A Fistful Of Dollars - Sex Stories

A Fistful Of Dollars

... started to body surf his body. The apricot oil gave the right blend of friction and lubrication for the perfect massage. Raising my body a little, I massaged his lips, chest and cock with my nipples; this was erotica at its very best. “Fuck me Cinnamon! Fuck me hard. I can’t take any more of this,” Jon exclaimed. Climbing back on the bed and straddling his body, cowgirl style; I leant over and kissed him as I guided his throbbing rampant cock deep inside my pussy. For each thrust from his cock, my breasts reciprocated and tantalizingly bounced across his mouth. Tightening my pelvic muscles resulted in a clam like grip on his engorged erect cock. Before long, I could feel the vibrations of an orgasm starting to build. Contracting my pelvic muscles to the fullest, caused a volcano-like reaction. As Jon’s body began to spasm uncontrollably, seven or eight eruptions of his hot white lava filled my pussy. “Thank you Cinnamon. That was the best fuck I have ever had in my life. Where did you learn such wonderful techniques?” Jon panted out while trying to gain his breath. I rolled off his body and waited for his cream pie to ooze out of my vagina. Gathering his hot sticky cum in my fingers, I proceeded to lick my fingers clean and swallow his load. After French kissing Jon fully on his mouth, we cuddled up together to regain our strength. After showering, Jon paged room service and ordered a meal and a bottle of wine for each of us. That night, we fucked twice more like horny ...

... lovers, before falling asleep in each other’s arms. Jon was now mine for the remainder of his visit and my fistful of dollars had come into fruition. Each day, Jon deposited two thousand dollars into my bank account; something that I appreciated immensely. Jon’s final eight days saw him visit the Jeeralang site for a possible nuclear power station in the Latrobe Valley for two days. During those days, I spent some valuable time with my parents. In the afternoon, Jon would pick me up from home and we would stay together in a motel in Morwell. For the other days, I showed Jon as much of Melbourne and Victoria as I could during the day; while at night, I took care of all his sexual needs On Jon’s last day, he asked me to reveal my living address in Melbourne. He had won my trust and I gave it to him without any reservation. Jon told me he had some unfinished business to do and would be back early in the afternoon. I stayed in his suite at The Rialto Hotel , awaiting his return. After Jon returned, we made love for the last time; and I mean love. It wasn’t a quick fuck for money and be gone, but for a mutual respect for each other. At 6:00pm I accompanied Jon to Tullamarine Airport, to bid Jon farewell. Tears welled in my eyes as he left the departure lounge to board a QANTAS flight back to America. Twenty thousand dollars was a lot of money but I would have gladly traded it for Jon himself. I started university the following week to begin the third semester. On arriving home one ...