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Perfect Gem

By: ShionAsha



Maxine was new to the area; it was the summer and she was out exploring the area. She visited all kinds of shops out at the strip malls near the larger stores such as Wal-Mart or Bed Bath & Beyond. She was about done for the day when she spotted a Kay Jewelers out by a shoe store, cell phone store, and craft store in an isolated part of the parking lot. She hadn't checked out one of those places in a while, and was interested. She walked over to the area and walked inside. She instantly felt cooled off and welcomed into the area. There were so many lights, so many mirrors...she felt beautiful just standing there in her white blouse and navy blue skirt with her blonde hair covering her face on one side. But apart from that there were also so many...Jewels! 

She examined all the different rings, necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. Of course, to her, small cash registers were clinging in her eyes as she looked at the prices of these gems. Still, they were too beautiful, and it didn't cost anything to look, so was a great feature of having such an imagination...her desires were satisfied for just as long as she could imagine it, then she didn't need it anymore. Her mentioning of the jewels as beautiful made her partly gasp when she saw a certain special woman walk by her, talking to the other jewelers. Everyone looked fixed and glamorous but she stuck out. 

She had very dark straight shiny hair, hanging loosely behind her down to the middle of the dark spiffy suit she wore, of course accompanied by necklaces and rings. The other people walked off into another room and caused her to turn around, revealing perky breasts and a godly cute, round face! Deep blue eyes and pouting lips that say "fuck me" like no other. The look she gave Maxine was enough to make her faint right there in the store, but she gathered her senses and simple talked to her. She read her name tag;

"Jessica."

Maxine wasn't normally interested in women; now she was guessing it was all a matter of finding the right one. And Jessica was the right one for her.

"Hi! Is there anything I can help you with?" Jessica said to Maxine, putting her arms behind her back and jutting her large breasts out.

"Oh God, you could help me all night." Maxine thought to herself, wondering exactly why this woman appeared so sexy to her. She too-quickly responded "I'm just gazing...uh, at the merchandise I mean! Ah, like the ones that you're showing off! Ug...that are in the store. Y'know, right here for everybody to see! Nyagh..." She sort of went off.

"Well...have fun then! Just let me know if I can assist you in any way!" Jessica answered before walking off, showing the limits of her skirt, which showed Maxine her wonderful calves, protected by stockings and accompanied by high-heels.

"Whew..." She thought. "What the hell is coming over me?"

Maxine imagined her with only those sexy stockings and high-heels on. For the next 30 minutes, she tried to catch glimpses of her new dream girl, pretending she was looking at the rings. After…an hour, she realized it was getting late and decided to head home. Before she went out, she was going to ask Jessica if she was going to be in tomorrow, but she got in a conversation with some other people, and Maxine, with her 5 second question, never got to ask it before she waited 30 minutes and got impatient. 

As she walked towards the car, she reminisced on what it was exactly that she saw. She just walks in a jewelry store and finds the woman of her dreams? Women aren't even something attractive to her! Or rather, she always appreciated the beauty of a women, just...never really appreciated it the same way men do. But after the whole glamour thing in the jewelry store, she was on the verge of finding out more about that kind of attraction. Because she...was just absolutely gorgeous...drop-dead gorgeous! She turned heads, made people full of desire! Her, anyway...

It was getting late and Maxine was wondering if she really would be in tomorrow. She was hoping she would, but she is also used to that not happening. Instead, she was just glad that she would be in some day anyway. Maxine went to bed, and tried to dream of her...but failed because dreams suck. The good news is that the next day, Jessica was there! It was early morning, and Maxine was ready for her "eavesdropping" session. She had tried to sneak many peeks at Jessica, and had been successful for the most part; but now she was going to be doing it even more. She dressed in darker clothing than usual, but something that showed her off nice enough. She got into her car and headed towards Kay Jewelers.

Inside, she took closer looks at Jessica from afar, Jessica turning around and waving occasionally. "I'm sure it's just part of the job." Maxine thought. She was around the middle of the store for most of the time, so Jessica was confused into thinking she was eyeing a particular piece of jewelry. Maxine was surprised to see Jessica standing before her, looking a little embarrassed as if she were shy.

"Hello, M...Miss! Would you like some help finding something? Would you like to take a look at something?" She said.

Maxine quickly tried to put on an act. She pointed at a random jewel.

"This one!" She said rather loudly. 

Jessica's eyes widened. "Well!" she said. "You seem quite set on it! Okay, I'll tell you about it..." Jessica picked up the gem and handed it to Maxine; the stone so small, their hands touched as they did this and boy was Maxine excited at that.

As she was rattling off Gem Specs Maxine was more paying attention to the way she was saying it. Not the typical saleswoman voice you hear that makes you fully aware they're only after your money. It was almost as if she was saying "Buy this stone and propose to me goddammit!" God, that rich womanly voice she had drove her up the wall! She was blushing, and the rest of her body was getting very heated. As she looked up at Jessica and her smile she just got a magnetic urge to kiss her on the lips; but alas, she could not. 

Maxine made a silly comment about price issues, and Jessica understood. 

"Well, if you ever decide you wish to buy it Miss......."

"My name is Maxine, it's nice to meet you. I already know your name."

Looking puzzled for a minute, Jessica then realized it and went "Well, haha...name tag and all, yeah." And giggled, putting her hand up to her mouth as if it was unladylike to laugh louder than she was. 

"Well, just stop in anytime! Is there perhaps something else I can show you?"

Maxine said that was okay and bid her farewell. She decided that she was done for the day and headed home...quickly. She couldn't take the urges boiling inside her.

Maxine closed her front door and propped herself on the couch. She untucked and unbuttoned her blouse, also dropping her bra to the floor. She lifted her skirt up and pulled her panties down and let them drop to the floor. Her right hand drifted to her swelling pussy, and her left hand drifted to her breast; she began to caress herself softly while she moved fingers in and out of her. She warmed herself up, and was no sooner reminding herself of why she was doing it by thinking of sexy Jessica. Alas she was alone but it got her hot to imagine she took a beautiful woman home from a jewelry store. Nevertheless she imagined Jessica locking up the store one night, and staying so that they could be alone; Jessica laying down on one of the glass cases and Maxine coming up to her and sucking her pussy hard, making her moan loudly. She could imagine this well from the voice she heard that afternoon, and also imagined how soft she was from the small hand-touching they shared then as well. She tried to emulate being Jessica with her pussy sucked on by digging into her own pussy hard. Her hips began to raise off the couch and her legs spread out to the floor. Her left hand left her breast and held onto the arm of the couch for support while she diddled herself harder and faster until she exploded in a hot orgasm that shot pleasure all throughout her body. She was sensitive and satisfied after that, imagining it was Jessica cooling off after a hot night with Maxine. About 8 minutes passed before Maxine put her clothes back on and took care of some paperwork before watching television the rest of the night, waiting for the day to be over, revealing the next day she'd be able to spy on her new would-be playmate.

She headed over to the store. It was business as usual. She didn't see Jessica immediately. She looked at the wonderful stones for a little while; still no Jessica. She talked to one of the other people there, asking her where Jessica was.

"Oh, she's off today. But she said that you might have come in today to look at the jewels. She mentioned you a couple of times. You came in, like, 3 times in a row didn't you?"

"Uhhh...heh heh, yeah I did."

"Well have you made a decision yet?"

"Um...not yet. I was just seeing if Jessica was available but...well..."

"You a friend of hers or...?"

"You could say that."

"Mmmokay well I believe she is scheduled to be here tomorrow. Check by then. She should be here."

"Kay, thanks."

As Maxine was about to head out the door, Jessica quickly walked into the store, panting. She passed Maxine, exclaiming "Ah! There it is!" Grabbing something from behind the counter, she was about to walk out when she spotted Maxine.

"Ah, it's you! Glad I ran into you!" brushing her hair back a bit.

"Hi there, Jessica. Just came to see if you were here. Lucky me."

"Yeah you caught me off guard. I just forgot something important that I usually take with me home because I need it, but I forgot it yesterday and need it for the weekend so I came back in to get it...which reminds me I have to go take care of something else, be right back..."

Maxine ducked behind one of the counters, making it look again like she was interested in the jewelry, which she was to an extent because it had all to do with her new crush. She watched Jessica fill something out behind the counters on the other side of the room. Then she stood up and pretended to look at some less expensive fake jewelry hanging on racks. She put her hands in her pocket immediately as Jessica turned around, and Maxine looked behind her in a suspicious way. Jessica walked over to her.

"What was that just now?" Jessica gave Maxine a look that could cut diamond.

"I was, just looking! As usual."

"Mm. Really." Jessica said coldly.

"Jessica I........Okay...I just, the reason I kept coming back…" she began to whisper, "…was because ever since I set foot in here, I've found you a very attractive and lovely person, and...I was sort of watching you, pretending I was looking at the jewels."

Jessica's eyes widened.

"There..." Maxine said, turning away. "I've said it. You know now. So...I'm your creepy voyeurist."

"Well...I.....Maxine...."

"Yes?"

"Are you a lesbian?"

"No. No, I'm not. But when I saw you...I dunno something came over me. Because I-"

"Let's go outside to talk about this; not in the store..."

They walked outside next to Maxine's car, parked at the corner of the store. 

"Well, Jessica...I just, found you so beautiful. Your long flowing hair, your cute round face, your glamorous appearance...but your smile and your voice and your way of moving and talking, it just drives me crazy!" Maxine was, the whole time, heart-rushing, scared to death of what Jessica would say. Jessica herself had her hands pointing to herself in a bashful way.

"I...I...Maxine! I...Oh God this is even tougher for me to say…" she said, brushing her hair back and looking to the side with a red face.

"I had the same feelings...I just didn't know if you thought the same. What would have been the chances of that, huh?"

"aw...well, umm."

"I'm not a lesbian either, but God did I think you were beautiful. I'm real shy...I can greeet customers, but it took me courage to walk up to a woman as beautiful as you and say hi..."

"Aww....Jessica..."

