That breaks her out of her trance. She turns over and lays her head on her hand with her elbow propped against the pillow. Seeing her stretched out on the bed, fully naked with her beautiful breasts accompanying her gorgeous ass and legs, I almost come right on the spot. It is as ifIam the virgin. My poor cock cannot handle her. The Prince Albert actually hurts because the head of my dick has swelled and is purple and engorged. I have to fuck her.
She offers a sweet smile. “I’m a dancer,” she says casually. “I see naked men every day.”
“And you never fucked any of them?” That seems shocking.
“The dance community is small. If you sleep with a fellow dancer, the world knows, and well, I just… I’m pretty private. And a lot of the men are gay. The ones that aren’t, well, they can have any woman they want.”
“And none of them have wanted you?”
“I don’t give off ‘I’m available’ vibes.” She bites her lip.
I want to be the one biting it.
“Ah, so you’re a prude,” I tease. “That makes sense.” I get in bed with her, and she scoots way over to make room for me. “Not so far, princess, my cock isn’tthatbig.” I grab her arm before she gets too far away.
“What do you want me to do?” She breathes, obviously nervous.
“Do you want to touch it?” I prop my head on my hand on the pillow in a mirror image of her, and my massive erection stabs between us. I try to act like I am not aching for her.
“Does it hurt?” she asks, stroking her thumb over my platinum cock ring, making my pre-cum literally pour out of me.
“The cock ring doesn’t, no. But being this aroused is a little uncomfortable.” I laugh. “I really want this.” I lean over and kiss her soft, pillowy lips. “Are you ready?”
“Okay.” She looks into my eyes, her mask a little askew.
I right it and bring her in closer to me. “Just relax,” I tell her as I lean in and kiss her beautiful mouth.
Her tongue is soft and her mouth warm, tasting of scotch and the flavor of her lip gloss. From what I can see of her eyes under the mask, she isn’t wearing much makeup at all, which is good because she doesn’t need it. She is long and lean and strong, and I finally am able to brush my hands down her body and feel her small, perky tits. They are tiny, pert, and soft.
“Ah,” she gasps as I put my mouth on one of them and suck in the turgid bud, my cock wetting her hip with its ferocious need.
I take the other tit into my mouth and suck on it hard, nibbling just a little bit, which gets me another gasp and a tiny mewl from her. Her hands fly to my hair—I think to stop me at first—but it feels too good. Instead, her fingers massage my scalp, making me come on her belly without even touching myself. This woman is driving me absolutely insane. I can say with all honesty that no other woman has ever made me so feral for a good fucking. She is literally sex on a stick, but she demands love and respect.
“I’m going to make love to you. Do you consent? Mrs. Cock?” In truth, I am going to fuck her brains out, but she doesn't need to hear me say that; she will feel it soon enough. We are playing house, and I want her to be comfortable.
She laughs a little as she traces her hand down my side, over my hip, and to my thigh. “Ah, Mrs. Cock sounds so licentious. Can you just call me Red?” Her cheeks bloom into a crimson blush.
“Tonight you belong to my Cock, my Red-Masked, Rooster wife. Let my cock have you. Don’t be embarrassed; lean into this and enjoy it. You’re too beautiful not to be adored, and ravaged.” I kiss her warm, flushed cheek.
“You’re beautiful too,” she marvels—so fucking sweet.
“Is that a yes?” I stroke the hair that has fallen from her bun out of her eyes.
Though I can't see her face, she has stunning deep blue eyes. Herhair, which had been neatly pulled into a bun, has unraveled. I pull the pins out of it, and it cascades down her shoulders, shiny and iridescently midnight. She smiles, and I wish I could peel the mask from her face. I want to see it, want to know that she is as stunning as I believe her to be. Anonymity is the reason we are in this bed together, but I am overwhelmed by my need to see her beauty. For a moment, I regret that I’ll never know her.
“Yes,” she says softly, touching the half of my face the mask doesn’t cover.
My stubble has started to come in salt and pepper gray. She is young—she must be at least ten to fifteen years younger than myself—but that doesn't matter for tonight. She doesn't seem to mind our age difference, and since we are going to be nothing but one night, I can be her everything.
With her consent, I dive my tongue into her sweet mouth, tasting her again as I lay on top of her, feeling her slight body under mine. Having a mind of their own, my hips undulate against her soft, wet center. I have to get her ready for me. I kiss my way down her beautiful body; she smells like lavender skin cream. I kiss her breasts, her belly, her hips. I kiss all the way down to her perfectly trimmed pussy hair, with her giggling and barely breathing.
“Oh my God,” she whispers as her belly rises and falls in sporadic bursts.
“I’ll be your god, princess.” I smile at her before sliding my tongue into her pussy while using my thumbs to open her up.
Lapping up all the deliciousness between her legs, I press my fingers inside of her—first using one, then two. I feel the barrier of her virginity and gently stroke my fingers in and out of her while sucking on her beautiful clit. All parts of her are so pretty. She has a pale pink pussy, with delicate labia and a sweet, aroused gape into her sanctuary. Her clit is a tiny nub hiding behind a lovely little hood of flesh. Perfectly framed, it is the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Again, I regret that this will be our one and only time together.
“Ah.” Her hands stroke through my hair again as she shivers withpre-orgasmic bliss.
