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Jason Williams had been a college history professor now for nearly five years, acquiring the job after retiring from basketball after a knee injury at the age of twenty-four and then completing his PhD at 28. His sports career was short-lived but propelled his wealth quite a bit. He still needed to work, but his home and lifestyle were unlike your average professor. He had been shaken by the thought of never being able to play the sport he loved at full force again, but had taken some solace in the opportunity to be an assistant coach for the school's team. He couldn't go onto the court and win for himself, but he could teach and prepare his athletes and students for the real world.

Being in such a prominent role with the school he made sure to stay in shape, running and lifting each day, giving him a lean, muscular build. He would run two miles in the morning and three at lunch every day, making sure to stay active to fight aging the best he could. He kept his light brown hair short and neat with his sharp jaw clean shaven. His deep blue eyes seemed to pop in contrast to his hair, a smile almost always highlighting his high cheekbones.

It was a Friday afternoon in the Fall semester, late September, and he was just finishing up his last lecture before the weekend. The entire class was eager, so it was no surprise that there was a rush for the door as soon as he'd dismissed his students, giving them a bit of reading for the weekend but nothing too heavy. Being LA, even without a vacation, many students would head to the beach or to the city for the weekend. The possibilities were endless. Of course when it came to plans, Jason currently had none, and didn't mind it that way. He always seemed to find himself getting into something interesting one way or another.

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Aria Richards, at 20, was your average university student. Well, maybe less than average. She wasn't exactly that great at some of her classes. She was aiming to be a kindergarten teacher, which thankfully meant she'd only have to finish off the last of her required courses, and then she was focused on her degree and career path. Of course, this semester, she was taking one final course. Her history course. Of all the classes she'd had, she dreaded math and history the most. Math, she'd survived, but this history course couldn't hold much of her attention. History was so dull to her, and she typically spent most of her class time watching the professor, who had a habit of constantly staring at her.

It probably wasn't anything, after all, Aria was known for wearing very low cut tops and dresses that left little to the imagination. It was her style, which was ironic for a teacher to want to look the way she did, but she had the looks, and that wasn't something she wanted to hide. But still, over the course of the past few classes, her professor Williams had been paying extra attention to her, and maybe, just maybe, she could use that to her advantage. After all, she needed to find some way to pass the class or her dreams would be shattered.

Once the course ended, Aria packed up, but then stuck around, leaving her backpack at her desk. Once everyone else left, Aria headed to his desk. "You're not subtle." Aria teased playfully. "Think there's a way we can work this out in exchange for a passing grade?" Aria asked, trying not to be too direct if she was wrong.

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There was no denying that Jason had a habit of taking a passing glance at Aria here and there. He wasn't able to deny her beauty and the allure of her curves, for an elementary education major she showed off quite a bit, but maybe it was because she knew she wouldn't be able to keep doing so forever. It wasn't odd for a student and professor to share subtle looks at one another, everyone was an adult in university. What was odd was pushing things further as it seemed Aria was about to do.

Soon enough all his other students had filed out of the classroom, the door shutting and locking automatically, leaving him and Aria alone with relative privacy. "Quite forward, aren't we?" Jason teased as his lips curled into a smirk. While she kept herself general it was all too clear what she was hinting at.

"I can't say I've ever had a student come to me with something so bold. I'm surprised but... I like it." He admitted as he eyed her gorgeous body up and down. "But I'm not willing to show my hand quite yet. Tell me, Aria, what exactly do you have in mind?" He asked, his eyes falling to her perfect cleavage, clearly undressing her with his eyes.

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Aria couldn't help but smile as she watcher her professor's smirk. It might be bold and very forward, but hey, it wasn't like Aria had anything to lose. Either she failed the class because she just didn't get it, or she risked everything on a hunch. After all, this could just as easily have backfired on her.

"Tell me." Aria said curiously. "Do you stare at all your students the way you stare at me?" Aria teased. She moved to sit on his desk, purposely hiking up her mini skirt. "I think you know what I have in mind." Aria pointed out softly. "The real question is... do we have a deal?" Aria pointed out.

"Or are you the type who's so cautious you want to give me a test run first?" After saying that, Aria licked her lips seductively, moving to take off her top and throw it aside, leaving her in a bra, a mini skirt and a thong.

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"No, Aria. I can't say that I do." Jason said as he grinned down at her, making no attempt to look away from her gorgeous curves as she teased him before sitting on his desk, her mini skirt hiking up to reveal her panties beneath.

As she suggested that he knew what she had mind and asked if they had a deal or not, he moved forward between her thighs, looking down at her, eyes clouded with lust as his cock tented his slacks.

"Oh no, I think we have a deal. So long as that deal includes everything my little heart and big cock could desire." He said before leaning down to take her lips into a passionate kiss as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. "Is that a deal then?" He asked, reaching down to bring her hand to his bulge, his slacks hiding his thick, uncut nine-inch cock throbbing beneath.

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It was kind of amusing the way her handsome professor attempted to play dumb. Not that she couldn't see the desire growing in his eyes. He moved between her legs, and suddenly, Aria was rather glad that door had already locked. This was relatively out in the open, not that she cared or anything.

Right now, she was overcome with lust. As much as Aria was playing this off as something she could offer to any professor, she'd been lusting after her professor since she'd first seen him. He was older and a complete silver fox who sometimes didn't notice the way his students looked at him. But then, in this case, his focus had been on her.

Before she could respond to his stipulation, their lips met, and Aria found herself kissing him back just as passionately. He undid her bra and his hand moved hers to his bulge. Taking a breath, Aria smiled. "Mmm, I would say we've definitely got a deal." Aria said with a happy smile. She moved her other hand to undo his pants, the anticipation getting to be too much.

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Jason had been quite the partier back in college, taking every risk in the book, but he hadn't done anything quite as crazy as what was unfolding before him with Aria. This young beauty had him willing to risk everything for a chance at her, and it seemed he was going to get everything he could ever ask for.

"No holding back." He told her with a sly smile, one hand going to one of her breasts as he palmed the perfect flesh, rolling his thumb against her perfect nub as he leaned in for another heated, tongue lashing kiss.

It wasn't long before she had his pants undone, his thick, uncut nine-inch cock springing free, already dripping with precum from the tip in arousal. "But before we get to the real fun... I'm going to need you to perform and oral exam for me. Seem fair?"

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Aria grinned widely as he mentioned that there should be no holding back. "As if I ever could." Aria teased, letting out a soft moan as he played with one of her breasts.

She couldn't help but smile as his cock sprung free, as if either of them had been denying the attraction between the two. "Have to admit. That might be the biggest one I've seen." Aria pointed out softly.

"Anything you want." Aria confirmed, moving off the desk and getting on her knees in front of him. She wasted no time in moving to lick over his impressive cock before slowly taking it in her mouth as deep as she could and sucking it eagerly, letting out soft moans against it.

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While all they had shared before this fateful day were some passing glances at each other, it seemed what had been brewing between Jason and Aria was more than either could have imagined, such natural chemistry coming to the surface once the pair knew the other was open to such lewdness.

"Anything I want? Careful what you say, gorgeous." He told her before she started licking his cock, slowly taking him in as far as she could. "Gogh fuck..." He blurted out as the pleasure of her lips around his cock overwhelmed him.

Her moans against his cock gave a nice vibration that added to the pleasure. He ran his hand through her luscious hair, helping to keep it out of her face as she started sucking his cock. He gave little thrusts in time with her head, forcing a little more cock into her mouth than she would likely be able to handle. "Oh fuck me that's good. This is going to be such a perfect little thing we've fallen into."

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Aria couldn't resist the smirk that came as a result of her professor insisting she be careful what she said. Despite that, Aria couldn't think she said anything that wasn't true. It wasn't like this wouldn't be fun.

As she kept sucking him off, Aria caught his words, finding it almost hilarious that he thought they'd fallen into it, despite her efforts to make it happen. And then he ramped it up, causing her to gag audibly as he forced his cock further into her mouth than she could handle. Not that Aria minded that much. It wasn't a problem to her in the slightest.

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Jason loved the sound of a woman gagging on his cock, Aria's throat doing what it could to handle his thickness as he pushed his cock forward again and again, fucking her face with powerful thrusts as his heavy balls struck her chin occasionally.

"Fuck, I'm close. Finish me off, Aria." Jason groaned as he neared what would be his first orgasm of the night. Luckily for both of them he could go round after round all through the night.

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Aria wouldn't deny that she liked Professor Williams taking control, more ravaging her throat with his cock harder. A few tears fell from the moments when she couldn't breathe, but it was obvious Aria didn't want to stop. She tended to prefer it more rough.

He slowed and demanded she finish him off while clearly lost in the moment. Aria was more than happy to oblige, doing more on her part to suck him off and bring him to his finish line.

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Even though her eyes teared as he fucked her face, Aria didn't seem to mind one bit. No, she seemed to like it rough. He'd need to make note of that.

"Oh fuck yeah, just like that!" Jason groaned out as she worked him perfectly before finally his orgasm triggered, his thick, hot seed shooting down her throat and into her mouth in long, thick ropes. He kept cumming for more than thirty seconds before it finally ceased, opening his lust-filled eyes to see how she had taken his load. "God fucking damn..."