Jessica walked up to Maxine and put her arms over her shoulders. "God, you're just too beautiful...I really don't know what to say at this point cuz I've never…"

Maxine put Jessica's hand on her face. "Mmm…what do we do?"

A smile spread far across Maxine's face.

"I'll tell you what." Jessica said. "I'm rather busy today but tomorrow I'm totally free. And there is a nice café near here that I've always wanted to try out. And I would definitely love to try it with the woman of my recent dreams."

Maxine faced away and snickered, blushing.

"Well okay! Where is this place?"

"It's called 'Great Food For You'. It's on Crossdraw street, turn right from the mall entrance."

"Okay! I'll be there! Here's my number in case you can't make it or something...anyway, wear something sexy, Jesse!"

"You too!" Jessica said as she winked to her new friend and got in her car. 

As soon as she left, Maxine felt like she could take on the world. She relaxed in her car before starting it up and going. She basked in the heat of the sun, shining into her car. She loosened a couple of buttons on her blouse and felt the sun hit her body. It made her pant slightly, and thoughts of Jessica made her pant audibly. She let out a short "mmm" before she realized that anybody could catch her at any time; she started her car up and headed home, immediately running up to her bedroom.  

Putting her stuff down, she leaned against her door, her ass pressing against the door with her body in a < shape. She opened her blouse back all the way up and simulated her panting again. She lifted up her skirt and slid her hand into her panties. Using her left hand to keep her skirt up and her pussy exposed, she gently fucked herself with her right hand. She could hear herself;

"mm.....uh...uh..uh..uhh...uhhh...uhh...uhh...uhhh....uhhhh! huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Oh lord! Huh! Hunh! Hunh! Oooh! E-uuuh! Uh! Unh! Unh!! Oh God! Oh! Hunh! Oh God Jesse! Ah! Aah! Aaah!"

She felt deep into her pussy with her fingers. Her left hand darted to her lonely breasts and gave them attention. Soon, Maxine was sliding up and down on the door she was leaning against, and pressing her cheek against it.

Her hands furiously rubbed her pussy as she thought dirtier and dirtier thoughts about Jessica, until she couldn't take it anymore and exploded into orgasm, her hips gyrating off of the door. 

"Aah! Aah!! AAHH! AAAAAAAAH!!!"

Her hands were soaked and she caught her breath as she slid down the door and sat on the floor. Her face was flushed, and she could feel the heat of her face against the cold wood of the door. 

For the rest of the day she could hardly settle down. God, it was a date with her dream girl! She tried playing solitaire on the computer but gave up after 5 minutes of futile rounds. She tried taking a nap but couldn't get to sleep. She attempted making dinner or watching television but she could not possibly get her mind off of Jessica. She had even tried to play with herself to her again, but it wasn't doing well...she was still tired from last time. But, like on Christmas Night, she had to go to bed at one point or another. So she went to sleep and woke up the next morning. She rolled over and looked at the clock. Just as she did that, her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Maxine? It's Jessica."

"Oh hi!"

"Hi there. Listen, it just occurred to me I never told you what time to meet me at Great Food For You."

"Yeah, we didn't really pick one. What time you want?"

"Well it's 11:00 right now so....have you eaten breakfast already?"

"Nope. Still in bed, about to wake up."

Jessica's eyes widened and shifted to the side at the thought of whatever Maxine might be wearing. 

"Well how about...lunch at 12:30?"

"That'd be perfect. I'll roll out of bed now."

"Okay, Maxine. See you there!"

Normally, Maxine would be very excited. But she was very tired. All she needed was a hot shower, and she'd be okay. She undressed and got into the shower. Once again she could not stop thinking about her Jessica. She leaned against a wall of the shower and her hands drifted to her pussy; she tried diddling herself for about 15 minutes before she realized she may be wasting something she may need later....but it didn't change the fact that it left her aching and wanting.

As she got out of the shower, she picked something to wear. It's one thing to have dressed up all glamorous but then again, it was just lunch...it wasn't dinner. She picked out a thigh-high black skirt and white blouse...these she wore almost always. It occurred to her that many women must wear them as uniform, and yet she wears them only when she isn't working. But it was good nonetheless. She got into her car and drove to the place Jesse spoke of. Along the way though, Jessica's body felt very aroused; a buildup of past tries that she didn't finish. But now she wanted it, but couldn't. She wanted to save herself for Jessica. 

God…what was she thinking? Jessica wouldn't do that…she never would. What are they planning to do? She doubted anything really serious. It was a date, yeah, but…

Well, perhaps saving herself meant she would save herself for when she got home…after she got a more vivid image of her. And so she drove on in anticipation.

And when she got there, searching for Jessica, she found her...sitting, waiting patiently for her in, God, a green tank-top and jeans, adding to it a flower in her hair. This drove Maxine crazy; she'd never seen Jessica in anything other than a suit. Jessica set her purse down and waved to Maxine to come over to her table. Maxine walked over. Jessica got up and gave her a girly hug before sitting back down. Elbows on the table to support her gaze, Jessica said "Glad to see you made it."

"Yeah..." Maxine said, trying not to eye her too much. She couldn't help it though...her body was getting quite tense. Somehow, Jessica noticed.

"Oh, you like? I was hoping to wear something nice today."

"Oh yeah...it's nice..." Maxine said, throat dry.

The waitress came and they ordered. She brought their drinks back to them and Maxine sipped a large portion of hers down. 

"Thirsty?"

"No. Not in the least."

"Cuz you look thirsty."

"Totally not." She said, gulping it.

Jessica took her sandals off, moved her feet and placed them on Maxine's hips.

"You like?" Maxine started shaking. 

Jessica moved her feet back and forth on Maxine's hips, making her wiggle in a humorous way. Maxine couldn't take it though; she was absolutely mesmerized. Soon, Jessica stopped though. Jessica had definitely noticed her breathlessness, but only giggled. 

"There's no one across the table but who knows? Someone might get a bit excited."

Who, not her?

When they got their food, they were both hungry, though Jessica was the only one that could really eat.

"The food's really good though." Max said. 

"Isn't it?"

"Though I may have to get a box, cuz I, for some reason, am not all that hungry."

"No problem. We can just take it back home."

"H...Home?"

"Sure! Wanna come stay at my house?"

"Sure! For how long?"

"You doin' anything tomorrow?"

Maxine's stomach turned. Was she asking her to spend the night? "Well...I guess not. I just...well, kind of, don't have anything with me right now...."

"Oh that's fine. Here...my address." She wrote it on a small piece of paper. "Go grab your stuff and come right over. Can you do that or do you want to?"

"Y...Yeah! I'd l...l...love to!" Maxine said barely. Her heart was pounding. She wanted to so bad but didn't want to seem like a pervert that just wanted to fuck Jessica's brains out. Honestly Maxine wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to do to this woman, but whatever it was she wanted to do it hard.


Perfect Gem



They sat and talked for a little while longer. By the time it was time for them to get up and get going, Jessica took the check.

"N…No, we should split it."

"Maxiiine. I invited you out to dinner. I have to pick up the check."

"I…I! I won't let you!"

"I don't care if you're going to let me or not. I'm paying. I invited you. It's my treat to you.

"Fuck."

Maxine sat and pouted in her seat.

Jessica gave Maxine a peck on the cheek. Maxine's pussy was already aching, she let out a tiny moan when she did. She thought Jesse may have heard it. "Did anybody ever tell you you're cute when you're mad?"

"Uh…well, yes…" except she wasn't really mad. But a battle of who can be more generous can turn into a war on who can be more generous.

"See you in a few!" She said, helping Maxine up.

The temperature of Maxine's body was going crazy. She was extremely hot because of Jessica's flirting, yet she was extremely cold because of the inside of the restaurant, and she felt warm again coming out into the sun to drive home. That she did; she headed home, grabbed a small bag and placed everything she usually took to sleepovers when she was real young, and began to head out. But god, had Jessica really aroused her. Her bed was practically saying "Come take a nap, Maxine. Heh heh heh, except I really mean come masturbate on me; but you're going to say 'nap' before you do it so that the invisible person listening to you will be fooled, despite your activity in broad daylight."

"Go away, talking bed!" she said, and got back into her car and headed towards the address, anxious to see Jessica. 

She knocked on the door. Maxine's heart raced again. She wondered all kinds of hypothetical things. Maybe Jessica wasn't home? Maybe she hadn't gotten home yet from the restaurant? Maybe she was just kidding about the visit? But as soon as the door opened, she knew she was just being weird.

"Hi, Maxine! Come on in and see my house!"

Maxine came in to see that Jessica had a rather nice house. "Wow!" she said. "I'll definitely enjoy staying here!"

"Oh, but I'll have even more fun with you being here." Jessica said.

"What do you mean?" Maxine said, very aware of what she meant. But the whole time, her nervousness was caused by when she was planning it, and what she was planning on doing. 

Jessica patted her head. "You're so cute." She said. "So, you wanna just chill out?"

"Sure!" sitting down on the couch. 

"So…I can see you're quite wealthy."

"More the other way around. People like to assume things. But hey, I'm just an ordinary woman like everybody else. This house and all its furniture is quite inexpensive. Great quality though. A bit of haggling over price and knowing the right people can get you a great home, every time."

"You sound like an advertiser." Maxine snickered. "But really, I never expected the people at Kay to be exciting to hang around. Eh, no offense…"

"Most of them are, actually. But that doesn't mean I don't know a lot about jewels. I've worked there for quite a while, you know." Jessica said. "And before I met you, I always only had my eye on the jewels...they're so pretty; they look even better on people. God, the days you were in there I wanted to get you to try on all sorts of rings and necklaces, just to see you wear them and put them on."

"Aww...well, that is sweet of you!" Maxine said, absolutely flushed.

Jessica scooted over to her. "No, Maxine...you're the one that is sweet." Her hands slowly drifted to her leg and brushed over it a couple of times. She could hear Maxine's breathing getting heavier. Maxine was already red in the face with her hands trying to cover it. Jessica scooted right next to her.

