LA 2070 (Closed for SongstressWithAPen)

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Mia didn't really care where they sat. The restaurant was beautiful on both floors. The first floor may have been the busiest of the two floors, the place to enjoy the crowd, and be seen. But the second seemed far more intimate. Walking through the first floor and all the celebrities had satisfied Mia's need for attention. Sitting in a big c-shaped booth, the window at their backs, the dozen or so tables in front of them on the second floor, they still looked as if they were holding court. The only thing that really mattered to her was the man she was sitting next to, and the intimate, romantic atmosphere. It didn't matter to Mia who or how many saw them.

After chuckling from her joke about dessert, Kameron began to explain the menu to her. She had her own holographic menu in front of her, but ended up looking at his, instead. This brought them closer together. Mia's bare arm brushed his teal jacket-covered one. Their legs touched. Strands of her silky, chestnut-colored hair might have grazed his broad shoulder. Surely the scent of her perfume and shampooed hair combined to swirl it's way around him. Whether it be from his soap, his cologne, or natural, Mia was quite lost in how good he smelled. How warm he was. How right he felt.

Though she was hungry, she found it difficult to concentrate. Kameron's voice was so soothing, sensual. The more he continued to talk, the more she was lulled, and tempted to just order whatever it was he was having. Luckily, she shook herself out of that spell pretty quickly. She was not one of those girls. The type who ordered, or agreed with every single thing the guy she was with liked to make herself seem perfect in their eyes. However, he did make some good points.

Kam obviously frequented this place. It would make the most sense to take the advice of someone who had eaten here multiple times. Smiling up at him, she said, "Maybe I'll try a synthetic filet. With a side of farofa. It looks delicious. Ooo...and definitely a side of carmalized bananas. I'll even share my bananas with you, Mr. Real Estate, so you can still have dessert and look after your figure."

Mia was teasing, of course. With his rippling muscles, washboard abs, and tight ass, Kam could afford to splurge on the calories every once in a while, much like Mia. Since they had burned God knows how many calories in the car, alone, getting dessert and carmalized bananas wouldn't affect them much. The prices were much like Mia expected for a place such as this. Though, she didn't worry much about it. Kam could more than afford it, it was his suggestion, and his treat. She was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

The waiter came back to their table with bread, water, and the glasses for their wine. Once he dropped everything off and left, she immediately went for a piece of the delicious-smelling stuff. Mia broke off a small piece of her roll, and gracefully put it in her mouth as she set the rest on the small bread plate in front of her. Immediate flavor burst upon her tongue and she couldn't help but moan softly as she chewed, then swallowed. "Mmmmm...that is good."

In the midst of her flavor-gasm, Mia grabbed Kam's leg to give it a squeeze. Another piece of bread was popped into her mouth to be enjoyed while she rubbed his leg. Pressed so close, she could hear the change in his breathing, as well as feel the muscles in his legs tighten as she continued to touch him. A pleased grin spread to her lips before she asked him about speaking multiple languages. She knew she was getting to him, and it turned her the hell on.

His voice was a little shaky when he answered, and though she was interested in what other languages he spoke, he took that moment to place one of his big, warm hands on her leg. The touch affected her as much as her touch had affected him. Mia inhaled sharply at the shock his touch had to her senses. Her breathing hitched. Eyelashes fell to half-mast while her gaze moved to his lips. Damn, she wanted to kiss him so very badly.

Their conversation stilted, because now their sole focus was on pleasure. She didn't get the opportunity to reveal that she spoke Italian. The language of her father, his father, and so on, all Caputo children had been expected to learn it. It was the only language, other than English, that she was fluent in. It was something he could learn about her later. Now, all Mia was focused on was how freaking good his swirling fingers felt against the soft, smooth skin of her inner-thigh.

Perfectly straight, white teeth bit down upon her lower lip as his fingers moved higher and higher between her legs. A soft laugh/moan vibrated in her chest when he admitted his current fantasy of doing illegal things to her on the table. A full-bodied shudder took her. Mia audibly swallowed before she licked the dryness from her soft, painted lips. Her own fingers moved in slow, sweeping caresses higher and higher up his rock-hard thigh.

"Hmmm...why don't you enlighten me? What sort of act or acts would you like to do to me that would get you arrested, Kameron?" Her voice was soft, breathy. It was a familiar sound, considering she spoke in just this way many of the conversations they had. Interesting since it wasn't the actual timbre of her voice. Kameron just either rattled her or turned her on so much that she couldn't catch her breath.

Beneath her dress, Kameron could feel the moist heat coming from the apex of her thighs. Once his fingers ascended high enough, he would likely find her skin sticky with new arousal. Mia's attraction to Kameron was so intense that she couldn't control herself. One touch, one look, the sound of his voice was all it took to make her hot for him all over again.

She spread her legs wide enough that he wouldn't have any trouble moving his hand in between. The position not only opened her up for whatever he chose to do, it hiked her dress up her thighs. It was a good thing the table and cloth blocked the other diner's views, because the hem of her silver dress now sat indecently high. It hadn't reached or revealed her crotch, yet, but was incredibly close. Kam, however, had a perfect, unimpeded view of all that smooth, tan skin. He could see anything and everything he wanted.

Mia was so lost in Kameron, his touch, and his intense gaze, that she forgot that they were in a restaurant. The other diners fell away. The noise of silverware clinking on expensive dinnerware, the hum of others conversing or laughing, she heard none of it. It was his fingers she focused on, so close to her aching pussy that she felt she would go mad if he didn't make contact soon. She was ensared by the look in his eyes or the sound of his voice.

Until the voice of their waiter cut through all of it and brought her crashing into reality. At least, the reality of being in a public restaurant. Mia looked and felt dazed as their waiter presented and opened their bottle of wine at their table. Kameron's calloused fingers were still beneath her dress, inching closer and closer to her core. She noticed that she was panting softly. Her chest rose and fell unevenly. Damn. He was surpassing and exceeding the sexual challenge she had laid out in the hovercar parking lot. And he hadn't even really touched her yet!

So dazed was Mia that she didn't recall the waiter pouring the sample of wine for Kam to taste, to confirm it was the bottle he wanted. She didn't remember the waiter pouring half a glass each once Kam tasted and accepted the wine. Apparently, the waiter took her order: the synthetic Filet, medium rare, a side of farofa, and carmalized bananas. He took Kam's, though she wouldn't be able to recall what he ordered. She remembered shivering at the deep, seductive sound of his voice, but that was it.

Her sole focus was on his fingers and when they would finally make contact with her most intimate place, in another highly public place. Her own hand had stopped it's ascension high on his inner-thigh, only to squeeze erratically. The waiter finally turned to leave and Mia immediately lifted her chin so their gazes could meet. Kameron would see the desperate frenzy within her eyes. Would feel the way her body trembled, how she squirmed. Would hear when she directed her whisper of a voice up to his ear, and his ear only, to beg. "Please, Kameron....for the love of God, please touch me...."~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Although Kameron did interact with the waiter, and although he did sample the wine, he did these things on autopilot. His attention was on Mia—on how close she was, her fragrance, the silkiness of her skin, the firmness of her leg, and the desire in her eyes. He only glanced at the waiter now and then as he placed his order or approved the wine.

“This will do, Matthew,” Kameron said after tasting the wine. As lost as he was, he wasn’t so lost that he couldn’t read the waiter’s metallic name tag. “Thanks,” was what he said after Matthew took both of their orders. Even before the server left, Kameron’s gaze was again on Mia’s. Their faces were so close it looked like they were about to make out. Instead, they stared into each other’s eyes, breathing so close that they could feel each other’s breaths against their lips.

Mia asked him what he wanted to do to her. “I’d like to clear the table—knock away the bread and spill the expensive wine all over what I’m sure is an expensive carpet. Then I’d fuck you on the table in front of all these strangers.”

“How would you like that? How’d you like my cock splitting you open, and me holding your legs up in the air while these people watched? You like cumming in front of an audience, right?” His eyes were either on hers, or on her juicy lips. “Of course you do, because you came so hard in the car with all those eyes, all those cameras on you.” He still hadn’t mentioned that his hovercar had a video scrambler, but they could talk about that some time later.

Kameron gently scratched the inside of Mia’s thigh, back and forth. Little by little, his nimble fingers got closer and closer to her snatch. They were so close, he could feel the heat emanating from it.

It was then that Mia begged him to touch her. Her plea caused his engorged cock to swell and nearly explode out of his pants. “Touch you, like this?” Finally, he touched her vagina for the first time inside of the restaurant. Using the tip of his middle finger, he caressed her secret lips; he traced them, around and around, pleased by how hot and how soaked she already was. That thick fingertip spread her pussy lips apart without entering her...not yet. He teased her labia like this for a little while.

Before too long, his thumb found her clitoral hood. He massaged her clit through the hood for several delightful seconds before his thumb made direct contact with it. He rubbed her clit, up, down, and around. He flicked it, softly, too. Then there, under the table but in front of so many potential watchers, he slipped his thick middle finger inside of her.. Slowly, surely, he finger-fucked her hot, velvet hole while simultaneously administering to her clit.

Not caring who was watching, Kameron kissed her. The two of them made out in front of anyone and everyone who watched. What they did, visibly, was enough to turn some on and make others uncomfortable. What he did to her under her skirt would’ve been enough to get the cops called on them. But because of the relationship that Kameron and his organization had with João, the owner would not have kicked them out if they were discovered.

Mia would need to be quiet so they wouldn’t get caught. Kameron’s kiss and his tongue inside of her mouth helped to muffle any noises she made.

His middle finger was thrusting in and out of her, and his thumb was flicking her clit when the waiter returned with their meals. Maybe Mia came before he returned; maybe not.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Mia was so out of sorts, so lost in Kameron that she didn't even have the capacity to look at the waiter's nametag. In the back of her addled mind, she wondered who Matthew was and why Kameron mentioned him. Matthew was soon forgotten when Kam began to answer her question about what he wanted to do to her on top of the table that would get him arrested. His answer was exactly what she expected from a man who had his hand beneath her dress, in the middle of a restaurant. It was highly sexual, it was very naughty, and it was hot as hell.

Half-lidded, chocolate eyes were molten as he spoke. They were hazy with her arousal. A shiver overtook her from the powerful visual his words inspired. In her mind's eye, she could see him clear the table with a swipe of an arm, plop her ass on top of the table, spread her legs, and plow into her in the middle of the restaurant. She could even see the wide-eyed reactions of the people he fucked her in front of. The more he spoke, the more uneven her breathing became.

He asked her how she would like having an audience watch him split her open, watch her cum. She couldn't answer with words. Only soft whimpers passed by her lips. But she didn't have to respond because Kam responded for her, mentioned how hard she came when he fucked her in his hovercar in front of the outdoor diners, which meant she loved what he had suggested they do on top of the table. She shivered again, and the hand upon his thigh squeezed so hard he would feel the bite of her nails through his slacks.

The tip of her tongue slipped out to wet the dryness from her lips, but it didn't help because her entire throat was dry. On their ride here from fucking in front of the crowd, Mia had wondered if those videos were already plastered all over the internet. She didn't know about Kam's illegal video scrambler, and wouldn't until it was brought up at another time.

All Mia's focus was on his breathtakingly handsome face- as blurry as it was - and his hand as it torturously scratched higher and higher up her thigh. Mia begged and finally received a reprieve. The moment she felt his finger against her pussy lips, all the breath whooshed from her. Her eyes closed and she turned her face into his shoulder. He would feel her entire body tremble against his. Kam would know how turned on she was by how his finger slid so easily through her slick folds.

The moment he touched the hood of her clit, Mia softly moaned his name. The leg closest to his lifted so it could rest on top of his. The toe of her silver heel wrapped around his pant-covered calf, to spread her wider in the booth and beneath the table for his sinful and seeking finger. Her hand moved from the thick, masculine thigh her leg now rested on, to his other thigh. Mia could easily slip into his lap. In fact, she was practically there. But to everyone else that happened to look upon them, the two love-birds were just pressed extremely close together.

Down below, Mia's dress was hiked even higher than it had been before. If it weren't for Kam's big hand blocking her view, she might have been able to catch a glimpse of her honey-soaked pussy lips. But her eyes weren't on the movements of his hand as he stroked her clit, flicked it so brazenly. They were currently closed, her face buried within his arm, as she tried not to make too much noise in response to the sensation that barreled through her. What did escape to meet with his ear were breathy whimpers and mewls.

Until that thick finger slid inside of her cunt. Mia's eyes opened wide, her head turned to face forward, and the dozen or so tables that faced them. She bit her bottom lip hard to keep from crying out as her hips lifted off of the booth seat. The effort it took to keep her composure had sweat forming upon her brow. One hand was in a tight fist, while the other had a death-grip upon his thigh. At times, Mia's pussy would contract against his finger, which told Kam that she made eye-contact with one or two people at other tables. They likely had no idea what was going on, but Mia didn't need them to know. The fact that it was happening in public at all was good enough for her.

Kameron then kissed her, Mia breathing a soft, desperate moan into his mouth. The way she ate at his lips told him how completely aroused she was. How lost. How overwhelmed. Below, her lower-body moved in time to the strokes of his finger. Inside, she was tight, hot, sticky, and slippery. It wouldn't take long at all for her to cum. She had been primed since she grabbed his crotch in jest from behind as they exited the hovercar, earlier.

To those that watched, really watched the two make out, they would likely realize what was going on beneath the table. Mia's lower body was blocked by the table and table cloth, but the undulations her hips made could be seen in how her shoulders or breasts slightly moved and rocked. To those that just glanced their way, saw them kissing, then responded to those at their own table, they would only see two people who enjoyed making out in public. Those who really paid attention, would gather more, even if it was subtle.

While his tongue dipped inside her mouth, tangled with her tongue, or vice-versa, Mia's hand slipped from his thigh to his erection. Unfortunately for Kam, the only thing she could do in her present, delirious state was squeeze or rub at his cock through his pants. Once she had her wits about her, she would gladly return the favor by taking him in hand beneath the table. Hell, she would probably be willing to suck him off at this point. Not only was she so drunk off of his kiss and willing to do anything, she was dizzy from the ecstasy from his finger, and the fact that it was all happening in the middle of a high-end restaurant and it's high-end clientele. There was only so much she could do. So much she could take.

The food arrived without Mia ever realizing. That wasn't quite true. In the back of her mind, she registered the presence of someone or someones, then the delicious scent of steak. However, it wasn't enough to bring her out of the sexual stupor Kam had gotten her into. No, she was full-fledged fucking his finger now, public be damned. She wouldn't come out of it until he made her cum.

That would happen soon after their food was dropped off. Since their make-out session was visibly hot and heavy, Matthew didn't say a word as he placed their plates in the vicinity of where they each sat, and left. Even he knew not to interrupt what he thought was one of the hottest kisses he had ever seen. That's not to say, however, that he wouldn't talk about it with all of the other wait staff and cooks when he got back to the kitchen. It would likely get to João, himself.

Word would have spread without Matthew. Unbeknownst to the stripper and her criminal, there was already a buzz on the second-floor among the other diners. Funny thing was, they were only privvy to what they saw above the table. If they saw what was happening below, they would be absolutely scandalized. Especially when Mia came.

Kameron would feel her pussy grip his finger, squeeze it the way she squeezed his dick when she came. She squeaked inside of his mouth, thankful for a buffer to muffle the sound. Below, her butt shook wildly, fucking his finger while those inner-walls rhythmically contracted. His finger, hell, his whole hand would be wet with her cum as it flowed forth. His cock became the unwitting victim of her clenched hand. Fingers opened, then closed, opened, then closed over the rock-hard phallus that fought through the fabric to be skin-to-skin.

One thing Mia would learn from this experience was that a Kameron-induced orgasm made it really, really difficult to keep quiet. Almost impossible. At one point, she accidentally bit his lip to keep from screaming from the incredible pleasure that swept through her. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it did give him a sting. What made her orgasm more intense was the public nature of their display. Mia knew people were probably watching; they were causing a bit of a scene. God help her, she loved it even more. Soaked in the unintelligible whispers she heard even through the roaring in her ears. She could feel eyes on her. On them. It didn't matter who was watching, just that they were.

They would kiss until Mia finished floating down from the ecstasy of her orgasm. Slowly, her body eased. From the hand at his cock, to the leg that wrapped around his, to her tightly curled toes, her body began to relax. The aftershocks calmed, eventually not overtaking her so often. She would break free of his lips first, her breathing still uneven, but not nearly as heavy as it had been. Through blurry eyes, she directed a dazed smile to his face. Another soft kiss to his lips before she whispered against them. "Yet another experience I will never, ever forget. That was incredible."

If he hadn't had the opportunity to cum in his pants, which would suck and be really messy, she would gladly help him along in that area, unless he had different plans. Even in the midst of her release, Mia could feel that he was rock-hard, and wanted her bad. Anything he wanted, she would give to him. Fuck, she would even climb into his lap and ride him right now, though that would likely get them arrested for real. If he had already cum, then they could quietly and gently kiss and talk until they had enough energy to eat what smelled like a delicious dinner.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

“Thirty-seven is making a scene,” Matthew the waiter whispered to his manager, Beverly. “It looks like the intro to a porno out there. What should I do about it? Should I ask them to stop, or could you, maybe, talk to them…?” The plea for help in his voice was as clear as a bird call.

Trying to appear as casual as she could, Beverly sidestepped around Matthew in order to get an unobstructed view of table 37. She watched the two diners without staring directly at them. It was as bad as the waiter had warned—the man and the woman were making out, brazenly, and the other diners on the floor were watching and whispering among themselves. It also appeared as though the man was doing things to the woman under the table. Beverly hoped that wasn’t the case, but that’s what it looked like. If this wasn’t stopped soon, someone would walk out, and maybe the police would be called, as well.

The two diners’ kiss ended, and when they pulled their faces away from one another, Beverly got a good look at who the tall, bearded man in the teal jacket was. “Shit,” she blurted under her breath.

“What is it?” Matthew didn’t have Beverly’s subtlety, so he stared directly at table 37. “They stopped kissing, so that’s good, yeah?”

“Stop looking at them!” The manager’s whisper was harsh. “Yes, if they’re done, then that’s good. But if they continue, you can’t say anything to them, and neither can I. The guy is Mr. Alualua, and he’s on João’s ‘special list’.”

Matthew didn’t need any clarification. “What if the other customers complain?”
“Tell them the owner will take care of the situation. I’m going to speak to João’s now.” Beverly paused to see if Matthew had any more questions before she walked away to find her boss.

Matthew took a deep breath and went to check on his tables. If any had complaints about what was happening at 37, he would be the first to hear them.

*****

The taste of Mia’s kiss was fresh on Kameron’s taste buds, and his lips were still tingling, joyously. Pulling his face back, he watched the end of Mia’s orgasm. She sure cums beautifully. He felt how beautiful it was, too. Her feminine walls clamped down onto his middle finger so tightly, and he wished he could stick his dick in her right then and there, but as crazy as he was for her, he wasn’t so crazy that he wanted the cops called. We’re not in my car; we can’t just fly away if we get into trouble, this time.

He removed his finger, and laughed, breathlessly, when her pussy tried to keep it inside. With his hand still inside of her short skirt, he cupped her cunt and massaged it until it stopped quivering so intensely. The way she continued to roll her hips against his hand turned him on so damn much!

He had come close to cumming—close, but no reward. His phallus was so engorged that it ached, and he could feel the dampness of precum inside of his underwear. It felt like his dick was angry at him for not fucking her; he did his best to calm down his desire.

Kameron removed his hand from Mia’s body and from her skirt. His first instinct was to lick her cream off his fingers and palm while staring at her eyes, and while the people around them watched, but instead he smiled, took the cloth napkin from the tabletop, and used it to wipe off his hand. I’m going to need a new napkin.

Moment before, Mia told him that getting fingered in a fancy restaurant was another experience she would always remember. Now, he thought about more memorable experiences they could make together. Still leaning in close to her, he whispered, “What do you say we go to the restroom and you suck me off, hm? I’m going out of my mind here!”

The two of them enjoyed another kiss, this one shorter than the previous, but its passion was just as hot. After he pulled away, he touched his lips to Mia’s bare shoulder for a light, slurping kiss. Then he glanced in the direction of the bathrooms. As his gaze traveled that way, it passed over several faces. Some of them wore expressions of shock and mild disgust, while others wore expressions of barely-disguised lust. I bet some of these people are going to fuck tonight thinking about me and Mia. He made eye contact with a man who immediately looked down at his half-eaten steak, which made Kameron chuckle.

He glanced at the hallway where the bathrooms were located; further down that same hall was João’s office. He saw a tall Asian woman walking down that hall—although he didn’t know her name, he recognized her as one of the restaurant’s owners. Walking one or two steps behind her was a man wearing a black and white chef’s uniform, and whose skin was even darker than Kameron’s. It was João, and judging by his expression, he was worried about something.

Poor guy looks like he’s about to have a heart attack.

Kameron grinned and nodded at the restaurant owner, and gave him a casual, friendly salute using the hand that was still a little sticky with Mia’s cum. Then he turned to her and looked into her eyes. “We’re going to have to cool down for a little while. The owner’s staring at us, which probably means someone’s a heartbeat away from calling the cops.”

Glancing at their meal, which had been dropped off minutes before, he suddenly remembered how hungry he was. “Speaking of cooling down, we’d better eat before our food gets cold.”

