it for you so you can unwrap it." She kissed him, lightly, on the earlobe, then sprang to her feet and swept up her backpack as she danced into the room to the right she assumed was the bathroom. It was. Inside, she closed the door and quickly stripped out of her thong and bikini top. She paused a moment to admire her body in the mirror... her large firm tits, her smooth shaved sex, the tiny heart tattoo just up and to the right of her clit... Michael was in for a treat. And judging by the size of his erection she'd felt through his pants, she figured she was in for one as well.

She opened her backpack and pulled out the carefully folded costume. It consisted really of little more than several strips of red silk, but as she pulled them on, the strips wrapped around her hips, her chest, and her arms and legs like the wrapings of a mummy. A mummy with plenty of skin to show. Once she was satisfied with the wrapping, she tied the two ends in a bow just above her right tit. She looked herself over in the mirror again... perfect! The ribbons were enough to cover her body in all the right places, but left much of her skin exposed, especially on her navel, her arms and legs and head, the undersides of her tits, and her ass cheeks.

She retrieved the backpack and the objects it still held (she wasn't sure what of the rest of her tools she'd need and wouldn't know until later, once she'd determined if Michael had any particular kinks), and then stepped back out into the living room to present herself, wrapped up in a bow and all, before him.

"Happy birthday, Michael. Do you want to unwrap me here, or somewhere else? And once you've looked your present over... all you have to do is ask and I'll do it. Anything. Anything you want, until the sun rises."

 

[Logan2]

Cloe came closer and kneelt on the couch, her knees in each side of him. She grinded herself against him and he felt his orgasm come closer and closer. Then she stopped and pushed her breasts into his face and he groaned, wanting it to continue and at the same time wanting her to stop.

His breathing returned to normal and she went back to push herself against him. She repeated this several times, each time he came closer to release but each time she stoped just before he came. The she sat beside him and he thought it was over. She had done her part and would leave him now, but she said something about the real present, kissed him in the ear and went to the bathroom.

He couldn't believe his luck, she would stay a while longer and had another show for him. He was wondering what that second part would be and then she reentered the living room, wrapped up as the present herself.

"Happy birthday, Michael. Do you want to unwrap me here, or somewhere else?" she asked and added "And once you've looked your present over... all you have to do is ask and I'll do it. Anything. Anything you want, until the sun rises."

Untill the sun rises? For all he cared the sun could stop rising for a month or so. He pointed to the bedroom.

"I think I would like to unwrap my present in the bedroom." He thought a moment what it looked like in there but it shouldn't be too messy. He followed her and watched the ribbons move in all kinds of interesting directions.

The bed was a king sized one since it came with the appartement and stood in the middle of the room with only the headside against a wall. Over one chair where some clothes and the bed wasn't made but otherwise it looked quite all right.

"I promise the present won't regret beeing a present." he smiled at her and steped closer.

"What is the proper way to open a present?" he asked himself out loud, "Oh, I know." he grabbed her gently around her middle and bend down to take one end of the bow on her breast between his teeth and gently pulled. As the bow came undone he let go of the ribbon and admired her exposed nipple for a moment. Then he grinned up at he, winked and licking over the nipple just once.

"What a delecious present." he said and used one hand to very slowly unwrap some more of her body.

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

Chloe stood still, watching as Michael slowly pulled more of the ribbons off her chest, exposing her other breast as well. He almost seemed hesitant, afraid to touch her apart from that one quick lick of her nipple. As his hand lowerd to the ribbions around her waist she waited for the right moment, right before he was going to give that last, important pull. She slid her hand behind her back and took hold of the other end of the ribbon where it stuck up between her ass cheeks, almost like a tail, and as he pulled so did she. The ribbon unraveled immediately, and she stepped back and pulled up on her end, pullling the ribbon up between her legs and around her front and up between her tits, finally holding the end between her teeth. The sudden tension caused the ribbon to slide up between her pussy lips, just as her stocking had done before, only this time, there was no thong to mask how the fabric was gripped between her lips. She arched back her neck, pulling the ribbon with her teeth and giving a little tug, and smiled as Michael tugged back. She opened her mouth with a sigh as the ribbon slid down her body, over her hip, and out between her lips, flowing like a rivulet of water.

'Oh... oh shit, that felt good. But what about you, Michael? You're all wrapped up too! Maybe I should see to unwrapping you? Or did you want me to do something else to myself before we got to you... maybe something you've always wanted to see a girl do to herself? Don't be shy... I'm yours, all night long!"

 

[Logan2]

The evening was filled with to many options for him. Should he let himself be undressed? Or should he ask her to play with herself so he could watch? Should he follow his basic instincts and kiss and fondle her all over?

Slow down he thought to himself. You have all night. He smiled at her and took a step back, again watching her gorgerous body in all it's glory.

"I think you should undress me first, I don't know if I can take anymore of your teasing without getting involved myself and this would be rather complicated with clothes on."

All night, he still couldn't belive his luck and he desperatly hoped he would be up to all the fun he could have.

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

She smiled. "Good choice, Michael. Now, lie back on the bed."

As he did, she climbed onto the bed and threw a leg over him, then gently settled down on top of him, straddling his waist and pressing her naked crotch against the front of his pants. She looked him up and down, then reached down to place her hands on his belly. She slid them up his chest, pulling the tails of his shirt out of his pants as she did until she reached the collar. One at a time, she worked her lithe little fingers against his buttons, laying his shirt open more with each one she undid but being careful to never quite touch his skin... not yet, at least. Finally, the last button opened, she opened his shirt to expose his naked torso and smiled slightly in appreciation. Resisting the urge to run her hands over his skin, she instead slid down his body to stand at the foot of the bed.