"God, you're sweet." She said. "You're the sweetest thing I've ever laid eyes on." Inching her hands over her thighs more. Her hands went over the inner parts of Maxine's legs, making Maxine let out a tiny moan again, only accompanied by a breath.  

Jessica moved her hands a little under Maxine's skirt. 

"Ooh! J....Jessica...." Maxine breathed. "Oh Jessica......"

Surprised, horny, and trying to hide the feeling while saying nothing, Maxine was having the time of her life. She didn't know where she would be going at all. But she was excited for it beyond all compassion.

Jesse continued. Her right hand caressed her inner leg and her left arm wrapped around her body. Her left hand caressed Maxine's left arm. 

Maxine's mouth was parted, beginning to pant. She couldn't possibly be any more aroused than she had already become. At least, not before Jessica whispered sweet things into her ear.

"You like that?" she whispered seductively. "You want me don't you? Well, I want you more than anything right now."

Jessica nipped at Maxine's ear. Maxine was hypnotized; she could only let out "mmmm!" Jessica smooched Maxine on the cheeks before getting up and taking off her jeans right in front of her. The removal of her tank top revealed a thinner, lacier, short pink gown that went with her pink, laced panties. She swayed her hips and moved her hands along her breasts and skin, before crawling back right up to Maxine, panting hard. Jessica wrapped her arms around Maxine, and brought her lips to hers. Maxine turned her head and stuck out her tongue; she was waiting for this kiss forever! They both moaned in absolute arousal and they hungrily devoured each other. Maxine moved from the corner to the middle of the couch so Jessica could crawl right on top of her. Jessica kissed and nipped at her neck, unbuttoning her shirt and bra as she kissed down. After reaching her stomach, Jesse came back up with her hands and pushed Maxine's breasts together, and placed her mouth on one. Maxine was moaning louder now. 

"Ohh Jesse......Ohh..ohh...ohh...ohh Jesse! Oh Jesse! Ah! Jesse! Oh God Jesse!" Maxine wrapped her leg around Jessica's and stuck her chest out as far as she could, placing her hand on the back of Jessica's head and back. Jessica drew her tongue away but kept her hands as long as she could before moving down and spreading Maxine's legs apart. She kissed Maxine's inner thighs as much as she could before her skirt got in the way, forcing Maxine to jump up and pull it back, letting Jessica continue. She kissed and licked her until she got oh-so close to her center, where her underwear was soaked gray, revealing the cute pussy underneath. She poked at them lightly, causing Maxine to jump. And yet Jessica had to pull Maxine's legs up to get her underwear off, which she tossed far away from them. 

"God, your pussy is as beautiful as you are..." She said. 

"It's all yours..." Maxine said back, still in a hypnotized state.

Jessica lapped at her labia for a couple of seconds, and then dove into her quickly. She massaged the rest of Maxine's legs and butt while sucking away at her. Maxine placed one hand on the back of her head and the other on her breast. It didn't take long for Maxine to shout dirty things to her. Before it sounded like she was about to cum, Jessica pulled away.

"N...No! You can't! Oh god, I've wanted this all day!"

"You'll get your treat, trust me." Jessica teased. She pulled Maxine's body to the floor where she stripped her of her 3 last pieces of clothing. Jessica got up and got on her hands and knees, pointing her butt to Maxine. It was so perfect; big, round, smooth, and soft. On top of that, her own vagina was revealing its shape through her soaked pink panties, which she slowly peeled down. Maxine wanted it now, and Jessica did just that; she sat on Maxine's face, with her pussy over her mouth. She felt the results immediately. Maxine sucked so hard at Jessica's pussy that Jessica yelped in pleasure like she never did. She moved her hips back and forth and began to feel hard slaps against her ass; Maxine was spanking her! Jessica liked it so much she lowered her body like a tired animal, reaching her butt even higher. 

Maxine said "You think you can just go wiggling your ass in my face and me do nothing about it? You're wrong!"

Jessica yelled "Well, spank me harder!!!" And Maxine slapped her ass hard. 

"YES! YES! GOD YES!"

When Jessica's poor butt was bruised beyond compassion, Maxine rolled her over and climbed on top of her right leg.

"Fuck me now. Fuck me now!" she grunted.

She moved her hips back and forth, getting a few licks at Jesse's body, while stuffing her pussy with her fingers. Jesse had her hand on Maxine's arm, and on her back. Now Maxine got what she wanted, and Jesse got even more. They fucked hard like animals, and Maxine started to moan loudly through her teeth "Don't stop! Oh God, I'm gonna cum so Hard!"

Her grinding got even more tense and heavy, her body stiffened for a few seconds, and she burst into orgasm, letting loose every single drop of cum her body could make. Jesse's body was soaked; and as Maxine came, her entire body shook, and Jesse could feel it, feel it conjuring her own orgasm, which she had soon after her.

Maxine's hand moved so fast and hard in Jesse's pussy that Jesse tensed up, shoved Maxine's fingers deeper, and drowned them in hot steamy juice pouring out of her pussy like tea. After what felt like minutes, they both collapsed, completely spent. Even still trying to catch their breath, Maxine said "Oh God that was good...Just...Oh god."

"God yes, it was exactly what I wanted. You were exactly what I wanted."

They laid there for about 30 minutes before they got up and dizzily walked to collect their clothing. Maxine had put her dress and blouse on, but with no bra or underwear and without buttoning her shirt. Jesse had just gotten her gown back on when she said "fuck it. I'll just wear this."

They did what Maxine was also expecting to do, chilling out and watching television...touring the house, helping Jessica cook something for dinner. They fell asleep on the couch that night, and weren't expecting to leave early at all tomorrow. Maxine was happy with her new Jeweler.

They finally found each other's perfect gem.



Perfect Gentleman



Everything here is true and it is as my wife told me about the time she went up to University in the 1960's.

My name is Patricia Muriel and when I went up to University in 1969 I was still a nineteen year old virgin, but my mother was far seeing and put me on the birth control pill and told me to enjoy myself.

During Fresher's week I easily managed to do the inevitable and get myself well and truly shagged. I then wondered what all the fuss was about. It was not the mind blowing experience that I was led to believe; to be honest I felt disappointed. I tried a couple of boys and although it was nice there was no earth shattering moments.

I hung around with another girl, Kath. She was a large girl, amazon in feature but not really attractive, and together we hit the social life.

Let me tell you what I was like then. I was about five foot seven inches with long shapely legs (my best feature especially with a heel), curvy body with 36B breasts with erect nipples, especially when I was excited. Some say I was pretty but I had a snub nose and these eyes that could laugh when I wished them . I was always the "tom-boy" and could hold my own with any male. Some say I was a tease for at times I liked to flaunt my body or parts of it to any male in the vicinity. When I knew they were looking was the time that my eyes and face gave that knowing smile. I wore short miniskirts or dresses and my favourite pose was to sitting on the floor and should there be a male opposite then I would gradually part my thighs so he could see my pure white panties pulled into my vagina. I did not care. When I noticed them looking at my panties I used to smile and stare straight at them. Kath called it my "knowing smile".

Nothing ever happened except one day, but let me not get ahead, I will tell the story.

Kath had met this man, his name was Oliver and he came from Barbados. Now he was big, six foot three inches tall, well built and black. To myself, coming from rural England this was something totally different to what I knew. Not the type of boy my mother would approve of me taking home. Kath coming from swinging London was more amicable and she became friendly with Oliver, but still not over-trusting for when he invited her for tea in his room she asked me to accompany her.

We went and I did nothing special just wearing jeans and a sweater. We had a very enjoyable afternoon of talk and banter. It then became a regular occurrence and most Wednesday afternoons (English universities games afternoon – a pun!) we would troop round to Oliver's room for an enjoyable chat and a laugh. Oliver was always the perfect gentleman, although on a couple of occasions when I did the white panty trick I noted he was taking much interest. I just gave him that knowing smile and left it at that.

Until one fateful week and Kath was otherwise engaged. She had been selected to try-out for the hockey team. We were walking across the campus when we bumped into Oliver.

"Are you both coming for tea this Wednesday." Oliver asked.

"Sorry" responded Kath, "I have a hockey match."

"Oh!" said Oliver, "What about you, Pat? Would you like to come round?"

"No, I should not." I responded.

"Why not? I am perfectly safe." Said Oliver

"Alright then, I will" said I "You do not mind do you, Kath?"

"No, carry!" Kath finally said.

Wednesday came and I must admit I felt a bit naughty. I do not know whether I had some hidden desire for something to happen, but I was bright and apprehensive.

I put on a blouse with my push-up white bra that made my cleavage look inviting. I then selected a pair of white panties and my tartan mini-skirt. I must admit I looked delectable, positively shaggable.

I knocked on his door and it opened to the lovely aroma of tea brewing. Oliver invited me in and I immediately climbed onto his bed and sat on it cross-legged. He poured the tea and sat in the chair looking up at me, and up my skirt. We discussed many issues including whether I was happy with my man. 

"I do not have one at present." I said.

"What a beautiful girl like you lacking a man?" He responds.

"I have not found one who likes me enough."

"I like you!" He exclaims.

I open my legs wider and give him a knowing smile. He stands up. What is that in his trousers? It looks like a trungeon! It must be his cock! It looks huge. I cannot keep my eyes off it.

He moves across and sits by me and his fingers start to stroke my leg. He suddenly lunges over me, his head is rubbing around my breasts pinning me to the bed. He takes my hand and places it on the bulge in his pants. I cannot let go; it is huge and hard.

His hand runs up my thigh and his fingers are pulling aside my panties. I am wet. He pushes a finger into my vagina. I have a sharp intake of breath. I push him off of me, jump up and run out of the door.

What have I done, I could not let a black man do to me. Anyway I could not have taken that huge cock. It would have split me in two.

I avoided Oliver, although he did send a letter of apology.