The meat in both of their entrees was synthetic, but it smelled like real meat, and it almost tasted real, too. The steaks and sides were all cooked by master chefs, so of course there were no complaints there. Kameron and Mia could enjoy their high-priced meal while they both cooled off a little. And in the middle of their meal, the restaurant’s owner would approach them for a short conversation.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~The orgasm he induced under the table with his fingers still had her dazed. Kameron pulled his big hand and thick finger from beneath the skirt of her dress and all that hot, moist flesh he manipulated and pleasured to perfection. Mia's thighs were wet and sticky with her cum and she squirmed to find a position where it felt like it wouldn't leak out onto the booth seat. It didn't, but her dress was hiked to her crotch, so the lower globes of her ass rubbed against the seat, making it feel that she was spreading her cream all around.

Kam's face was still so close, even after they stopped kissing. She could feel puffs of his heavy, labored breaths against her lips. Her head rested against the back of the booth seat, face turned inward to look at his. The blood moved through her sated body like molasses. Any motion she made took effort, and looked that way, as well. He had done his job. Had done it so well that she had trouble with the simplest of movents. But Kam made it worse, so much worse when he suggested they excuse themselves to the restrooms where she could suck him off.

Eyes still cloudy from the power of her release, darkened. A soft laugh/moan left her lips as her body responded with a delighted shiver. "Hell yes, amante. Just lead the way, I'll suck you off anywhere, anytime..." And she meant it. Mia was so consumed by him, she had even used the Italian word for lover, which she had never used. Ever. If she had her wits about her, she would have been appalled at herself. But ever since she had met Kameron, she hadn't been thinking straight. Hence the new, Italian pet-name. The only other person she used a pet-name with was her brother. If and when she came to the surface to breathe, she would know that this was so unwise. She had it really, really bad for him. Now however, she was more than happy to keep on playing into this delusion that she could successfully have a relationship.

Unaware of Kameron's linguistic implant, she was unsure if he understood the little word or not. Either way, he found out that she spoke Italian. He wouldn't know she was fluent unless he asked. It was yet another clue she was carelessly handing him about who she really was, without thoughts of consequence. Like Kameron, Mia had stuff to hide. And again like Kameron, she was not being very careful about keeping the information close to her well-endowed chest. The worlds would eventually collide, and while they were both of the same thought that they didn't want to let the other go, things would eventually surface about who they really were. The question was, would those revelations scare the other away?

Kameron kissed her again. Though it didn't last nearly as long as the previous kiss, the act left her breathless, with her toes curled into her sexy, silver heels. His kiss to her bare shoulder raised goosebumps upon her skin at the place he kissed, as well as her entire arm. She attempted to calm herself and her body enough so she could walk without care(or aid) to accompany him to the bathroom. Unfortunately, their intimate jig was apparently up.

Not only did the other diners sense what had gone on between them, it seemed like the owner did, too. Kam informed her that they needed to cool things down, for now. Mia gave him a feigned look of disappointment as well as a playful pout. But was it really feigned? "Sad. I was very much looking forward to that tour of the restroom." One last gentle squeeze of his cock was given before she spoke once more. "Don't worry, I can just as easily suck you off when we get back to your hovercar. In fact, I will insist upon it."

It was difficult, but Mia removed her hand from his crotch, lifted her bare leg from atop his, scoot an inch or two away, and set that leg down upon the seat of the booth they shared. Their thighs still touched, but she gave them both enough room to eat without looking as if she were sitting in his lap. The scent of their food hit her nostrils, and her stomach growled. It was past time to eat.

Mia dug in immediately, giving the diners in the restaurant another type of show. A more sophisticated show. Knife and fork in hand, she cut into her synthetic steak, and put the piece she had cut into her mouth. Immediately, the meaty flavor burst upon her tongue. Eyes flicked to her new lover, and sexy date. "Mmm...this is delicious. You're right, I can barely taste the difference."

Hungry, Mia remained fairly quiet while they ate. She ate much like she did the night before when they had Thai out of take-out dishes. She didn't stuff her mouth with food or suck it down. Mia enjoyed every bite, chewing, savoring, and then swallowing before moving on to the next piece. Just as she had been taught. The sides she ordered were just as good as the steak, and at one point, she offered Kameron a bite of the caramelized banana he had suggested she try. If he took it, she would smile. If not, she would still smile, though it would be accompanied by a shrug as she put the offered bite in her own mouth.

Their attraction, the sexual-tension was still there. Mia figured it would always be there, simmering beneath the surface. And while it didn't seem as if they had any self-control, it was taking all of hers not to sink beneath the table on her knees, and open up his pants to suck his erection down her throat. Instead, she took a bite of steak, here, a bite of farofa, there, or smoothly sipped her wine.

About halfway through her steak, João would make his appearance at their table. How she noticed anything other than Kam, she would never know. Maybe he noticed, too. Or maybe he was too caught up in his food, and/or Mia. The same man she had spied near the restrooms that Kameron pointed out, looked to their table as he headed their way. Resting her fork and knife on the sides of her plate, she gave her date's leg a squeeze. "Someone is coming to our table. João, I assume?"

Mia prepared herself to meet the man who's namesake shined in neon on this building. While she was here on a date and out to enjoy herself as much as possible, she still wanted to make a positive impact on the owner of the restaurant and associate of her date. She made great arm-candy, yes. But she was also classy and polished enough to make a great impression with a business associate, or at an elegant, upscale event. This evening wasn't the best example of the impression she could leave, what with the whole make-out and orgasm thing in public. But once she opened her mouth, it was apparent that she wasn't a bimbo. Mia was far from it.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

After removing his finger from Mia’s body, Kameron licked her honey off. It was shortly after that when she referred to him as “amante.” The chip inside of his head informed him of the meaning, which brought a smile to his lips. “I like the sound of that,” he told her in Italian.

“Excuse me for a moment.” Kameron gave her a brief but scalding kiss, then slid off his seat. He left her alone for several minutes so he could use the restroom. While he was there, he freshened up a bit by splashing water on his face and dabbing at his neck with wet fingers, something he had wanted to do ever since walking into the restaurant. Because he and Mia had gotten so hot in the ride over here, that little bit of water felt as refreshing as a bath in a waterfall. Once he was refreshed, he returned to their table, chugged down a glass of water, and then began to dig into his expensive meal with her.

The meat was fake, the sides were real, and the entire meal was delicious. Considering how much it costs, it damn well should be tasty! The company was even better. Although he noticed she was a little quiet during the meal, the two of them still enjoyed some light conversation; they even managed to avoid talking about sex, and the flirting was kept to a minimum, for now. They needed a cool-down period, and the meal would serve that purpose.

Mia mentioned how she could barely taste the difference between the synth meat and the real thing. “They say that California produces the best synth meat in the country, and so far I haven’t tried anything to prove that wrong. It also helps that João and his chefs are masters at cooking the stuff.” He took a sip of wine, which went well with the synth steak. It was convenient that a drink that had been around for many thousands of years could go so well with a food that had been around for only a few decades.

Later, when Mia offered him some caramelized banana, he took a bite right off of her fork. That was the most intimate thing they did following the under-the-table finger fucking. His suggestion to go to the bathroom to do more than finger fuck hung heavy between them, but before they could follow through with it, João began to weave his way toward them.

The restaurant’s namesake was in his 30s, and although he was a little younger than Kameron, he looked older because his slicked-back, black hair was thinning. In this age where plastic surgery and augmentation were common, João could have easily afforded hair implants, but he preferred to go natural. He didn’t really look like a chef. Squat and sturdy, he looked more like a wrestler who happened to be wearing a chef’s outfit. João’s frame reminded Kameron of the barrels he’d see in wine cellars.

Speaking of wine, Kameron took another sip of the Zinfandel, then set his glass down right when João stopped in front of their table.

“I’m so happy to see you’re back, Kam. It’s been too long.” The smile on João’s face was especially bright on his dark face, and although Kameron suspected it was genuine, he also noticed it was strained. Poor guy’s probably gotten complaints about what me and Mia were doing. Oh well!

“Hi, João.” Reaching over the table, Kameron shook the restaurant owner’s hand. It took some effort not to laugh at the fact that he was using the same hand he had used to play with Mia’s pussy mere minutes before. “This is my date, Mia Russo.”

When Mia made eye contact with João, she may have noticed recognition on his face, for he had seen her dance at Misty’s not long ago. Because her audience was always shrouded in darkness, it was highly unlikely that she saw him, but he sure saw a lot of her.

“Ah. É um prazer conhecer você. Nice to meet you.” Nervously, João shook Mia’s hand.

Kameron mistook João’s nervousness as a result of what he and Mia had done after they sat down. “She’s lovely, isn’t she?” He said while smiling at her.

“Yes. Quite lovely, indeed.” João cleared his throat.

For the next few minutes, the restaurant owner seemed to relax, and he chit-chatted with Kameron and Mia. On the surface, the conversation was easy, light. He talked about a new special he was going to unveil next week, and how Kameron and Mia should return then to try it out. There was also some talk about some new celebrities who ate here recently. Not once did João say anything about Kameron and Mia making the other diners uncomfortable with their amorous antics—Mia would have likely noticed that omission. She would have also likely noticed that when João spoke to Kameron, it kind of sounded like an employee talking to a boss.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Surprise was etched upon her beautiful countenance when Kameron responded to the pet name she didn't even realize she had referred to him as, in a language she didn't realize she had spoken. He responded in that same language, which made him even sexier in her eyes. Every new tidbit Mia learned about Kameron added to the list of things she liked. Really, really liked. It was easy to fall hard when everything presented and learned was interesting and attractive.

Before she could respond with anything else, Kameron excused himself, briefly kissing the breath out of her. By the time she had recovered from the kiss that stunted her brain, he was halfway to what looked like the restroom. Alone at the table, the disgusted looks and comments behind hands became more prevelant at other tables. Some of the men openly looked at her with lecherous gazes.

The intensity that one or two of the men displayed had unnerved her just a little, but only because she knew for a fact they were only staring so openly because Kameron was in the bathroom, and she was alone. So, she used it. Crossing one bare leg over the other under the table, Mia took hold of her wine glass, and began sipping while she stared right back. At everyone. The women who thought she would be embarrassed by talking behind their hands began to blush, and look away. The men who stared so openly didn't seem as confident when she stared back. All by herself, wine glass in hand, she looked like a smug, yet beautiful queen, overlooking her kingdom.

Which was how Kam found her when he returned from the restroom. Mia had waited for him to get back before she started eating. Once she did, she wouldn't stop. She was starving and the food was delicious, which she commented on while they ate. The wine paired well with the steak, so it went down just as easy.

Feeding him the carmalized banana was fun and intimate. Mia couldn't help but laugh softly when he took the offered bite right off of her fork. Her face was so close to his that he could feel her warm, wine-scented breath puff against his lips. She gave a quick, teasing lick to his lips with the tip of her tongue before she leaned back and continued to eat her dinner.

Not long after, Mia noticed João making his way to their table. She quietly and politely observed the exchange between the two men with a smile before Kam introduced her. Mia took João's hand and shook as she spoke. "It's a pleasure to meet you. The incredible things I've heard about your restaurant are not even close to the truth. Your food is heavenly."

She noticed that recognition dawned in João's eyes. Unlike Kameron, Mia rightly assumed it was because he had been to Misty's and seen her dance. She had come across that look of recognition and awkwardness before. It didn't bother her in the least. In fact, it amused her. But instead of playing it up by outrageously flirting or playfully seducing like she normally did, she played the cool, classy girl on Kameron's arm.

She certainly felt like a million credits when Kam looked straight at her and complimented her loveliness, asking João if he concured. He did, but Mia barely heard it. Kam had sucked her into his web of seduction yet again. His compliment stole her breath, made it difficult to swallow. The brilliant smile she directed straight at him showed that she was truly moved by his words. A soft hand was placed high upon his thick, muscled thigh to give an affectionate squeeze. Eyes the color of chocolate softened, then began to burn with a simmering heat as she looked him in the eye.

"You two sure know how to flatter a girl. Thank you." Her words were softly spoken, and though they were meant for the both of the men, she spoke them directly to Kameron. She also leaned in to place a gentle, brief kiss to his lips before their conversation with the chef and owner continued.

They talked a few minutes longer, discussing topics that seemed like idle chit-chat. However, Mia noticed that when João mentioned the new special he was going to unveil next week, it almost seemed as if he were looking for Kameron's approval, rather than confidently revealing some new information. Hmm...that was interesting. João was the owner, was he not? Why would he seek approval from Kam?

João then began to list the latest celebrities that had dined here, which she really cared nothing about. It was as if he was reporting the latest and greatest happenings to Kam. And it was all for Kam. There was no way João would want to impress her with all this information. He didn't know her. Minutes into their conversation, a tall, Asian woman seemed to be trying to get João's attention. The owner and chef had responsibilities to attend to, apologized, and said his good-byes. This time, he only nodded in Mia's direction, but said, "It was very nice to meet you, Miss Russo. I do hope to see you here, again. I will make sure a table is available for you anytime."

Mia smiled brightly and responded sincerely, "That is so very kind of you, thank you, João. I think I can convince Kameron to bring me back." She glanced Kameron's way, a teasing smile playing upon her lips. All throughout the conversation with João, the hand that she had placed upon his thigh when he complimented her earlier had been moving. Fingers danced and caressed in no particular pattern, or kneaded the muscle. Higher and higher those fingers climbed until her hand was nearly between his legs, and mere centimeters from his crotch. She squeezed his thigh as she spoke those parting words to João, and her fingers nearly touched his cock.

The chef left their table, and Mia's eyes never left that of her date and new lover. Neither did her hand. Though there wasn't much food left on her plate, she had eaten enough to satisfy her for the rest of the night. It was time to indulge a different type of hunger that had been building since Kameron told her he wanted her to suck him off in the bathroom. For a while during the time they ate, they were able to stay away from the subject. Mia had even revealed that she became fluent in Italian because her father's family was Italian. She also revealed that her mother was English.

Now that they were finished eating, their intense, magnetic attraction bubbled to the surface. All of her thoughts now centered on what he suggested they do in the bathroom. Mia had gotten off, he hadn't. And now that dinner was over and her hand continued to move provocatively over his leg, she was sure Kam was hurtin' bad for some relief. Mouth close to his ear, she began to whisper hotly inside. "I have an urge to touch myself.....up. And I may need some assistance. Perhaps you can meet me in two minutes? I promise to make it worth your while..."

Whether he answered or not, Mia ran her fingers over his crotch and the beast that was attempting to free itself from his pants. She kneaded his shaft for several long seconds, ensuring that if he wasn't fully erect, he soon would be. The next was spoken in all Italian. "Meet me in two minutes..." Placing a soft, yet sensual kiss against his earlobe, she moved away from him and easily slid out of the c-shaped booth. Once she stood, she directed a wink his way before moving gracefully, yet enticingly towards the restrooms.

The sparkly silver dress that had been hiked nearly to her crotch while they sat, somehow righted itself before she stood. It was still short - revealing smooth, shapely, tan legs - just not indecently so. Perhaps she had adjusted the hem as she slid out of the booth. Long, silky, chestnut hair swayed with her sensual movements, revealing peeks of her bare back and that butterfly and guilded net tattoo. Everyone that had leered or spoken behind their hands about her earlier, now all seemed to watch as those rounded hips swung back and forth with a graceful sort of eroticism. She walked with confidence and ease on those sparkly heels, hinting that she spent a great deal of time wearing them - or heels like them. If they only knew.

Mia could feel many eyes upon her. Played it up just a little by adding a bit more oomph to her walk. Only when she reached the area where the restrooms were located, did she turn her head to catch a glance of the one and only man she wanted attention from. All the other attention made her feel great, upped the anticipation of what was about to occur, especially because they would all likely know and possibly hear what was about to happen. But it was the sole attention of the man she turned to glance at before disappearing through the women's restroom door that she cared to have.

Suddenly nervous, Mia took a deep, steadying breath once the door to the bathroom closed. She stood in a little antechamber, furnished with several chaise lounge chairs. Several mirrors were attached to the walls, indicating that this was a place where women could touch up their make up. The floors to the antechamber and the actual bathroom were some type of marble. There was one woman washing her hands at one of the two sinks in the bathroom. They were seperated by a long, marble countertop. Two stalls stood opposite the sinks.

The other woman looked to Mia as she passed, blushed, and looked away quickly. As the door quickly swung open, marking the woman's exit, Mia realized it was one of the women who had been talking to her table mate about her behind her hand. Anxious, Mia began to pace near the door, awaiting her invited, male guest. Hopefully, he would follow.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Mia said that she would convince Kameron to bring her back to the restaurant. “You’ve convinced me already,” he responded. Numerous ideas of where he would take her on future dates swirled around in his head like a whirlpool of thought. But if Mia wanted to come back here sooner rather than later, he’d happily make the arrangements.

João’s was called away after giving Kameron the juiciest restaurant news and gossip. Kameron barely noticed the chef’s departure, however, for Mia had once again captured his entire attention. And although there was still a little bit of synthetic steak left on his plate, it was forgotten. He had eaten enough, and now he was focused on the woman whose hand was on him.

What she did with that hand was devilishly delightful. When she toyed with his cock through his pants, she felt it swell for her. It swelled painfully for her. Kameron thought he was going to cum, which would have messed up the second pair of pants tonight. However, before that mess occurred, Mia took his hand off his barely-concealed erection. The loss of her hand evoked a mixture of disappointment and relief.

In Italian, Mia told him to meet her in the restroom in a couple of minutes. She also kissed his ear, which caused him to shiver. “Ooo…” Kameron couldn’t help but smile as that shiver shot from his ear to his spine, and then down his spine like a bullet train along a track. His linguistic implant translated her words, but he needed no chip to translate the message hidden within her words. His dick swelled once again because of the possibilities.

A goofy smile was plastered upon his tan, bearded face as he watched Mia slide, gracefully, from the c-shaped seat and then saunter away. His heart was racing; it had been racing for several minutes already. As for his cock, it wasn’t going to calm down anytime soon, so he’d have to walk from the table to the bathroom with a visible hardon.

Oh well. It’s not like I’ve got anything to be ashamed of.

Trying his best to calm down, he poured himself some more wine and took a sip. It tasted good, but it did next to nothing to cool him down. Counting the seconds while simultaneously imagining what he and Mia would do in the bathroom, he knew that two minutes had passed by the time he emptied his glass. He took his napkin and used it to wipe off his beard, and then he slid off the seat and walked toward the bathrooms. It took much of his will not to run there.

As expected, he had a raging boner that could not be hidden; he didn’t bother to try. He heard a gasp from a woman off to his side. Another woman was making her way back to her seat from the restroom, and he noticed her staring, openly, at the bulge in his pants. The attention made him throb.

Sorry, lady, I’ve got an appointment to keep in the restroom. He gave the stranger a smile as he passed her table. The man she was with didn’t like that exchange, one bit.

Looking cool but feeling so excited he couldn’t think straight, he made his way to the lady’s room and pushed the door open to find Mia waiting within. “There you are, baby,” he said with a grin. Without wasting any time, he grabbed her by her ass cheeks, pulled her to him, and made her feel how hard he was all over. The stiffness that caused the crotch of his pants to jut out was especially obvious. And now that they were reunited and oh so close, Mia could tell how raspy his breath already was. She could also smell the wine upon it.

Kameron kissed her, deeply, so she could not only smell the wine on his breath but also taste it on his tongue and lips. They had kissed so much throughout the night—they had fucked so much, too. And yet he was still so hungry for her kiss, and so eager to be inside of her once again. His lips pressed against hers so needfully, and his tongue went wild against her own.

The kiss lasted for a long while. Eventually, though, he had to pull back for air, and to see her eyes. “Oh, fuck, you were driving me crazy out there!” He hiked her short skirt up so that her ass was fully exposed. Then he noticed that there were mirrors in this antechamber. Not only that, but he paused to get a brief look around and to see what they had to work with. This was the first time he’d been in João’s lady’s room. It was immaculately clean, like the men’s room, but unlike the men’s room it didn’t have seats or quite so many mirrors.

“What is this?” Kameron chuckled. “A bathroom or a dressing room?” Glancing at the mirror directly behind Mia, he saw her perfect ass’s reflection. Two big hands claimed both of her cheeks, and he groped them while staring at the reflection. “Mmm…”

After a lengthy butt massage, he turned Mia around so that her back was to his front, and so she faced the mirror. Because her skirt was hiked, they could both see the reflection of her silky-smooth snatch. They could also see Kameron’s long, thick fingers caressing her thighs, her mound, and the very edges of her petals. “This is as good as watching video, right? It’s even better in some ways, don’t you think?” While he used both of his forefingers to tickle her sex lips, he nibbled on her bare shoulder or sucked on her neck. Sometimes, their eyes met in the reflection.

Behind her, Kameron unzipped his fly and fumbled to get his enormous erection free from his pants, at last. Mia could feel the liberated flesh poke her and rub against her ass. It was already so hard and so hot, and it felt more than ready to get sucked.