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Aria couldn't help but love the way he seemed to egg her on. Praise was always nice, especially in the moment. In this moment, Aria didn't care much about whether it was right or wrong. Her professor was handsome, especially for an older man. Besides, they were both benefiting from this arrangement. Aria didn't have to pretend to care about history, since she was getting a great grade out of this encounter, and her professor got a willing slut to use as he wished.

It wasn't much longer before she felt his hot seed shooting down her throat and into her mouth. It seemed like it had been a while for him, the way he filled her mouth so completely. She finally pulled off and swallowed, some of his cum leaking out of the side of her mouth. "Been a while for you? Or do I just drive you wild?" Aria teased, smiling up at him as he relaxed.

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, Professor." Aria said with a playful wink.

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For much Jason could cum, Aria seemed to hold up pretty well, swallowing a good deal of his seed before some leaked out the side of her mouth and she teased him about whether or not it had been a while since he had unloaded. "It's been a few days, but you've got me going wild. Would you believe me if I said I could go again, just as much?" He questioned her, eyeing her gorgeous body.

"Oh I know we're going to have a lot of fun. And the night is only just beginning. The only question now is do we round two right here or back at my place?" Jason turned it back to her, a deviant grin as he helped her to her feet before taking a generous handful of her perfect ass.

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Listening to Jason, Aria couldn't help but smirk. She wasn't that surprised it hadn't been that long for him. He was handsome. It wasn't hard to see any woman wanting him. After all, Aria spent her classes being one of many girls with more interest in their professor than the class. "Mmm, I'm glad you can." Aria said softly, loving the looks on his face as he stared her up and down.

"How good of a grade am I getting so far?" Aria questioned teasingly. He helped her up, making sure to feel her up in the process. "Well, we've already ruined both of our memories of this classroom, might as well go all the way first." Aria suggested with a smile. "Besides, if you're sure you can handle me, we can go back to your place afterwards." Aria said with a wink.

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Jason appreciated Aria's spirit, willing to challenge him to seal the deal there in the classroom before going back to his place for more. "I think I might be falling in love." Jason said sarcastically, but in reality this truly was the beginning of something much, much bigger than either of them could have imagined.

"If you really want it, strip down for me and bend over. My desk, my chair, wherever you want it, Aria. It's my turn to do the work." Jason said as he pulled his dress shirt over his head to reveal his muscular arms and chest. If they were going to fuck here, he'd want to show off a little before heading home where they could truly do whatever they pleases.

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Aria rolled her eyes at Jason's words. "Cheesy." Aria insisted. Still, she did as he asked, stripping out of her skirt and thong before taking off her bra and top. She stood in front of him, watching his eyes as he took in her form. After all, she hadn't exactly stripped before she went down on him. It was a little stupid, but Aria wasn't about to deny that she had wanted this. Not to mention, this was a good exchange.

She watched with lust filled eyes as he took off his shirt. "You look good. For an old man." Aria couldn't help but tease, not meaning much by it as she bent over his desk eagerly, ass in the air in front of him. "My turn to see if you're worth it." Aria teased.

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Standing naked in his classroom Jason watched as Aria stripped, eyeing her angelic curves up and down and still managing to laugh as she called him an old man. Somehow she put him at ease, some sort of natural chemistry sparking between the pair. But soon enough she was bent over the desk as instructed, ass in the air and perfect pussy on display for him.

"You're about to see what this old man can do. The boys around here won't be able to please you after I'm done." He claimed, laying a playful slap on her ass before gripping it for leverage as his other hand led the thick, throbbing, uncut tip of his cock to her slit. Slowly, inch by inch he would push himself inside of her, moaning low until all nine inches throbbed and he was jilted inside of her. "Oh fuck me that's good..." He groaned out as he began steadily thrusting, the sound of his hips clapping against her perfect ass filling his classroom.

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Aria couldn't resist giggling as she heard Jason's words. "Is that a promise?" Aria asked playfully before letting out a soft moan when he slapped her ass.

He gripped her ass tightly, and for a moment, Aria was brought back to the reality that she was really naked on his desk in the classroom he'd just been teaching. It was admittedly very hot, the risk of being caught. Not to mention, after this, there was no way either of them would be able to set foot in the classroom again without remembering what they had been doing.

Aria let out soft moans as he slowly pushed his massive size into her. It felt shockingly good, and filled her so completely. She'd never been with a guy this big before. She moaned loudly once it was all the way in, while Jason mentioned how good it was. "Holy hell, I never imagined it would feel this good." Aria admitted softly before losing herself moaning and moving her hips to take it deeper. The desk shook, making Aria grin. God, this was so fucking hot. Not to mention, she really hadn't expected to like the sex this much. She'd been willing to exchange sex for an A, but she hadn't expected it to be half this great.

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"You fucking bet it is." Jason said with a cocky smirk when asked if he had made a promise.

Aria's soft moans were music to his ears as he slowly inserted himself in her tight pussy, feeling how wet with arousal she was as he gripped her perfect ass. "Then your imagination isn't vivid enough, Aria. Because it is this fucking good." Jason groaned out as he began to work up to a steady rhythm, his hips clapping against her ass as the desk under her began to shake.

"You like that nice big dick, Aria?" Jason questioned in almost a taunting manner, slapping her ass again before leaning down and grabbing one of her perfect breasts, holding it as it bounced in his hand with each thrust, the new angle causing him to a different delicious spot inside of her. "You day old, I say experienced." He teased as he began thrusting even harder, wanting to show her just how skilled he was.

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Aria's moans got even louder as they worked to a more steady rhythm, loving the way it felt to be with him. "I really, really do." Aria admitted between her loud moans. "I've never had a man so big inside me." Aria admitted.

"I can see why you've got a reputation with women." Aria insisted softly. He began thrusting even harder, and Aria moaned louder as her body shook and quivered. It wasn't much longer before her pussy clamped down on his cock as she released, moaning his name as her juices coated his impressive cock.

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Jason took pride in his cock and his sexual ability, loving the sound of absolutely every moan that Aria gave him. He smirked as she mentioned his reputation with women just before he picked up the pace, giving her his all.

As she began to cry out he could feel her pussy spasm and tighten, her juices coating his cock to help his pleasure even more. He grunted out as he felt his own orgasm cone over him. They hadn't talked about where he would cum, but he assumed she would be on the pill and held himself inside of her as rope after rope of hot, thick cum filled her perfect pussy, his eyes fluttering back with pleasure as he came for more than thirty seconds.

"God fucking damn." He said, smacking her ass as he slowly pulled out of her. "Clean me up, will you? We can go for round two some place else. Or can your youth not keep up with my experience?"

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Aria's moans got even louder as Jason came inside of her, the hot spurts feeling so good. Once again, he came for longer than she'd ever thought possible. God, he was damn good. Better than any of the boys she'd been with prior. Jason knew how to really pleasure a woman, and he knew it.

Aria stood up and turned, smiling at her professor happily. She leaned up and kissed him passionately before getting back down on her knees. "Oh, I can keep up. Are you sure you're going to be able to handle me?" Aria asked softly. "I could get addicted to your cock." Aria said softly before licking over his member eagerly. She took it in her mouth and sucked him clean.

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Jason hadn't quite expected Aria to get to her feet and kiss him so quickly, but he loved and fully embraced the action, his tongue dancing around hers as he held her hips. "Oh I think I'm up for the challenge. I can't wait to get you addicted to this cock, needing it every hour of the day." He teased as she went back to her knees.

She made a quick job of thoroughly cleaning his cock and balls, leaving him cum-free and ready to redress. "So then, any plans, or are you good to continue back at my place?" He asked, reaching for his slacks.

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Aria couldn't help but smirk as she heard her professor. It was hilarious, in a sense. "I'm curious. You said yourself, you don't have to try very hard to find a willing woman. So, making me addicted to your cock, is that just a way to ensure I'm the only one you get to fuck while also having sex with whoever else you chose?" Aria asked, genuinely wondering what this would look like between them. After all, they hadn't been careful their first times, but if he was going to sleep around, she needed to be protected on her part. Not that she wasn't on birth control, but more that she didn't want to wind up with some sort of disease because of this little fling.

She started to get dressed and then smiled at him. "Mmm, my only plans for this weekend were to see if you'd sleep with me for a better grade. Then seeing how far you wanted to take it." Aria admitted softly, smiling at him.

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Jason laughed as he pulled his clothes back on and Aria asked essentially if he'd be fucking other women while fucking her. "Aria, lets not get lost in the details so soon. But I can definitely say I won't need to be using my old Rolodex for booty calls anymore with you around." He teased, fully dressed now, hair a little ruffled from after sex sheen.

"Well then that's perfect. But how far do you want to take it?" Jason quipped, turning the question back to her. "Because I still really want to raise your grade some more." He said as he pulled out his phone and wrote a text with his address before handing it to Aria. "Here, send it to yourself and meet me there when you're ready?"

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Aria finished dressing as she listened to Jason. It was arguably too late to ask if she had to worry about STDs at this point, so she let it be. If she got one, she technically could only blame herself. It was what it was. She didn't necessarily need it to be anything more. After all, it was clear that this was entirely about sex. It was her prerogative, no less.