Soon after I met the man who was to be my husband and settled in with him and his cock was big enough, so we had good sex I will say that for him. But, I used to have fantasies about Oliver's big black cock all the time I was making love. I could still feel it in my hand and to make matters worse I found that cucumbers that could be as big and hard as Oliver's cock. Hence I used to buy them regularly, peel them and use them as a dildo whilst fantasising about Oliver shagging me. I had become a slut.

After about a year, my man had to go on his cooperative education period and it was winter, dark and miserable; I was alone.

My tutor invited me with others for dinner one night. I went and there was Oliver. He sat next to me and we talked and enjoyed each other's company. He is a perfect gentleman. Oliver invited me to tea the next Wednesday so I decided to accept. I said I would go but no "hanky panky". He said he would act the perfect gentleman.

I was horny all week for I could not stop thinking about his cock

Wednesday came and I decided I was going to give a good show. I had a long slow bath and shaved my legs and pampered my body with creams to make it smooth and soft. The thought of Oliver's cock made me masturbate in the warmth of the water. I was high already. 

What should I wear? I had a simulated black leather mini-dress that clung to my body in a remarkable way. It had a zip right down the front that could be set at any danger level. I decided to wear it with no underwear. But, I was soaking wet already and by the time I got to his room I would be dripping. So I choose a small pair of black g-string panties to soak up the wetness. No bra and just slip on heeled sandals to show my legs to the full. I slipped on my overcoat and left for my tea party.

Oliver let me in and took my coat like a perfect gentleman. I had left my zip open down below my naked breasts so the dress gapped and looking in at the side a perfect breast could be seen. I sat down in the chair and crossed my left leg over my right and in doing so I was showing Oliver my gorgeous thigh and leg. Oliver poured the tea and then sat on the bed to the front and left of me. I could tell he saw the total side view of my right tit and the nipple was hard and erect. I noticed the bulge in his pants; I was having an effect. What would he do? We made small talk. The atmosphere was electric.

Casually I uncrossed my legs, my dress slid up my thighs and I sat with my legs wide open. Oliver now had a clear view of my cunt. I was soaking wet, my juices were running out of me. I think he nearly came in his pants, his cock looked huge. He was being the perfect gentleman. How could he not touch me?

I stood up, unzipping my dress and let it fall to the floor. I stood before him, naked except for my small soaking wet panties. His mouth was wide open as I moved to him and started kissing him. My tongue was filling his mouth then his big tongue responded. His hands roaming my tits whilst my fingers sought the buttons on his pants and released his lovely cock. I grasped it feeling the hardness in my small hands. I dropped down to admire it. It was at least a "four hander", twelve inches long with a circumference of eight inches. (I do not lie). It took both hands to hold it all round. I started to move my hands up and down it, pulling the foreskin back and forward. Oliver started to moan. I could not resist it and took his big black cock in my mouth, and sucked and licked. He was moaning even more and suddenly that great pole went rigid, totally filling my mouth when I felt his sperm shooting down my throat. It was pure nectar to me. I had had the cream. 

The next moment I was laying on my stomach over the bed and he was behind me pushing his cock into my cunt from behind, doggy fashion. I felt his knob thrusting into me (he never went soft after cumming), he started thrusting down and I could feel it on my "G spot". Virtually immediately I came; I could not stop myself and he came straight afterwards, his sperm shooting up my cunt he never seemed to stop.

I stripped off all his clothes and we lay on the bed talking and resting, hands roaming each other's bodies.

After awhile I could not stand it any longer for his big black cock was standing at attention again and I needed it in me. I sucked it into my mouth leaving saliva on the tip. My thighs parted as I straddled him rubbing the tip of his cock along my cunt lips and over my clit. I felt so hard but soft as well, better that my cucumber.

I gently ease his cock into my cunt and slid down his pole until I bottomed. The point was between pain and pleasure. He held me up and started to slide my cunt up and down his massive cock, whilst his mouth came to my breasts and started sucking my nipples, one after the other. I was going wild. The pleasures that were roaming through my body were unbelievable. Why had not I had this before?

Suddenly he became so rigid and was piercing my inner walls when I felt a great warm gush of sperm shooting up into me making me roar in a fantastic climax.

I visited him every Wednesday and he was always the "Perfect Gentleman" 



Perfect Gentleman?



Matthew might best be described as a perfect gentleman. He pulls out chairs for me, opens doors for me, lets me watch Top Model reruns when the football's on. At 6ft3 he's a bit of a gentle giant and lets me away with being the lazy, spoilt little girl I am. Our friends all joke that I have him under my thumb and that I must be a hard mistress.

What they don't know is that there are times when Matt isn't such a gentleman.

I guess it's his payment for being so kind to me for the rest of the time, but when he gets me behind closed doors he likes to take absolute control of me. He uses my body whatever way he wants to, and sometimes abuses it a little too -- that's what the gags and paddles are for. At these times I'm his vulnerable little sex slave, and he's definitely not under my thumb.

Often we'll just be relaxing, maybe watching TV (one of my favourite shows of course) and he'll take his cock out of his trousers, stroking it. This is my cue to get to my knees and open my mouth. Then, I wait. If I don't act fast enough, or if I take his cock too greedily and quickly, he's likely to take a chunk of my hair in his fist and roughly correct me. Or he might leave me kneeling there for twenty minutes. Once he had me get to my knees and had me stay there for what felt like hours, mouth wide open, growing more and more wet, until he finally came over my face and silently zipped himself up again. Frustrated, I cleaned myself off, knowing better than to masturbate without permission.

He knows how much he turns me on and somehow manages to keep me perpetually teetering on that fine line between being painfully horny and a little frightened. The fear I get from him is delicious, because it's genuine. There is no roleplay in our bed, he does exactly what he wants with me, and I am not pretending to be helpless.

The reason I feel such exhilarating fear is that Matthew can sometimes go further than I expect him to. More than once I have been left bruised or in tears under his hand. He likes to have me tied up, using all kinds of intricate knots -- although we both know it's not strictly necessary as his sheer size means he has me under control. He might choose to tie only my wrists, or, more often, he might tie me into some kind of position with limited movement and little balance. Before he fucks me he often spanks me, hard, with his hand or a paddle, perhaps making me count the strokes, or simply smiling as I squirm and redden.

He calls me names our friends wouldn't believe; slut, bitch, cunt. He knows this makes me wet and he teases me for it. Beg for my cock, he'll say, Beg for me to slide it into your pussy. And I do, I always do.

That moment when he pushes into me always makes me gasp. His cock, like his physique, is big and broad. It fills me entirely. Often I'm still bound as he fucks me, and he'll use the ropes like reins holding them so he can pound into me harder and deeper. He might slap me once or twice and he has been known to spit on my face or in my mouth. He knows that it angers me, but he also knows that it turns me on. More importantly, however, it turns him on, and he gets off on seeing my reddening cheeks and spit-covered face.

My petite frame means he can flip me into any position he wants and he'll usually fuck me several ways before straddling my torso and stuffing his cock in my mouth. I know then that he is ready to come. As he fucks my face he'll continue to insult me -- cocksucker, slave, fucktoy -- and I'll continue to get wetter. When he pulls out of my mouth and wanks over my face I close my eyes and wait for the salty taste of his come.

Then, when he's satisfied, his come over my skin or in my hair, he'll smile a little -- not that cruel, teasing smile, but one that says I love you -- and he'll inch his way down my body. His tongue laps at the wetness of my pussy and I know it won't take long for him to make me come. He traces circles around my clit and I arch my back as I feel that familiar rush approaching. The release, when it comes, is always powerful, the combination of the long build-up and his skilled tongue driving my pussy into spasms.

Like I said -- the perfect gentleman. When he moves back up and kisses me on the lips I suddenly don't mind how rough and dominating he has been.

No, I don't mind at all...

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Perfect Gentleman



Notes from Author: This story is quite the departure from my normal writing style. This story isn't so much a hot fantasy, as a loving, romantic story, with what I hope is a hot love making session at the end. If you're a fan of my other stuff and are reading this hoping for taboo, spankings, light bondage and the rest, look elsewhere. However, don't worry; I'll be back with more hot stories in the near future! As always, your comments and votes are most welcomed!

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"Hey! Mr. Buck!"

I was eating at a local restaurant at a high-top table near the bar. I turned in my stool and looked into the face of a very cute, obviously buzzed woman. She had short blond hair that fell to about her collar, blue eyes, a dazzling smile, and she was gently rocking around on slightly wobbly legs. She stood slightly taller than 5 feet. She appeared to be in her late-20s or early-30s. And, I had no clue who she was.

"Hi!" I said, my mind reeling trying to remember where, or even if I had met this cute young woman. At my age, 52, I didn't typically socialize with younger woman except in work situations.

"I haven't seen you in years," she said. "How long has it been?"

"Oh, no," I thought, "now what do I say?"

Luckily, she continued uninterrupted. "Let's see...Anne was around 10-years-old. Ronnie was maybe 6-years-old. That would have made me, like, let's see...16! I'm 32 now!" She was quite perky.

Okay, a clue. Anne is my daughter and Ronnie is my son. "That's right!" I said as if I knew who she was. "It's been 16 years. Can you believe it? Anne is now 26, married, and in graduate school at the University of Michigan. Ronnie is 22 and a senior at the University of Tennessee. How have you been?"

"I'm doing great." She leaned in and gave me a huge hug. I could feel her breasts press into my shoulder. The hug went on and on, way past a casual hug. "It is so great seeing you!" She hugged me again and I thought, "I could get used to this!" 

"My sisters are right over there." She pointed to a booth across the restaurant. Two ladies in their mid-thirties waved to me. I still didn't know her, and now there were two more attractive ladies I didn't know. Shit.

"Where do you live now?" I asked searching for clues.

"Houston. I'm a veterinarian." She had trouble saying it and it came out, "vet-eeer-nay-rean." She moved to the other stool at my table and sat down. Her brow furrowed deeply. "I heard about your wife. I'm sooo sorry. What's it been...like a year?"

"Thanks," I said. "Year and half actually. It's been hard, but I'm starting to get my life back on track. Everyone's been so understanding and helpful. I guess that is the benefit of living in a small town."