Neither of them were aware of this, but outside the restroom, João’s staff saw that the two amorous diners had retreated to the lady’s room. It didn’t take a detective to figure out what they were going to do in there, so one of the frantic staff rushed to put a “The restrooms are out of order. Sorry for the inconvenience” sign in front of the bathroom hallway. They also kept watch, ready to intercept anyone who missed the sign. They could block anyone else from going there, but they couldn’t block the raucous noise that would soon start.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~The second the bathroom door swung open, Mia's heart stopped. Would it be Kam walking through the door, eager to receive the blow job she promised? Or would it be another woman, needing to use the facilities or a mirror to touch up her makeup? Thankfully, the broad frame of her new lover filled the doorway before the door closed behind him. Mia breathed out a sigh of relief before her ass was grabbed by both of his incredibly large, talented hands, and she was pulled against his big, broad, rock-hard form.

Mia purred as the front of her body pressed against every part of the front of his. Indeed, she felt his arousal against her stomach, could nearly feel it throb with impatience. With his arms wrapped around her to grab her ass, he surrounded her with his heat, his overwhelming, dominant presence. She got drunk off of it, fed off of it. A wicked smile was painted upon her lips when he leaned down to kiss her. Mmm...now it was time to get drunk off of something else.

For what seemed like many long minutes, the two made out in the antechamber of the women's bathroom. The setting didn't seem to matter one bit. It was just another place for Kameron to make her feel hotter than she had ever felt in her life, and to bring her to yet another mind-blowing orgasm. Standing on tip-toes in her heels, her lips just as hungrily moved over his. Their tongues tangled, twisted, and lapped as if they hadn't just made out at the table in front of everyone on the second floor of the exclusive restaurant. He did taste like wine, but even better than that, he tasted like pure Kameron. And that was more potent than any alcohol.

The longer the kiss lasted, the more intoxicated she became. Breasts pressed provocatively against his chest. Bare arms wrapped themselves tightly around his neck to pull their bodies closer. Her entire body invited him to do whatever he pleased with her. And when he finally pulled their lips apart to get some air, she fought to stay so close, but only because she craved more. Eventually, their lips did part, and Mia's looked swollen from the power of his kiss.

When her eyes opened, they were liquid brown, and dark with her desire. The smile she wore deepened when he expressed how crazy she had been making him out in the dining room. With a flirtatious nibble to her bottom lip, she responded. "Mmm...you have no idea how badly I wanted to slip under the table to suck you off, or crawl into your lap to ride you in front of everyone. Poor João would've probably had a heart-attack."

Neither of the lovers realized that even though they had more privacy in here than in the dining room, they hadn't thought to lock the door. However, it was nearly impossible that someone would walk in to find them. They had no idea an "Out of Order" sign had been placed near the outside of the door, or that staff stood outside to keep other customers from getting a salacious surprise. João, as well as the other owner, and most of the staff were probably all aware that the overly-amorous couple had now relocated. Soon, most of the diners would, too.

Her smile widened when she felt the fabric of her dress slide up her skin, right before cool air hit her bare bottom. She noticed that he looked around to get the layout of the space, then laughed when he commented on it. "You know us girls. We have to look perfect from every angle before we greet the public. Though I never understood seats in the restroom. I've never seen anyone use them. But I bet they'll get used tonight, hmmm?" Kam had just begun to squeeze her now bare ass with those perfect hands. The lower part of her body began to slide against his in an erotic dance that would end with both of them breathless and dizzy from pleasure.

Kameron turned her around to face away from him with no resistance. The moment her eyes met with the reflection in the mirror, her breath caught. They looked incredible together. Beautiful. In heels, she had a bit of added height, but she still looked small in comparison to his bulky frame. Though he towered over her in height and in bulk, they fit together, perfectly. They both had darker skin; her tone more olive in color, yet tan from her time spent in the sun. In fact, Kameron was darker overall, fom his hair, to his eyes, to his skin. They certainly made a breathtaking picture.

Luckily, his fingers moving up her thighs and over her mound erased her next, troubling thoughts that they looked like they belonged together. Like they were meant to be. A pleasured sigh met with the air with the touch of those wicked fingers. She was wet, always wet when around him, so the tips of those forefingers would likely become wet, as well. Mia watched in the mirror, her moans breathy as they escaped from her lips. "Mmmmm.... watching in real-time does have its own benefits. It's an interesting form of voyerism. It's hot as hell to watch you pleasure me. The only drawback is that we can't watch it again later. Like our time in the shower together this morning. I can't wait to watch that with you."

As she spoke, and as his fingers continued to tickle her smooth, soft, nether lips, Mia moved restlessly against him. She could feel his erection push against her ass and lower back, so she shifted her body to tease him. His lips sucked upon her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The skin he nibbled upon tingled. It seemed Kam was doing everything to her, pleasuring her to the point of climax when the whole reason they came in here was so she could suck him off. Well, not only to suck him off. She assumed they would engage in other lewd acts after he came.

Kameron fumbled around to release his cock from the confines of his pants. In the mirror, she watched how his face changed from a look of erotic strain to a look of relief. The fever of lust was still in his eyes, and in the way his face contorted, but he didn't look as anguished. Soon, there would be no anguish reflected within his eyes. Looking to his eyes within the reflection, she smiled wickedly. "I think it's finally time to relieve all that pressure in your cock, what do you say, Mr. Real Estate?"

Before hearing his answer, Mia stepped away from the heat and hardness of his towering form, and turned to face him. For one.... two breathless moments, she took him in. From his eyes, down to his lips, over his broad torso, down to his throbbing shaft, Mia soaked in every inch. Once her eyes fell upon his cock, she licked her lips. Her mouth watered. She was more than ready to feast upon that beast. Before she fell to her knees, however, she repositioned them both. Right now, Kam faced the mirror, with Mia facing Kam. She turned them both to the side. All they had to do was turn their heads to see the mirror. This way, both Mia and Kam could see what she was about to do.

Now, Mia could sink to her knees before him. Once her knees hit the cool marble of the floor, burning eyes the color of chocolate lifted to meet his gaze. She directed a raunchy smile up his way before she focused her gaze, and her mouth on his dick. Mia could feel the heat radiating from his tumescent flesh. The long, thick rod was as hard as she had ever seen it. And it looked absolutely delicious. Leaning forward, she used the flat of her to tongue to lick from the base of his shaft, all the way up the underside, to the tip. Her saliva left a moist trail, which made her smile, before the tip of her tongue began to swirl around the head.

A soft moan escaped her lips, releasing moist heat to fan over the head of his cock. Opening her mouth wide, she began to suck his shaft down her throat. Like the last time she sucked his cock, it would take several passes to get him all inside. Slowly, yet with erotic purpose, Mia's mouth suctioned around him, pulling more and more of him inside. At times, her lips would slide up an inch or two. Her tongue would rasp against the underside before her head sank further down to take more of him in. Up and up her mouth went, then down, down, down.

Kam had two options that offered two different angles in which to watch. First, he could drop his head and watch from above. He would see her head bob up and down, watch more and more of his meat disappear down her throat while seeing how wide her lips were spread to accommodate his girth. Or, he could turn his head to the right to watch the side-view in the mirror. Mia's entire form was visible from the side.

Her dress was hiked up to show the contour of her bare ass, her hip, and even the sparkly gem that winked from her navel. He would see the hand closest to the mirror gripping at his thick, pant-covered thigh. He wouldn't see that her other hand gripped his other thigh in the same exact way. Finally, Kam could watch his phallus disappear into her mouth from the side. Either which way he decided to watch, he would have a prime, and very naughty view of what Mia did to him.

It would be evident from both angles that Mia was completely engrossed in the act of fellatio. Eyes were either closed or half-lidded, the slurping or humming sounds she made muffled by his huge cock. But more than that, there was a look upon her face that suggested she was enjoying every single second. Maybe it was how she bobbed her head to slowly but surely to take him all the way down her throat. Maybe it was the way in which she moaned, the sound vibrating all the way around him. Maybe it was the periodic glimpses up at him or to the mirror to view her act or his reactions to her act.

Further and further down she took him within her mouth, all while using her tongue to slide up and down the underside of his shaft, while her head bobbed, and her suction remained steady. When his thickness was completely engulfed within, Mia swallowed to suck him down just a little further. She moved her head up and down only slightly, her nose tickled by his pubic hair.

One...two...three bobs of her head before she pulled up several inches. Then, she focused on sucking before pulling up several more inches. Eventually, Mia was solely focusing on the head of his cock, the suction more intense since she had better control with less in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around like his head was a lollipop, lapping up any precum that came forth. One hand left his thigh to wrap around as much of the base as it could to stroke. It was wet from her saliva, so her wrapped fingers slid easily up and down.

This continued for as long as Kameron could hold his load inside. Mia switched her focus between his head and swallowing him whole. If and when he exploded inside of her mouth, she would be ready to drink him all down. And like everything else she did when it came to sex with Kameron, she did it well, she did it with enthusiasm, and she savored every second.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

In Kameron’s mind, the scene of Mia blowing him under the table and then riding him in front of other diners played like a porno. It included sexual sensations based on the memories of how she blew and rode him before, and it also included images of the other diners watching. “If you did that, I could’ve had a heart attack.”

Mia and he were back-to-front, and he was touching her pussy and tasting her neck when she mentioned their morning shower fuck and watching the video of it together. That memory and the promise to relive it caused his hungry, impatient dick to thicken, which she felt against her bottom and lower back. “Mmm, yes!” he moaned before licking her shoulder and then sucking her neck. By then, they were making eye contact via the mirror. “Let’s watch it tonight.”

They were already making plans for fucking later tonight, even though they had already spent much of their night fucking and were about to do so again. It really did feel like they were made for each other, and made to love on one another, non-stop.

In their current position, Mia was able to reach his fly and release his beast. Not only did she see a mix of relief, anticipation, and need to play on the reflection of his face, she could feel all those emotions dialed up to 11 just by touching his cock. The thing was so heavy, so hot, it was nearly unbelievable in spite of how often she had felt it before. The act of releasing it and touching it even a little bit resulted in Kameron shuddering. He gripped the front of her exposed thighs, pressed the sides of his forefingers against her labia, and released a shaky breath.

Then Mia turned around to face him, to look at him. When her gaze dropped to his cock, she was treated to the sight of how massive it was and how much it throbbed because of her. As dark as Kameron’s skin was, his dick was even darker. Angry, pulsing veins stretched up and down the lengthy, wide shaft. Lights from the ceiling shone on the thick, glistening tip, which was dampened by precum. Kameron knew that before long, the whole thing would glisten in Mia’s saliva, and the anticipation caused his rod to throb and the rest of his body to shiver.

Raptly, he watched Mia fall to her knees; to him it was in slow motion. When she turned them in front of the mirror, he complied. For Mia, the marble floor was so cold—a stark contrast to the heat the two of them generated whenever they were together and touching, or to the heat radiating from his raging hard-on. Kameron’s eyes shut, his head tilted to the side, and he released a loud, drawn-out moan when Mia began to tongue the underside of his mighty shaft. It felt oh so heavy against her tongue, and in just a few exquisite moments it would feel so heavy on her lips. His eyes were still closed when she gazed up at him, and his expression was one of purest delight.

The shuddering of his cock warned her that he was about to blow up just from her licking. “Hurghk!” His huge hands gripped her naked shoulders, tight, and he clenched his jaw as she gave his cockhead a tongue bath. She could feel and taste how close he was.

Perhaps that was why she began to swallow his meat. Whatever the reason, her timing was impeccable. Kameron’s head dropped back, his mouth opened wide, and he directed a moan up toward the ceiling lights. The sound was so loud that anyone in the little hallway leading to the dining area could have heard. In Mia’s mouth, his meat swelled. As heavy, as hot, and as needy as it was moments ago, the beginning of her blow job made it so much more.

Mia’s blowjob was divine. It was impossible for Kameron to last long under her delicious assault. He was on the verge of exploding the entire time. When she sucked on the tip or had so much of his length in her mouth and down her throat, his orgasm was always imminent. On her lips, on her tongue, she could feel it. His hands moved to the sides or back of her head, and his fingers sank into her hair. She had done her hair up so nicely in preparation for their date, but it got messed up almost immediately after they first saw each other tonight, and it was really getting messed up now as he pulled it. “Urghk! Yeah! Suck me! Yeah!” Those were the only intelligible words that Kameron yelled out for a while. The rest of the noises he made were like that of a wild beast. He made it sound like an animal was thrashing inside of the bathroom.

He didn’t get a chance to look to the mirror and watch Mia suck and blow and lick him from another angle. Engulfed in so much pleasure, he barely had the ability to force his eyelids open, look down, and watch her work, directly. For a moment, their gazes met. For a moment, he enjoyed the sight of her lips wrapped around his shuddering meat tower. He loved the sight of her head bobbing up and down. He even delighted in the sight of his trimmed pubic hair tickling the tip of Mia’s nose.

Suddenly, his eyes went wide, an expression of shock flashed upon his face, and then he threw his head back. The quaking of Kameron’s rod was what really warned Mia to brace herself. It took a monumental effort not to let Kameron’s hot jizz escape her mouth. As supremely talented and enthusiastic as she was, she wouldn’t be able to drink it down, for there was so much—it was a deluge. At least some of it leaked out from her lovely, devastating lips and dribbled down her chin.

Kameron clutched Mia’s hair, which was entangled around his fingers, and screamed as he came. The diners and João’s staff outside heard that, easily.

Eventually his scream died down, but he kept on jizzing down Mia’s throat. The duration and intensity of his orgasm was shocking, especially to him. Eventually, that, too, subsided. After Mia sucked out the very last drop of jizz, Kameron needed to take a couple minutes to collect himself. She had made him cum so much it rendered him dizzy, and he was even a little wobby on his feet. During this brief recovery time, she was welcome to do whatever she wanted to his still-heavy cock and sack.

Suddenly, he looked down at her face, his expression twisted by erotic need that wasn’t diminished by her oral delights, but intensified by it. “You ready to be fucked?!”

Not waiting for an answer, he yanked her sweet, sweet mouth off his dick, the tip of which was still pulsating, and the entire length of which glistened with a combination of Mia’s spit and his jizz, like he had envisioned earlier. Next, he untangled his fingers from her hair, grabbed her dress, and yanked it off of her, leaving Mia in nothing but her jewelry and her heels. Her belly jewelry twinkled while Kameron tossed her sparkly dress onto one of the antechamber chairs. There—that was one use for them.

Once Mia was naked, Kameron grabbed her shoulders and hoisted her to her feet. Not only was he so strong, but he was empowered even further by the need to fuck her. Now that he had orgasmed, his cock wasn’t as fat and hard as it was before, but it was still plenty fat, plenty hard to plow into her pussy.

“Oh god, you sucked me off so good!” Kameron grabbed her ass, hoisted her off the floor, and pressed her to his body. Unlike her, he was still clothed; so focused on getting her into position to fuck her, it didn’t occur to him to strip. She could help him with that.

If Mia looked at his face, she would see animal hunger as well as focus in his eyes. If she looked to the side, at the mirror, she’d see one Kameron’s huge hands on her ass while the other grasped his shaft and maneuvered it the right place. Of course, she could feel all of this, too. She felt his fingers gripping her buttock, that one hand all he needed hold her against him. She felt the head of his still engorged meat pole brush and prod at her cunt. And then the most exquisite, breathtaking sensation of them all—Kameron shoved his cockhead into her nether mouth, then continued to drive it in until Mia was utterly stuffed. Gravity was what lowered Mia’s unbelievable body down that last inch.

“Ungh! Fuuuuck yeah!” For a while, Kameron clung to Mia and lost himself in the feel of her secret heat surrounding him. His eyes were closed, and his bearded chin rested on her shoulder. Opening his eyes, he saw their reflection and was reminded of how fucking hot they looked when they were merged.

“Rah!” Kameron boosted Mia up and hooked his muscular arms underneath her knees, one after the other. Then he gripped her firm, perky ass. Holding her like this gave him an especially solid grip, as well as leverage to really fuck her.

“Look at me,” he commanded. So impatient, he once again did not wait for Mia’s gaze to meet his; he needed to really fuck her. Lifting her up and down, up and down, he filled her with his meat, over and over. Inside of her, he felt so stunningly hot, heavy, and hard again. It almost felt as though he hadn’t cum in buckets mere moments ago. Kameron used that sustained stiffness to fuck Mia faster and faster. He bounced her on his dick while staring at her gorgeous face. When he wasn’t looking at her face, he was marveling at how her tits bounced. More than once, he lowered his face to her breasts and rubbed it against them. She could feel his beard tickling her skin, as well as his lips and tongue on occasion.

“Hungh! Hungh! So good! Yeah!” Kameron fucked Mia like this until she soared past the stratosphere. And when she did, he wouldn’t stop there. Outside, the diners and the restaurant staff had little choice but to listen to the two lovers go at it as though the world was about to end.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~The marble floor was cold against her knees, but Mia felt nothing but overwhelming heat. Heat that his massive body exuded, the heat of the lust she felt, the heat of his cock right in front of her face. There was heat in her eyes when she licked up the underside of his phallus, that burned even hotter as she watched him react to the oral stimulation. Kam was so sexy in the midst of pleasure that she got even wetter between her thighs.

But this was not about her, it was about Kameron and his gratification. The poor man hadn't cum since their tryst in his hovercar. She could tell by the color of his cock, the way those veins bulged, and the precum that covered the tip that he was more than ready to blow. And while she was going to be servicing him, the act of pleasuring him, the sound of his outcries, and the way he looked in the throes of passion were just as pleasurable for her to experience.

Mia had never met anyone as hot as Kameron, had certainly never fucked anyone as sexy. But more than that, they seemed to share a deep connection to each other. It was troubling, when Mia stopped to think about it. Right now, she was too focused on how good his shaft tasted, how hard and thick it was within her mouth, how close, how so very close he was to blowing his load down her throat, and how utterly breathtaking he looked.

It was difficult to smile with his thick shaft so deep inside, but she could certainly moan, the sound vibrating all around him when his fingers found her hair and pulled. Damn, the bite of pain flowed straight to her clit, her nub now throbbing. The sounds she made were muffled and probably not heard by anyone other than Kameron - unlike his outcries, which were obviously loud enough to echo all around them, and flow to those outside of the restroom.

When he was completely engulfed within her mouth, he would likely hear soft, staccato mewls. When she bobbed her head, using suction to bring him to the brink, he would hear lewd slurping sounds. And when she would tongue him all over, using both the tip and flat of her tongue, he would hear, "Angghh..." Based on the enthusiastic way she blew him, the sounds she made, and the pleased look upon her features, Mia absolutely adored giving him head.

Mia sucked, slurped, bobbed, and licked with ferver until he exploded. She caught the surprised look on his face before she felt the jets of his semen, and nearly came just from his reaction. She did brace herself for the onslaught by using both of her hands to grasp at his pant-covered ass to hold him in place. But nothing could really prepare her for the amount of jizz that pumped out. She tried, really tried to drink him all down, but there was just too much cum. He tasted so damn good that she drank and sucked greedily. Still, droplets leaked from one side of her lips, as well as the middle to run down her cheek and chin. Not to worry, she would not let anything go to waste.

Those escaped droplets would have to wait, however, until there was no more for her to drink down. When that happened, she drug her suctioned lips up his still hard, thick length until they popped off the tip. Mia then used her tongue to lick away any cum off of his cock that she may have missed. Even her teeth gently nibbled along the sides of his tower. She wouldn't stop, even when he asked in that dominant, gravelly voice if she was ready to get fucked. Of course she was. She made that known with a moan at the back of her throat as she continued to tongue his tip and the underside.

But before she could really get that sound out, her head was yanked away from his meat. The pull to her hair not only brought forth a gasp of surprise, she uncontrollably shivered. Plus, a naughty, indecent grin flashed across her features. Mmm....she fucking loved when he handled her roughly. A low laugh vibrated in her chest when he began to pull her dress over her head. She lifted her arms to aid him, but did nothing else. If he wanted her naked, he would have to work for it. He even used his superior strength to lift her to her feet.

In heels only, she was then lifted by her ass until those heels left the marble floor. As he lifted her, she used two fingers to swipe at the cum that had leaked from her mouth, put those fingers in her mouth, and sucked. "Mmm...I love giving you head. Your cum tastes incredible. Let's get these off..." She was referring to his sport jacket and his shirt.

They each had a different focus. Kameron, understandably, was focused on getting inside of her. Mia wanted to strip him. She got about as far as unbuttoning his shirt halfway down. The sport jacket was fairly easy to slip off those wide shoulders. Before she could unbutton his shirt all the way, however, his cock had found it's way to her opening. From there, Mia forgot about anything and everything except how fucking unbelievable it felt to be filled by him. It took her by surprise each and every time. It felt better each and every time. How the hell was that possible!?

Easily, yet with a little struggle, his long, thick shaft spread her open as wide as she could possibly go. Hands that had been busy unbuttoning his shirt suddenly froze. She pressed her hands flat against his chest and dug her nails into the flesh. Luckily, his shirt hadn't parted in that spot, so her nails dug more into his shirt than his flesh. "God damn..." was breathed into his ear. He had just shocked her to stillness with the thrust of his cock, was literally pulsing inside of her, and already, she couldn't wait to watch the video of them fucking in the shower later tonight, like Kameron suggested. She was so addicted to him that she couldn't wait for their next erotic encounter even while they were still within one.

Pulling her back into the moment, Kameron took hold of her beneath her knees with those massive hands beneath her ass. His grip was solid, and there was no fear from Mia that he would lose it. He could fuck her good and fuck her hard. The moment he issued the command to look at him, she complied. For being such an independent, strong personality, she certainly loved to submit to such dominance during sex.