"As far as it takes." Aria admitted softly. "If I don't have to do any of the actual classwork for an A, that is." Aria pointed out softly before taking his phone from him and texting the address to herself. "Do you want me to pack anything specific for this weekend?" Aria asked, moving to grab her bag.

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Jason could tell that Aria was somewhat worried about catching something, of course it would be too late for that since they had already done quite a bit unprotected. He did get tested regularly and was clean, but could bring that up another time.

"Toothbrush, hygiene things, any kinky shit a college girl like yourself might have." Jason teased as he took his phone back, snapping a candid after sex picture of her to place as her contact photo. "Whatever you feel is appropriate. Oh, but definitely a bikini." He added as he started for the door. "In that case I'll see you later tonight?"

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Aria made a mental note of what he was asking of her while she grabbed her things. "I'll be there." Aria said, heading out the door of the classroom. She hoped she didn't look too noticeably flushed, if only because it was going to look weird.

An hour or so later, Aria showed up at her professor's door with a bag of her things for the weekend, wearing a skimpy, very revealing bikini and nothing else. Admittedly, she couldn't wait to see how he reacted to her in very little, aware it was all for him. She knocked on the door and waited, doing her best to look hot.

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After the pair had left, Jason returned home to clean himself and his place up a bit. It wasn't dirty by any means, but there was always a little clutter for a bachelor living on their own. He had changed into a pair of navy blue swimming trunks that showed off his bulge and had been making a pitcher of margaritas as he heard a knock at the door. "One moment!" He called out, rushing to pour two glasses.

"God damn..." He said as he opened the door and saw her in a rather revealing bikini. "I just meant bring a bikini, not show up looking like a swimsuit model, but I love it. Here, come in." He said with a smirk, motioning her inside and handing her a glass. "Cheers. For a weekend we surely won't forget."

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Aria couldn't help but blush as she heard her professor. "You act like you're not aware of the fact that I'll take any opportunity to wear something skimpy." Aria said with a smile. "I can't exactly dress like this forever." Aria pointed out. "I wish, but I'm pretty sure there would be a lot of parents that would hate seeing their child's teacher looking like this." Aria said softly.

She headed inside and looked around before smiling. "Ooh, love a good margarita." Aria said with a smile. "I'm sure we won't. At least, I won't." Aria said softly before taking a sip happily.


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How long had he lived? How many centuries had gone by? Karov Volovich strutted slowly through the dusty old museum he had set up all of those years, its once magnificent halls faded into obscurity, yet its many treasures remained on display for any to see. Was it around the end of the 20th century that he opened it? Karov could not remember, he would have to check the logs again later. It was all he seemed to really do these days, given how few modern people seemed to care for the lustful history he had to offer.

While his fortune could keep him going for what seemed like eternity, the vampire felt it was a crude existence. What was the point of all of this if he had no one to gloat to? What was the point of holding unto vast, rare treasures if none saw them as such anymore? Humanity had declined and become obsessed with temporary technology that simply would not last. He had seen it before and this was no different. All these modern conveniences... they had no place in the future so why were they valued so much?

"Hm... maybe I should get out more..." he grunted to himself as he ran a finger along the dulled blade of a Mongol Chief from the 15th century, dead at his own hands. His hand caressed the opal of a fabulous necklace once worn by a Princess of Shiba, one whom he had seduced so effortlessly. "Ah, Gallow, my old friend, how are you?" he asked as he patted the side of Gallow, the majestic black stallion he had ridden during the American Civil War. His close companion was frozen in stasis, the death of the horse only meaning that he couldn't ride him all the time, but once in awhile, he would infuse the creature with his blood to bring it back to life for a night out on the town.

Indeed, it was all a priceless collection, and here it sat, being unappreciated. As for the man himself, well he went by Dr. Ian Lockwell these days, the most recent of many names he took for what should have been obvious reasons. He had taken the name some twenty years previously, having 'bought' the museum from the 'previous' owner, Allan Rockman. American names were fun to come up with, that was for sure.

The imposing museum stood at the edge of the city, looming over the grand but empty plaza that lay before it. Many passed by it, but none had come in since at least a decade. And yet the lights and doors were always open...

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Rumors spread of a museum that was like others, but at the same time completely different. Full of treasures and artifacts from a bygone era and plenty of historical records. According to those who walked by, there were few if any people visiting. It was an oddity and by all accounts shouldn't have been able to be open. Yet somehow it was. It remained open despite what many would have thought. It was one of the main reasons that Amelia Everheart decided to pay the museum a visit. That and her love of history. While many favored a single period or the history of a single region, Amelia was someone who focused on history on a broad spectrum. Her major in university had been history, and the twenty-seven year old worked for an archives department at the local college, cataloging the major finds.

At gone seven in the evening, the sun was done and the street lights illuminated the area, Amelia made her way from work to the museum. Choosing not to go back to her apartment and dress, she wore her normal attire of a black pencil dress, blazer, high heels and tights. She had slightly tanned skin, fiery red hair that hung loose down her backs and green eyes behind a pair of frameless glasses. She hadn't known what to expect, but Amelia was surprised when she entered the building.

It was deserted, there was no other soul within the foyer of the entrance.

And yet there was much to see. Amelia marveled at the sight of a collection of samurai armor and weaponry from the sixteenth century, stood on mannequins who were posed with weapons in hand. A katana in a couple of the mannequins, one with bow and arrow drawn, and another was kneeling before his sword as if in meditation. "Why is it no one else is here?" Amelia commented out loud. "A collection like this would be an amazing thing to see." She commented before moving past the armor collection, delving deeper into the museum.

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For long periods at a time, Karov had been alone, being forced to stay underground until any chance of being recognized faded from memory. So the loneliness was hardly a bother... though he had found himself succumbing to it more and more as the years passed. Why was that? Could it be that he was becoming infatuated with modernity little by little? Where even the loneliest of sorts could find a companion half way across the world simply through words?

He barely got out, given how his appearance had become somewhat more foreign and easier to detect. The vampire was fully aware that technology could easily become his downfall, documenting his life to the point he would never be able to create a new persona again. So deep in thought was he that he scarcely heard the sound of clacking heels against the intense white marble tiles that encompassed the entire floor of the museum.

By the time the young woman saw him, she might have thought he was just another part of the scenery. An ominous looking gothic-style house, pure obsidian in color and made from bricks and tiles of a far bygone era, loomed over the figure of a mix of dark velvet and leather, a long surcoat and silvery white hair that reached below his neck. In fact, both the house and the man could easily have belonged in an old timey horror flick from the 30's, likely taking place somewhere in Transilvania.

Ah yes, that Dracula fellow... not entirely based on myth but he had found it amusement how overblown the man's powers were. Turning into a wolf? A steak through the heart? Burnt to a crisp in sunlight? Surely humans didn't see vampires as that out of this world...

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The building was fascinating, the history on display was something Amelia hadn't thought possible. She couldn't help but think some of it was a bit haphazard, display pieces simply being placed here and there as if on a whim without any thought or regard to showmanship and displays. Amelia's eyes were looking on a display for the battle of independence. She did find some consistencies in regards to the placement. This was placed across from the French revolution and the death of Marie Antoinette. Nothing showing the death, but a few pieces that lead up to the fateful night and Antoinette's date with the guillotine.

"Curious." Amelia mused with a soft chuckle as she continued her walk through the museum.

She had gone deeper into the building, when she stopped to check her phone. Although at first the silence was welcome, being able to see the exhibits without anyone commenting or hearing someone moan about the smallest of details, the lack of noise was becoming troubling and a little unnerving. "Hello?" she called out. Amelia wasn't prone to superstition, but she had the feeling she was being watched. Crazy considering there were no security guards that had come to her.

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The closer the young woman came, the more Karov could feel her vibrations. It got to the point that standing still was more for the art of camouflage than actually being lost in his own mind, and when he heard the voice, it reverberated loudly throughout the museum, echoing all the way back to the entrance. A small smile emerged on his sculpted mouth as his ears twitched under his long strands of silver hair. And a few steps later, he slowly turned around in an almost unnatural fashion, so slowly it might have been a scene from a horror movie.

"I see not all the youth of today have forsaken the history that as come before them... shaped their present... and will influence their future..." For the briefest of moments, Amelia would likely have seen a slight, unnatural glow of his eyes, the sunken orbs under a strong brow shrouded in darkness with the except of two bright red irises that had instantly faded into a yellow-brown mix. Karov did not try to approach her, simply stand there in all his gothic glory.

"Forgive me, it has been some time since I had company here," he said, more polite than somberly. Of course he wasn't going to show any excitement about it, even if he did deem it wonderful to see any interest in what he had to offer. "I am Dr. Ian Lockwell, the proprietor of this vast collection of historical artifacts." He extended a pale but toned hand toward her, as if beckoning her to tell him her name and title in return.

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She hadn't heard footsteps beyond her own, she had no way of knowing if anyone was with her. Amelia's heart raced when she heard the words spoken, seemingly coming out of nowhere before she turned and faced the stranger. Her eyes were wide, not noticing that she was no longer alone. Amelia took a breath, a little surprised by the sight of the man. Both his outfit, which while was unique was still considered somewhat normal, and his appearance in general. The pale skin and silvery gray hair was definitely you didn't see all that often. Amelia took it for a quirk of the man himself. Gothic attire, pale skin, perhaps he enjoyed the gothic subculture, adapted it as part of his day to day lifestyle.

