Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... that is."

Mandy playfully kicked me with her foot. "Well thank you, Mr. Franklin."

"No, I mean it."

"I'm sure you do. I can see you blew a load in your pants."

She started rubbing her foot in my crotch. "You should make an amateur porn video with me," she said, and winked. "Being that you're going to be a big investor in the business and all."

"I should," I said. "That's a good idea. But we don't have a script. Maybe we should experiment off camera first, just to try to generate a plotline."

"Spoken like a true porn connoisseur," she said, and leaned over and started French kissing me again. We necked passionately on the couch like teenagers, panting, taking each other's clothes off.

She unbuttoned my black dress shirt, and ran her hands over my chest. "Your muscles are so big, Mr. Franklin. So strong."

She pushed me back on the couch and started kissing my chest. She ran her tongue down my stomach, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. She slid her hand inside my pants and stroked my cock, getting it rock hard. She pulled my pants all the way down and got between my legs, running her tongue inside my thighs.

I put my hand on her head and she grabbed it, pushing it aside. "Hands off the hair," she scolded, and went all the way down on me, gulping my cock. She'd taken me down to my balls, her nose in my pubic hair. She stayed there for a moment, holding still, then came back up for air, sliding my dick out of her throat and gasping for ...

... breath. A strand of spittle hung off her chin, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

"You taste so fucking good," she said.

I kicked off my pants and shirt, naked except for my shoes and socks. I took Mandy by the shoulders and lifted her up onto the couch, shoving her dress all the way up to her waist. I slide off her panties and got between her legs, pushing them back against her chest. I buried my face in her mound, sucking on her pussy hungerly, thrusting my tongue deep inside her, my beard tickling her clit.

She moaned and grabbed at my head with both hands, grinding her pussy against my mouth. Her thighs were trembling, her orgasm building.

"Condom," she said. "Coffee table. Bottom drawer."

I grabbed it -- a Trojan Bareskin -- tore open the wrapper and slipped it on. I got back between her legs and lay on top of her. She guided my cock into her pussy, my girth filling her to the brim. She moaned and let out a breath as I slid all the way inside her.

I fucked her slow at first, careful not to hurt her. I was 225 pounds of muscle, after all. She was a slim 120, at best. But soon we were in sync and our rhythm picked up, and I was pounding her good and hard, pinning her on the couch, legs back, ankles at her ears.

We came at the same time -- two monster orgasms. It was like late-afternoon in a rain forest, where the heat and humidity had been building all day, and the sky finally opened and rain poured down in sheets, swelling the rivers and ...