He was already lifting her up his massive arousal, her inner-walls slipping and sliding against every single inch when she did look at him. Her eyes, so chocolaty and brown, were dark and hazy, filled with such frenzied desire. They remained glued to his stunningly handsome face for a short time only. The ecstasy he created by lifting and dropping her on his cock was too much, too astonishing to her senses. Her eyes closed in surrender, her head fell back, her mouth dropped open, and she went along for the ride.

Up....down...in....out. Over and over again. One hand gripped his shoulder underneath his shirt while the other gripped the back of his neck. Each time he bottomed out inside of her, nails dug into the skin, and a gratified sound left her lips. Like all the other times they had fucked in their short time together, Mia's pussy would fight to keep him inside when he lifted her up off of him. The faster and faster their joining became, the harder her generous-sized, bare breasts bounced and jiggled.

In the midst of the exquisite pleasure he elicited, she could still feel his head drop into her cleavage. His beard tickled her sensitive skin, and his tongue laved at any spot it could reach. When that happened, the hand positioned at the back of his neck pushed him closer to those globes. "God yes...use your mouth on me..." Eventually, her breasts were damp with his saliva.

For countless moments, Mia allowed Kameron to fuck her, unable to move. He did all the work while she took every bit that he gave to her. Because of how Kam held her, it certainly wouldn't have been easy to aid in their sex. However, it was Mia - the most popular main-stage dancer at Misty's. She had skills, and would soon put them to use.

It started when she happened to turn her head and open her eyes to the mirror. In the reflection, she could see Kam lift her off of his cock, then drop her back down. Like Kameron, she found the sight of the two of them sexually engaged incredibly hot. She was able to catch her pussy - spread wide - slide up, revealing his honey-covered phallus. The erotic view launched her into action.

With one hand on his shoulder and the other still gripping his neck, she used the strength in her abs to undulate against him. As soon as he was balls deep, she moved back and forth like a belly-dancer, so her pussy would caress and rub his deep-seated dick. She began to move with the rhythm he created, their bodies in sync. Only her stomach and hips moved, aided by the grip she had with her hands.

Mia would watch in the mirror every once and a while, a dirty, yet elated smile plastered to her lips, her eyes hooded because she was so overcome with desire. In a hoarse voice, she would groan, "Feels so good. We look....sooo hot. God, keep fucking me." Most of the time, however, her head was dropped back, her mouth open to emit those low, chesty moans, and sexy, higher-pitched whimpers. Kameron had a premium view of her neck, the little black choker that wrapped around it, and her breasts that either bounced with their fucking or rubbed against his chest.

Like Kameron when she blew him, Mia would be caught by surprise when her orgasm hit her. She knew she was almost there, could feel her body head towards the cliff. But she just hadn't expected it to take her as quickly and as completely as it did. A sharp intake of breath hit the air, her body tensed for the briefest of moments, then relaxed as her mind, body, and soul were transported to the stars.

Mia's head fell to his shoulder as a keening wail replaced the earlier gasp. The diners and waitstaff would definitely hear that feminine sound, though Kameron would get the brunt of it since her mouth was close to his ear. He also felt every single slide and squeeze of the tight, moist softness he was completely surrounded by as her body reacted. Mia felt sensation shoot throughout every pore, every nerve in her body. It was extraordinary.

She continued bounce and undulate within his arms, her movements jerky, wild and not at all timed with his. The obvious sexual sounds she made continued to echo within the restroom and beyond. Sometimes, she would even get out the words, "More....more...fuck me....more..." There was no holding back, no modesty. Mia was completely lost to her orgasm. The orgasm that Kameron so easily brought her to. An orgasm that rocked her world, like all the others he had given her.

Contracting around him, soaking his cock, Mia nuzzled her face in his neck before she sank her teeth into the spot where his neck and shoulder met. The sting would be sharp, but it wouldn't break skin. The bite was physical encouragment to keep going, to continue to give her what only he could. Plus, she knew she would drive him wild with the sharp sting. Their time in the restroom was not over. She was still in the midst of orgasm, and she hadn't drained him completely, yet.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

The two of them fucked in front of a mirror that offered a different angle to the action, but Kameron could not tear his gaze off Mia as he made her bounce on his pole. The feel of her pussy continuously sucking him went so well with the sight of her blissful expression and the jiggling of her titties. She enraptured him in more ways than one.

He saw beads of her salty sweat collect on her perfect skin. Some of it trickled down her neck, stopping at her choker. Moments ago, when he was tonguing her nipples and kissing her breasts, Mia encouraged him to use his mouth on her. Happily, he did so again by dragging his tongue on the skin above as well as below her choker. And when he sucked on her neck, the choker did little to get in the way of his lips.

“Uhhnngh!” He loved the taste of her sweat and her skin.

Mia had taken off his jacket, which now lay on the marble floor behind his feet. She had unbuttoned his shirt about halfway down, but the sudden fucking and the joy of it caused her to stop undressing him. The heat generated whenever they physically merged was overwhelming on its own, and it became unbearable when it was trapped within his clothes. Like the first shirt he put on tonight, the backup shirt he now wore got soaked with sweat, and his backup pants felt way too constrictive.

“Hungh! Oh, Mia, you’re too goddamn hot! Hnngh!” Kameron had to pause the standing fuck so he could drop his pants completely. After kicking off his shoes, he kicked off his pants and then used a foot to slide them away. Doing that while holding Mia off the ground was a little tricky, but of course he had the strength to do it. And besides, his pillar-like cock helped to hold her up.

Thus naked from the waist down, he resumed fucking her. Sweaty palms slapped onto her sweaty ass, and he went right back to lifting her up, dropping her down, and filling her up with the meat she craved. Mia’s squeals and moans, the way her fingers dug into his shirt and the flesh underneath, and the shuddering of her body—both inside and out—told him that she loved what he did, and so he kept giving it to her. As he did, he sucked on her tits some; he lapped up the sweat from her swells and replaced it with his saliva.

It was moments after that when Mia gripped his shoulder, shifted the grip on his neck, and began to give it to him, too. Oh, how beautiful it was! She used her dancer’s talent, skill, and body to fuck him in a way that only she could. She had done this before, in the shower this morning—she used his cock like her own personal stripper pole, and it rocked Kameron’s whole world.

“Yeah! Ungh! Ungh! Yeah!” Mia rendered him paralyzed as she danced on his dick. Eyes shut, muscles clenching, he would have cum in buckets if not for the fact that she had already sucked bucket loads out of him only a few minutes before. The ecstasy was unreal, and his happy cock throbbed ferociously within her, but there was no cum to feed her this time.

His undulating lover leaned back, looked into the mirror, and moaned out how hot they looked together. Kameron spared only the briefest glances at the mirror, saw how fucking sexy it was to see Mia getting split open by his meat slab from that new angle, then swung his gaze back to her. Hands on her back—one of them covering up her butterfly tattoo—he helped her lean way back. Then, he guided his eyes down past her choker neck, her healthy breasts, past her dancer’s abs, past the belly jewel that twinkled under the ceiling lights, and to their conjoined sexes. It was way hotter seeing him split her open, directly.

It was also oh so hot to taste her, so he hunched over to help himself to another taste of her tits, as well as several sucking smooches to her neck.

Kameron hoisted Mia back up so that her tits could get squashed against his rockwall of a chest, and so their mouths could meet in a deep, dirty kiss. They both moaned down each other’s throats while they resumed their fierce fucking.

Mia climaxed, and again, Kameron would have cum if his balls hadn’t been so thoroughly drained. His yowl met her wail, his entire body flexed, and he was practically motionless for several seconds. Quickly, he regained the ability to move, and used it to keep plowing her. He plowed her through her orgasm, and plowed her to another.

She told him to fuck her more, and he eagerly complied.

At some point, Kameron was able to rip off his shirt. Between the two of them, Mia had the most on with her shoes, her belly jewel, and her choker. One or both of her shoes would likely fall off as he moved her around the restroom antechamber to fuck her in different spots.

While she was still cumming, Kameron swung her around, backed her up, and set her down onto one of the chaise lounges. With his eyes on hers and so much of their hot, bare flesh touching, he began to fuck her all over again. Their faces were so close, and their breaths coalesced. Hell, their whole bodies coalesced into a mass of pure ecstasy. In addition to the grunts, screams, groans, and whimpers that filled the chamber, there were also the sounds of moist suction each and every time her snatch greedily devoured his meat slab, as well as the slapping of flesh each and every time their bodies collided.

Soon, Kameron stood up without taking his cock out of Mia. He grabbed her ankles and then set her calves on either side of his neck. He filled her from a different angle, and he watched how she responded to the fucking from a different angle, too. “Oh god, so hot…!” Reaching down, he pinched and pulled one of her nipples before grabbing the whole breast and squeezing.

She had told him to keep fucking her, so he kept on going. As tiring as the whole day had been, and even though Mia had drained his sack so much in such a short amount of time, he was somehow invigorated. With that vigor, he kept fucking her loudly and fucking her powerfully in a place that was only one thin wall away from a bunch of strangers.

At one point, he yanked her off the chaise lounge and pulled her to a standing mirror so he could fuck her against it. He shoved her titties against the glass, pushed her cheek against it, too, and drilled her from behind. Positioned thusly, neither of them could see a reflection of what they were doing, but they could certainly feel it as he stimulated her hidden pink and slammed his pelvis against her ass.

Later, Kameron carried Mia into the restroom itself, hoisted her onto a countertop lined with sinks, and fucked her there. By then, he was completely soaked in sweat, and his damp hair was plastered to his forehead and his neck. He actually had to pause to run one of the sinks and get a quick drink, but after that brief break, he looked her in the eye, gripped the sides of her sculpted abdomen, and fucked her some more. The entire time he plowed her, there was a crazy look in his eyes that matched his inexplicable energy.

Eventually, though, his crazy energy and crazy strength had to fade. When it faded, they were on the marble floor of the antechamber with Mia on top. If she had the energy to do so, she rode him to his final orgasm in the restroom. Otherwise, Kameron hugged her close, and the two of them just ground against each other until he cock spewed.

In an utterly exhausted state, he filled her womb with jizz. “Uunnngh…” The sound he made when he came was drawn-out but not nearly as loud as usual. The bliss of cumming within Mia was as stellar as ever, but his body had been pushed to the limit. Practically wheezing and coated in sweat, he lay beneath her. Mia rose and fell with each expansion of his broad chest. Kameron couldn’t think, let alone move, and he’d have to stay like this for a while before he could do either again.

Eventually, his face would drop to the side, he’d open his eyes, and he’d see the mirror. In it, there was the reflection of Mia lying on top of him. Closing his eyes, he smiled.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~What they were currently doing in a public bathroom, in a very public restaurant was better than any of their previous encounters. How it got better each time, Mia had no clue. Kameron bathed her skin with his tongue, marking her neck as he sucked the sweat away. He could feel her moans with his tongue as they vibrated in her throat. They were both slick with sweat from the heat they generated, Mia's rolling down her naked form in droplets, and Kameron's soaking the clothing - the back-up clothing he still wore.

Mia was impressed by how he could strip his shoes and pants while still holding her. Actually, if she really thought about it, his impaled cock, as well as her tightly wrapped legs around his waist mostly kept her from dropping to the floor. Once he was free of his pants, she felt his big hands slap against her ass to continue to lift and drop her on his meat. She couldn't help but participate, using her athleticism to ride his pole.

Undulating her body and rolling her hips, she moved with smooth, sensual strokes. She danced on top of him, much like this morning in her shower. Only this time, she could see his reactions. Damn, he looked so sexy with his eyes closed tight, and his jaw clenched. Needing to show him how much he affected her, she leaned forward to lick his top lip with the tip of her tongue. Afterward, she turned to look at their image in the mirror. Briefly grabbing his attention, Mia watched his quick glance before her world shifted.

She felt her body tip backwards, safely braced by his big, strong hands. Mia allowed it to happen, relaxing her neck so her head fell back, the tips of her silky hair brushing the marble floor. The muscles in her abs bunched, revealing the slight ridges that formed, proof of her strength and tone. Even tipped precariously backwards, her hips continued to move with slight undulation to tease and titillate. Part of Kam's cock slipped in and out of her wide-spread pussy as she moved. He would not only see the place of their union, he would see his meat was shiny with her honey. He would see her lips spread open and slick, the hard little nub of her clit, swollen.

After dampening her skin with his lips and saliva, she was pulled back up so those saliva-dampened breasts could collide with his chest. Their lips connected for the first time in this joining, and it was explosive. Mia groaned down his throat as her tongue slipped inside of his mouth. He tasted like heaven - if there was such a place. Their kiss mimicked what their bodies did down below. Tongues and mouths moved with the same lewd, naughty intent as their genitals. It's what caused her orgasm to take hold, and take her to the stars.

Kam didn't stop at her orgasm, though. He continued to use that thick, meaty sword to devastating effect. In the midst of her climax, she felt the jostling of their bodies before her bare ass and damp back touched the fabric of the lounge. Immediately, one of her hands left his body to lift and grasp onto the top of the chaise. Their faces were so close that she could feel his breath, hear every grunt, groan, or growl that escaped him. Their bodies slapped and slid, Mia energized even within an orgasm. She continued to give as much as her lover.

Dark, chocolate-colored eyes finally opened when Kam unwrapped her legs from around his waist to place them on his broad shoulders. Those eyes slightly widened, then darkened with desire when she realized he had ripped off his shirt at some point. With her lover completely naked now, Mia's gaze hungrily soaked him up as he fucked her. "Mmm...sooo...fucking good..." Both hands now gripped the back of the chaise lounge, which now rocked with the power of his thrusts. They were so powerful, that one heel shook off of her foot and clattered to the floor. Her back arched with a gasp when he pinched one of her nipples, that drenched pussy clamping hard around him in a second orgasm.

It happened fast and it shook her to the core. Blood rushed in her ears, the sound drowning out her throaty wail. She white-knuckled the back of the chaise, gripping it hard as her entire body bucked in the near folded-in-half position he fucked her in. One calf wrapped around the back of his neck, while the other leg that still wore her heel pressed into his back. Eyes were closed tight, chin lifted up so her outcries were directed toward the ceiling.

With his seemingly endless supply of energy and stamina, Kameron pulled her from the lounge before she had a chance to recover, and pushed her up against one of the several mirrors around the antechamber. For a few moments, her legs felt like jelly. Luckily, her lover pressed the front of his big body against the back of hers to help keep her upright. Then, he entered her once more, which sent her knees weak yet again. Pressed up against the mirror, she couldn't do anything but take the pounding he gave to her.

Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of her second climax, yet the pleasure he invoked with each slap of his pelvis sent her reeling higher and higher. Slap after slap of their damp skin echoed through the antechamber of the restroom. Very unladylike grunts accompanied the slaps of their bodies, making what they were currently doing sound animalistic, raw, and primitive.

Too soon, Kameron was carrying her away from the mirror to another location in the restroom. Several damp smudges were left on the mirror. A clear handprint could be seen on one side of the mirror, as well as the smudge of her cheek. A spot where both breasts had pressed into the glass appeared in the middle, making it quite obvious that this was one of the locations in which they produced those very loud, very naughty sounds, and did very dirty, incredibly wicked things.

The next locale was in the actual bathroom. The counter top was cold against her warm ass, which sent a shiver down her spine. The cold was completely forgotten, however, when she looked up at Kameron standing tall in front of her. Her eyes devoured all that muscle, and all that ink. If anyone out in the dining room of the restaurant knew what Kam hid underneath his clothing, they would be all over him like she was. "Goddamn, you are so sexy." Her voice was low and hoarse from vocally expressing how amazing Kameron's brand of sex was for the long minutes they spent in here. Legs spread wide, she placed a hand on the edge of the counter in between to keep her balance, then used the other hand to run the tips of her fingers down his sweaty chest.

He looked completely wild, untamed, and so incredibly sexy that it was difficult for Mia to breathe. After feeling up all that sweaty muscle, she leaned back on an arm that was thrown behind her, lifted one of her toned legs, curled it around so the side of her foot touched the small of his back, and nudged him forward, further between her legs. Once in position, he entered her again.

Mia sat on the edge of the counter, with both hands thrown behind her as he fucked her like a crazy madman. The leg that nudged him forward remained wrapped around his waist while the other leg dangled off the counter, her second heel dangling precariously on her foot. With each shove inside, Mia's breasts bounced and jiggled. Her back was arched, and her head was thrown back in absolute abandon. Her belly-gem twinkled in the light. The quote permanently inked on her ribs seemed to move with each of his thrusts. All that fucking, and the second shoe finally dropped to the floor.

Their final destination on their sex-tour of the women's restroom at João’s, was the floor. Mia was on top, riding him leisurely, but with sexual purpose. They were both exhausted from the marathon fuck they had engaged in. Sweaty as hell. But they were still both hot for each other. Straddling him, Mia's hands were placed flat against his chest. She sat tall(as tall as one her size could) eyes half-lidded, but watchful of the man beneath her. With his dick buried all the way inside of her, she undulated and rocked to keep most of him inside. She didn't lift up on her knees and drop back down. It was a languid, yet erotic and sensual rolling-type of ride that wouldn't stop until they both were satisfied.

When Kameron came, Mia came with him, her reaction not as loud or intense as her previous orgasms, but no less pleasurable or potent. Nails dug into his chest when she went over the edge, her mouth hanging open to release her low, chesty groan. The long, chestnut tresses that hadn't stuck to various parts of her sweaty body, swayed as she rode out her orgasm. When there was nothing more for either of them to give, Mia collapsed on top of him.

Like Kameron, Mia was covered in sweat, breathed heavily, and could barely move. She could feel herself rise and fall with the heavy breaths he took and hoped that she wasn't impeding his breathing in any way. She was no where near his size, but still a weight on top of him. For many long minutes, the two lay, barely moving. Mia listened to the breaths of the man beneath her slowly begin to even out. She reveled in the heat his body emanated, though she was more than warm enough. She could even hear the very faint sounds of clanging dinnerware.

Slowly, but surely she was able to gain more and more of her faculties. It wasn't as difficult to move an arm, a leg, or even her head. Her own breathing became more even. While they laid together and recovered, her head had rested in the crook of his neck. Kameron had been able to feel her warm breath even out as it fanned against his neck and face. Soon, he would hear her voice, soft and hoarse, tickle inside of his ear.

"You, Mr. Alualua, are completely wild. I have never had so much fun at a restaurant, or in public before. Or so many orgasms. Frankly, this is the best and most fun night I've had, ever." What she didn't say was that she had never done anything remotely as public and risky before when it came to intimacy. Sure, she had done some questionable things in the private rooms at Misty's, and she had let one or two guys get under her skirt in a public place. Had even fucked a guy in his street car. But never had she done anything as bold, daring, and indiscreet. It was thrilling. It made the blood rush through her, got her adrenaline pumping. It made her hotter than she had ever been in her life. And she wanted to continue to push the envelope with him. Wanted to continue to toe the line and even break the rules. In truth, Kameron was a big part of why the experience was so intense, and so fun.

A soft kiss was placed against his neck before she began to shift a little on top of him. Kam was still inside of her, though Mia could tell he was softening. "I suppose we've shanghaied the bathroom long enough. And as delicious as this meal was, I think I am ready to get out of here. I wouldn't object to another sleepover at my place, if you're up for it."

Their separation, while not as difficult as previous encounters, still brought a gasp from her lips. They made a mess on the floor, which Mia would half-ass clean once she got to her feet and cleaned herself. Getting up from the floor was more difficult than she realized. Legs that had felt like jelly while Kam fucked her against the mirror, now shook and trembled. She would actually have to sit on one of the chaise lounges for a minute until she found enough strength in her legs to stand up.

Once she found her legs, she stood, sashayed completely naked into the restroom, and cleaned herself as best as she could with some toilet tissue. More clean tissue was grabbed so she could clean the floor of their juices, but not before she picked her heel up from the floor by the sink. From there, she slipped her dress on, slid into her shoes, grabbed her purse, and checked her image out in one of the mirrors, running her fingers through her hair. Smudge-proof make-up ensured her face looked as fresh as it did when she had walked in. Unless Kam had any other ideas, Mia was ready to exit the restroom and leave the restaurant for her place.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

In the upstairs dining area, every sound that Kameron and Mia made gave the diners a clear idea of what they did to each other, as well as how long they did it. The “Out of Order” signs placed outside the women’s restroom were completely unnecessary, because no one other than staff approached that little hall.

Some of the diners left the restaurant in disgust after complaining to the staff and asked why the police weren’t called. The excuses given by the staff were polite but lame; all they knew is that the owner said to let the two loud, amorous people in the bathroom do their thing, and to comp angry diners their meals. They did not know why João would allow such debauchery to occur in his place, but some had suspicions.

Other diners stayed to listen to Kameron and Mia’s fun. Some even took out their phones to record the sounds. At least one couple quietly laughed and slid closer to each other while listening; perhaps they would have fun of their own when they got back home.

Inside the women’s restroom, the two noisy lovers didn’t know about any of that. Exhausted and fucked mindless, they lay in each other’s arms, recovering. Eventually, Mia told him that tonight was the best night she’d ever had, which brought a smile to his bearded face. “Yeah, it really was the best. And the night isn’t even done, yet.”

Mia shifted on top of him, which caused his shaft to stir, but not by much. She had fucked him completely dry. He moan-laughed when she kissed his neck. Then, when she lifted her head, he cupped her unbelievably lovely face and stared at her for a while before kissing her lips. They made out for a little while, soft and sweet, while their hot, sticky bodies rubbed on each other. The taste of his lips and the touch of his tongue carried his undying passion for her, but even his kiss told her he’d need a lot of time to recover before they could do anything close to what they had just done.