"Yeah, totally." She drew out the "tow" when she said it. "Houston's not like that...but I do love living there."

"Do your sisters still live here?" Come on, man, I need a clue!

"No. They both live in Atlanta."

Damn it! Come on, God, toss me a bone. "Where are you staying in town?"

"With mom and dad, silly. You know? The house next door to where your parents used to live."

Bingo! I instantly put the puzzle together. Cindy! This is the super sharp, completely adorable kid who used to babysit my children. Before my parents had passed, I saw her parents on a regular basis. Her father had told me that Cindy had saved all of her babysitting money from the time she was 13 until she graduated from high school, and was able to buy a modest car when she went off to college without any help.

"Well, Cindy, you look great!" And she did. Now that I knew who she was, I realized she really didn't look too different from when she was 16. She was much more modestly dressed now in a T-shirt and jeans. She might have gained 5 or 10 pounds, but they looked good on her. I recalled a time when my wife and I had come home from a party around midnight, and Cindy had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV. Her short skirt had scooted up a bit and she was lying on her side facing the television with her toned legs bent slightly at the knee. I could see her white panties. She was wearing a midriff shirt that buttoned in the front, and as was the custom for teenagers, it was way too tight for her tiny frame. Her small breasts were slowly rising and falling as she breathed. I felt like such a pedophile staring at her, that I grabbed a quilt off the back of the couch and covered her before my wife walked into the room.

"Thanks," she said smiling and lowering her head slightly embarrassed. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"How about I buy you a drink?" I waived the waitress over and ordered another beer. Cindy ordered a 24-ounce margarita. When the waitress had walked away I asked, "Whatcha celebrating?"

She smiled and asked, "Is it that obvious?"

When I didn't reply she continued, "Dad is getting to be quite the handful now. He turned 82 yesterday; that's why we're in town." She stopped smiling. "He is deaf as a post and watches Fox News all day with the TV blaring. He yells at the talking heads screaming racial slurs at anyone who isn't white. You know, all Muslims are terrorists, all blacks are freeloaders, and all Hispanics are illegal aliens. My sisters and I couldn't take another minute, so we came out for tacos and 'ritas. I don't know how mom does it. I'm sure she'll be up for sainthood at some point." She laughed way too hard at her own joke, and nearly fell off the stool. I reached over and caught her elbow and helped her sit back in her seat. "My hero." She smiled broadly at me. 

At that moment her sisters appeared at the edge of the table. "Mr. Buck, is Cindy bothering you?"

Cindy's oldest sister was Sarah. As I recalled she was four years older than Cindy and was married. I think... She may have attended the Naval Academy, or maybe her husband had attended. Her middle sister was Stacey and I believe she was two years older. For some reason I remembered that her mother had delivered them two years apart because their father worked abroad for one year, and then was home for one year. Of course, I could have been making all that up in my own mind. At one time I knew what they did for a living, but now...

"Not at all," I said. "We were just catching up. Would you ladies like to join us for drinks?"

Sarah and Stacey looked at Cindy and then to me. Sarah said, "We were just going to head back home. Anyway, I'm the designated driver." She handed a jacket to Cindy. "You about ready?"

"Mr. Buck and I just ordered drinks." She looked sad, and then she smiled. "Mr. Buck can bring me home later, right?" She looked at me and raised her cute eyebrow.

"Of course, I'd be happy to."

Sarah looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Are you sure that's not too much trouble?" The meaning was clear; if Cindy really was bothering me, she would make sure to drag her home with them.

Honestly, I hadn't spent much time in the presence of women since I had lost my wife, and never did I get a chance to spend time with a pretty woman in her early 30s in a social situation. I was actually kind of enjoying myself. "No, really," I said, "it's no problem at all."

Cindy smiled. "See ya'll later." She waived at them dismissively.

"Nice to see you Mr. Buck," Sarah said, as she leaned over and hugged me. More breasts pressed against my shoulder. Stacey followed-up with another hug, and yet another pair of breasts against my shoulder. "We're so sorry about your wife."

"Thanks," I said. It had gotten to be a ritual in this small town. People would say "Sorry," and I'd say "Thanks." I mean, what else could they, or for that matter I say? It was a cultural ritual that did actually help, despite that it was a cliché. It told me that lots of people knew her and remembered her.

"Okay. Cindy, come in quietly...if you can. You know that Dad will be in bed by seven and mom will fall asleep in her chair shortly after that."

After about an hour of catching up, I suggested we head out. I paid the check, she grabbed her jacket and I let her walk in front of me like any gentleman would. Her ass looked terrific in her tight jeans. Clearly, the few extra pounds looked really good on her. As I recalled, she had been a gymnast in high school, and she had had a taut round butt back then. Once we were outside, she slid her arm into the crook of my arm and said, "Wow. I think I had a little too much."

I opened the passenger door of my truck for her and she slid into the seat saying, "It's sure nice to spend time with a gentleman."

"My pleasure," I said, closing her door.

As we pulled out into the light evening traffic she said, "This is just like the old days when you would take me home after I sat for your kids."

I smiled at her and looked back through the windshield.

"You know," she continued, "you were so handsome and I was always a little sad that you didn't try anything with me on the way home. I mean, lots of dads did."

I glanced at her and then back at the road.

"You're the only dad I wanted to make a pass at me and you never did."

"Cindy, baby, you were only 16 back then. That would have been just plain wrong...not to mention illegal."

"Yeah, I know. And, I'm really glad you didn't. I wouldn't have known what to do if you had. My heart was always pounding out of my chest when you took me home. I'd imagine you putting your hands on my leg and suggesting we go park somewhere. I was scared to death that you would hit on me and disappointed when you didn't." She laughed. "Ahh, to be young again."

I smiled back at her. "You know, you are young, right?"

She laughed. "Sometimes I don't feel too young." There was a long pause as she looked out of the passenger side window. "I remember one time that I was watching TV on the couch when you came home. I pulled my skirt up a bit so my underwear was showing, and then I pretended to be asleep. I remember you walking into the room and you stood there for several seconds. I imagined that you were looking at my panties and that you would put your hand up my skirt." She laughed. "But, as usual, you were the perfect gentleman and you covered me up." She placed her left hand on my right hand. "Do they make men like you anymore?"

If she only knew what I had been thinking: I had wanted to ravish her back then, but I really did have a strong moral compass. I would never have cheated on my wife with an adult, much less a child. "Baby, there are plenty of gentlemen out there."

"Are any of them not gay?" She laughed again and made a snorting noise like a pig. "Oh, shit! I am drunk!" She laughed again.

As we turned onto the isolated country highway that led to her parents' house she asked, "Do you still live in the same house?"

"No. After the kids left home, we moved into a house out in the country. We didn't need a neighborhood full of young kids and good schools anymore, and we wanted land and a place for the dogs to run free." I pointed ahead of us through the windshield. "It's on this same highway a few miles past you parents' house."

She asked, "Do you still have that dog Oliver?"

I didn't want to tease her in her drunken state, so I simply said, "No, he's gone." If she had done the math she would have realized that Oliver would have been 22 or 23 years old if he was still alive today. "I'm owned by four big dogs now, though."

"I'd love to meet them." She poked out her lower lip and looked adorable.

"Okay," I said, "if you're going to pout." As we pulled into my driveway, the dogs surround the truck and escorted us to the carport. Cindy jumped out of the car and kneeled so that the dogs could greet her properly.

"Hey, guys!" There was a mob of licking tongues, wagging tails, and joyful giggling from Cindy. "I'm pleased to meet you. And, you. And, you. And, you." She stood up and placed her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. She looked into the field behind the house and said, "Wow, this is nice. How big is this place?"

"Forty acres. There's the house here, a storage shed and a barn, and then the pasture where I keep my mules. Come on and I'll show you the place."

We entered the house and I gave her a tour. She was very impressed with my wine collection I kept in the basement. After I had shown her the inside, we stepped out of the double doors onto the back deck. As soon as she saw the hot tub she asked, "Is that thing on?"

"It should be." I walked over and lifted the top and steam escaped into the cool night air. I looked at the floating thermostat: "103 degrees."

She looked at me with a devilish smile. "Let's pour some wine and climb in."

I was suddenly very nervous. "Cindy, you don't have a suit. Do you have one at your parents' house? I could run you over there real quick."

"It's a hot tub." she said. "Who needs a suit?"

I had only been with two women in my entire life: my high school sweetheart with whom I'd lost my virginity, and my wife of 30 years. My wife had been sick for several years before she passed, and I had not been with a woman since. It had been at least 5 or 6 years since I had had sex, and I wasn't sure how to proceed. My penis, on the other hand, was quite sure. I could feel blood starting to rush to my dick. I then had another thought. If Cindy climbs into my pool naked, I'd have to do the same. I would feel ridiculous wearing a suit if she didn't. And, clearly my dick was not going to be the perfect gentleman. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea."

"Why? We're both adults and we're both single. And, I already know you're a gentleman."

"Sure...sure," I said far from sure, "but you've had a bit too much to drink, and I'd hate for you to have regrets in the morning."

She smiled and said, "Always the perfect gentleman...I told you earlier that I've always been attracted to you. Come on. Please."

My defenses were weakening. She was so damn cute! And, now she was begging. I looked her over. Even in her T-shirt I could tell her breasts were larger than when she was a teenager and they looked nice.

"What the hell," I said. "I'll get the wine."

"Okay," she said, "I'm going to run pee before we get in."

When I got back to the top of the basement stairs, Cindy was coming out of the bathroom. She was barefooted and had removed her jeans. She was wearing her T-shirt, and now that it wasn't tucked into her pants, it fell to just above her butt cheeks. She escorted me to the kitchen and she asked, "Where do you keep the wine glasses?"

"Up there," I pointed to cabinet above the sink, and started to remove the cork. "I hope a zen is fine."