Amelia had to admit, it wasn't a bad look. Or at least the clothes were. She wasn't too sure on the pale skin.

"Either you're seriously light-footed, or you have soft sole shoes. I didn't even know you were there until you spoke." Amelia had managed to calm her breathing, and slow her heartbeat to something more reasonable. She smiled after a moment before nodding her hand. "Amelia Everheart, nice to meet you doctor." She responded, taking his hand and shaking it. It was a little cold to the touch. "You have an amazing collection."

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The panging of the girl's heartbeat rang much louder in his ears than she might have realized, the delicate rhythm of a human heart and the constant flow of blood that circulated through her body being a delightful melody that he had not had this close in a long time. Adding to the fact that the suddenness elevated it and Karov couldn't help but let a shiver of delight run through his body, though his outfit's semi-looseness and natural furls could easily hide it.

He looked over her, a wondrous expression on his face, as if analyzing a brand new treasure that had fallen into his collection. She certainly was exquisite in more ways than one. "Amelia... a delightful pleasure..." Karov cooed warmly, his tone having more heat than his actual flesh it seemed, and he shook her hand slowly but firmly. "I have been known to lose myself sometimes, to the point that I might as well just be a statue!" he remarked with a light chuckle. A soft squeeze ended the handshake and he slipped his hand back graciously, without flutter.

"Why thank you, my dear! Tell me, if you have into my humble gallery, you must think yourself as having a fascination with history, correct? Did you see any items of interest to you?" The excitement in his voice couldn't be contained, like an unwilling hermit having a visitor for the first time in many a year. "Perhaps you would be delighted with a tour?"

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"The pleasure is all mine." Amelia responded in kind to the greeting, smiling and thankful for the fact she had someone to speak with after walking the halls of the museum for some time on her own. The silence was deafening, but it was good to know that she was able to speak with someone. And the owner of the museum no less! When asked about the history and what she had seen so far, Amelia nodded in answer before she turned back towards some of the other displays. The choice of words made her chuckle and looked back towards the doctor.

"I know I have a fascination with history. I always have done." she answered before she considered what her favored choices were. "I'd say the display of Marie Antoinette on the night of her beheading fascinated me, as well as the samurai armor. Edo era if I'm not mistaken." Amelia added before deciding to take up the offer of a guided tour around the museum. This was proving to be quite fortuitous for the young lady and to talk with the doctor about the displays was too good an opportunity to pass up. "Lead the way, though only if I'm not taking up too much of your time."

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He couldn't explain it but Karov took an immediate liking to the girl and as he gazed over her, he could feel her excitement oozing out of each tingle of her body. Perhaps they would get along swimmingly. And as she went into a bit of a rant herself, he grinned and nodded to her, his lips careful to keep his teeth mostly hidden, but what little was revealed was pristine whiteness. "Ah yes. A grim day for the queen of the French. Why, she was a most stoic woman to be sure. Despite all the mocking and jeering and various items being thrown at her, she had this natural poise to her on the way to the gallows. Well, she certainly made the farmer's cart she rode in majestic. As for the armor, you are indeed correct! It takes a trained eye to pick out the differences of those eras. Yes, the armor has quite the interesting history. It was forged shortly after the end of the Sengoku Jidai by the master craftsman Shigeru Yamamoto and offered to his lord, Oberu Tonako, on the day of his ascension upon the death of his father. Oh yes, certainly a favorite of the Tokugawa court. Unfortunately the overzealous man was cut down during a disagreement with a fellow noble. His armor was passed down through his family, until the end of the Samurai days. An American fighting on behalf of Emperor Meiji slew its final bearer and sent it back to his home. Actually, his house stood just a few blocks down from the museum, but burned down in the early 1930s."

Dr. Lockwell sure had a lot of information about what seemed to be such random items, and the way he described things, it almost sounded like he was talking from experience rather than as a historian. In either case, her enthusiasm for the tour led him to cut his discussion short. "Oh look at me babble. My apologies, let us begin the tour! And my time is meaningless if it means sharing my knowledge with others."

Leading the way, there was a pep in his step that almost seemed to assume she would be following behind, the kind of confident but hurried gait straight out of Willy Wonka.

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Amelia nodded, listened to his commentary regarding that particular moment in history. It made Amelia curious, about the man's history and his nature. It almost felt as if he were there, as if he bore witness to both the execution of Marie Antoinette and spoke of the history of the armor as if he had seen it with his own two eyes. Amelia would have pointed that out, though she knew of some historians who had often spoken of moments of time after researching much of it, finding eyewitness accounts and archival evidence of the days and the small details that they could paint a detailed picture using words and allow a person listening to be able to live it, to simply stand there, listen to the words, and allow themselves to be transported to that very moment.

When he commented on babbling, Amelia chuckled and shook her head. "No, please do." She stated. "It's very rare to see someone with that sort of drive for history. It's refreshing. I've visited many museums before and while one or two do find themselves enjoying what they do, but others merely just read it as if it's a script for some silly television advert." Amelia explained with a warm smile on her face, staying close to the doctor as they started the tour.

Doctor Lockwell's love for history was infectious. Amelia smiled warmly as they walked on, passing through the scenes. They were looking at American history, mid-eighteen hundreds. Amelia was looking at the fashion involved. "I'll admit, the style of the time does fascinate me. Big dresses, ball gowns at dinner... there's something elegant about it."

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Dr. Lockwell kept going, talking as quickly as he was walking, as if wanting so desperately to show Amelia the entirety of the museum in a single night. It had been far too long since anyone had been as fascinated with his collection as he was, and the fact that she wanted to hear even more only caused his enthusiasm to rise even more. "Hm yes, I know what you mean. Some consider it just a job... with little love for it. Though there is something to be said about the money. It is of little consequence to me, though you could say you could buy an entire country overnight with all the value that is here." A small smirk emerged on his face, thinking of his collection as the grandest single gathering of near priceless items that belonged to any individual. While the largest museums certainly had more to offer in scale, they scarcely all belonged to one person.

Just as they were passing through the American history display, he stopped as she seemed to be interested in the fashion. Turning around suddenly, his eyes almost seemed to glow at her words. "Mhn yes, the women of this era had some very alluring tastes if I do say so myself." Turning his view to a nearby mannequin dressed in a beautiful southern belle turquoise gown, it looked as if it had barely aged a bit. "Would you care to try one on? Do not worry yourself, I maintain these garments as if they had just been made yesterday. I promise it will not disintegrate," he said with a chuckle, curious if she would be willing to do it. After all... what museum would ever allow that?

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Amelia could see why a country could be brought with the items in the building. Both the financial value and sentimental values must have been through the roof. Her eyes looked on the various items, the quality and workmanship. Some had to be replicas, Amelia was certain of it. If one person could get their hands on the entire museum then it would cost them considerably. Some museums did rely on fakes and replicas of certain materials, though part of Amelia felt that it wouldn't be the case here, that Doctor Lockwell had gathered the exhibit pieces through donations and hard work. She smiled when they walked through the American History.

Standing at the Southern Belle displays, Amelia was a little taken back by the offer of trying one on. Her eyes were fixed on the turquoise gown and her heart fluttered slightly. The idea of wearing an item quite like that was quite enticing. "I don't know..." Amelia breathed before looking to her guide. "I imagine they're quite sturdy and strong of fabric but I'd... I'd be worried I would ruin one." Amelia admitted before giving it some thought. She really wanted to try one on, as it had been something she missed out a number of times while growing up. She really should have socialized more instead of spending her time studying. There were plenty of opportunities in which neighborhood groups would dress the kids up for themed days. "Are you sure it's okay for me to try on a gown?"


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Vanessa was still having a great time even if she hadn't picked up fully on Jeffrey's hesitations at first. She was glad to see him relaxing a little more towards the end of lunch. Walking out of the restaurant despite leaning on him a lot more, Vanessa was beaming with a big smile enjoying all the attention the couple was getting. She liked that plenty of men were checking her out as well as seemed jealous of Jeffrey.

Back in his car her hand never left his leg rubbing and gently teasing his thigh. She agreed with his suggestion about getting her nails done before she started. When he reminded her that she had the job already kept her eager and the smile on her face never left well until they got home. She let him help her out of the car and she took a couple of bags and the two went inside.

Vanessa nodded as he told her to put her things away and join him when she was ready. Vanessa did take a bit of time going through the bags and outfits again. She had tried on several more until she was dressed in a full back lingerie set. A black bra and thong was accompanied by a garter belt and thigh highs. With black heels on the tipsy older redhead wanted to surprise Jeffrey and see if he liked her new outfit he had bought for her when she went off to shop alone.