With a final, tender smooch, their mouths parted, and he gazed into her eyes once more. “Oh, baby...The way you rode me at the end was…whew. I can’t believe how perfect it was. I didn’t think I could cum like that again, but you fucked it right out of me.” In awe of her, he kissed her chin, then her cheek, then her lips. Inevitably, they made out some more.

“Damn, I don’t think I can feel my legs,” Kameron said with a laugh. Soon after, Mia told him she was ready to go, and if he was up for another sleepover. “Of course I’m going to spend the night with you,” he replied a little too quickly. “One of these nights, I’ll have to show you my place, though.” He didn’t say anything explicitly sexual, but his tone dripped with erotic promise.

Kameron really couldn’t move, at least not at first, so Mia was the first off the floor. “Urmm…” His body was overwhelmed with shivers when she lifted off his cock, which was flaccid but still oh so big. For several moments, he watched her move around the restroom naked, a silly smile splitting his face. “Oh, I want to eat out that ass,” he said as he stared at her perky rear, not realizing he whispered that out loud.

He liked seeing how her legs trembled, and how she had to sit back down on a lounge chair because she wasn’t quite ready to stand. Eventually, she got back to her feet, and he finally got to his feet, too, groaning as he rose.

After shaking out his legs and stretching his back, Kameron went for the sinks. Making love to Mia was always thirsty work, and the multi-position fuckin’ they just enjoyed dried him out like hours under a desert sun (in more ways than one). Lowering his head under a faucet, he drank from it, greedily. Afterwards, he used that sink to give himself a quick mini-bath. He mostly washed his arms, armpits, chest, neck, and finally his privates.

As he was drying off, he saw Mia cleaning up the mess they had left on the marble floor. “You don’t have to worry about that, baby. Let the robot cleaners handle it.”

Kameron walked around the restroom antechamber picking up his discarded clothing. He was able to get dressed without distraction. However, when Mia stood in front of one of the full-body mirrors to check herself out, he approached her from behind, wrapped his burly arms around her midsection, right underneath her breasts, and hugged her. Their eyes met in the reflection.

“Your makeup isn’t smudged. That’s impressive.” What he found truly impressive was how much he still wanted her even though his body was not yet ready for more fun. All he did was give her bare shoulder a kiss. He sucked on her skin just a tiny bit, too. Then he let go of her so they could leave the restroom.

Because they both took their time fixing themselves up, they looked pretty fresh, but the diners knew how dirty they really were. Those who remained stared at the two lovers, openly. One giggling couple recorded them on a phone. “There’s the two love birds, now,” a woman said into her phone while her girlfriend laughed. Kameron smiled at all the attention.

There was no awkwardness expressed in front of the diners. However, the brief, final interaction with their waiter did feel awkward. Kameron handed the waiter a chip pre-loaded with way more credits than what was owed for the meal. (He knew that he and Mia were going to make a scene, so he prepared accordingly.) “There are extra credits, here. Please tell João to distribute the extra among tonight’s staff, and thank him for his patience.”

Acting like he owned the place, Kameron left the restaurant with the most beautiful woman on his arm. He didn’t only feel as though he owned this place; he felt like he was on top of the world.

The car flight back to Mia’s place didn’t involve more sex, but the two of them did make out the entire time. They couldn’t keep their hands and mouths off of each other, no matter how tired they were. For the most part, the heat of their kissing and touching was kept at a low burn—low burn for them, anyway.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Before both lovers found the strength to rise off the floor and separate their bodies, they remained pressed together, Mia laying atop Kameron. He echoed her opinion on this being the best night, Mia smiling when he informed her that it wasn't over yet. His statement also got her adrenaline pumping. They kissed, and Mia moaned softly as she gave over to the temptation he offered.

While their make-out session wasn't hot and heavy, the passion and lust they felt for one another was still simmering below the surface. Mia found that she loved kissing Kameron. She loved how his lips felt pressing or sliding against hers. Loved how his tongue tasted. Loved how his tongue felt, all velvety and soft against her lips or inside of her mouth.

Though she adored kissing him, she didn't complain when their kisses finally ended. Closed eyes fluttered open right before he commented on how she rode him to his last orgasm. The look on his face would have made her knees weak had she not already been on the floor. In response, a soft laugh flowed out, and a sexy smile curved to her kiss-swollen lips. "Mmm...I will fuck you like that anywhere and anytime you want, amante." Their lips touched once more for several more minutes.

Eventually, their lips parted again, and Mia expressed she was ready to go. She asked if he would be spending the night, her tone casual, her insides anything but. When he answered yes immediately, she breathed an almost inaudible sigh of relief. A bright smile came to her lips when he mentioned that he would have her over at his place soon. "Mmm...I can hardly wait to see your place. You know, I've been quite curious about it."

The next couple minutes were spent trying to get off of the big man beneath her. She hated separating their sexes, hated leaving the warmth and comfort of his touch, and the heat his body provided. Standing wouldn't last long. Perhaps it was the combination of the shakiness of her legs and the comment he made about eating out her ass. One second, she was headed in the direction of the bathroom, the next, his erotic admisson stopped her in her tracks, made her shiver, and weakened her knees. Falling to the closest cushioned lounge with a *thunk*, she murmured her response to Kam wanting to eat out her ass, "You can do absolutely anything you want to me, Kameron. And I mean anything."

After some time, she found the strength in her legs, and was able to rise, grab her things, and dress. As she began to dress, then clean their cum off the marble floor, she heard the water from the sink run. Mia focused as best she could on her task. If she turned to look at Kameron, she knew she would immediately become distracted. He spoke when she was just finishing the job. "I just want to make sure it's dry, just in case someone walks in after we leave. Heels and wet marble don't mix. I wouldn't want someone to sue poor João because they slipped and fell in our cum."

When she did finally look up at him, a humorous grin upon her lips, she immediately became distracted. Kameron was magnificently built. His legs were thick with muscle, his butt was tight. The muscles in his back moved as he bent to pick up pieces of clothing, mesmorizing Mia. Everything in the back was just as yummy as everything he offered in the front. Eventually, she snapped out of the lust-filled haze created by his naked body, and moved to the mirror to make sure she looked presentable enough for the public.

As she was finger-combing the silken strands of her hair, Kam came up behind her, pressed himself against her back, and wrapped his arms around her. God, he felt so perfect wrapped around her. Warm. Safe. He towered over her in the mirror, even if he bent down a little bit. A contented sigh left her lips as she leaned back against him. A grin spread to her lips when he mentioned her make up. "It's expensive, my make up, but worth every penny. I look fresh as a flower and not at all like I have been fucked silly all around a women's restroom." Eyes fluttered closed when his lips closed upon her skin, and she moaned softly when he began to suckle. Too soon, he stepped back, indicating it was time to go.

Arm wrapped in his, Mia followed him out of the bathroom. All eyes were upon them as they walked. Mia walked as if she, too, owned the place. Or, at least, was with the man who did. In fact, they looked like they owned the world. There was no embarrassment upon her features. No shame. If anything, she looked quite pleased with herself. She even winked in the direction of the camera one woman was taking video with. She remained quiet while Kam paid their waiter, softly thanking him before they walked down the stairs, through the first-floor dining room that was abuzz with what had occured in the second-floor bathroom, and out the door.

Once comfortable in the backseat in Kam's hovercar, their lips immediately met. Side-by-side, but pressed together, Mia had her head turned inward to receive his kisses. Her arm wrapped around his neck in the front so her hand rested at his nape. One bare, slender shoulder and half of her back was pressed against his chest. She was as close to getting in his lap without actually sitting in his lap. It didn't matter who kissed who first, the most important thing was that they were kissing.

Their lips made noise as they connected. They smacked as they slid and moved so sensually. Their tongues tangled or licked at each other's lips and inside their mouths. At one point, Mia slightly pulled away to whisper against his lips. "Nnngh.... thanks for dinner...and everything else." They continued making out on the much shorter flight home, Mia somehow making it into his lap for the remainder of the ride. It was easier to reach his lips when she straddled him, so she now faced him, pressing the front of her body against his chest.

Her lips strayed, moving over his bearded cheek down to his neck. Soft, suckling kisses were dropped upon his skin. "You are so addicting....and taste so damn good. I can't get enough." They took turns, kissing, licking, and sucking skin until his hovercraft made it's descent to a rooftop spot at her building. Even after it landed, they continued kissing until Kam nudged her off of his lap so he could get out. She followed behind with no shananigans this time. Once out, she turned to face him, grabbed his hand, and walked backwards as she led him to the door. Eyes locked on his, an enticing smile was upon her lips.

It took more time than it should've to get inside her building because they continued making out. At one point, Mia stopped dead in her tracks so he would run smack dab into her. Laughing low in her chest, Mia pressed herself provocatively against him, stood on her tip-toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Her tongue teased the seam of his lips before pushing inside of his mouth. The air started to burn hotter between them. Mia's nipples were hard as they pressed into his chest. Her body began to slide and roll against his, indicating she was ready, so ready for more.

Finally, with Mia's credentials, they got inside her building. Luckily, one of the elevators that ran to her floor was already open and ready to receive them, so they stumbled inside. Pressed against the back wall of the elevator, with Kameron trapping her with his big body, she welcomed his touch and/or kiss. For such a short ride, things heat up very quickly. When the doors opened to her floor, one bare leg was wrapped around his waist as her body rolled with his in a simulation of what they had already done much of tonight.

Mia had no idea how they got from the elevator to her front door. Perhaps Kameron pulled them both out as they bumped from one wall to the other. One moment they were in the elevator, the next, her back was against the wall of her place, much like they were when Kam picked her up earlier. The air was still heavy and thick with lust, their mouths fused together. Breaking from his mouth to come up for air, her chest rose and fell rapidly. Wrenching open her eyes, she looked up at him before she spoke in a rasping whisper. "The sooner...we get inside...the sooner we can watch....what we did...in the shower this morning."

If he let her go, she would turn around to give an eye scan and fingerprint scan. The door unlocked, Mia turned the knob, and they were able to step into the foyer. Once inside, Mia dropped her purse unceremoniously on the floor. It was a miracle she had kept it with her throughout the night. She then stepped out of her heels, leaving both her purse and shoes in the middle of the foyer, then walked down the hall. Past her dining room on the right, past her kitchen on the left to walk behind the bar. Swaying hips were his invitation to follow her.

Once behind the bar, she grabbed a couple bottles of water to set them on the bar top. One for Kam, one for her. They could drink it now and get more later. She opened hers and began to swig, her throat working, and her eyes on his until half was gone. Taking a few heavy breaths, she spoke.

"We can watch the video in one of two places. I have a media room that you didn't see on the grand tour last night. Has a huge screen and two rows of reclining theater-like seats. Or, I have a screen hidden at the foot on my bed in my bedroom. I can raise and lower it at will. Your choice, amante."

Whatever he chose, she would nod, finish her bottle of water, smile, then grab his hand to lead him into temptation, sin, and so much fun.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Almost miraculously, Kameron and Mia did not make love during the flight to her place. His balls really were tapped out, and it would take more recovery time before he could engage in that sort of action again. However, his physical state did not stop him from wanting to touch her and taste her more. Earlier, Mia had told him that he was addictive and that she couldn’t get enough. He proved that he felt the same way about her, right then and there.

“Mrmm! It’s crazy how much I want you!” he whispered between their deep, sultry kisses.

The interior of the hovercar became steamy thanks to the heat the two lovers generated with their making out and fondling. When Mia eventually climbed onto his lap, she would feel how his tired dick still became so hard for her—not as hard as before she sucked him dry, though.

The self-flying vehicle landed on Mia’s roof, and it even opened the door for them. Mia had to crawl off Kameron, and the two had to climb out of the car, but once they did their mouths latched back onto each other. Lips smacked lips, tongue writhed with tongue, and they made a blind fumble toward the elevator. Kameron was so lost in Mia that he forgot to take the little overnight bag out of storage. He’ll remember it in the morning when he had to brush his teeth.

Somehow managing to make it to the elevator instead of tumbling off the roof, they got in and slammed against the back wall, but not before Mia tapped the button to her floor. After the doors shut, Kameron looked her in the eye and told her, “I want to eat you out right here!” But the ride was so short, he didn’t get the chance to do what he wanted. “I’ll eat you out in your apartment, then!” They wrapped their arms around each other, he crushed her lips with his, and they resumed their passionate make-out sesh while fumbling and bumping down the hall to her door. In the final stretch, Kameron picked her up by her ass, yanked her body against his, and carried her to her door. He knew how wet she had been throughout much of the night, including now, and he could feel her stiff nippled poking against his chest. Between Mia’s thighs, she could feel him getting harder—his recovery was progressing, nicely.

Soon after they got into her place, they had to separate to drink water. All the kissing, grabbing, rubbing, and now the intense eye contact were all promises of another sinful, draining night, so they both had to hydrate in preparation. Kameron guzzled down his bottle really fast and carelessly; some of it splashed onto his beard because of how hastily it brought the bottle to his lips. He was about to ask for another, but he forgot about it once Mia told him about their viewing options—they could either watch the recording from this morning in her media room, or watch it in bed.

“Let’s do both!” Kameron joked, the excitement heavy in his voice. “But let’s start in the media room.” As Mia took him by the hand and led him to her little personal theater, he grinned and wiped some water from his beard.

Kameron was able to resist distracting Mia long enough for her to set up the video. He also took that opportunity to remove his jacket, shirt, and shoes, but he didn’t take off his pants, yet. Once she was done and joined him on the first row of seats, he grabbed her by the hips, spun her around, and made her sit on his lap, backwards. That was no coincidence that they were positioned the same way they were when she dance-fucked him inside her shower.

With his hairy jaw on her naked shoulder, and the side of his face touching hers, he watched how they fucked that morning. “You’re so goddamn sexy, Mia. It’s unbelievable.” Turning his head, he tongued the inside of her ear. Then he nibbled and sucked on her neck, doing his best to keep his eyes on the screen as he did so. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts and massaged them through her dress. He twisted, pinched, and tugged on her nipples, too. Before long, the flimsy, sparkly dress was lowered off her torso, and he twisted, pinched, and tugged on her tits again, this time with his fingers directly on her flesh. Her bare back ground against the bulging muscles of his tan torso.

Eventually, one of his hands relinquished one of her peaks while the other stayed where it was, squeezing and occasionally jiggling. The descending hand went between her legs, and he began to play with her pussy. Gingerly but purposefully, he used either the tip of his middle finger or index finger to stroke her labia, then the edges of her lips. His fingers brushed against her clit now and then, but it was not their focus...not yet. Her sex lips were the target of his attention. As he massaged her pussy lips, he watched the recording of their morning fun, but paying attention to the screen was becoming more and more difficult by the moment.

The instant Mia turned her head even a little, Kameron’s mouth would swoop in for a hungry kiss. His tongue dove into her mouth, his eyes closed, and he moaned, yet again captivated by the sweetness of her. At that moment, he plunged a couple of fingers into her snatch. Inside her, his skillful digits sought out one of the secret spots they recently discovered she liked to have rubbed, and that spot was rubbed, intensely.

Kameron still wasn’t physically ready to fuck her some more, but he was rapidly getting there. In the meantime, the focus could be on Mia. He was buying himself more time with her pleasure.

He opened his eyes, and on the screen he saw how he fucked Mia against the shower glass. Her tits were squished against the glass, the pleasured look on her face was so gorgeous, and the sounds she made were so damn hot. He was hearing her sexual sounds in stereo, which caused his cock to swell against Mia’s ass.

“Oh god,” he whispered. “I want to do that again. I want to press her tits against the glass and fuck you from behind. I want to fuck you up the ass.” While he whispered these things, he continued to fuck her with his fingers.

Although he still didn’t feel like his cock was at 100%, he became too impatient, too needy to hold off any longer. He pulled his fingers from her cunt so he could zip down his fly, undo his belt, and release his beast, which sprung out the moment its restraints were loosened. He grabbed it, held it steady, and waited for Mia to mount him.

“C’mon, baby...Let’s do what we did in the shower, except we’ll take it slow.” She could mount him however she wished. Whichever way she chose, he would watch her do so, sweet anticipation in his gaze, and a straining phallus in his big hand. The moment her heat kissed his cock, he shut his eyes and hissed. He pushed down then kicked off his pants, and they proceeded to make love like they did in the shower this morning, except slower. An entire evening of fucking and loving led to slow, easy loving, here and now.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Kameron's hot whispers, as well as his actions as they made out in his hovercar, while it flew closer and closer to her place, was all the evidence she needed to have to know how much he wanted her. How addicted he was to her. The fact that he became hard after all of the orgasms he already had was the last bit that solidified how much he lusted after her. He had, at least with her, incredible stamina.

They stumbled out of his car and into the elevator, hands, lips, and bodies roaming, brushing, and teasing with the promise of more, so much more. While in the elevator, he told her he wanted to eat her out right there. Chocolate brown eyes flashed molten before she shivered against him. She would be up for that anytime, in any elevator, and her reaction told his as much. She laughed, the sound low and sultry when he amended that he would eat her out in her apartment. Hell, she didn't care where, she would welcome his lips and tongue on and in her pussy any damn time, any damn place.

The elevator door slid open way too soon, but that didn't matter to the two lovers. It was obvious that they both enjoyed the prospect of someone catching them, and would probably enjoy others watching them, as well. Unfortunately for any prospective audience member, they would only see very heavy kissing and petting. But, there was no one in the hall to watch. Just the two of them, moaning softly and breathing heavily.

At one point, Kameron picked her up so very easily by the ass, slammed her against his very hard, very muscular body, and carried her to her door. Mia was dizzy. His kisses, his words, the way he felt pressed against her, and the way he handled her all sent her mind reeling. Somehow, Mia was able to use the fingerprint scanner to unlock the door. Once inside, she reluctantly slid down his body, so her feet could touch the floor.

Body on fire, panting, and so hyped up she could barely see straight, she somehow made it down the hall, around her bar, and to the small fridge that held bottles of water. They chugged until they were satisfied enough. Kameron answered her question with enthusiasm, which caused an amused laugh to escape from her lips. Grabbing his hand, she led him down her hallway. "Media room it is, then. I can't wait to see you in all your naked glory on a big screen."

The door was closed, but easily opened by a flick of her wrist. Once inside, and Mia flicked a switch that turned on soft, glowing lights around the perimeter of the ceiling, he would get a better look. The walls were all sound-proofed - including the door, giving the owner a perfect space to view media without bothering their neighbors. Two rows of 4 reclining seats - one elevated over the other, filled most of the room. A couple of steps on both sides of the seats got one from the floor to the second row. At the back of the room, and the top of the steps, sat another long bar, with plenty of room for drinks, snacks, and a popcorn machine behind it. Mia didn't have a popcorn machine or snacks, mainly because she barely used this room.

In the front, and against the wall sat a huge 90" screen. Speakers hung all around the room. A small holo- console sat in the corner for Mia to manipulate. After a few swipes of her fingers, the video was brought up. She didn't speak the words, "Play video," until she was seated backwards in Kameron's lap. Immediately, a very sharp, clear image of the two of them, naked and already dripping with water appeared on the screen.

Mia was riveted...to Kameron. He looked so damn hot, and so damn big in her shower. The water sluiced off of all that delicious ink, down all those lovely ridges and planes, and she couldn't help but squirm against him in the theater-type seat. With his beard-hair tickling her shoulder, he told her how sexy she was. His almost reverent tone made her shiver. "Right back atcha, big guy. Ever thought of getting into the movie business?" All talk was soon halted when he began to tongue her ear and feel her up.

With the video of their act of lust in the shower playing in front of them, and the real-life Kameron fondling her from behind, Mia was overwhelmed. Her neck tilted to the side to allow his mouth ample room to mark her neck. Ass pressed against his crotch, she began to wiggle, the press of his cock indicating how ready it was becoming for more.

About the time that his hand began to pinch and pull her nipples through her dress, Mia heard the wet slaps of video-Kameron's hand against her wet ass. The sound of the slaps, followed by her own gutteral video-groans, had Mia arching her back, her breasts pressing more firmly into his hands. Head fell back against his shoulder as her eyes opened to the screen to watch him demand a comment from her about wanting his cock. As the video-Mia began responding to his demand, real-life Mia groaned. "Damn, I love how bossy and demanding you are...makes me so wet..."

Cooler air hit her chest when he peeled the top of her dress down. His warm, calloused fingers began pulling and pinching directly at her bare nipples, stuttering her breath. The pressure he used was delicious and perfect. The pleasure flowed directly from her nipples, down to her clit, which now throbbed. In the video, Mia began begging him for his cock, and he gave it to her. She watched, her eyes glued to the screen, as his fat rod pushed itself inside from behind, the front of her body pushed against the glassof her shower.

"Shit, Kameron...it looks as good as it felt..." Real-life Mia was now undulating against his lap, her ass grinding against his pant-covered cock. An arm had wrapped backwards around his neck to help anchor her body. His questing fingers would find her bare pussy-lips drenched and sticky with new arousal. The longer he teased her by just stroking her lips, the more impatient and squirmy she got. She turned her head to ask, or more likely, beg for him to do more. Before she could get the words out, Kam covered her mouth with his kiss.