She then leaned over him, her breasts swaying pendulously over his legs as she worked his belt open, followed by the snap at the top of his jeans. The zipper was next, and she had to pull up and away from his body as she slid it down. As she did, his erection tented the front of his boxers. Again she smiled.

"Lift your hips," she said. As he did, she pulled on the cuffs of his pants, stepping back to slide them off his body. She tossed them aside, then said, "Sit up and raise your arms." Again, he followed her command and she took hold of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, tossing it aside as well. Now dressed only in his boxers, she curled her finger and beckoned him to stand. He did, and she fell to her knees before him, pressing her tits to his legs as she steadied him with her hands, holding him by the hips. She leaned in and took the elastic upper hem of his boxers, just above his hard-on, in her teeth. Without touching them with her hands, she began to pull them down, sliding them lower, slowly. Her chin momentarilly caught his cock, the thin fabric of the boxers separating them, and then he slid up the side as she pulled away from his body and then lowered, his boxers dropping to the ground at his feet. She smiled a third time and stepped back to admire him.

"There you go. What's next?" she asked in a whisper.

 

[Logan2]

He followed her every command as she began to undress him. The feeling of a nude woman so close to him and her scent nearly drove him mad. A plan began to form in his mind and he hoped that the time he had would be enought and that he would be up to all those things he had in mind.

First he had to get some release or he would back out or rush things and that was something he wouldn't like.

"First off all I would like you to ride me." he said and layed back on the bed.

"If we have all night I would like to try out as much as possible but since I don't know how long I will last we will start with something I don't have to do much." he grinned at her and waved her to him.

"So show me what you can do."

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

Michael's cock stood at attention as he lied back on the bed, rigid and twitching in anticipation. Chloe smiled again, her green eyes sparkling as she climbed back up on the bed. She straddled him, just below his waist, and then slid up until his balls were pressed against her already wet sex. With one hand, she pressed the shaft of his dick against her body, feeling its warmth against the smooth silk of her shaved pussy, almost as if to show Michael how far up inside her body his dick was about to go.

Then she took hold of him at the root, steadying his cock and aiming it straight up as she lifted up onto her knees and leaned forward, her cunt poised directly above his manhood. She lowered herself until she caught the head of his cock between her puffy wet lips, made a few adjustments to the direction so she had him lined up, then let go and slowly slid down his length. She took him in deliberatly, wanting to feel every inch of his tremendous penetration as her body opened to him. She hissed in appreciation as he bottomed out inside her with an inch still to go. She forced herself down on him, impaling herself fully, loving the way her body stretched to accomodate his size. She wriggled her hips to the left and right a bit, feeling him shift inside her, then looked into his eyes.

"You ready for this?" she whispered, then slid her hands up to steady herself on his chest. Not waiting for an answer, she began fucking him, whipping her hips back and forth and sending her dangling tits into hypnotic spirals of motion as she did. The rest of her body remained relatively motionless as she used her skills as a dancer to whip and writhe around him, tugging and enveloping him in an ever-increasing symphony of wet slaps and lusty grunts. As she continued to fuck him, she leaned a little lower and whispered, "You can come in me if you want... I'm taken care of on my end. Or if you wanna see it... that works too... oh SHIT you're fucking huge!"

 

[Logan2]

Michael leaned back and watched as Chloe crawled onto the bed on top of him. He smiled as she came nearer, her eyes sparkling. He couldn't belive his luck. Not only did he get a very nice lap dance, he even got a gorgerous woman who would do his every bidding and who was about to ride him.

He moaned as she pressed herself against his erect cock and pressed it against her wet pussy. When she took hold of it and raised herself up he grabbed the sheets and looked up at her her expectingly. He took a deep breath as she lowerd herself on him and let out a load moan as she reached the bottom. This felt so good.

"Are you ready for this?" she asked and just as he wanted to shout out that he was, she begann to fuck him furiously. Her upper body was relativly stable but her hips where moving in such a way that nearly drove him mad. His hands reached up to play with her breasts, fondle them, play with the nipples. As she leaned forward to wisper to him that he could come in her his left hands went to her hips and the right to her clti, starting to rub it.

He was close now, her dance and the unwrapping allready bought him to a semi orgasm and so he couldn't hold out long. He hoped he could last longer the second and thirst time around. His hips bucked and and his shaft was pulsating.

"I ...want ... to .... come ... in you." he breathed between thrusts. And he could feel the explosion coming closer.

 

[Pywakit]

Chloe

She gasped as he began to rub her clit, running his fingers back and forth over her sensitive bud as she continued to fuck him. His reply to her question was delicious, and his desperate need for her only encouraged her own lusts. She lifed a hand from the bed to run her fingers through her hair, pulling the long black locks out of her eyes so she could look into his as he supported that side of her body with his hand, clutching at her large breast.

"...then do it... fill me... fucking spray your spunk up into me! I need it! I NEED IT!" These last words were practically shrieks as she tossed her head back and threw a thrust onto him so forcefully the entire bed hit the wall and then slid an inch away from it as it rebounded. She kept herself impaled fully on him, and as she felt his cock starting to pulsate in her she squeezed back at him, milking him with her cunt before she picked up her thrusting again, faster this time, the sound of their wet crotches a storm of lust.

 

[Logan2]

His hips bucked and raised from the bed as the first waves of the orgasm hit him. His hands rubbed her clit, his breath came only forced and his cock tried to burry itself even deeper into her without any concisous movement from him. He never had felt that way and whished it would continue all night.

Then he felt the first spurts of cum escape his filled cock and spray into her but his cock still stayed hard and he continued to move up and down with her, trying to show himself deep into her.

"Oh, god," he moaned, he eyes still wide open to take in the sight of this gorgerous woman fucking him nearly sensless.