TRUE STORY: What Happens In Vegas ... Stays Burned In My Memory (revised) - Sex Stories

TRUE STORY: What Happens In Vegas ... Stays Burned In My Memory (revised)

... you've never been rimmed, you have NO - zero - idea how good it feels. The nerve endings down there seeming connect to every cell in your body. The feeling is intense and powerful. After a few minutes of rimming, I felt Lauren's long slender finger enter my ass, gently feeling for my prostate. She knew when she it hit because my cock jumped ... I felt an erotic sensitivity combined with an immediate need to pee ... she found The P Spot.

Lauren knew she hit gold. As she stroked in and out of my ass, she added a second finger and then three. The fullness I felt made my face burn with adrenaline. With her free hand she massaged my balls, stroked my shaft, and pulled my shaft to her full Black lips. With her fingers deeply inside me, I lowered my legs and wrapped them around her torso. I propped my head up on a pillow to be able to gaze upon her as she overwhelmed my senses.

For guys who have never had a prostate massage, it causes huge amounts of prostate fluid to be created. And when combined with having your cock stroked or sucked leads to fantastic orgasms with huge amounts of cum (but it's thinner than regular cum).

Given how badly I needed to release (again), I doubted I'd reach a P-Orgasm before Lauren took me over the edge with a regular orgasm, but I didn't care. The attention to my ass rim, prostate, balls, shaft and head was driving me crazy. I was sweating all over and Lauren was relentless. She took a firmer grip on my shaft and made longer ...

... strokes. Her palm and thumb reached over the top of my gland before slamming back down to my balls. She varied the frequency so that I could sometimes feel my foreskin envelop my head, and on the down stroke she'd pull my skin tight. It was just too much ...

The first ropes of prostate fluid shot across my stomach over the sheets and off the edge of the bed. I arched my back as her fingers in my ass rubbed my prostate again, sending another rope of fluid to land on my heaving chest. My legs trembled uncontrollably. My abs tightened like steel. And then ... seemingly at last ... I orgasmed with familiar contractions that pumped out the seaman in rapid contraction-driven spurts that covered my stomach and Lauren's hand.

Thankfully Lauren kept stroking me, but slowed a bit and was more gentle. The aftershocks continued but lessened, and she carefully removed her three fingers from my ass. My legs fell off to either side of her as Lauren stood and looked at me with a satisfied smile. She seemed proud of herself, even with one hand covered in spunk and the other in ass juice. Her hair was a mess and she smelled like a well-used whore ... but she had been my whore ... my beautiful whore ... for this memorable night in Las Vegas. On her way to get cleaned up, she bent over me and kissed off the fluids from my chest, gently kissing each of my nipples. With all of this on her lips, she then kissed me on the lips in a way that sealed our experience as a forever ...