Thread: His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

In the next elevator, the man had fished out his small dick and was going full bore at it. He was alone over there, and Paul saw him now and what he was up to. He smirked saying, I hope you like this, Charolette, putting on a show for strangers, because I think we will be doing quit a lot of it. He moaned through clentched teeth as she began to get her rhythem. The fact that she was fucking herself just made this all the more ideal. Her hot, so so hot, wet pussy clung to him, gripped him as she would slid up and the welcome him as she slid down. Her body was the perfect tightness. Some women were too loose and you felt nothing with them. Some were so tight you had a hard time getting all the way in. Charolette's pussy was perfect, like it was made to mold around his cock. He let her go, not interfearing for several minutes, just relishing her enthusiasm. However he could only wait just so long before he got in on the act himself. He reached up, lightly scratching her back with one hand and the other he took a firm grip on her luscious hip. He started out slowly, pulling his cock until it was almost completely out and then sliding it achingly slowly back in. The man in the next elevator caught his eye again and he gave her a little pop on the ass to get her attention. He reached over her shoulder and pointed. I think our friend is going to... The man ejaculated onto the glass in front of him, his cum firing off in huge gobbes and running streaks down the otherwise prestine elevator. MMMM yea, he has the right idea. He grabbes her hips with both hands now and begins to really fuck her in earnest. It has begun to get hot in the elevator, and she can feel little dropplets of sweat beading on her forehead and breasts. She feels his hands reaching up to grope her tits. He squeezes them, slapps them together, and even pinches and pulles at her nipples. Then it was like he shifted gears. His hands held her tits like they were made to be, gripping them for counterbalance as his cock began its final assault. His grunts and groans bacame totally incoherant as his thrusts became wild and untimed. The final sign of his impending orgasm was a slight rise in his cock as it prepared to lauch his seaman into her. Launch it did, filling her as it splattered against her cervix and churned frothy as it leaked out the sides and ran down her inner thighs. When the very last of him was in her and his cock was speant he pulled it out of her. He wiped it on her ass cheek before stuffing it back into his pants. He breathed heavily and gave her permission to redress. He ordered her not to wipe him off, but to allow him to run down her body and dry on her inner thighs before cleaning it. He also gave her the name of a spa where she was to go and have herself waxed bald. He demanded that there be no hair what so ever from her asshole to her waist. Lastly he told her to meet him in the foyer again at 6 o'clock, as they were going to get her nipples pierced. And for God's sake wear something slutty. He let the elevator go when she was dressed. He rode it back down with her, and even walked her to her car. He did not ask for a kiss, but clearly he wanted one. He thinks eventually he might demand one, but for now he will let her decide if she wants that much intimacy.