As they made out, it was like he read her mind, and knew exactly what she wanted. She practically squealed when his fingers slid inside her, those slick, tight, inner-walls squeezing those digits that so expertly rubbed that special, secret place he previously found. The sounds they made as he fucked her in the video were loud in her ears. It was a porno, starring them, that added exponentially to the already heated moment. He finally broke away from her lips to look up at the screen. Riding his rubbing and seeking fingers, she listened on bated breath when he commented on what he saw and what else he wanted to do to her.

White teeth bit down upon her bottom lip to stifle her groan when he whispered that he wanted to press her up against glass and fuck her from behind again. When he said that he wanted to fuck her ass, she nearly exploded, her cunt gripping his fingers tightly. Releasing a shaky breath, she whispered, "Fuck yes....I want you to take my ass....I want your hand around my neck again, like that." She was indicating what he had done to her in the shower. The squeeze he had given had been slight, but it was just enough pressure to up the ante.

"And that...I love when you fucking pull my hair..." The high pitch and the breathiness of her voice indicated that she was beginning to lose control of herself. The pleasure he was inducing with his sensual kisses, his hot, dirty, whispered words, his magical hand, and his mere presence combined with the visual and audio performance that was coming from the screen. Mia was going crazy and she needed more. Being who he was, Kameron knew just when to release his beast. To give her more.

Unfortunately, to release his beast, he needed to pull his fingers from her snatch. But he mentioned a slow ride this time, which seemed like the perfect way to fuck, so she was eager for him to undo his pants. Once she felt the heat of his arousal, she didn't waste any time. She took him inside from behind, which was made much easier because he kept ahold of his rod. She caught a glimpse of his big ole' hand wrapped around his phallus, and stored away a fantasy about watching him work it until he came. Another time.

Now, she would take him inside of her slowly, like the way he suggested they fuck. With the sights and sounds of their erotic shower-show in front of and all around them, Mia slowly lowered herself. Inch by inch, Kameron spread her wide. Her cunt barely accommodated him, wrapping around his cock like a warm, slick glove. Mia held her breath until he bottomed out inside of her - until she sat on his big, fat balls. Then, she released it on a sensuous sigh.

It took a moment for Mia to gather her wits about her enough to move. The pleasure from their joining had stunned her to stillness. Maybe it was something he did or said, or maybe something on the video jolted her into moving. When she did, it was slow, leisurely, and sensual as hell. Both arms lifted to wrap backwards around his neck. At times, slender fingers gripped the ends of his hair and pulled. If the pleasure became too much, which was often, her eyes would close. When they weren't closed, they were open, albeit blurry and squinty, to watch them fucking on screen.

On screen, Mia was in the midst of her orgasm, Kameron's own incredibly handsome face contorted with pleasure. She had made him cum with her hand off-screen before they began recording, so he didn't ejaculate in the video, yet. However, his face looked as if he would've, had he the ability to do so. Back and forth, back and forth Mia moved atop him as she watched her big, burly lover in their personal porn. In the video, they sat on the seat of her shower, Mia dancing atop him like her own, personal, meat-pole.

In the media room, she was nearly naked, her dress bunched at her waist. She still moved on top of him like he was her personal meat-pole, her smooth back sliding against his bare chest. Only this time, it was slow and languid. Her real-time outcries began to mix with her outcries coming through the speakers. Combined with Kameron's, it was a cacophony of erotic sound that wrapped around them.

Panting now, and lost to everything happening in and around her, she no longer watched the video. But she sure as hell listened. She could hear the sounds of the water hitting the tile floor. Heard her own breathy moans. His masculine growls and groans. Even the squishing of their sexes. Actually, she heard two separate squishing sounds. It sounded as if four people were having sex in the room. And it was fucking unbelievable.

"Kam.... Kameron....I'm not..." She had to pause to swallow. "Not going to make it....to the end...of the video...too much...too good." The pace they set was still easy, the strokes to her hypersensitive insides, smooth. But Mia could feel the pleasure building up. Soon, it would burst forth. The back of her damp head rolled back and forth on his shoulder, arms still wrapped tightly around his neck. Strands of hair stuck to various parts of her neck, as well as his chest. Her slow-dancing, nearly nude body was covered in a light layer of sweat. She was close. So, so close.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Earlier, when they first entered Mia’s personal theater, Kameron felt impressed. He had seen in-home theaters before, but those were in large houses or mansions, not condos. He would have asked her if she had it specially built for her, or if it was already here when she moved in, but he was too distracted with touching her and stealing another tongue-kiss to ask. He’d ask later, when they weren’t about to lose themselves in more sultry, sweet loving.

When she began to prep the shower video, Kameron took the opportunity to place his smartphone on a nearby surface, face its camera toward the first row of seats. and hit record. He made sure to sit down on the center of the frame; that way, they would have a video of them fucking while they watched a video of them fucking. The multiple layers of sexual pleasure and voyeurism made him even more excited for what was about to happen.

Later, after Mia straddled him backwards and they were both at least halfway naked, he started to play with her pussy. Right away, he noticed how her clit was so swollen, it twitched. Oh, I definitely have to pay special attention to that pretty little thing!

Mia told him he should think about getting into the movie business. “I’m already on the big screen, baby. But the movies I star in are for an audience of one, so you’d better enjoy them.” Both hands cupped her breasts from below, and he feasted on her neck while they watched the beginning of their video.

Not long after that, when a couple of his fingers were plunged within her and they spoke of anal sex, he moaned in pure delight when her snatch clamped down on his digits. He knew all too well how wonderful that felt when her velvet vice squeezed his flesh pillar like that, which made him so much more eager to be inside her. His dick prodded her body through his pants, and he imagined what it would feel like for her asshole to clench his thickness.

“We’re going to need a lot of lube,” he whispered to her about their future backdoor plans before he tickled the rim of her ear with his tongue tip. Down below, he used his thumb to stimulate her twitching clit. “Look how much I fill you up.” If Mia directed her gaze to the screen at that moment, she would have seen Kameron’s cock drilling her pussy from behind—the camera had the perfect view of their sexes, and how much hers was spread so wide by his.

“Imagine me stretching your asshole like that!” He bit her neck while they both watched the screen, his beard scratching the skin of her neck and shoulder as he did.

Then it was the main event—Kameron held his swelling rod upright while Mia sat on it, impaling herself. He watched her do it, but had to shut his eyes when the explosion of initial ecstasy took him. It felt nearly as good as an orgasm, and it was only the beginning! Kameron bit Mia’s shoulder, right above her butterfly tattoo, after she swallowed him up down to the thick, bulging base. Although they had been loving on each other practically non-stop since they met up tonight, it still felt unbelievable and new to have her womanly treasure enveloping him so hot and so tight.

Fucking sweet and slow, the erotic dancer used the big man’s pole to perform a show that was only for them. Mia had told him that she loved it when he put his hand around her neck, so one of his huge, veiny hands traveled up the front of her body to her neck, squeezing one of her tits along the way. He squeezed her boob firmly, and then he encircled her delicate neck with his fingers and squeezed that, too—not so hard that it prevented her from breathing, but hard enough to remind her how strong his grip was. For a decadent while, he did something that was somewhere between massaging her neck and strangling her as they slow-fucked.

“You like that, baby? Tell me everything you like...hrrk! And it’s yours...angh!”

For much of the time, he didn’t move his body too much; Mia did most of the work. Beneath and behind her, he rotated his pelvis, matching her rhythm in their sexual dance. After one last, especially tight squeeze of her neck, he took hold of her jaw, turned her head to the side, and tongue kissed her. Their tongues bathed each other, or else they bathed each other’s lips in affection, until he swallowed her tongue and turned the kiss into deep.

One of his hands pressed on her belly, toying with her navel as well as the jewelry there. His other hand had dropped to her side, fingers applying pressure to the flesh there while she danced and writhed on his rod. His tongue was being dragged along the side of her neck and her shoulder, soaking up her sweat as he savored her flavor. One or both of her arms were around his neck, and her damp hair was sticking to his tattooed pec and shoulder. It was then that Mia warned him that she wouldn’t be able to make it to the end of the video.

“Hnngh...hmph...hnngh...That’s no problem. Let go, baby...let go whenever you’re ready...we’re in no hurry.”

It was true, at least for him; he really wasn’t in any hurry. Mia had loved him to exhaustion throughout the entire night; he had never cum so much nor so intensely before, until he’d been with her. And the journey to each of those peaks was sublime, too. The entire experience of fucking, of loving on Mia was too wonderful to believe.

Kameron wasn’t sure when he’d be able to cum again. He was plenty hard enough to stretch her wide and get her off, though. “Let go, baby,” he repeated. To encourage her along, he put one of his thumbs on her clit again to tease it with circular rubs and to flick it just the way she liked. He also gave her powerful thrusts from beneath that were quicker—not much quicker, but quicker—than the slow, steady ones they had enjoyed throughout their relatively gentle theater screwing.

When Mia came, Kameron would wrap a burly, sweaty arm around her equally sweaty body and hold her tight. He grinned and throbbed while she came, and he would not let her go. However much time she needed to cum, she would have it.

Near the end of her orgasm—after she had reached that erotic pinnacle and lingered there for a while—was when Kameron came, too. He didn’t fill her with nearly as much cum as he had earlier tonight; although the fluid release wasn’t as copious as the other times, the sensations were as potent as ever.

“Unnngh!” Kameron’s moan started from his diaphragm and ended as a hot breath against Mia’s ear and the side of her face. His sweat-soaked hair was plastered to his forehead and his neck, and some of her hair stuck to his skin, too. On the big screen, Kameron and Mia from the past came together, almost at the same time as their present selves. The entire theater was filled erotic sounds—from moans and screams to the squelching of Kameron’s thick, heavy cock within Mia’s tight, hot, magnificent pussy—all in stereo.

It was delicious...the whole thing was delicious. Mia was oh so delicious and addictive.

Kameron’s eyes were blurry. What he lacked in sight, at the moment, he made up for with his sense of touch, taste, and hearing. One of his hands grasped one of the arms that Mia still had around his neck. The other hand’s fingers dove into her hair and gave it a pull, pulling her head to the side as they did so. Once her delicious, delicate neck was exposed, he bit down on it. With a gentle passion, he gnawed on her skin for a while. Afterward, he dragged his tongue up and down and around the side of her neck, groaning as he tasted her. Inside her pink vice, his cock twitched, even though there was no more man juice to feed her.

“Nnugh…” Huffing and puffing, he gave her hair another pull before using his tongue to tickle the back and then inside of her ear. “I have no more to give you, baby. You’ve sucked me dry...but I can’t stop wanting you.” He let go of Mia’s hair, grasped her face, gently, and turned her head so they could kiss. Utterly exhausted, covered with sweat, and still burning up, he made out with Mia while their bodies remained entwined. What they were doing on the huge screen was basically the same, although more energetic.

Eventually, after one more suck to her tongue and one final tickle to her lips, Kameron dropped his mouth from hers. His breathing was labored, and talking felt difficult, too. “Mmm...why don’t you clean me off, baby? I want to get a recording of your lips around my dick before we head to bed. How does that sound?”

He had to twist her body around, as well as move her arm more around his shoulders than around his neck, but he managed to put his mouth on one of Mia’s breasts. He sucked on and kissed the flesh at its side while one of his hands fondled it from below. The feel and sound of his lips and fingers on her breast enticed Mia while she decided if she had the energy to clean his cock off.

By the way, as big as that cock still was, it wasn’t nearly as huge as it had been through their night of bliss. It was rapidly deflating, too. Mia should have been able to tell that he was spent for the night. He was only asking for a little bonus footage before they went to her bed—a post-credits scene.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~It was unbelievable to her how the moment in her theater room was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced, when an hour ago, their restaurant interlude had been the hottest moment in her life. An hour before that, the public sex in Kameron's hovercar had held that title. This man was giving her so many incredible sexual experiences so fast, it was making her head spin. He was terrifyingly perfect for her, at least sexually. Once she got to know more of the man beneath all those muscles and orgasms, she was pretty positive that all of Kameron would be perfect for her. She loved his sense of humor. Mia laughed when he responded to her comment about Kameron being in movies. "I'll happily watch anything you're starring in, even if I'm not in it with you." She loved his kinks. They lined up with hers, perfectly. She noticed his phone, obviously set up to record whatever they were going to do to each other in response to watching their shower porn. Knowing it was likely recording, Mia would play to the camera, when she wasn't completely frenzied by Kameron's brand of loving.

The talk of anal got her engines revving. Especially when he began whispering in her ear about how he would struggle to fit. "Mmmmm..." was her response to his suggestion of a lot of lube. "Should probably start working my way up with butt plugs..." Her body shook with delight when he tongued the rim of her ear. It also clamped down once more upon those thick fingers when he told her to watch how he filled her up on screen. It would take time, patience, and yes, a lot of lube to get his beast in her ass. But she was completely ready and willing to try.

Kam bit her neck, putting the image of what they saw on her big screen into words. He was, indeed, stretching her pussy wide. He would do the same with her ass. Mia arched from the overwhelming pleasure the sting of the bite brought, the image, and his words. It was more than time to have him stretch her wide, once more. She got into position, pressed her dripping sex against the thick, hot tip of his cock, and sank down.

The feel of his teeth scraping against her skin heightened their joining. Her nerve-endings were alive, and responded to every single touch. But what shook her world was when Kameron wrapped his hand around her neck. It had ascended, via her breast. Anytime Kameron's big hand gripped her breast was fantastic. A firm squeeze brought a low moan forth. That moan changed once his hand wrapped around her neck. Strong, warm fingers squeezed at her skin and Mia's breath caught. He would feel her throat work with a swallow before his fingers would catch the vibrations of the higher-pitched, loud groan that escaped from her parted lips. Mia arched her back, pressing her neck closer to his hand, while her hips jerked down below. Warm honey trickled forth to coat his cock and her inner-walls began to clamp down all around him in time to each squeeze he gave to her neck.

It was the perfect amount of pressure. Each squeeze hindered her breathing just a tad, but it wasn't enough that she felt she was suffocating. A deeper breath could be taken to get more air, resulting in her panting breaths. It was a great display of his strength and how powerful he actually was, but it was also a display in his restraint, and the respect he held for her. Mia trusted that Kam would never hurt her, would only perform these types of kinks with her consent, and for their mutual satisfaction. And was Mia satisfied. The way her body responded, as well as how she continued to fuck him through it was testament to how much she enjoyed his play with her neck. In answer to his question on if she liked what he did, she mewled a, "Fuck yessss...." It was all she could say, though a thousand other sexual scenarios she wanted to attempt with him popped into her head.

While she danced so erotically on his tower, he gave one last, final squeeze. That squeeze cut off a little more of the air-supply than the previous ones. It was so good, Mia saw stars. For a brief moment, all she felt was the pressure of his fingers. The throb of his cock as it slid all the way up her tight channel. The sound of his heavy breathing or outcries. The strength of his body beneath hers. She didn't need air in her lungs because she had already forgotten how to breathe, anyway. But then he loosened his grip, and directed her face to the side so he may kiss her. Mia sucked in a deep breath, only for it to whoosh out when their tongues met. Riding him backwards, tongues tangling mid-air, still coming off the high of what his hand had done with her neck, it was no wonder she thought that she wouldn't be able to last much longer.

But she didn't say anything - not yet. Kameron's lips had captured hers, and they were engaged in a deep, hungry kiss that seemed to match what their bodies did down below. Speaking of down below, Mia's pussy greedily sucked at his cock, wrapping him up like a glove that didn't want to come off. Each wiggle or roll of her hips made a wet, squishy, almost sucking sound. A sound that not only reached their ears, it would be caught by Kameron's camera phone, recorded for posterity. Looking to Kameron's phone, she looked straight into what she assumed was the lens recording them. Both arms now around his neck, she imagined them fucking to the video they were currently recording. His fingers played and pulled upon her navel-piercing, sending that pulling sensation all the way down to her clit. A coy smile curled to her lips before a breathless laugh traveled from her mouth to the phone's audio-recorder. It was then that she admitted that she wouldn't last much longer.

His whisper to let go sent a thrill through her. Eyes now closed to the onslaught of ecstasy, his hot, masculine whisper added to the already remarkable moment. He encouraged her even more by using a thumb on her clit, drawing erotic circles or flicking the nub. His thrusts became a little harder, giving her that bite of aggression in their slow, leisurely, but almost torturous fuck. She couldn't help it. Couldn't hold on anymore. Mia allowed the sensation to sweep her away and her climax to claim her. Wave after wave rushed through her. Arms tightened around his neck while her head continued to roll back and forth on his shoulder. Low, guttural groans were her choice of outcry, rather than piercing screams. Hips adopted a solid, uneven pace, but nothing like the bouncing, rough, almost feral strokes she usually experienced when she came with him. It was still just as intense, just as good, just as pleasurable. She, too, was exhausted and literally running on fumes.

In the back of her mind, she heard him cum, surely felt it, which prolonged her own orgasm. It would be quite easy to listen to his outcries all day, every day. He sounded so sexy giving in to his pleasure. It was in the middle of that thought that she felt the pull of her hair. The startling jolt combined with the delicious sting, and brought a sharp gasp forth. Licking her lips, she moaned hoarsely, a smutty smile getting caught by Kameron's phone. Damn, he knew how to touch her.

A sweaty head full of silky, chestnut-colored hair easily went the direction he pulled. His teeth sank into her neck and she about jumped out of his lap. Like the pull to her hair, she wasn't expecting the bite. Her body jerked as she gasped. Even her inner-walls clamped down hard upon his spent dick. If she wasn't so damn tired, she would have immediately been ready for more. She began to shiver as his tongue bathed her sweaty skin. Constant moans, whimpers, and mewls left her lips while her body continued to erotically undulate.

The next pull of her hair produced another enthusiastic gasp. He spoke in her ear, the sound of his voice deeply sensual. He sounded sated, worn out, and so sexy that a full-body shiver overtook her once more. It always felt good to hear how much someone wanted her, but to know that this man craved her was something else entirety. An amused sound vibrated in her throat before she spoke, playfulness in her voice. "You have no more to give me? How can that be? It's not like we've fucked countless times tonight or anything. We need to work on your stamina, Mr. Real Estate..."

Mia melted into his kiss, moving her lips over his in yet another erotic show of her neverending lust. They both felt it. They were physically drained. Could not find energy to fuck again. Mia suspected it would take the rest of the night for Kam's supply to replinish. Yet, the way they kissed, with their tongues tangling, suggested that if they could, they would probably fuck the rest of the night. He broke away - Mia out of breath once more- to suggest that she clean him off with her mouth for the benefit of the camera. Well, not just for the camera. "Hmmm....a chance to put my mouth on your fucking perfect cock? I think I can handle it....just as soon as I figure out where my legs went."

She didn't need convincing, but would enjoy his mouth on her breast until she had the strength to get off of him. His mouth and fingers were magic upon her generous-sized curve. Closing her eyes, she savored his loving while gathering strength in her limbs. A smile remained upon her kiss-swollen lips until she was able to drop her arms, and slowly push herself off of his lap. Their bodies seperated, and Mia moaned at such a loss. He filled her up so nicely, even when he wasn't fully erect. Luckily, she didn't have to stand up. Couldn't even if she tried. Once his dick was out of her, she could sink to the floor between his legs.

On her knees, he would finally see her face. She looked up at him, bit her bottom lip, then released it with a *pop* before directing a sexy smile his way. Chocolate eyes glanced down to his dick, still hard and covered in a mix of both of their cum. Even semi-erect, his meat was impressive. It was so thick and long when fully erect, he tested her lack of a gag reflex. It's not like she felt like she was going to gag, he just filled her mouth so completely that it was difficult to breathe, even through her nose. And it was the most fulfilling feeling in the world knowing she could, in fact, take all of him in.

Eyes glued to his, Mia leaned down, one hand on either of his thighs, opened her mouth, and slowly took him inside. Down she went, the warm, wet cavern surrounding him until her nose touched his pubic hair. She didn't linger for long, slowly slurping up his length until he left her mouth completely. Mia briefly studied his saliva-soaked tower. He tasted of a mix of both of them, which wasn't the most pleasant of flavors, so she tried to focus on his taste, alone.

On the next pass, Mia wrapped as much of her hand around the base of him as she could. Even semi-erect that was difficult. Tilting her head towards his phone, she directed his cock to her mouth. Lips parted for her tongue to slip out. Eyes on his phone, she licked and lashed at the head of his cock, moving his shaft this way and that so she didn't miss any of their juices. Soon, her tongue began at the base, licking all the way up. Mia became focused on her delicious task, hooded eyes now on his meat. Even her lips got in on it, softly kissing or gently sucking their way up. Soft moans and little pleased sounds vibrated in her throat while her tongue, lips, mouth, and hand all worked in tandem to clean him up.

As she finished, she continued to place sporadic, soft kisses along his shaft. Her tongue peaked out to lap at his head. One last suck, a kiss upon the tip, and she sat back on her haunches with a look of complete satisfaction upon her face. Eyes moved up his bulky frame until they reached his eyes. He looked as worn out as she felt. It was late, and they had spent most of the evening giving and getting an erotic workout. A soft, sweet smile curved to her lips before she spoke. "How about I get us both some water before we find the comfort of my bed?"