She stood on the toes of one foot and reached up to open the cabinet. Her shirt climbed about half way up her butt. It was amazing; stunning even. I was mesmerized and my semi-erect cock went to a full blown erection. Well, shit, so much for being cool. She retrieved two glasses and spun around quickly, catching me staring at her bottom. She grinned. "You like?"

I blushed deeply and quickly averted my eyes. She said, "Don't be embarrassed. You're so sweet." She stepped forward and placed her arms around my waist, pressing her breasts into my chest. Without a bra they felt soft and wonderful. My dick responded and pressed against her. "Hmm," she moaned. "I can't wait to meet you."

I hugged her tight against me and gently spoke into her ear, "Cindy, I need to tell you something that is pretty embarrassing to me. I was married for 30 years and I was monogamous with my wife before we got married. I'm pretty inexperienced with women, and frankly, I'm scared to death."

She pulled away from me slightly and looked up into my face. "Awww. That is so romantic...and, cute as hell." She grabbed me by the hand and started leading me to the deck. "Don't worry...we'll go as slow as you need."

Watching the bottoms of her butt cheeks walk in front of me, I wasn't sure how slow I could go. When we got to the hot tub, she took the bottle of wine from me and poured two glasses that were placed on the edge of the tub. She stepped over to me and said, "Let's get you more comfortable." She unbuttoned my shirt, pulled the tails out of my jeans, and pulled it off of me. She then lifted my white T-shirt up and over my head. She placed her fingers in my chest hair and swirled her hand. "Now a days, men don't have body hair; they shave it all off. This is sexy." I kicked my shoes off and she unfastened my belt and then unsnapped my jeans. She pulled them down and didn't mention the huge bulge in my boxer shorts. I reached down and pulled off my socks and threw into the growing pile of clothes on the deck. And, then came the moment of truth; only the third woman to ever see me with an erection pulled my boxer shorts off. My swollen cock was pointed straight at her. All she said was, "Nice."

She took a step back and lifted her T-shirt up and over her head. Her body was beautiful. She had a full bush of light brown pubic hair that was trimmed. She had a very tiny pooch of a belly and her breasts were full, but not large, with no hint of sagging at all. Her nipples were small. She smiled brightly, placed her hands on her hips, and said, "Well?"

I said, "It was worth the wait."

She climbed into the tub and I got a good look at her vulva as she stepped in. I followed quickly and settled onto one of the seats. She scooted over beside me, and I placed my arm around her and pulled her in to me tightly. She laid her head on my shoulder and quietly said, "This is nice."

We sat there for about 10 minutes drinking wine and enjoying the feeling of being with one another without speaking. Finally, I felt her hand run up my thigh and she gently took my cock into her hand. Ever so slowly, she began to work her tiny fingers up and down my shaft, not really jerking me off, but just feeling it. I looked down into her face and pull her up to me, kissing her for the first time deeply, her tongue feeling its way into my mouth. She moved so that she was sitting in my lap, straddling my legs facing towards me and she kissed me again, grabbing my face with both hands. When she released me from her kiss, I pulled her close and hugged her tightly, feeling her naked breasts press into my chest. For this lonely old man, it was pure bliss and I really didn't want anything to ruin this perfect experience.

We sat like that for a very long time, my erection between us, her breasts smashed against my chest. Occasionally I moved my hands to her butt, cupping each cheek in my hand, and then I would move my hands back up her back, using my fingernails to stimulate her skin. After what seemed like a lifetime, she looked up into my face and said, "I'm turning into a prune. Let's go inside." I nodded to her and we stepped out of the tub and wrapped ourselves in a couple of towels. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. We dropped our towels, and I pulled her close and kissed her deeply while we were standing next to the bed. When we broke our embrace, she climbed onto the bed, her head on my pillows on her back. Somewhat unsure, I decided to do what I enjoyed most, so I climbed in between her legs and kissed her inner thighs, working up toward her vagina. I moved to the other leg, avoiding her moist lips. I placed my hands on her stomach, and moved them down to the top of her mound. After about a minute of teasing her, I placed my mouth on her waiting pussy, and ran my tongue through her slit, carefully avoiding her clit. She moaned and said, "Clearly, you've done this before." We both laughed.

I went back to work, and sucked her clit into my mouth. Again, a moan escaped and she said, "Oh, yeah, right there." I worked my tongue along her lips, sucking her clit into my mouth each time, teasing her and increasing her excitement. I flattened my tongue and started working on her clit in earnest. I brought my hand down and inserted a finger into her steaming hole. I worked my finger in and out, searching for her G-spot. Her left hand was working the nipple of her left breast, and she moved her right hand to the top of my head. As her climax began to build, she rocked her hips, thrusting her pussy into my face. She squeezed my head between her thighs, and began to breathe deeply and erratically. As she came, she squealed and brought her butt off the bed. I immediately brought my tongue off her clit, but continued to slowly fuck her with my finger.




Perfect Gentleman



After she recovered, she reached down and pulled me up to her, kissing me deeply she said, "You're good at that!" She smiled a dreamy tired look on her face. She rolled me onto my back and straddled me, placing my erection behind her cute butt. She reached behind her, lifted my cock, and then lowered herself onto me. She was wet, so I glided in easily. She was amazingly tight. She placed her hands on my chest and sat there, looking down on me. Her hair framed her face, falling on each side. She looked incredibly sexy.

"It's been a while," I said. "Please go slow." I was concerned that if she started riding me hard, I'd come in less than 30 seconds.

She said, "Relax. We've got all night." With that she slowly started working up and down my shaft, picking up the pace after about a minute. As she started to really fuck me, she lowered her chest to mine, and I was able to move my hips to meet her thrusts. I felt my climax starting to begin, and I told her I wouldn't be long. She said, "Wait for me."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her tight. As she came for the second time, years of pent up sexual energy escaped my body in an enormous climax. I laughed as my lungs burst, pulling in great gulps of air. She laid her head on my chest and stayed there while we recovered, me slowly stroking her hair.

She suddenly pulled me out of her and climbed to the floor. "I'll be right back."

I assumed she was going to use the bathroom, but she walked out of my bedroom, and reappeared a few seconds later typing away on her cell phone. I looked at her and gave her a quizzical look. She said, "I was just sending a text to Sarah letting her know I wouldn't be home tonight."

I dropped my head back to the pillow and felt her climb back onto the bed, snuggling against me with her head on my shoulder. I placed my arm around her and she made circles in my chest hair with her fingernail. "You smell like a man."

At that moment her phone chirped, and she reached over to the nightstand to pick it up. "What did she write?" I asked.

She placed the phone in front of me to show me the screen. I said, "I can't read that without my glasses."

She chuckled and read, "Smiley face. I hope it was worth the wait."



Perfect Gets Played



WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence.

Featuring: Shanna(CZW, WSU), MVP(TNA, former WWE).

Perfect Gets Played

A TNA/indies erotic story

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At the lengthy TV taping of Impact Wrestling held in Manchester, England during the UK tour by TNA Wrestling at the end of January, 2014, the man recently revealed as the mystery "investor" and new authority figure in TNA, the former WWE Superstar now only know as MVP is in his personal backstage green room. The handsome African-American is dressed in stylish suit pants and a shirt, showing off his bling around his neck of "MVP" and "305" lettering, along with sunglasses on his face as he talks into his cell phone, sitting on a lavish couch with the suit jacket to go with the outfit draped on the back of the seating.

"Well I'll tell you this homie, you want back on television and you want in any kind of title picture? You get on board with Team MVP and I ain't talking about this Lethal Lockdown stuff either..." MVP says to the voice on the other end of the phone, his tone a lot more cocky than his fan friendly nature he's been displaying in public. "Yeah, I got those little indy boys The Wolves wrapped around my finger, they'll help get the job done in the cage, I'll kick Carter's ass out of this company, and I'll be running the show. So, you in King?" Hearing the response, he starts to smirk. "Kenny, my man, I knew you were a smart kid..." A sudden knock on the door gets MVP's attention as he looks up. "Listen, some chump's knocking at my door. Just keep it cool and tell no one, all right? We're gonna act like we hate each other before we run this joint. Got it? Cool, catch you later."

MVP puts the phone away, standing up and composing himself as he makes sure to act completely differently from the arrogant way he'd just been talking. "Step on in!" He calls out, and when he sees who walks in, an approving smile forms across his face. "Well well, now this looks like someone who belongs all up in the V.I.P. Lounge..."

Entering is the beautiful independent scene worker from across Europe who has been working the TNA live events during the UK tour, in Portugal's Perfect Athlete - Shanna. The gorgeous brunette smirks seductively as she steps in, clad in form-fitting bright green ring attire of booty shorts that hug to her juicy, full ass, and a low cut top that nicely shows off her rounded tits, with arm sleeves that run to over the elbows and knee high boots with pads that are covered as well.

"I hope I'm not interrupting you MVP..." Shanna says as she steps up to him, placing a hand on her hip. "But I thought I'd introduce you to your next TNA Knockout, and the only Knockout who's going to be Perfect..." She points to herself with a smile. "Me. Portugal's Perfect Athlete, Shanna."

"Is that so? Perfect huh?" MVP smirks himself, taking a look over the Portuguese stunner. "Well I don't remember signing you up to a contract, or any new chick around here to a deal, and now that I'm the main man, the Franchise Playa' around here I do have a say in who gets in, and who gets kicked out here in TNA."

"Exactly, which is why you and this company needs someone who is simple Perfect in every way..." Shanna boasts with a smile. "I don't need some giant body guard like Gail Kim does, and I don't have to shake my ass like some stripper like Velvet Sky. I mean, just take a look at me MVP. You can't tell me that this isn't Perfection?" She adds, stepping towards him and reaching up to run her hand along his arm seductively.

"Now hold on a second here girl..." MVP says, smirking slyly as he see exactly what she's trying to do here. "Now I know what all the Knockouts bring to the table, and every honey with a pair of boots wants in on TNA, especially now that I'm calling the shots instead of that clueless Carter and her pack of yes-boys. So answer me this baby - what exactly can you bring to the table? What can you do, that none of the current Knockouts can?" He questions, having already figured out that she's clearly trying to seduce her way into getting a TNA contract.

