Le cortège de la découverte [Yenpointfive & Somikat]

[Yenpointfive]

This had been exactly what Alex needed. Confidence filled him as Francesca bucked against him. He had given up on matching the movements of his hand to the thrusting of his hips. There was too much urgency in every movement for anything like that and he instead stroked her cock quickly, relishing the feeling of her arousal throbbing in his hand as his filled her rear. Even the simple sound of her soft rear smacking back against his hips with every thrust was driving him wild. His name sounded so sweet on her lips and he just had to try hers out for size. "Francesca..." He growled into her ear as she laid her head back against his shoulder. Watching her teeth gently sink into her lower lip as he took her was almost as wonderful as hearing her pleasure rising from her throat as a moan.

He could feel her cock throbbing in his hands and from personal experience he could guess how close she was. It wouldn't be long now but patience was, as always, his least favorite virtue. He turned his gaze away from her reflection. Sure, it'd be quite the show, but he whatever the sights in the mirror did for him it wasn't half what her voice or the feel or her hungrily bouncing on his manhood would do. "Cum for me Francesca." He whispered into her ear. His other hand slipped down from her breasts and began to fondle her balls giving them a gentle squeeze. "Empty... every... drop..." His lips brushed her ear as his breath became short and his movements became a bit more urgent, if less eloquent. She could feel heat deep within her as his condom swelled with the seed that he was pouring into her.

 

[Somikat]

Her breath was becoming increasingly frantic by the time she heard Alex's pleasured moans reach an ecstatic climax, his cock twitching inside her and spilling hot cum into the condom. Her focus was on her own member though, and the sensations building within her as his hand flew up and down her shaft. He wanted her to cum, and the closer he brought her to the edge, the more she wanted to cum too. Her thighs began to squirm, her breath became ragged and peppered with moans. As he came inside her, she ceased to bounce on his manhood and instead pressed her ass down against him, rolling her hips, her tight walls squeezing and massaging his sensitive erection as hers began to pulse in his hand.


Her chest tightened, and—with a long moan—the tension broke there and in her groin, the first rope of hot, creamy cum arcing from the tip of her cock to splatter her stomach. The second shot higher, and she felt the warmth of her juices kiss her breasts. Her muscles clenched around Alex's member, her hips bucked and she shot again, and again, until finally her pulsing cock was empty, and her chest and stomach bore the white stains of her orgasm. Her moans subsided and she collapsed, weak and panting atop his hot body, her ass pulsing slowly around his manhood. Her cum had fallen on his hand too, and in his grasp her warm, smooth shaft slowly began to soften.

 

[Yenpointfive]

He couldn't remember the last time his climax had lasted that long, if it had ever lasted that long. When she changed the way she used her hips it made all the difference in the world. No longer thrusting in and out but instead rolling against her with her tight hole massaging his shaft and milking him for every drop he was worth. Alex's hands never ceased, not even when she began to spurt her load over her stomach and her chest. Since she was now milking his manhood he could focus on her, stroking her still with one hand as the other teased her nuts, reveling in the way they tightened with every pearly strand that splattered her chest.

Just when he thought he'd finished she slumped against his body, panting for breath. That was worth one more good, hard shot. And with that final spurt added to the contents of his condom he was spent. His arms gently wrapped around Francesca's waist, helping to support her a bit as she lay against his chest. He had no words for this moment so he simply used it to catch his breath, though he did find the urge to lean in and kiss her neck. He didn't fight it and his lips met with her flesh for a moment before he decided that it was time to pull out, gently and slowly extracting himself from her rear so that they could get a bit more comfortable. He laid back on her bed, taking her with him. It took him a minute or two to realize that his left hand was stained with her cum still but the answer readily presented itself. He traced a finger over her lips softly, waiting for her to get the idea and clean up the mess she'd made. Of course, she'd gotten some spunk under his wedding ring, which might make for a bit of work sucking it clean.

 

[Somikat]

Whatever work had to be done was done with a passionate flair; the escort's mouth was warm and wet around Alex's finger, the taste of her own semen slightly salty upon her tongue as she slowly sucked his digit, rolling her tongue against it and swallowing what fluids she cleaned from it. She moaned a little as she did so, ignoring the metallic taste of the ring which she had chosen to ignore before—or rather the ring which she had learned to ignore through repeated experience. There was a part of her which had had to learn to deal with married men coming to her, and in the end she acknowledged that she could not and should not judge those whom she did not know. There were a hundred and one reasons why a married man might come to her, and a percentage of those were bound to be cases to which Francesca could relate, or at least sympathise with.

She rolled off of him after a while, laying beside him upon her stomach with her upper body propped up on her elbows. Her large, round breasts hung firmly between her arms, and her long, chocolate brown tresses hung about her shoulders, easily reaching the mattress. She seemed to have a glow about her, and though it was probably just the mark of sexual exertion, she looked radiantly nonetheless.

"Well?" she purred, casting her brown eyes up towards him. "Was that everything you dreamed of?"

 

[Yenpointfive]

Alex didn't interrupt her as she cleaned each of his fingers in turn, though the moan took him by surprise and made him chuckle a little bit. She definitely knew how to make the little stuff sexy. Sadly he knew that he didn't have all night and wouldn't have a chance for round two. He found it hard to take his eyes off her, watching as she rolled over and trained her gaze upon him. She certainly seemed to have enjoyed herself and he had to admit, if she was faking it completely then she would have made more money as an actress than as an escort because she even had him buying it at this point.

He gave her a cryptic grin when she asked him how it was. "Wondering whether I'll be back?" He asked. Alex was new at this and she wasn't, but that didn't mean he had to give away everything he was thinking. He glanced over at the clock and then back to her. "I've still got a couple more minutes and I need a shower." He said as he slipped off of the bed, standing and glancing back to her. "Coming?" He asked with a smile. Unless she was feeling ambitious they didn't have long enough left tonight to get up to anything terribly fun but he had to head home and she probably had another client booked after him to clean up for.