Running her hands up and down her sides she admired her figure in the mirror in her room. She did look good and the drinks she had at lunch had really boosted her confidence. It also made her want to impress Jeffrey that much more and while she had not realized it didn't take much she was turning things up fast and hard. She was worried about losing his interest as there had been several much younger women at the restaurant that had also stared at the unusual couple. While the girls had mostly been shocked and focused on Vanessa's outfit, Vanessa had immediately taken it as them wanting Jeffrey and being much closer to him in age, Vanessa was instantly worried he might show his true interest in younger women or so she thought. Vanessa had certainly been a lot flirtier with Jeffrey and had worked hard to keep his attention solely focused on her during their lunch date.

Coming out of her room the curvy mature redhead's heels clicked as she walked down the stairs of the house and into the dining room to find Jeffrey with her application form on the desk. "What do you think?" She said putting her hands on her hips and turning from side to side. Walking up close to him Vanessa's perfume filled the air and then she turned around the thong wedged deep between her full round mature ass. Sitting down on his leg she looked down at the application. "Ohh thank you for filling some of it out for me!" She said wriggling her butt around as she got comfortable on his lap. Picking up the pen she began to fill out the rest of her information on the form while she grinded just ever so slightly into his lap and leg.

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Jeffrey had slipped his shoes off, grabbed a glass of juice from the fridge and settled himself at the desk in the living room with a pad of paper, a pen and the blank application form. He had made a start a few points that he knew from previous conversations with Vanessa and added a few other that were fabrications, but that needed to be there to tick boxes and make her a suitable candidate for consideration. He was focusing on the form, so didn't really notice the clicking of heels on the floor that should have warned him that something was up. It was only the sound her voice that brought him out of his reverie with a start and he glanced up and around to see her wearing a simultaneously fantastic and fantastically inappropriate outfit. His jaw dropped, he hunted for words, but none came out of his mouth as she twisted this way and that and still none came as that full, round bottom and firm thighs perched on his leg, wriggling, making herself comfortable.

"You look... ravishing." He offered, which from his perspective was true. She was clearly just trying to get his attention and there was no denying that she hadn't succeeded in her aim. Quite how he brought up that it wasn't quite the appropriate way to do it he had no idea, especially not when he needed to focus on keeping his very masculine urges under control. He was enveloped in her perfume, there was a lot of pink, shapely and smooth Vanessa very purposely and literally in his lap and it was very, very hard not to respond to that direct a provocation. He swallowed, trying to shift his leg a little so that she would not notice how hard she was making things for him, or rather how hard he was becoming. He would be utterly mortified if he could not control himself around her however provocatively she might be acting. He took a deep breath and tried to think of other things; counting numbers, recalling the lyrics of his favorite song, thinking about things she needed to include in her application, anything but that soft round bottom pressed firmly against his groin and those full, heavy breasts right in front of his face. What would she think of him for reacting to such a simple physical stimulus?

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Vanessa seemed more than happy and very comfortable wriggling her butt right into his lap. Meanwhile she took her time writing out on the application. A few times she shifted how she was sitting making sure that soon she was almost right in his crotch. As she leaned forward the thong rose higher and presented her full round ass to him. Vanessa could tell he was trying his best to remain calm and professional, but clearly she was looking to blur the lines a bit. Vanessa's mature ass was soon massaging his crotch and she also felt something big pressing back. Whether it was intentional or not, the older redhead was quickly able to feel something shifting under his pants and it made her smirk to herself as she continued to pretend to get comfortable in his lap grinding, rubbing, and coming close to almost giving him a lap dance.

"I'm so glad you like the ensemble... I thought you should see at least one of the outfits I bought when I went off on my own..." she said as she then leaned back against him. The lace bra pushed out and the tips of her areolas could just be seen peeking over the top. "You know I've said it a hundred times, but I can't thank you enough for this opportunity and that you're being so kind in helping me get my wardrobe in order!" she turned her head as her perfume was become intoxicatingly strong as she gazed into his eyes. "Do you know so many people were looking at us in the restaurant? I think they all thought we were a couple..." she said as she felt his bulge almost pressing between her big round ass cheeks. "I got to say we looked pretty good!" she winked at him and let out a little giggle. "Well what do you think?" She said and shifted so that he had to lean into her ass to read the application she had filled out so far.

The mature redhead brushed back some of her hair as she glanced back at him and then picked up the pen. Writing out a few more details she grinned "Okay I think I've finished it!" she said proudly. "Ok so what next?" she asked as her ass rubbed lightly against his bulge.

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She was very clearly playing games with him and Jeffrey could either continue to pretend that nothing was happening, or he could call her out for it and see how the cards fell. Even allowing for her being a bit tipsy there was simply no way that she did not know what she was doing and given the way she continued to display herself and squirm and grind on his lap that she had not felt his arousal pressing back hard against her soft flesh. "Do I think that we people thought we were a couple, or that we looked good?" He asked, but answered his question before she could say anything.

"Yes I would say most of them did given the way we acted and yes I think that we looked good. As for your outfit and what you're doing right now, I think you've feel pretty and sexy and confident in that outfit and that you enjoy getting my attention. I'd also say that you want more than just my attention and interest and my eyes running over you. I think you want to be touched and kissed and told that you are more beautiful and sexy now than a girl half your age in my eyes. I think you want to get in my pants and sate your curiosity and make up for all those nights when your ex just ignored you and your needs. You're being very direct Vanessa, but was that too plain talking for you?" He asked, his hand touching her side, stroking and curling into it. He was either going to be right and things would get complicated, or he was going to be wrong and get slapped across the face and deservedly so. However given she was sitting on his lap in a thong and stockings he was pretty confident he wasn't going to get a slap.

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Vanessa's eyes widened as he made a bold move and called her out for how she was acting. It was all true and she wanted not only his compliments, but his physical touch as well. He was sexy for a younger guy and she liked being next to him while they were out in public. This certainly was going to make things complicated if she was about to become his personal assistant, but maybe that was for the best. It only meant Vanessa could take care of ALL of his needs.

Feeling his hand on her side it gave her the green light that he was looking for something just as much as she was right now. She let out a little gasp as he mentioned her wanting to make up for the all the lonely nights. Nodding at his comment Vanessa then leaned in and kissed him deeply. Moaning softly into his mouth she shifted around on his lap half getting up so that now she was fully facing him. Sitting back down on his lap she could clearly feel his big bulge pressing up against her mound. "Mmm much better..." she said as her arms squeezed her breasts together creating plenty of cleavage inside the tight push up bra.

Vanessa leaned back in and kissed him passionately. Her tongue slid passed his lips and played with his as she went back to grinding against his bulge. Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her full lips against his. "Ohh I want you so badly..." she admitted to him in between kisses. The mature redhead pressed her body against his and she kissed from his ear down the side of his face and then his neck. "I'm so horny for you..." she said as she ran her hands over his chest and then slid her hands under his shirt and helped pull it off. Leaning in she kissed his bare chest and moved up leaving lipstick marks all over his collar bone and then up his neck.

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What else could Jeffrey do? He could either continue to pretend that she wasn't sitting on his lap provocatively dressed in lingerie precisely to get his attention, or he could acknowledge it and call her out for it. The only other option was to get up and walk away from her, but given she was sitting on his lap and he was not the kind of person to walk away from anything that really wasn't an option. So he waited to see if she would slap him or kiss him. He wasn't lying when he said he thought she was prettier in his eyes than a girl half her age. He had always found himself drawn to older, more mature women and bright, bubbly, forward Vanessa was certainly his type.

She gasped at his touch, seemingly surprised by it and also by his words. Her eyes widening, a tinge of color rising in her cheeks, but she nodding vehemently and then lunged in to kiss him. It was exactly the move he had been expecting, but someone she still caught him a little by surprise. She moaned softly her lips opening into the kiss and then a little clumsily half rose to her feet and plumped herself back down so she was facing him, the gusset of her thong, grinding against his bulging jeans as she rocked and rolled her hips back and forth. Her arms looped around his neck as she kissed him again, her tongue snaking out to flicker into his mouth with the same forwardness that marked everything she did. He laughed softly at her admissions as she pressed herself against him, pushing her big breasts against his chest, her lips trailing down his neck.

"Really? I would never have guessed." He teased, his hands sliding around her waist to grab big, soft handful of her round, soft bare buttocks. "I mean it's not like your half naked in my lap grinding on my cock is it?" He said lifting one arm and then the other to let her work his shirt off and toss it aside. He looked down as she began to pepper his chest with kisses, the bright red lip marks showing up clearly against his skin. He let his hands trail up her back and across her shoulders, under her arms to lift and squeeze her heavy breasts.

"And it's not like I'm grabbing your tits or I'm hard for you, is it?" He said pointedly, showing her her that the attraction and desire was entirely mutual.

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Vanessa let out a soft moan as his hands found their way around her big breasts and began to feel them up inside her bra. Her body rubbed and grinded against his crotch feeling how hard he had become. "I'm glad to see you're having a good time..." she flashed him a lustful smile and then went back to planting kisses all over his neck and chest. She moaned into his ear and ran her fingers through his hair. "Mmm you're getting me so hot..." she said grinning back at him.

"Tell me what you want..." she whispered and lightly stuck her tongue into his ear. She pressed her crotch against his bulge and rubbed herself to the point that now she was getting wet through her thong. She had not been intimate with a man in some time and it had certainly built up inside her, she needed some release. Feeling his hands all over her body was reigniting something inside her that for a period of time she felt she had lost. Being with someone so much younger and seeing how turned on he was by her made her feel amazing inside.