"Well, you're not exactly dressed to complete, so I can't wrestle you..." Shanna says, moving her hands up to the top of his shirt, undoing the top button. "How about I show you how Perfect I am at other things?" She offers with a sensual lick of her lips, taking a look over the American hunk as she continues to undo his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body in the process.

"Babe, this is just another night in the V.I.P. for Mister 305..." He says, pulling his shirt from his body as she moves down to undo his belt, smirking as he watches her all too quickly bring down his pants and then his boxers. "If you think you can handle the Half-man, Half-amazing, then go ahead girl..."

Seeing the long and thick to match cock that he's packing even without being hard, the eyes of the Portuguese stunner widen with a big, lusty smile as he steps out of his clothing to sit on the couch. "Oh, I know I can... I'm Perfect after all..." Shanna boldly claims as she drops down to kneel between his open legs, gripping his black cock with her hands and getting right to work, stroking his inches with smooth motions.

"Mmmm... I don't know about perfect, but I think I know exactly what you're all about..." He says with a smirk, again going along with this to see exactly how far she's willing to go to try and convince him to make her into a Knockout.

"Oh no MVP, I am Perfect. Just sit back and let me show you exactly how Perfect I am..." She boldly states, giving his hardening length a couple of firm pumps as she leans her head in, running her tongue across the crown of his tool, brushing over the piss slit as she starts to swirl around the head, still gripping his cock so she can stroke him off at the same time, the combination of jerking and licking around the head getting him rock hard in no time at all. 

"A big, black dick like this is just right for a Perfect blowjob." The brunette adds, leaning her face in closer to kiss the tip of his rod, smirking at his light moans as she keeps her hand swiftly moving up and down on his inches before she moves herself down, flicking her tongue against his ball sack before running her soft tongue all the way up the underside before swirling around his bell end again.

"That's all well and good baby... But I'm seeing a whole lot of licking, and not a lot of sucking." The former WWE Superstar states with a smirk down to the indy scene starlet between his legs, showing it's going to take more than even a fine feeling handjob with some tongue work to impress him. Returning the smirk, she takes the hint and opens her mouth, taking his tool in and wrapping her full, luscious lips tightly around his thickness, using her hand to stroke the bottom portion as she begins to raise and lower her head onto his shaft. 

"Ahhhh... That's more like it... Let's see what kind of a Knockout you can be..." He says somewhat backhandedly, but is groaning as she properly sucks on his cock now, moving her warm and wet feeling mouth firmly up and down on the top few inches of his length, adjusting to the vast size as she makes her motion steady on his big tool.

"Mmmmm! Mmmm... Mmmmph..." The Portuguese beauty groans around the American cock in her mouth as she rather easily establishes a smooth rhythm on his member, rocking her head on his inches to handle half of his length inside, her hand slightly stroking the base to again double-team his man meat with a blowjob/handjob combo. 

"Mmmm... Mmmmph... Mmmm!" She seductively gazes up at the hunk she's attempting to "persuade" into making her a full time Knockout, using her free hand to brush her long hair back over her shoulders as she bobs her head on his dick, already layering her saliva onto him as she keeps her lips firmly wrapped around his mighty weapon to make him moan.

"Ahhhh... Mmmm... Now that's what I'm talking about..." The man revealed as TNA's big money investor states with a groan, more than happy to sit back and let her go to work, feeling her lovely mouth gliding back and forth along his size as she shows this is far from the first time the tanned beauty has giving head, even to such a lengthy, black cock like this one. 

"Mmmm... Giving me some of that V.I.P. treatment like I deserve..." He adds with a moan as she places her hands on his muscular thighs, putting more force into her bobbing motion as she pushes her head down deeper onto him, making them both groan as more of those thick inches slide into that damp and warm oral hole, as she all too eagerly blows him in order to hopefully get what she wants out of him.

"Mmmmph!! Gaaaaahh!! MMMM!!" She gags, closing her eyes as she forces her pretty facial features all the way down on his rod, impressively deep throating his dick to press her full lips around his base, saliva splattering around his man meat from the reflex as she makes herself stay right down on him even as she noticeably gags around that fat cock balls deep in her mouth. 

"GAHHHH.. Mmmmph!! Mmmmmph!" Slowly raising herself up, she opens her eyes to sensually glare up at the stud she's trying to seduce, going back to steadily sucking his pole as her saliva runs down to his crotch and balls from the repeated motion, even as her pouty lips stay wrapped all around that length as the curvy babe in between his legs shows off a different kind of skill compared to her in ring kind.

"Mmmm... Mmmm..." Shanna groans, giving another deep bob along his meat before she lifts her head away, licking her lips as she stands up from the floor. "You can't deny it... That blowjob was pure perfection..." She arrogantly claims, reaching to pull her wrestling top up and over her head, revealing her round and more than ample breasts.

"It was a good start honey..." MVP coolly responds, smirking behind his sunglasses as he watches her turn around.

"Oh no MVP... It was perfect, just like the rest of me..." Shanna states with a seductive smirk, now pushing down her bottoms, showing off her neatly trimmed and tight looking snatch as she steps out of her clothing, leaving her just in her knee-high wrestling boots and arm sleeves.

"If contracts were handed out on just running their mouth, you'd be a dead cert for one..." MVP says, nodding with approval at her tanned body on display. "Now come over here and show Mr. 305 that your hot body ain't just for show, it can go..." He challenges, staying reclining back in his green room couch. 

"Sounds like a perfect idea to me..." The beautiful but arrogant wrestler states, moving forward to mount his lap, reaching down to line him up and rub the crown of his member against her lower folds for a teasing moment, before with a groan she eases herself down, taking his shaft into her tight and already wet pussy as she places her hands onto his shoulders. 

"Mmmm!! Yes... You'll see why I'm more than Knockouts material..." She claims with a smirk, arching her feet and legs so she can rock back with her juicy hips, starting to ride the cock of the former WWE United States Champion as she soon breaks into a steady pace that makes her groan as she works her snatch up and down onto his member to take him in deeply every time she drops down.

"Ahhhh... I'm seeing that you're the material for something all right... Mmmm..." The newest authority figure in TNA says without being completely complimentary about the all too eager WSU and CZW starlet who's bouncing on his cock, but his moans shows he's loving the feeling of her slick and snug snatch sliding up and down on his stiff pole. 

"Mmmm... You've got a long way to go... Ahhhh... Before I'm convinced to give you a shot at the prime time..." He states, still resting his hands back on the couch to let her do all the work, more than happy to just sit back and watch the sexily curved woman ride away on his dick, feeling her tight pussy surrounding his man meat as she works herself up and down with this controlled and nicely quick motion.

"Mmmmm... I'm just getting started... Ahhh!! Like I said, you're going to enjoy this..." The beauty from Lisbon, Portugal says with a moan as she quickens the pace, her stunning, thick ass cheeks now connecting with his thighs to make a slapping noise ring out around his personal green room as she again shows off some experienced skill with this firm riding of his long cock. 

"Mmmm!! Ooooooh fuck!! Mmmm!! Don't you love that... Mmmmm... Perfect pussy??" She smirks seductively again, rubbing his shoulders slightly as she rides him with a swift and smooth motion, her breasts bouncing in front of him in time with her tanned body as she keeps that tight, damp snatch sliding right up and down on him, taking almost all of his inches inside each time she lowers herself down before moving back to under the half-way mark to repeat the action again and again.

"Mmmm!! Feels damn fine to me baby girl... Ahhhh! Sure makes a change to all that Asian cuisine I had... Mmmmm... Working for New Japan..." The stud who once held the WWE Tag Team Championship and the United States title at the same time says with a groan, the grin on his face showing he's more than just enjoying watching that athletic, curvy body on his lip bouncing up and down to take his shaft straight and deep into her snug snatch. 

"Mmmmm... But I've had plenty of fine Diva pussy before... Ya'll gonna need to step your game up just like everyone... Ahhhh! Else around here if you wanna hang... Mmmm... In my V.I.P. lounge..." He states in between moans, tilting his head back a little as he feels that wet and tight pussy smoothly working swiftly like an elevator on his thick pole, his gaze switching from behind his sunglasses from looking down at his dick vanishing up and reappearing from her love box to up to those nicely rounded and full tits bouncing away as she briskly rides him.

"MMMM!! Ahhhh... That's not even a challenge... For an athlete as Perfect as me!!" The obsessed with perfection female wrestler says, licking her lips again as she continues to deeply and quickly ride the big black cock she's taking almost balls deep into her Portuguese pussy, causing her to moan out as she feels it stuffing her more full than she's ever had before in her life. Despite that, she's not stopping yet as she keeps on moving her body sharply up and down on that man meat to leave it coated with a layer of her juices from her damp hole from the repeated and far from novice action she's been doing on him. 

"Mmmmm... No one else can match what I can do... Ahhhh!! In the ring, or out of it..." She claims with a groan as she drops down, rocking her hips back and forth so she can grind her snatch down against his manhood, smirking as she watches him groan for a moment before she goes right into riding him with a purpose, acting rather whorishly since she's blatantly trying her fuck her way into getting a TNA contract out of him.

"Mmmm!! Alright... I'll admit... Ahhhh... You've got a nice, hot snatch and you can use it... Mmmm..." MVP says with a smirk and a moan as he gestures for her to dismount his dick. "But if you really... Mmmm! Really want to impress the new boss around here in TNA... Then I need you to show me you're willing to go that extra way... Ahhhh... To make an impact..." He adds between groans as she brings herself to a stop on him so she can ease her way up and off of his fat, black cock.

"I'm not the Perfect Athlete for nothing..." Shanna slyly smirks as she stands up from the couch, scooping up the little bag by the string that she'd brought with her, opening it up to reveal a bottle of sexual lubricant. "I've got brains as well as unmatched beauty..." She says with a very over confident tone as she flips the lid off of it.

