The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 33 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 33

... about Heaven and Hell, intertwining!

But most of all, he craved the way Christina's pussy smacked so wet and fierce upon his dick.

Dave reached back with his right hand to spread his buttocks farther apart, presenting his rectum to Lindsay's mouth, and helped make this ultimate dirty girl provide him the nasty pleasure he both sought and paid for.

Suddenly Dave's imminent release began to wash over him, too, magical and limb-loosening, the ultimate experience of manhood. He came with a resounding shout, gripping Christina's hips and holding her bottom against him as another act of ownership and felt himself explode inside her (and the condom) as she made little kitten sounds at his mastery and expertise.

Still immobile due to his large hands, Christina sensed his cock soften in her pussy. Though it lessened the pressure and offered a much-needed reprieve, it was a sad thing, too, and that made the young woman pout.

At last, Dave withdrew, and stood. Christina thought for a moment he may leave her there like a discarded toy - she saw it in her mind, and felt the degrading idea warm her again, terribly, between her thighs. After all, Dave still had Lindsay to tend to, and she'd require a similar fucking too.

Instead, Dave picked Christina up off the lounger and swept her into his arms, again, and took her to the bed. After some positioning, she found herself nice and snug on his lap, with the sweetest, most tender kisses serenading her face and neck. "Oh my ...

... God, honey. I just now realized you didn't say a single word that whole time." Dave's smile, once so prominent, flipped to a frown. "I'm sorry if I was a little rough. I just couldn't help myself."

Suppressing a giggle, Christina found Dave's lips with her own. "You have nothing to be sorry about, sir."

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Lindsay wanted nothing more than to drop her soiled minidress on the bedroom floor, throw herself onto the bed, and curl up into a tight ball.Hookin' ain't easy. She closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep, but despite how nice it was to lie in an otherwise empty King-sized bed like a lazy lump, she just couldn't nod off. Not with the prior twenty-one hours so fresh and prevalent in her mind.

Day Two of the reopening saw Lindsay entertaineight more johns, three of whom weren't even originally scheduled. There was Dave, of course, but Lindsay also somehow managed to squeeze Darius in for forty-five minutes between her two and five o'clock appointments with Joe and Matt, respectively.

Word later came down that Dominic, still enjoying his forty-eight-hour marathon with Mariko, requested that Lindsay join them for twenty minutes. He'd chosen her from the website, based solely on her photographs, and paid $200 for Lindsay to give him a deep, soul-sucking blowjob as Mariko queened his lips and tongue.

That took place during a brief lull between her commitments to Victor and D'Angelo and, even so, Lindsay was fifteen minutes late meeting up with ...