Vanessa reached down and unzipped his pants. Sliding a hand inside her fingers reached inside his underwear and then helped his big cock out of the fly of his pants. Her eyes went wide seeing just how hard, thick and long he was. "oh my god..." she said mostly to herself admiring how much bigger he was than her ex-husband. Vanessa felt like suddenly she had won the jackpot. "Such a big boy..." she grinned and moved back a bit on his thighs. Reaching down she wrapped her fingers around the tip half of his big cock and began to stroke him a little. "Does that feel good?" she asked knowing the answer as she winked at him. Vanessa's nails trailed softly along the sides of his shaft as she pumped him faster.

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Things were definitely heating up between them and fast now. Vanessa leaned eagerly into his hands, pressing her breasts against his palms and fingers as she planted kisses all over his chest and neck, grinding herself against his bulge and glancing down her could see a definite darkening of the fabric on his jeans as her wetness began to show. Glancing up he saw her nipples pressing firmly through the flimsy fabric of her bra and he shivered with lust. He wanted this beautiful, sexy, confident older woman and she seemed to feel exactly the same about him. "What I want, Vanessa, is you. In my bed, on my cock anyway I can get you. I have been into you ever since you moved in." He said, admitting something he'd sworn to himself he'd never act on.

Her hands ran down and fastened on the buttons and zip on his jeans, working them loose as the kissed and gazed hungrily at each other, his reaching cupping and kneading her breasts, rubbing her nipples through her bra. Somehow she got them undone and down far enough to pull his cock free. Her eyes popped, which was not an unusual reaction for women when they saw his manhood for the first time. Someone seemed intimidated by his length and girth, but had seen that covetous, curious glint before and he knew that she wasn't put off in the slightest. Her hands wrapped around him almost reverently as she slid back on his lap a little, her hands beginning to stroke slowly up and down his shaft.

"You know it does." He said quietly as she squeezed a thick pearly bead of cum out of the tip and smeared it over the thick head with a flick of her thumb. She wasn't the only one who was good with her fingers though. His hand dropped between her legs, hoped her thing to one side and ran along her slit, hunting for and finding her bud and pressing his fingers firmly against it.

"We could take this upstairs, you know. Stretch out on my bed, strip all these awkward clothes off, really get hands on." He suggested.

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Vanessa's face lit up when Vanessa's hand slid inside her thong and began to rub and tease her already wet slit. Her grip on his big shaft tightened and she smeared more of his precum along his shaft. At his mention of going upstairs she then let go of his cock. Vanessa felt his hand reluctantly leave the restraints of her thong as she stood up.

The two quickly made their way upstairs to his room and her ass shook right in front of his face as they made their way up the stairs. Once inside his bedroom clothes were quickly being thrown around the room as the two were undressing each other and themselves. Soon aside from her heels and thigh highs Vanessa was naked and she watched him finish stripping off. Seeing his full cock now on display it looked even bigger than before. "Oh my goodness..." she said as she walked over and leaned up to kiss him again.

They made their way onto the bed and Vanessa then made him lay on his back. Moving down and getting between his legs her hands held his huge shaft marveling at its size. "Such a big boy... How big are you?" she asked him as she moved up and opened her mouth. Vanessa could barely just get his swollen cockhead between her plump lips as she began to give him a blowjob. Her hands traveled up and down the rest of his shaft as she struggled to suck on the top few inches. Vanessa still couldn't believe nor get enough of how big he was.

Pulling her mouth from his cock she smiled at him "Have you ever been with an older woman before? What's your favorite position?" she asked him as her hands smeared her saliva along the rest of his huge pole. Vanessa leaned back in and began to plant kisses and lipstick marks all up and down the length of his cock. She giggled as she dragged her tongue along the length of his cock and then moved down to his big heavy balls.

Her hands first massaged them and then she took the plum sized balls in her mouth sucking on his one at a time. Vanessa's blowjob was sloppy, wet, erotic, and she was trying to show him some different things she could do that hopefully none of the younger flings he had hooked with before could do. Vanessa wanted to hook him in even deeper than he already admitted he was into her.

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Whilst Jeffrey was definitely enjoying having Vanessa half naked in his lap, there was only so much clothing that either of them could easily remove sitting like that and it wasn't exactly comfortable for either of them. So whilst he wasn't particularly keen on stopping fooling around, Jeffrey could definitely see the advantages of moving things upstairs. He let Vanessa lead the way up, hanging back precisely so he could watch that round bottom of her wiggle and bounce as she walked upstairs. It was a hypnotic, arousing sight and he lost none of his hardness as he tailed her into his bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed to undress. Slipping off his shoes he quickly lost his pants and boxers and slid back up the bed, Vanessa unhitching her bra and shimmying out of her thong before she joined him. He knelt between his legs her hands, eyes and mouth drawn almost magnetically to his magnificent manhood. He chuckled at her question as she began to stroke his shaft almost reverentially.

"Big enough for you and that's all that matters." He said with a knowing grin, clearly enjoying that she was so taken with his size. For a moment she couldn't speak again as she tried to squeeze as much of him as she could into her mouth, which wasn't all that much for her first go.

"Don't worry. We'll have plenty of time to work on your gag reflex and loosening your jaw up." He teased as she slid her mouth back off him and began to plaster red kisses all over his shaft.

"Yes and I am absolutely not telling you that. I'm not making it that easy for you. If you want to know, you're going to have to try all of them with me first." He laughed as dropped her head, sucking and licking at his balls, making even more lewd sucking and slurping noise than before. He could tell she was trying to impress him and honestly she wasn't doing a bad job. He just wasn't about to admit to her just yet.

"How about you? Ever been with a younger guy? Even had a real man's cock inside you, making you feel gloriously full? Ever ridden him until he shoots his hot thick load deep inside you?" He teased, using his words as he couldn't easily reach her with his hands right now.

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Vanessa just wanted Jeffrey to lay back and enjoy the blowjob. Hearing him tell her that he had been with an older woman before, but that she would need to eventually learn what his favorite positions were. She smirked up at him seeing his beaming confidence. It made her wonder what this other woman or women were like. This only pushed her try and impress him more as he seemed to have a certain level of cockiness about him that only attracted her more to him and show that she was the best he had ever had. Her hands danced around his midsection and stomach before moving down and teasing the sides of his legs and crotch.

She continued to plant kisses all over his huge cock and licked every inch there was. She loved how big he was and he was clearly much bigger than anyone she had ever been with. Biting her lower lip a little while her hand stroked his shaft next to her face, Vanessa thought about his question. She shook her head having never slept with anyone younger let alone someone so young. "How old are you? I think you're even younger than my own son..." she admitted to him as her nails ran along his shaft smearing more of her saliva along his cock until it was completely coated and slick.

Eventually Vanessa moved up and then climbed over him straddling his lower body. Reaching down she helped guide him inside her and she slowly lowered herself down onto him. He was enormous and she whimpered a little feeling his swollen cockhead stretch her out. "Oh my god... you're so big..." she said looking down at him as she eventually took in just over half of his big shaft and she could shift down onto her knees on the bed. Moving up and down a bit Vanessa fucked his cock slowly trying to get used to just how big he was. He clearly wasn't kidding when he asked if she knew what it was like to be fucked by something so big and judging by just how big his balls were, Vanessa was a bit curious and nervous for just how much semen he could produce.

Vanessa's hands moved down onto his chest steadying herself a bit as she was still getting used to his size. She had to move slow or he would have split her in two. Her nails dug slightly into his chest as she continued to experience the best thing she had ever had inside her. He felt amazing and the more she rode him the deeper the rest of his big pole went inside her until soon she was almost taking his entire full length. Vanessa's big ass was soon clapping against his bouncing balls as she rode him slightly faster.


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Amelie knew what Melvin felt, and she didn't want to say anything more. If there was going to be any risk or backlash it would be bad for both of them. Melvin mentioned Talon not being happy with the contact and if Gerard found out... it couldn't be good. She watched Melvin, he seemed nice. "Well, the sample might be off considering what I just in my mouth..." The taste of the swap was dry and boring considering what she just did. But hearing Melvin assure her it would be okay, she relaxed a bit. They had only known each other for maybe a day and she was trusting him with a lot for some reason.

She pressed into each kiss feeling his strong warm presence again. "Moi chérie, you keep saying that..." The beep interrupted their moment and she didn't want to look at it. Her body still aching for more and now he was close to her again, leaning over her with that body. Rather than look at the device she leaned in again to him taking another deep kiss. Amelie let her hands clasp at his back as if attempting to hold him in close. She figured if they were going to save Gerard and get in trouble, they might as well make it damn well worth it. She saw everything early that he was packing, and she would always wonder afterwards if she didn't do her best to try it now. She knew he was attracted to her so it didn't hurt. If the device said that her levels were okay now, she would loose her excuse. She almost felt like a fool doing this, but she never knew when to back down. "Maybe we should just make sure... a sure fire thing."