If he agreed, she would slowly rise to her feet, aided by her hands on his rock-hard thighs to push herself up. Legs didn't feel as shaky as they had before she slid to her knees in between his legs, so she needed only a minute to find the strength to stand on her own. Leaning forward, she placed a kiss on his lips and whispered, "I'll be right back." Warm breath blew against his lips before she pushed up and stood. On dancer's legs, she spun, and moved to the door. As she turned the handle, she looked over her shoulder to wink at the man who had turned her world upsidedown in a matter of days.

It didn't take her long to grab a couple of bottles of water, removing the sparkly dress that had been bunched at her waist to leave on the floor for her cleaning robot to pick up. When she returned to Kam, she was completely naked, save the choker around her throat. Love-marks from his lips, teeth, beard, or fingers covered different parts of her body. Her skin was damp with sweat, giving it a glow under the soft lights of her theater room. All three of her tattoos were on display, only one visible to Kam because she faced him as she walked back in.

Assuming he already took care of his phone and the video he recorded, she handed him a bottle of water. With a tilt of her chin, she indicated he follow her to her room. "C'mon, amante, let's get some rest." While she waited for him to rise, she downed several gulps of her water. Once he was ready, she led the way. It wasn't far, but she could feel every step she took. She was deliciously sore. All over. Kameron had worked her body and worked it so good, she would likely feel it in the morning.

As they made their way into her room, Mia could feel exhaustion sink in with every step. It would take some effort to crawl in bed, but once she did, she wouldn't move from it until she woke up. To hell with wiping herself down. The sheets could get changed tomorrow. She just wanted her bed, with Kameron wrapped up around her. Unless he said or did anything to keep her awake, she would fall right to sleep as soon as they were wrapped up in each other, and not wake up until the morning.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

A leisurely sort of ecstasy was what Kameron felt during Mia’s blowjob. There really was no rush this time—he was completely out of ammo. With no sense of urgency, he could just sit there and bask in his lover’s oral attention, which was the best he had ever had. Mia was the only woman who’d ever gobbled up his entire shaft, and he tried to tell her that.

“Oh, baby! You suck me off so good! Nobody’s ever sucked me off like you...” he whispered while gathering up her hair in his hands. He did not pull her healthy, sweaty, chestnut hair hard, for if he did, he would’ve messed up what she was doing, which was perfect. Instead, he held much of her hair in a makeshift ponytail, and tugged on it lightly, occasionally. Whenever the pleasures she granted him were too much, he’d wring her hair a little, too.

Kameron tried his best to keep his eyes on her, but she made it so tough to keep his eyes open for long. Earlier, when she pulled their sexes apart—which was always a challenge—hoisted herself of him, and then sank to her knees between his legs, the sexy expressions on her face that preceded her oral ministrations would have been enough to soak the prodigious head of his dick with precum if he were in a vigorous state. And once her mouth made contact with his big but expended dick, the sweet sensations were too much for him to keep his eyes open for long. He would have cum right then and there if not for the fact that he was totally out of ammo.

Eyes shut, head falling back, he sighed toward the ceiling. “Gaaawwd. Unnggh...Meeeaaah. You make me feel so good, I don’t know what to do about it! Mmmpph…”

This was how he behaved throughout Mia’s languid, perfect blowjob. He couldn’t do much of anything, except wring or tug on her hair now and then, hang his head back with his eyes closed, and moan or sigh to the sky. He was totally naked, so whenever Mia gazed up, she would see his brawny, tan torso, still sticky with sweat, flex to a rhythm established by her sucking, licking, and kissing. Each time he flexed, the hollows between his muscles deepened, making those muscles look as hard as can be. His tattooed right pec and arm glistened under the private theater lights like the rest of his body, though that inked flesh didn’t glisten quite as brightly.

Because his eyes were closed, Kameron didn’t notice when Mia eyed and mugged it up for the camera. Even if his eyes were opened, he wouldn’t have seen much except blurs and flashes, because what he felt was so sublime it nearly blinded him.

Within her mouth or her grip, his cock throbbed as much as it could. When she paused to study it, Mia would see that it was still mighty, but she had seen, felt, and tasted it when it was much mightier. His present, weakened state was a testament to how beautifully she had fucked him throughout the whole night. When she took all of his diminished slab into her mouth, he arched his back on the theater chair and engaged in a full-body flex. Even inside of her mouth, his cock tightened, just not nearly as much as when he’s in prime condition. When she tongued or kissed along the shaft, he trembled. And when she tongued or kissed the tip, it fattened as much as it could.

“Unngh! So good...so good…”

With nothing more to give her tonight, Kameron could do naught but take everything that Mia offered, which was magnificent. And at the end, after Mia took her mouth off and reared back onto her haunches, he was finally able to open his eyes, look down, and see her with a supremely satisfied look on her face. Both of them were supremely satisfied.

“Oh, baby, I’m done for the night. I didn’t realize I could cum so much,” he croaked.

Mia offered some water, which made Kameron suddenly realize that his throat was as dry as a desert road baking under the sun. “Yeah, I could definitely go for some water. But c’mere first...I want a kiss.”

If Mia indulged him, their kiss would be brief but passionate. Even the touch of his lips and the way his tongue played conveyed how exhausted he was. Afterwards, when Mia left to get water, Kameron didn’t do anything except sit there and try to remember how to move.

Mia re-entered soon after, naked this time. Seeing her completely nude—except for her choker—made his dick swell, but even that single, thick swell made him ache in more ways than one. “Ungh! Mia, you’re so sexy it literally hurts,” he said, the smile on his face a little strained. Together, the two new lovers guzzled down their water, and then they left the theater as a mess that her cleaning bots would take care of later.

Kameron picked up his phone on the way out of the theater. He shut off the camera, but he didn’t glance at his messages, even though the tiny icons on the screen told him he had many new, unread messages. Phone in one big hand, Mia’s in the other, he followed her back to her bedroom. And just like the previous night, the two of them crawled into her bed, messed up the sheets with their love juices and sweat, curled their bodies around each other, and fell asleep, both feeling more tired and comfortable than they ever had before. And just like the previous night, they slept in her bed without fucking in it.

*****

Kameron dreamed of fucking and loving on Mia in her private theater. In his dream, he wasn’t physically spent, so he was able to do all sorts of things to her that he was not able to do last night. He jackhammered her with her upside down right in front of the screen. He banged her against the wall. He loved on her in missionary behind the bar. He ate her out with her atop the bar.

Even in his dreams, Kameron could not get enough of Mia.

Toward the end of the dream, Kameron was in a position that mirrored what happened in real life: he was seated in the middle of the front row, and Mia was kneeling between his thick, athletic legs, suckin’ and kissin’ and lickin’ his thick, delicious meat pillar. However, unlike the real life experience, the dream version was interrupted when he got a tap on his shoulder right before he came…

Agitated and on the verge of orgasm, dream Kameron looked over his shoulder, and standing between the first and second row was Mariana, his right-hand woman. She was dressed in business attire, as usual, and she was holding her table, also as usual.

“I’ve sent you a million messages, Kam, yet you haven’t answered a single one.” It sure sounded like Mariana, though her voice sounded floaty, or like it was coming from far away. “You’re being a terrible boss, right now.”

Kameron woke up at that instant. Groggy and crusty-eyed, he sat up, and it took him several moments to realize where he was. The bed was unfamiliar, the room was unfamiliar, but the hot and soft body he felt beside him was intimately familiar. Mia, still sleeping beside him, felt like an anchor that pulled him back to reality, even though his time with her had felt like pure fantasy. He smiled as he watched her sleep.

Too bad the fantasy keeps getting interrupted by work. Kameron sighed before glancing at his phone, which was sitting on a nightstand on his side of the bed. Out of instinct and habit, he picked up the phone and pressed his thumb to the screen to unlock it. However, he did not tap on the Inbox icon, which had a little, red icon on the corner that told him he had dozens of new messages. After several seconds of consideration, Kameron set the phone back down on the stand without checking his messages. He glanced back at Mia.

Great god damn, she looks delicious…

He picked his phone back up, set the camera up to record, and placed it on the nightstand once again.

Mia would awaken with Kameron’s face between her legs. Perhaps she would be woken up by his large hands on her legs, lifting them up and apart. Maybe she woke up when he nibbled on the insides or the backs of her thighs. Perhaps it was his warm breath on her cunt that got her up. Or maybe it was the playful, little licks and sucking kisses to her mound and labia that made her open her eyes.

Whatever the case may be, when Mia awoke, she’d look down the length of her divine, naked body to see her new lover’s eyes smiling up at her. “Good morning,” he would tell her before wrapping his lips around her clit and giving it a good morning suck. He'd continue to suck on her clit while gazing up at her face.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Before they headed to Mia's room, she was content to take her time cleaning his cock of their mixture of cum with her mouth and tongue. Though he didn't say outright that no one had ever taken all of his cock before, what he did say conveyed the message. Mia tried to smile around him, but even his semi-erect tower made it difficult. She did softly hum in response, confirming that she heard and understood, the vibrations surrounding all of him. Knowing that he, at least, hadn't gotten a better blow-job with anyone else made her feel on top of the world. The feeling was intoxicating. If she weren't so physically tired from everything sexual they had done today, she would likely get drunk from the power she felt knowing that.

Mia felt Kameron gather her hair up in his big hands. He was gentle, didn't pull hard, or tug, unless something felt exceptionally good. She supposed he wanted a better view of her face with his phallus in her mouth. That suited her just fine, for it was beneficial for her, too. Not only did it keep her hair from sticking to her shoulders, back, or face, it gave her a primo view of Kameron in all of his naked glory. Plus, it felt good to have his hand grasping the strands of her hair.

With an unobstructed view all the way up his warrior-like body, she could watch his head fall back against the back of the seat. Eyes hungrily devoured the look of satisfaction on his stunningly handsome face. She could see his bulky body tremble if a lick of her tongue up his shaft felt particularly pleasurable. Enjoy the bunching of his abs when he flexed. The movement of his beautifully-inked tattoo when he shifted. Kameron was a fucking work of art, and he was hers - for the time being - to admire, touch, and taste.

She continued to do just that, mesmorized at how incredibly sexy he looked arching his back because she took all of him inside of her mouth one last time. Jesus, if she had any more energy left, she would have immediately gotten wet at the sight, climbed in his lap, and ridden him to oblivion. Instead, she moaned around him, eyes constantly sliding up and down the length of his body to memorize every twitch, every look of ecstasy, every flex of well-honed muscle.

Once Mia felt she had sufficiently cleaned him off, she sat back to look at her work, and look up at him. With effort, he told her that he was done for the night and that he didn't think it was possible for him to cum so much. His comment brought a wide smile to her lips. That was yet another thing only Mia could do - make Kameron cum multiple times in one night. Good to know. He had the same affect on her, though she only said, "Stick with me, amante, and the possibilities are endless." With a wink and a playful smile, she asked if he was thirsty.

Kameron accepted her offer for water, but requested a kiss first. Not one to deny such a treat, she used his thighs to steady her upper-body. Their lips met for a tired, yet no less passionate kiss. His lips felt perfect against hers. They were soft, yet carried strength and such sensuality. It didn't last long, but it was just right. Mia reluctantly pulled away so she could go get them both some water.

When she returned, she was naked, save her choker, with cool water bottles in her hands. She laughed at his comment about being so sexy it hurt, clearly flattered. Before she began to drink her water down, she murmured, "The feeling is more than mutual, amante." After drinking, they walked hand-in-hand, which was incredibly intimate and sweet, to her room. The moment she had Kam wrapped around her like a blanket, her head resting against either his chest, or the spot between his shoulder and neck, she was asleep.

Mia was so tired that she didn't dream that night. Even if she did, she wouldn't remember anything when she woke. In sleep, she had never felt more protected and complete, then when Kameron was pressed against and wrapped around her. While she would realize when awake that it felt so good not to sleep alone, she didn't want to get used to it.

This thing with Kameron was so new. And while it felt profound and so right, how could it be? They had just met. Barely knew each other. And Mia was holding something major back. While she withheld that particular secret from everyone, it was never good when in a potential romantic relationship. Kameron saw the real Mia in every other aspect, why would her former last name and disgustingly wealthy and famous family make a difference?

While dreams didn't come to Mia while she was asleep, other, more pleasurable things did. The incredibly muscular and warm blanket she had enjoyed the entire night disappeared. Normally, the sudden change from warmth to coolness would wake her up. She was known to be a light sleeper, but their date, accompanied with marathon sex had utterly exhausted her. She felt that warmth appear between her legs, and even felt her legs lift and part.

In the video Kameron had begun recording, it would catch Mia still in sleep. Her face was turned in the direction of the camera since she had been using Kam as a pillow before he slipped down the bed. Her hair was in disarray all over their pillows and the mattress. The lifting and parting of her legs didn't make sense to Mia in her sleep, so a little frown appeared upon her lips, as well as a furrow in her brow. It was like she was trying to solve a mystery in rem, yet she wasn't in rem, anymore.

The nibbles to the sides and backs of her thighs produced a small gasp, along with a sleepy smile. Goosebumps began to raise on her legs. Not only would his camera pick it up, Mia would hear her own breathy outcry, further pulling her out of her slumber. Hot puffs of breath against her nethers got Mia squirming restlessly. Teeth bit down upon her lower lip as if she was trying to hold back her moan. If Kameron looked down, he would see her arousal beginning to shimmer against her nether lips in the morning light. She was pink and moist, soft and ready for whatever he had in store for her.

Up above, Mia's head began to slowly roll back and forth. The moment his tongue touched her, she did moan, hips lifting slightly off the mattress. Still sleepy, with pleasure simmering in her most sensitive area, Mia was caught in this beautiful, in-between place. She was either having a wonderfully erotic dream about Kameron, or Kameron was doing wonderfully erotic things to her while she slept. Even in sleep(or half-wakefulness) she knew exactly who was between her legs, and giving her pleasure. He was her fantasy man, come to life. Which was even more remarkable because she didn't even know she had a fantasy man until she met him.

Perhaps he did something with his tongue that caused her to arch her back, her ample bosom lifting and moving beautifully for the camera. Fingers that had been gripping the fitted sheet moved so one hand could dive through his lengthy hair at the back of his head. The other hand stayed put. "Mmm...Kameron," she panted. See? Even half-asleep she knew who he was. However, the sound of her own voice - though soft, hoarse, and drowsy - brought her out of the delicious state she was in.

It didn't matter. In fact, when Mia's eyes fluttered open, she first blinked up at her ceiling, which was blurry. Perhaps a delicious, teasing tickle of his tongue dragged her focus from the ceiling, down to his breathtaking face. A slow smile began to curve to her lips when she realized she hadn't been dreaming. Kam was actually between her legs, licking and lapping at her pussy with his teasing tongue.

Before she could say anything, he greeted her with the sexiest, "Good morning." His voice was all deep and gravelly because he hadn't been awake for very long, either. Before she could reply in kind, he sucked her clit into his warm mouth. What Kameron and the camera viewed was a harsh intake of breath right before her hips lifted off the mattress and her back arched. A low, chesty moan followed the gasp. Mia's eyes closed as the hand at the back of his head simultaneously pushed him forward and pulled his hair.

A strained laugh/moan left her parted lips. Hazy eyes, fogged with sleepiness and now desire, moved down over her breasts with hard, pink-tipped nipples, over her stomach with her sparkly, silver navel ring, to look into his eyes. Not only could she see the smile in his eyes, she could see the sparkle of mischief. That mischief was what brought him between her legs to wake her up in such a fun, erotic way. It turned her the hell on. "If I can wake up...uungh....every morning to you...mmm...doing any manner of...wicked thing to me...then...yessss, Kam, keep sucking... then life would be...so perfect...."

The stripper still had no idea that Kam had set up his camera to record their morning interlude, yet she played to it marvelously. His lips felt phenomenal wrapped around her clit. Each suck sent her reeling. Sometimes, her head tilted back to the ceiling, eyes closed and lips parted to allow her outcries to escape. Other times, her head tilted forward so her eyes could open to watch him perform such lavicious acts upon her sex. Her lower body began to undulate with the suctioning rhythm of his lips. Her breath became labored, lifting her generously-sized breasts up higher into the air. Her tongue peeked out to lick the dryness from her lips.

The longer he sucked, the better it felt, and the more erratic her physical responses became. Fingers began to pull harder at the strands of his hair. The fingers gripping the bedsheet sported white knuckles from the strength of her grip. One leg hung over one of his shoulders while the other bent at the knee, her bare foot pressing into the mattress. If he meant to do something else to her before she came, now would be the time to do it. Mia was perilously close to going over the edge. If his goal was to see her orgasm, then all he had to do was continue to use his talented and magnificent mouth upon her.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Even asleep, Mia’s reactions to what Kameron did to her were sexy as hell. He was happy that he had the presence of mind to record this good morning fuck, and he was especially happy that he could enjoy this with her, at all.

I could wake up making love to her every morning for the rest of my life! The idea excited him more than almost anything else he could remember, and it caused his aching cock to swell against the sheets. Much of his body—not just his dick—still hurt from all the loving and fucking they indulged in last night. But that did not stop him from dreaming about fucking her, and wanting nothing more than to love on her some more this morning.

Naked and curled at the foot of Mia’s bed, Kameron began to wake her up by tonguing her thighs. Goosebumps popped up immediately, which caused him to smile and laugh. His warm breath tickled her gooseflesh a moment before he licked it, savoring the texture as well as the taste of her raised skin.

Soon after, when Mia’s cunt began to glisten with her arousal, he held her legs apart and just stared at it. So beautiful… Kameron gazed at her gorgeous pink sex for a little while before pursing his lips and blowing upon the newly-moistened skin. After blowing on her for a bit, he proceeded to tongue her, kiss her, and suck her there. Moaning, he adored the taste and smoothness of her. He planted nibbling kisses along her labia, on either side of her gash. A growl of his belly reminded him of his hunger, but what he was truly hungry for was Mia’s puss.

Kameron made out with Mia’s cunt until she awoke. He even took a few seconds to rub his cheeks against her labia, rubbing her cream against his face and tickling her flesh with his beard. So when Mia opened her eyes and gazed down the length of her incomparable body, the first thing she saw were Kameron’s dark, hungry, mischievous eyes, and the second thing she saw was how his beard was a bit sticky with her morning arousal.

Then, after he wished her a “Good morning,” he trapped her clips between his lips and sucked her. He continued to look up her body—past her belly, her jostling belly ring, her raised ribs, her jiggling tits—so he could see her face as he began to suck her. When she arched her back, he slid his hands beneath her ass to hold her up, keeping her arched like that...holding her pussy up to his mouth to silently tell her that she wasn’t going anywhere until she came for him.

God damn, her pussy’s so sweet and her ass is so fine! His brain screamed in exultation, for the taste of her combined with the feel of her ass cheeks within his huge, veiny hands was driving him insane. He massaged her rear as he kept on sucking. And he continued to suck until she climaxed. If that happened quickly, then fantastic. If it took a while, that would also be fantastic, and he would not relent on the sucking.

When Mia came, Kameron was mesmerized, as he so often was by her. What made it even better was that her orgasm was captured on video, so he could relive it over and over again whenever he wanted. But that was for the future...here in the present, he was fully immersed in her pleasure.

He sucked on her clitty for only a few more seconds following the onset of her orgasm. His mouth popped off it, he sucked in a deep breath, then he dove right back in, this time so he could press his lips against her nethers and stick his tongue as deep inside as it could go. His talented tongue wriggled within her love canal throughout her orgasm, trying to intensify it. It found one of those spots that he already knew she loved to get licked or fingered, and it concentrated its sexual assault there.

Eventually, when Mia’s orgasm subsided, Kameron’s oral assault eased into oral pampering. He kept his tongue within her, but licked her softly, easily. Breathing through his nose, he used it to bump against her clit, to tease it. He released her ass, so it was free to drift back down to the mattress. Now free to wander, his hands rounded her body, caressed her ribs, then covered her breasts. He massaged and squeezed her breasts, and on occasion he pulled on her tits.

Kameron took his sweet time loving on Mia’s pussy with his mouth. Even after he withdrew his tongue, he continued to suck and kiss her labia. His tongue felt cramped, so he gave it a break. But after it was rested, he dragged it around the surface of her sex, lapping up some of the cream he did not drink.

Sooner or later, Mia would look down, and their eyes would meet again. Kameron, his face painted with her cum, grinned. “Who makes you cum the hardest, baby?” He gave her one more, decadent lick to her slit and to her clit before he began to climb up her body. His body was so huge, and yet it maneuvered so easily between her legs. He claimed to be a businessman but was built like an MMA fighter, and that dangerous, tattoo-covered body now loomed above hers.

“Who has the best cock, hm?” He still was not at 100%, even after a good night’s sleep, because Mia had fucked him dry like nobody else ever had. But even at below 100%, his beast was massive, and he rubbed it against her pussy while staring at her face.

Kameron kissed her. He lowered his entire body onto hers, smothering her against her own bed. Pelvis rocking, he ground his sex against hers, as well as ground his hips against the insides of her thighs. After grinding and making out with her for some time, he took his dick in his grip, guided his throbbing cockhead to her slit, and speared her. With a long, slow, powerful thrust, he split Mia open and stuffed her.

The first time that Kameron and Mia made love in her bed started off slow but powerful, but knowing them, they’d become frenzied and out of control soon. His lips were sealed to hers and their tongues were at play. He scraped his tongue against her teeth and tongue-tickled the back of her throat, once or twice. He sucked on her tongue more than once or twice. When they weren’t making out, his face hovered above hers, and he did his best to keep his eyes open so they could gaze into each other’s eyes.