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Melvin was about to answer her back, but was distracted by flash of the machine. Melvin turned his head towards the device, his neck muscles gyrating against the touch of Amelie's wrists clasped around them. "Damn..." he said, his voice almost sounding disappointed. "Well... whatever we did, it did the trick. One-hundred and twenty..." he said, showing her the results of the device. "That's plenty to get transmission through..." he added, biting down on his lower lip, his gaze turned completely away from the machine and back to Amelie's amber eyes.

"But... like you said, maybe we should just make sure it's a surefire thing. I mean... the numbers could be off, right?" he reasoned, his head still turned towards her, as the device was quickly dismissed back onto the table. There was a fire in the black bull's eyes, and as he stared at her pretty face, he felt his cock throbbing again. Only a few more seconds had passed, before that large, black shaft of meat was raised at attention, brimming with arousal. Those fat, dark veins throbbed again, as the crown of his cockhead---which Amelie did such a good job of polishing with her tongue---was plump once more. Even his spit-stained balls had tightened up, the rugged skin around them taut with tightness.

"I won't lie... I'd love to make the most of this night. I mean, I feel bad for Gerard, but we did him a solid. Besides, his fault for leaving his beautiful wife alone... like this," Melvin whispered to her lips, his voice low and hypnotic. "What do you think, Madame Lacroix? Do you want me inside of you tonight?" he asked again, this time ending the vibrations of his husky voice with a warm kiss, right on her lips.

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Her breath had picked back up, her chest obviously rising and falling with each one as she tries to control it. He started to agree with her and she felt a surge of excitement. She couldn't help but stare at his thick lips wanting to feel them again and then back up into his deep ebony eyes. His voice sounded like silk traveling deep into her core. She Amelie would feel her arousal even more as she shifted in her seat at first. She couldn't help but bite her own lip as she slowly nodded.

"Chérie, it would be terrible to leave me like this..." She began to move her legs apart feeling the how much of the wetness had spread onto her thighs. Amelie guides one of her hands across her stomach and lower down to touch her grool along her pussy lips. It was easy for her to see how wet she was so she brought her fingers back up to her lips sucking it off gently. "Or you could leave me like this for Gerard... but... I would much rather not wait because I like to get what I want." Her feet started to lift up onto the edge of the couch on either side of him. "And right now Monsieur, I want you..." Amelie kept her voice soft and low, her accent seemed to thicken. "I think we should make sure."

After sucking off her finger she leaves some saliva on her fingers and lowers it back down along his chest to find his cock once more swollen. She started to run her hand along his length, feeling the familiar veins and size in her hand. If he was close enough she would move herself and shift the head of his cock along the soft slick folds.

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The black bull bit his lower lip when he felt her grasp around his cock again. The familiar, cold sting of her wedding band was gone now---for the metal was covered in their mixed fluids, and felt just as warm as her touch. "Yeah, baby?" Melvin asked her affectionately, his hand running through her hair again. He couldn't help but smile while his gaze fixed itself on her eyes, confident that he had her buy-in at this point. He couldn't believe he'd worked up Amelie to the point where she'd agree to going all the way. With affectionate peck of his lips, he kissed her on her collar bone, then the underside of her chin, pulling back.

"But... if we're going to be so bad, and we're going to do this... we should at least do it properly... not like this. Not here" he said, his eyes glancing around to look at the cum-stained couch, the mess they've made. His free hand stroked down her arm, caressing the knuckles of theh and that was glued to his big, black cock.

"Take me to your bedroom, Madame Lacroix," he whispered. "But don't you dare let go," he ordered her, looking down to where her hand had met his cock. Where she would lead---and whether she would lead, Melvin would be sure to follow...

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Amelie stretched out as he kissed along her skin with a soft hum in her throat. She knew it was going to be a bad idea, but not exactly how much trouble she was getting herself into. "Monsieur, the gentlemen... after the beach and the sauna... I admit I am a bit surprised..." She sits up, pressing her chest into his as she sits up with him to then stand up. Her grip remains gripped onto him, even though it seems her hand doesn't wrap around it that well.

She makes sure to brush her bare skin along his as she begins to stand up making sure he would get up with her. She looked up at his towering stature with a bit of excitement in her eyes and begin to walk backwards for a moment towards a set of stairs. She watches him move for a moment before twisting away from him to walk looking forward. Amelie makes her way up the stairs, she keeps her grip on his big black cock feeling the tip of it brushing up against her bare flesh. She could almost feel his eyes along her fit dancer body as she walked ahead of him up the stairs. Her hips moved gracefully from side to side, a bit of a bounce a she takes each step. The slickness between her legs seems to seep with anticipation as she continues up in front of him.

After a moment she leads him to her room with a overlooking view to the water and beach. A glass door from the room leads out to a nice balcony that would over look the pool they had been at earlier. Considering the decor in the home, it was simple and modern. No photos, no trinkets. Things seemed to have a place and a purpose. "Chérie, ce qui est à moi est à toi." She smiles. It seemed that maybe Gerard kept the home to a standard. Her hand went over a panel on the wall, letting the lights turn on dim as the sun had been below the horizon now. The glass seemed to move across making the wall between the balcony and the room seeming some kind of privacy but leaving the view open to the water.

Now that they were in her room Amelie turned her attention back to him, lifting herself on her ballet toes to bring her lips up to his in a firm needy kiss.

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The eager stud followed along with enthusiasm, guided by the tug on his shaft. Her soft skin was a welcome bit of warmth on his cock. Watching her body and the sway of her ass as she moved, he was hypnotized for a bit, coming more to his senses when the lights dimmed and her lips met his. "Well, I reserve good manners for a quality woman," Melvin whispered back to her lips, kissing her back, with just as much hunger. He enjoyed Amelie---every tender kiss with her was just as lewd, and passionate as the very first time he'd crammed his tongue down her throat. And he did it again this time, with ease, now that her mouth seemed so much more receptive.

Black hands ran up her pale shoulders and back down again, before grabbing tightly to her ass cheeks. Those rough palms slid back up her sides once before before his thumbs hooked along her armpits, lifting her up into the air and pulling her away from the kiss. She was a ballerina---she must've been used to being tossed, Melvin thought. And so, that's exactly what he did, throwing her onto the bed so she'd land on her back. He scanned the room for a moment, the beautiful view outside, the perfect lighting against the pristine furniture, and the spider-spy-bots hiding away in the corners, their lenses flared... it was a flawless setting.

With a few steps forward, the large black bull climbed onto the bed as well now, his hulking, muscular figure, crawling towards Amelie before mounting her body. He was above her, one hand planted on the bed beside her shoulders, and the other hand, finding her palm. Interlocking his fingers with hers, he held her hand, their palms kissing as he squeezed her fingers between his own. "Last chance Madame Lacroix... any second thoughts? Once we do this... there's no going back..." Melvin whispered, leaning up against her, and letting his hard cock rest against her body. His balls touched the slit of her pussy while his black dick was sprawled across her lower abdomen, nearly reaching the underside of her navel... the size was indeed immense. Craning his neck over, he brought his lips to her mouth, staring her in the eyes.

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The feeling of Amelie's tongue in her body warmed her body all over again. Her hand let go of his cock as he wrapped his hands around her. Amelie slipped him between her legs letting his rub in between her lips, coating him with her slick grool, as she pressed up into his chest. With his strong hands along her body, grabbing her ass she stifles a soft moan into their kiss as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. She was used to being lifted but not thrown as a ballerina. As she was lifted she couldn't help but break her kiss and smile before getting tossed onto the bed with a surprise.

She landed on the bed with a bounce and a bit of grace, her breasts bounced softly as well. Her amber eyes watched him approach the bed with excitement, watching the muscles move and his large rod sway as he approached. She had seen the view from her room before, but not really the view before her. It had honestly surprised her how excited she felt. Most of her nerves were gone as she felt like it was already past the point of her already cheating.

As he climbed up on top of her she more than willing to spread her legs to accommodate him around his hips as she squeezed her fingers around his. "I never back down Monsieur." Feeling the length of him pressed up against her stomach, she again is surprised by the size of him but she is now more than curious about. "Please... I want to know what it feels like to have your big fat cock inside of me. I don't think this would be one hundred percent worth it without getting something out of it for myself too... I admit I am a bit selfish."

Her free hand moved to his chest, drifting up his muscles to go behind his neck as he pressed into her again for a kiss. Her lips met him again with passion as she shifted her hips feeling his balls rubbing against her wet pussy. Both of her legs starts to run up along his in anticipation.

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Clenching his fingers against hers, Melvin gave her hand a tight grip before meeting her tender kiss. He was glad she wanted this as much as he did. And as he felt her legs move alongside his, parting for him, he shifted his hips down a little. That fat, black dick trailed down the center of her stomach and her lower abs, his cockhead brushing past her crotch and leaving a dollop of pre-cum on the small tuft of hair above her cunt. Melvin broke the kiss for the moment, staring deeply into her amber eyes with a heated sense of lust. He even let go of her hand, opting to both his arms around her body, just as she'd hooked her limb around his. Holding her firm, he finally lowered his erect dick. The slippery, ebony cockhead brushed past the slit of her pink pussy, crowning into her and slippy right in. Despite her tightness, and despite the size of that massive anaconda, Melvin slipped in easily, guided by the sopping, wet lubrication of her pussy drool.