I’m losing it… What Kameron didn’t realize was that he was already lost in her. He moaned as their eyes locked. He moaned deeper when their mouths merged, again.

That’s how their first loving on her bed started, and how it went for a while. But it ended much differently. When Kameron felt like his dam was about to burst, he suddenly lifted his body off of her. Without removing his huge, veiny meat-beast from Mia’s treasure, he got into a squatting position above her, hoisted only her lower body up, and basically got her into an upside-down position. This was inspired by what he had dreamed about doing to her last night—he wanted to jackhammer her. Instead of jackhammering her on a chair in her theater, he jackhammered her on her bed.

Fast and frenzied and in an awkward position they hadn’t tried before, Kameron drilled her until they both climaxed. Even a flexible, veteran dancer like Mia couldn’t hold this position comfortably for long, but Kameron didn’t need long to cum. The room—hell, her entire apartment—got filled with his orgasmic screams. His whole body flexed—spasmed, really—while he stuffed her puss and filled her womb with buckets of cum. Everything they did, everything they shared, every way they displayed their out-of-control desire for one another was captured on video.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Still half-asleep, but keenly aware of what Kameron was doing with his magical mouth between her legs, Mia felt like she was in heaven. What had she done to deserve such a sinful wake-up call? More importantly, what had she done to deserve the delicious man doing it to her? She didn't dwell on those questions long because the power of pleasure his mouth evoked swept everything from her mind. All she could focus on was what his mouth, lips, or tongue were doing, and how freaking good it felt.

Eyes closed from the ecstasy of his suck to her clit, Mia recalled the look in his dark orbs when they first made eye-contact. The man literally took her breath away. His beard was wet with what she could only assume was her honey, which made the first visual of him of the morning that much more potent. When her back arched, Mia felt those big hands slip to her ass to hold her in place. By his sure grip, she too knew that he had no intention of letting her go anywhere for a while. Which was fine with her.

With his mouth fully pressed against her sex, and her fingers in his hair, she wanted to stay in exactly this position. Kameron's lips were masters at sucking her clit, giving the most perfect suction. With one leg thrown over his shoulder, and the other bent, her foot pressed flat in the mattress, she could easily ride the rhythm of his sucks. To Kameron, and the camera, the gyrating of her body looked incredibly sensual. Mia periodically forced her eyes open to watch him, but would soon become too overwhelmed by the complete eroticism of the moment, and closed them again.

Though Mia felt it coming, though she rode his face with increased abandon, it still took her by surprise when her orgasm rushed through her. Incredible, overwhelming sensation shot through her veins. Her body stilled, momentarily shocked, before it began bucking and rolling wildly against his face. Fingers pulled at the strands of his hair. Eyes closed tight, and her lips parted to allow her low, loud, chesty groan to fill the air of her room, his ears, and the video that he was recording.

The groan changed when his tongue slithered up into her spasming channel. Higher-pitched mewls rang throughout her room as that wicked little muscle licked or wriggled, hitting spots that made her eyes roll back into her head. Her back arched sharply, her chin almost pointing to her headboard. The leg that had been draped over his shoulder nearly wrapped around his neck to help anchor her so she could ride his tongue and ride out her orgasm. Even her fucking toes curled at the pleasure he so easily bestowed upon her.

Long moments passed before the veil of her orgasm lifted, and she became aware of her surroundings. Her butt was no longer lifted within Kameron's hands. It rested comfortably on the mattress. Now, his hands were moulding her breasts, pulling on her nipples. His mouth was lapping up all the cream that he alone caused to flow forth. She was still moaning softly with each lap of his talented tongue, hips jerking with every pull or tweak to her nipples.

Panting heavily, Mia opened her eyes, then dropped her gaze to his face. A look of pure gratification was alight in her heavy-lidded eyes, and lazy smile. The hand that had been gripping at his hair now moved around to the front so the backs of her fingers could caress the side of his face. Those fingers met with both skin and soft facial hair. His facial hair was a little sticky with her cum, but she didn't mind. Mia loved to touch him however she could.

A breathy and hoarse laugh escaped as a partial response to his question about who makes her cum the hardest. Obviously, he knew who it was, but she humored him, anyway. "You, Mr. Real Estate. Most definitely you. Damn, my toes even curled. I don't think anyone has ever made my toes curl, before. And you do it with such ease." Her breath caught when he bestowed one last, toe-curling lick to her sex. Though she had just cum, her body was sensitive, and yearning for more. He had yet to fuck her this morning. However, as he moved up her body, looking big, dangerous, imposing, and sexier than ever, she shivered, because she knew he was about to do just that. It would be a first for the two of them in their short, but sizzling time together- to fuck in a bed.

Hovered over her, his broad, muscular body the only thing in her vision, Mia could feel the heat of his body. Felt wonderfully surrounded and trapped beneath him. Hooded eyes were glued to his. Her legs were now both bent at the knees, feet flat on the mattress. They were spread wide to accommodate all of his mass, and to encourage him to do more, to do so much more to her. Anything he wanted, really.

He asked her who she thought had the best cock. Again, it was a question he most definitely knew the answer to. But Mia was stunned into stillness by the moment, and didn't answer right away. Here she was, on her back in her bed, the absolute sexiest man she had ever met looming over her, naked. He had just awoken her with his mouth stimulating her pussy, which had never happened to her before. He had made her cum so hard, she saw stars. And, he was getting ready to fuck her.

Like Kam, Mia felt that she was in deep. She could easily wake up next to him every morning. Easily make love to him every night and every morning. Easily walk into a club, a restaurant, or a function on his arm. She shouldn't want it. Shouldn't want more and more with him. But she did. And she continued to fall harder and harder the longer they spent time together. It was overwhelming. He was overwhelming.

The rubbing of his phallus against her cunt sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Maybe he had done it to encourage her to speak, since she hadn't yet answered his question. Mia's eyes widened before she released a desperate sounding groan. Her entire body undulated beneath his, desperate to get closer to his body, before she made eye-contact with him again and choked out, "You. Again. By miles and miles. Hmmm....I sense a theme...in this line of.... questioning." She said nothing else because his head lowered, and he took her lips in their first kiss of the morning.

Immediately, Mia's arms wrapped around his neck. Kam's body pressed her deliciously into the mattress. She happily took most of his body weight upon her own. While she tasted not only his kiss, but her own essence, their naked bodies rubbed and wiggled. Heavy breasts were squished against his brawny chest, hard nipples sliding against his skin. Her nether lips soaked the underside of his meat. Crazy, but she wanted to get even closer to him, though it was nearly impossible. They were as close as they could get, until he entered her.

She broke their kiss, but only so she could emit a sound of immense delight. Mia couldn't fathom how it felt better than the last, but it always did. Kameron filled her so completely. He spread her as wide as she could possibly go, sliding and rubbing against all manner of incredibly sensitive spots along the way. She arched up into him as much as she could with him pressing her into the bed by using her planted feet. Her outcries were directed into his ear until she found his mouth, and lost herself in another kiss.

Their bodies were perfectly in-sync as they made love in her bed for the first time. Kam's thrusts were slow, but powerful, jolting and jostling her body. In turn, she used her feet to lift her hips so their collision was that much more energetic. Over and over and over again they moved together, their passion hot, eternal. When they weren't kissing, they made eye-contact, watching each other lose themselves. Mia was mesmorized by the look on his face, by the moans that overtook him when the pleasure was too much. The sensation, combined with his kiss, and the way he looked looming above her, threatened to sweep her away.

Before she was swept away, however, Kam lifted his bulky body off of her, jostling their bodies as he got them into a new position. It was awkward, even though Mia was more nimble and bendy than most. Her upper-body was sort-of curled in and tipped up. She placed her hands flat on either side of her head - like she was about to do a handstand - to help steady herself. Kam held the bulk of weight of her lower body so he could fuck her just the way he wanted.

However awkward, it still felt supreme to have Kam pounding into her from above. His thrusts, so fast, hard, and furious, were jarring. Her entire body jiggled. Even her teeth rattled in her head. Mia couldn't do anything but take it. He could hear her grunts with each frenzied thrust. Already on the cusp, it didn't take long for Mia to get pushed over the edge. Kameron's cock was long and thick enough to be a jackhammer, and to have it rapidly thrust into her sent her careening over the cliff. "Kam! I'm...gonna...cum....I'm..
UUUNNGGG...."

Pink in the face from being held nearly upsidedown, Mia let out a piercing scream. Kam either came with her or right after her, so his masculine outcries mixed with hers to fill every room of her condo. Unable to move, she could only experience how her body peaked. How the overwhelming, monumental pleasure swept through her. All she could do was let it out audibly. She could feel Kam's cock pumping, releasing jet after jet of his cream inside of her. The pressure of his pumping added to her pleasure, making her dizzy. Or maybe that was the blood rushing to her head.

Whatever the case, her body responded in kind by squeezing the cum out of him. Wrapped in her velvet embrace like a glove, Kam would feel her walls contract all around him. Together they came. Together they experienced a bliss they had never felt with anyone else. Together their bond became that much stronger.

Thankfully, Kam dropped to the bed soon after they both peaked. Maybe his legs got weak. Still joined, Mia moved with him. He fell backwards, she was pulled forwards. He sat on his ass, his back facing the foot of her bed with Mia on top of him. She straddled his lap, both of them sitting up. Still shaking and near the end of her orgasm, she whimpered at the change of position, and what it did to her oversensitive body.

Upright again, all the blood rushed out of her head, making her dizzy. Mia had to drop her forehead down on his shoulder, and close her eyes until most of the the wooziness passed. Lips near his ear, he could hear her panting, then her breathless words. "I'm not finished with you, yet, amante." They were both covered in a layer of sweat. A sinful smile was plastered to her lips when her head lifted from his shoulder to look up at his face. Silken locks were in disarray, sticking to her neck, shoulders, and back.

Small hands that had automatically wrapped around his neck in the position change, now slid to grasp at his shoulders. "One more....I want one more..." White teeth sensually bit down upon her lower lip as she used her grip on his shoulders to aid her lifting knees. Slowly, her body rose off of his lap. Slowly, her pussy dragged and slid up his tower. Once the thick head of his cock was the only part still inside of her, she let gravity take hold, letting her body quickly swallow him back up. A grin spread her lips wide, a decadent moan vibrated in her chest, and her head fell back to allow the tops of her lengthy hair to tickle her tailbone.

She remained completely stuffed full for one...two beats to luxuriate in the pleasure that flowed, before tilting her head forward, grasping this shoulders, and rising up on her knees once more. The rise and drop was faster this time. Faster the next, and the next, until Mia was literally bouncing on top of Kam's lap, and his cock. Given the pace she set, it wouldn't take her long to go over the edge, yet again.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Kameron loved making Mia cum. That morning, when he ate her out, he adored the feel of her clit throbbing between his lips or how her cunt clenched around his tongue. He relished the feel of her body arching, sharply, as he grabbed her sides, his palms on her ribs. When he looked up, his eyes soaked in the sight of her jiggling tits, her taut tummy—with her navel jewelry jostling about as she squirmed—and her head bent back so far that he lost sight of her beautiful face for a moment.

He especially loved making her cum with his cock, and cumming with her. Feeling her feminine flesh grabbing his spewing dick was like nothing else he had ever experienced. She milked him like no one else could.

“You’re so damn hot!” Kameron shouted as he jackhammered Mia a few final times. Her normally tan face was pink, she had just screamed upside-down, and he felt and watched her orgasm from a new and exciting angle. “There’s no one hotter than you! MmmUNNGGH!” His load poured straight down into her womb as the two of them expressed their carnal glee through echoing bellows.

Kameron built up a sweat as he held this squatting position and plowed her from above. Sweat dripped from his flesh onto hers. Sweat and sex juices smeared upon their flesh whereever their bodies were connected. His slick hands were on her slick legs, helping her maintain her veritable handstand. As they filled the air with screams, grunts, and gasps, their sexes made such salacious squelching sounds every single time they collided.

It was too much. Mia was too much. Kameron climaxed so hard he almost blacked out.

Although he didn’t black out, he did collapse backward. His beast was still hosing Mia’s insides with sperm while they shifted positions and angles, dramatically—first from the jackhammer position, to Kameron seated with Mia almost flat on the bed, and then finally with her lifted so that she straddled his lap. They both needed time to recover from such a rapturous high, and they could do it embracing each other. Mia could rest her head on his shoulder, which felt as sturdy as a table. Her sweaty breasts pressed against his heaving chest. Kameron held onto her tight until he could once again think straight.

Actually, Mia recovered before he did. She told him that she wanted one more, and at first he didn’t know what she meant. “Wha…?” However, she showed him what she meant by starting to ride him. “Ungh! Oh, god, baby! You’re too much!” The next time she saw his face, she’d see a combination of exhaustion, surprise, and pure bliss. His eyes shut, his jaw hung open, and his head dropped backward. A long, throaty moan rose to the ceiling while Mia dropped herself onto his throbbing tower, over and over again.

Kameron collapsed again. Falling backward, he bounced on the mattress, and his head dangled off the foot of the bed. His arms and legs splayed; he couldn’t move. The only thing moving was his meatpole, which tightened and expanded and spread Mia so wide while she rode it with abandon. “Oh baby...baby...MUNGH! Mia!” He was paralyzed by pleasure. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop her from extracting as much pleasure from his meatpole as she desired. But why would he possibly want to?

A brand new orgasm is what jolted him back into action. “MIA! Hnngh!” Mere moments after his beefy beast exploded again, coating her quivering, pink walls with more ropes of white, he opened his eyes, looked up, and saw this goddess riding him. Of course he needed to reach up and touch her.

His hands went to her sides. Like they did earlier, when he was making out with her pussy, he pressed his sweaty palms on her ribcage. His thumbs rolled along her ribs, and then he gripped her as she rode him. Using renewed strength that he somehow knew wouldn’t last for long, he helped lift her up and also yanked her back down, making their bodies slap that much sharper...making her bounce on his balls that much harder...stuffing her with his cock meat that much more desperately.

“Oh, Mia!”

Kameron kept this up until he couldn’t move, again, this time due to exhaustion. He gave one of her breasts a squeeze before both of his arms fell to his sides. Fighting for breath, he lay there, different muscles throughout his body quivering. “Hungh...hungh...hungh…” His brawny body was so sticky; his sweat soaked through Mia’s bed sheets. He was unable to do anything for a while. Deep down, he knew two things:

One: He was completely out of cum. He’d probably need a whole day of recovery before he could fuck again.

Two: He was so into Mia, it was driving him crazy.

Eventually, Kameron regained the ability to move, and the first thing he did was touch Mia some more. He got a handful of her ass cheek and gave it a loving squeeze. He caressed her back, especially her spine. He cupped the side of her neck, looked at her face, brushed some of her sticky hair away from it, and then cupped her cheek. Smiling, he gazed into her eyes.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he confessed before he kissed her. Although he was utterly exhausted, he was never too tired to kiss her. He savored her lips and sucked on her tongue. He rolled his tongue around hers while holding her, possessively. A few times, his mouth split away from hers so he could give her neck or shoulder a hickey, or to lift up her upper body enough to kiss, nibble, and suck on her breasts. Inevitably, though, his mouth returned to hers for more kissing.

In the back of his mind, he knew that he needed to get dressed and get back to work. But Mia kept him right where he was. Time that should have been spent cleaning up was spent making out with her and touching her. He really couldn’t get enough of her.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Not only did the jackhammer position and the force with which he fucked her aid in sending her over the edge, his words, those heated words about how hot she was, and how there was no one hotter than her pushed her over. Upsidedown, she could feel every spurt of semen inside of her. His cock, already huge, felt even bigger, and spread her even wider as it spew his load into her.

Kameron eventually fell back upon her bed, a move that sent her falling flat upon her back, then up in a sitting position upon his lap. Their sexes were still merged, still soaked with a combination of their cum. Still pumping or convulsing with the ends of their shared orgasms. Overwhelmed by the pleasure he evoked, the power of her pleasure, and the blood rushing from her head, Mia took several minutes to catch her breath.

Kam felt so solid beneath her. Like her, he was covered in sweat, and working hard to catch his breath. She was wrapped up in his embrace. His big, muscular body radiated heat. She wouldn't ever need a blanket with him around. Dizzy from being fucked upsidedown, from being fucked so intensely, and from cumming so hard that unconsciousness nearly overtook her, Mia took several long minutes to recover.

However, he was still rock-hard inside of her. She could feel his shaft throbbing, which began to drive her libido crazy. She was desperate to have him one more time. One last incredible fuck, one last incredible orgasm. Her body craved his so much, so fast, and so completely that she barely registered her own whisper into his ear. Then, her head lifted off of his shoulder. Next came her body, sliding up his tower, only to drop back down hard and fast so he filled her to capacity.

Mia was like a woman possessed. The heat they generated, the overwhelming ecstasy she felt because of him was a drug she was wholly and utterly addicted to. And she couldn't wait to get her next fix. As she began to ride him, she watched as his face contorted. Watched his head fall back. Teeth nipped sharply at his beard-covered chin as she built up speed. He fell backwards, and she continued, her hands no longer gripping his shoulders, but now placed flat against his chest.

"Yeah..ungh yeah...your cock feels....fucking amazing!" Mia bounced, she undulated, she ground sensually against him. It was fast, dirty, hot, and felt so damn good that she moved so it would continue to feel so good. "Fuck.....fuck....FUCK!!" As soon as he came, as soon as his hands gripped her hips to pull her down with more force upon his thick cock, Mia came yet again.

Within the strong grip of his big hands, Mia wriggled, and continued to bounce. Up and down....up and down his spewing tower. Nails scored down his chest, leaving red lines in their wake. Her head thrashed from side to side as her body trembled with the force of her climax. Heavy breasts bounced and jiggled. Loud, feminine gasps and sobs filled the air of her bedroom. She bounced and fucked him until she had no more energy. Once her orgasm began to ebb, Mia collapsed heavily on top of him. Her arms, hell, her entire body had given out. Like him, she had nothing more to give.

She was a puddle of flesh and sweat. Breasts were squished against his sweaty chest, which lifted them both as he struggled for breath, much like her. She felt woozy and shaky, like she would pass out at any moment. Keeping her eyes closed while she recovered helped. Eventually, the evening of her breath helped more. That was when she began to notice his gentle, loving touches to her body.

She felt the squeeze to her ass-cheek first. That brought a small smile to her lips. The caress of her spine raised goosebumps all over her arms and legs. She moaned softly, leisurely lifting her head as his hand cupped her neck, then her cheek. Eyes fluttered open, and her head lifted off of his shoulder to look down at his incredibly handsome face as she sweetly nuzzled her cheek against his hand. There was no time to respond to his comment about not getting enough of her before their lips met, so she put her feelings into their kiss.

She moaned softly when their lips touched, losing herself as their lips rubbed and their tongues rolled. Fingers thread through the strands of his sweaty hair. Mia became absorbed in their kiss. It wasn't hot and heavy, but sweet and sensual. A more gentle and loving meeting of lips. While the lust was still there, and felt, their kiss was more about their growing affection for one another. It changed a little when his lips strayed from hers to suck upon her neck or shoulder, leaving a hickey or two upon her skin. Mia moaned and laughed softly, giving Kam ample room to pamper her skin.

Their lips eventually met once more, Mia's tongue slowly lapping at his lips before it snuck into his mouth to lap at his tongue. They made out for many, long minutes, content to just make out, and nothing more. Finally, Mia pulled away to catch her breath. Panting softly, she opened her eyes to gaze into his. "That was easily the best morning wake-up I have ever had. You want some coffee or tea before we shower?"

By the look on her face and the way she moved on top of him, it was quite obvious that a shower - and no hanky-panky - was all she was offering. They were both sweaty from an entire evening and morning of sex. The shower was an offer to get clean, only. Well, that, and to spend more time in his presence, with all of his male attention on her.

However he responded, whether he wanted coffee or tea, or not, she would slowly start to raise herself up to get off of him. Climbing off of him was difficult as hell. Especially when their sexes parted. Mia moaned as she rolled off of him and onto her ass, to face the head of her bed. Eyes focused on the bedside table on his side of the bed, and his phone that was propped up to face them. Had he recorded this dirty wake-up call? An amused smile on her lips, she looked from Kam's phone to Kam. "Are you recording our little morning tryst, Kameron?"

Smile turning mischievous, Mia got to her knees, then crawled to the table with his propped phone. If it were recording, it would catch a naked Mia, hair and breasts hanging and swaying as she closed the distance between her and his phone. Mia grabbed his phone, holding it so the camera would continue recording her as she made her way back over to him.

By now, hopefully Kam was either sitting up in the bed or propped up on his arms. Naked Mia crawled back into his lap and leaned against him so they were both in view of the camera. The arm that held his phone wrapped around his neck. Looking from the camera to Kam, then back again like she was interviewing him, she asked, "Tell me, Kameron...do you record all the women that you fuck? Better yet, do you secretly record them like you just did with me? Do you keep them? And watch them?" Mia was far from angry. The smile that tugged at her kiss-swollen lips was teasing. Yet, her voice held a note of intrigue and keen interest.

It had become obvious that they both more than enjoyed the aspect of recording their sexcapades. They enjoyed public sex. Their sexual appetites had aligned perfectly, so far. What else would they both find out they enjoyed? And not just in the bedroom. Out of it, too.~