"MMgh...." Melvin hummed lowly, spearing himself deeper and deeper, letting her insides stretch to accommodate every inch of that big, black pole. "Argh," he let a husky grunt, feeling resistance as he was only halfway in. Her gushing insides felt so clenched and perfectly tight. _Was all French pussy this good?_---he wondered. "You... feel amazing, baby. I want you to take it all." he hummed into her lips, sinking his dick in even deeper, pushing past any resistance that wet cunt would provide. The black bull had no qualms about stretching her and feeding her all of that fat meat. After the way she pleasured him? She'd earned to have her brains fucked out tonight. A few more seconds passed, and with a hard squelch, the hulking male was balls deep into her. His sweaty, spit-stained scrotum stuck to her ass cheeks, plump and throbbing, glued to her skin. That massive, African breeding rod had penetrated her fully, the head pressed flat against the most inner depths of her cunt, while his bloated shaft pushed hard against her inner walls. "That's good baby... just raise those hips for me..."

But Melvin stopped there---he didn't thrust, her didn't decide to go at her like an animal, as much as he wanted to. That would come, in time. For now? The large bull simply gyrated his hips, moving pulsing black dick inside her, giving her pussy a nice, slow stretch, so it would adjust to the girth and length of his dick...

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Amelie couldn't help but just to stare at him as she felt him shifting, wrapping his large arms around her and lowering the real weapon he brought with him that day. She wanted to press into him as he held her firmly, gliding right across her pussy lips. Her body wanted it more than she thought. As he rubbed up against her she tried to move her hips but it was more of a squirm to feel him rub more against her until he pressed the head of him inside of her.

Feeling him finally pressing into her, forcing her lips to spread for him she couldn't help but to gasp, holding onto her breath. It felt bigger than what she had expected. As he started to press in further and further, the sound of his voice enjoying the feeling of her tightly clench cunt around him she finally shivered all over and started to breath again. "I... oh Monsieur..." She started to moan softly. Amelie brought up her hips as she lifted her legs up further for him, it felt like he was moving in further, deeper the more she shifted. With her knees up by her chest, her hands clenched the sheets and she tried to move her hips along with his feeling his large African meat throbbing and pulsing inside of her, pressing up against her walls completely, with no space left to spare. She could feel him pressing up against her cervix with ease. At this point she knew, if she got in trouble for this, it was worth it. Gerard could go fuck himself.

"Please... oo... mon chérie." She started to coo and moan softly as he simply moved for now, stretching her, letting her get use to him first before he started to change his pace. "If you keep this up..." Amelie tightened her soaked cunt around his cock, tightening and clinging to him more as her body felt on edge needing him all evening. "I'm going to cum all over you before you even..." She sighs loudly clearly already enjoying the feeling of him inside of her. She rolls her back forward into him as she moans, biting on her lip as she continues to look up and watch him.

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Those sensual words were music to Melvin's ears. Holding the Madame close, he squeezed and surrounded her body with those layers of black brawn. Dark skin brushed against her own pale features, grinding and churning slowly. Slow grunts left his lips, returning the echo of her moans. "You're gonna cum?" he asked her softly, gently nudging his broad, dark nose against hers. "Then cum..." he said, gently moving her legs more to the side, spreading them out so his chest and her breasts had no opposition from being sandwiched against each other. Figuring he'd given that cunt enough time to adjust to his size, he started thrusting into her now. Deep. Slow. And long thrusts made their way, as his dark warmth parted her insides thoroughly. With every plunge outwards, he'd bring his fat dick just halfway out, giving her insides a chance to recoil and tighten again. But slowly, smoothly, he dug himself back in, burrowing massive cock so deep, that his ebony cockhead kissed her cervix over and over again.

He throbbed inside her, letting her feel just how eagerly his veiny shaft was pulsing. "Do you like that, Amelie?" he huffed, churning his hips slightly, so his cock would grind against her insides when plunged in so damn deep. He was carving her pussy out for himself, making sure it would remember the shape, size, and heat of that massive African breeding tool. "Tonight... you're my woman. You understand me? I want you to forget all about your husband. And I want you to focus..." he exhaled deeply, biting his fat, lower lip from the electrifying pleasure her tight insides gave him, "on cumming on this big, black dick... cum for me Amelie," he uttered. He stared deep into her amber eyes with affection, his black meat completely lodged inside of her, his scrotum sticking to her outer pussy lips with each plunge. With his crotch, he could feel the gentle fuzz above her cunt, his obsidian flesh grinding against her clit with each *thump* downwards.

"Cum for me," he ordered his lover, pounding that pussy with consistent, thorough thrusts---making sure it would never be the same again...

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It was already easy for Amelie to forget about the sin they were in the middle of as all she could do was think about the way his body was grinding and moving against hers. His big black meat filling her up in ways she hadn't though were possible, it was easily driving her climax with how much she had been worked up earlier. Her pussy was hungry, the walls and lips gripped around him tightly, each thrust becoming easier and easier as not only as she adjusted but the wetter she got.

Another moan after soft moan left her lips as he continued to stretch her out but once he leaned down with a ''then cum...'' in his deep voice it seemed to release it from her. Her cunt started to quiver around his African cock with each of his ball slapping thrusts. Her body easily moved for him, legs flexible enough to split and adjust as he pushed them aside. Amelie's toes went from a perfect dancers point and began to curl. Her orgasm was soft and gentle as her fingers ran across his back gently. "Mmmm oui, I do Melvin... you feel so big I can't... ahhhh..." Another soft wave of pleasure moved through her as she moved her body into him. "Ooo, yess..." He made it seem so easy but it didn't seem like he was going to be done with her any time yet and she was already starting to leak her own cum all over his cock. "Melvin..." She didn't know how long he lasted for but she knew she was going to be a mess after and somehow still recover to welcome home Gerard...

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"Fuck, yeah... rmghh..." Melvin cooed into her mouth, collapsing his lips into a kiss while his tongue wormed its way down her gullet once more. He loved kissing her, especially when the last thing that had left her mouth was his name. "Mmfph... did you just cum for me? Good girl, Amelie," Melvin commended his French lover, looking her straight in the eye while her insides were clenched tight around his cock in lewd convulsions.

"Guess... no reason to hold back anymore then, hm?" he teased her, starting to uppen his pace as his slow, deep thrusts started to get faster and faster. Each plunge went deeper than the last, as that fat, African battering ram pummeled the tightness of her insides, marking her with his musk and his pre-cum. "Argh..." he grunted, his hips pumping furiously as if he were a breeding black bull in heat. "I'm gonna ruin your pussy tonight, Madame Lacroix... I'm gonna stretch you so good," he promised, delivering on his promise with every syllable he uttered. The way he plowed into her married pussy, it was obvious he was trying to mark her as his own.

The sound of his voice as he whispered to her now, was accompanied by a series of lewd *PLAPS* of his fat balls, against her inner thighs. "Are you gonna be a good white slut for this big, black dick, Amelie?" he teased her, feeling his own orgasm fast approaching...

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She took to his mouth and tongue happily as she moan into him, wrapping her tongue around his. As he pulled his mouth away from hers she stared back up at him with her eyes half open still mid orgasm as he called her a good girl. Amelie felt herself convulsing and cumming around his thick black rod. With the fresh cream she could feel him slide in easier and began to pick up his pace.

"Melvin... oh... my... Dieu." Amelie cried out between each one of his deep thrusts. Each time he pushed in deeper to her she found herself gasping and her breath leaving her as if he was forcing it out of her. Each time he dove into her, ramming into her and slapping his balls into her wet slick skin, she gasped feeling herself rolling into another orgasm with no control.

The honest truth was that he had filled her up in a way she had not expected. Her petals stretched around him, hugging his girth tightly and shaping perfectly to him as she continued to leak out with every thrust into her. As her body ached for him, she arched back and into him as she could, grabbing at his shoulders and neck as she felt herself convulse. His voice breaking the sound of him slapping into her, felt like it resonated deep in her body as he asked her to be a good white slut for him. "Oui... oui... yes... Melvin..."

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A lowly grunt from the depths of Melvin's chest made his voicebox vibrate, sending the current of soundwaves onto Amelie's body. That incredibly tight, slippery pussy, felt like heaven as it convulsed onto his flesh, sending him into the throes of ecstasy. "Mmmgh... cumming on me again? Good girl," he commended her, slurping her lips.

He didn't' slow down one bit thought. The black bull fucked her through her orgasm, pulverizing any shred of dignity her cheating pussy had left, as he was intent on breaking her in for black dick. The intensity of the lewd sounds only increased, as Melvin's balls-deep thrusts grew to an accelerated crescendo, his cum-dribbling cockhead kissing her cervix, just before letting loose...

"Cum with me..." he ordered her, already feeling the flow of orgasm leave his tip. Thick spurts of pudding-thick African seed instantly flooded her womb, expanding her walls as it tainted her insides. The ebony battering ram pounded away at any resistance her insides gave, as he flushed her French womb with millions of eager, virile, black sperm, which sizzled and churned inside her. A lewd several spurts of frothy semen started to leak out of her insides from the overflow, even though he plugged her whole shut with one last, powerful thrust, gluing his balls to her taint.