"If that's what you want to call it..." MVP says with a chuckle, giving her a smirk as she hands him the bottle, before assuming the position on the couch, bending forwards and resting her elbows against the seating so her thick, full and tanned ass is sticking out towards him. 

"Face down, booty up... That's damn well how we do it in the 305..." He adds, pouring some of the lube out onto his own dick first, using the free hand to stroke it over his inches while he then tips some out down onto her asshole, making her groan as the liquid flows down her ass crack.

"Ooooooh... No man can resist my Perfect Ass-sets..." She's still as cocky as ever, even in this slutty position as the hung hunk behind her starts to finger her ass from behind, making sure to get her nicely warmed up by pushing the lube in deep to her extremely tight feeling booty. 

"Ahhhhh! I just hope... You can handle me..." She says with a gasp, arms spread forward with her cheek resting on the couch as she looks back at him, licking her lips as he finger fucks her ass for a couple more moments.

"Honey, I'm the Franchise Playa', The Ballin' Superstar... You're the one who's gotta be able to handle this..." He says with equal self-confidence as he pushes his dick forward to penetrate her rump from behind, making them both groan in delight as she rocks forward a little, already her asshole being forced to stretch and even with all the lubricant applied, it's still a very tight fit into her juicy, tanned backside as the first few inches are forced in. 

"Mmmm!! Fuck... Damn girl! You don't let just anyone get to tap... Ahhhh!! This ass, do you?" He moans, commenting on how wonderfully tight her back passage is as he begins to slide his tool in and out of her, keeping the head inside her when he pulls back before firmly pumping forward, which allows them both to get adjusted to his vast size being in her as well as savour the friction of his meat in that super snug hole.

"Mmmmm!! No fucking way... I only get what I deserve... AHHHH... The best..." She grunts, her fingers slightly digging into the couch she's resting her face and upper body against, gritting her teeth as she gazes back to watch the hung, American hunk steadily thrust his black cock into her stunning Portuguese ass, her breasts rubbing against the surface of the seating as she's made to rock forward every time he pushes into that sexy backside. 

"MMMM... Oooooooh yes!! Perfection like me... Mmmmm... Deserves perfection!!" She adds with a moan, watching as the muscular stud behind her keeps on pumping his shaft in and out of her tight asshole, and even though she isn't currently stimulating her own snatch she's still as wet as ever, getting off on having her gorgeous ass banged from behind just so she can get a shot at a full time contract for the company she's working for on its UK tour.

"MMMM... Shit!! Trust me babe... You're getting... AHHHH... Exactly what you deserve..." The first ever IWGP Intercontinental Champion says with a knowing smirk, his hands on his toned waist as he watches her juicy butt cheeks jiggle from the force of his thrusts, his smirk and groans of pleasure showing how much he's loving getting himself a piece of her fantastic, desirable ass as he keeps those firm, controlled pumps coming. 

"And when you're the walking Black Godzilla... Mmmmm!! You always get what you want..." He says with a groan, beginning to put some added force behind his thrusts to make his shaft plunge in deeper into her thick booty, the task helped by her jolting motion as her backside comes back towards him as he pumps forward between those smooth, tanned cheeks before sharply rocking forward in response to the deep pump into her asshole.

"AHHHHH... MMMM!! Ooooooh... Mmmmm fuck that Perfect ass..." The stunning world traveled, independent scene grappler says with a lusty groan, slipping a hand along and under herself so she can work her fingers over her damp twat while she's getting her butt stuffed full of thick dick, still keeping her eyes locked back at the long time sports entertainer behind her as she keeps herself held in this face down, booty up position to get stiffly fucked up the ass. 




Perfect Gets Played



"MMMM... MMMM!! Fuck!! You love my sexy, Perfect ass don't you??" She groans out, sounding almost like she couldn't care less what the answer is as her tanned and curved body continues to sharply rock forward in response to the steady and nicely forceful pumps she's taking into her thick booty, a noticeable layer of sweat beginning to form all over her to show the effects of this sinful, indecent proposal that's led her to be willingly nailed deeply in her juicy ass.

"MMMMM... Awwwwww shit... Girl, you think I'm some kind of fool... MMMM!! Asking a question like that?" He says, smirking with his sunglasses still on his handsome face as the former WWE Superstar continues to stuff his dick straight forward and into the stunning, rounded backside being pushed out towards him by the starlet of numerous European and US indy promotions, who looks more like a horny slut from the way she's rubbing her own snatch while taking it up the ass from behind. 

"A fine piece of tail like this... AHHHH... You'd have to be dumb like the broad who thinks she runs... MMMMM!! This place if you think I ain't loving tapping this ass..." He says between moans, making the point clear by using his hand to deliver a sharp spank to her thick butt as he pumps away deeper and deeper still into that still very tight back passage. Hearing her groan from the slap and more than enjoying the sight of her cheek jiggling sexily from the shot, her gives her another firm spank to one cheek and then the other, making full use of the opportunity to take advantage of the beauty who thinks she's the doing the same over him in this sexual session inside of her personal backstage green room.

"MMMM... Fuck... Damn, you still able to take this??" MVP questions with a groan, easing his dick out of her still tight ass.

"Ooooooh... I was going to ask you the same thing..." Shanna responds with a smirk, licking her lips as she moves herself up onto the couch, getting herself onto her hands and knees on it.

"You're almost Perfect... Certainly better than average..." She adds arrogantly as she tosses her hair back, allowing her to watch him move up behind him.

"Average? Girl, you're the one who's tripping! I'm half-man, half-amazing!" MVP states, scooping up the lube bottle so he can pour a little more out onto her ass, this time able to watch the fluid sink into her now loosened up a little asshole as the sensation makes her groan. 

"I'm the man running the show here now, and I'm gonna be tapping this ass into next month!" He adds as over confidently as she's been all through this, tossing the bottle aside after pouring some onto his own dick, before he moves in to push the crown of his tool back into her ass.

"MMMM!! That's what I'm hoping for..." Shanna grins as she rocks her booty back against the thrust.

"That sounds just Per-FUUUUUUUCK!! UHHHHHH" She was cut off when the newest authority figure in TNA wasted no time in driving his lube-coated cock right forward and deep into her still tight and very juicy ass, showing he's meaning business now as he grips her toned, tanned waist as starts to push his hips forward with force, using his strength to pull her back against the motion to skewer her rump deeply on his fat cock. 

"HOLY FUCK!! MMMM!! Ahhhhh!! UHHHHH MY ASS!!" She groans deeply, grinding her teeth together as her hand goes right back to working over her own snatch, offering no resistance as she gets with the program, pushing herself sharply back to make her ass cheeks smack against his incoming muscular frame as he stuffs those inches deeply into her still tight back passage, and she whorishly starts to finger her own dripping wet now pussy at the same time.

"MMMM!! AHHHH... Kicking ass in the ring... MMMMM... And fucking it outside in the V.I.P..." The former two-time WWE United States Champion grunts as he swiftly drives his thick shaft right forward into the full, desirable rump of the beauty who's held the Swiss Championship Wrestling Ladies Championship, his heavy ball sack slapping against her body when he drives forward into her, making the slap of skin striking sweat-covered skin sound out around the green room they're in. 

"Awwwwww FUCK!! MMMMM... Now who's the perfect one now??" He smirks for a moment before moaning as he stuffs that full and thick booty full with his man meat, giving her ass another sharp spank as he feels her pushing back steadily against his strong and swift pumps, that would otherwise render a normal red blooded woman unable to walk straight for well over a week as he keeps on driving his dick in and out of her now clearly loosened but still very pleasurably tight back passage.

"UHHHH!! MMMMM... I... I am! AHHHHH!! I'm fucking PERFECT!!" She somehow manages to remain as arrogant as ever, gasping and closing her eyes as she finger bangs her snatch with a couple of digits, her fingers coated with her juices as she manages to remain in this doggy style position, sharply rocking back and forth to take his long, black cock balls deep into her one of a kind Portuguese ass that seems built for an intense, hard butt fucking like this. 

"OOOOOOOOH SHIT!! MMMM!! I'm close!! FUCK MY PERFECT ASS!! Yes!! UHHHHH!!" She groans out, sweat dripping off her pretty face and the rest of her tanned body, her remaining clothing of her ring attire arm sleeves and knee-high boots now stained from the sweat, and her pussy juices are trickling down her hand and wrist from the way she's feverishly fingering herself as her booty gets repeatedly and stiffly banged from behind by the American stud.

"MMMM... Ahhhhh!! Awwwwww yeah girl... MMMM!! You can't handle being up in the V.I.P... MMMMM... AHHHH... Just like the rest... MMMMM SHIT... Of these TNA suckers... " The Miami, Florida hunk claims, letting his act slip in the heat of the moment, but the clear layer of sweat all over his muscular frame shows how much banging the curvacious, Lisbon, Portugal-beauty has taken out of him. He's still showing what sexual skills he's got as he keeps his hips swiftly moving back and forth to plough his thick length right forward between those full, smoothly rounded ass cheeks in front of him to deliver a pro porn star-quality performance as he moans out. 

"AWWWWWW MMMM... Except I'm just screwing you... AWWWWW FUCK!! Real different than I will be... AHHHH... All of them soon enough..." He adds between grunts and groans, feeling his cock starting to throb within her booty as he pumps away, her juicy cheeks still slapping back hard into his muscular waist but only added to the sensations as he keeps on driving his rod deep into that snug back passage over and over again.

"MMMM!! OH FUCK!! Fuck!! OOOOOOOH YES!! CUMMING!! I'm gonna cum!! Gonna CUM!! MMMMM!!" Bowing her head down, she can take no more of this hard hitting anal sex, as Shanna starts to cum all over her thrusting fingers in her snatch while getting fucked up the ass by MVP from behind, in turn making him groan when he feels her back passage clamping around his length as her sexual peak flows through her body. 

"MMMMM... OOOOOOOOH... Ahhhhhh!! MMMMM yeah!! MMMM... So Perfect..." She groans, her sweat-drenched body jolting forward from the deep pumps into her booty as her juices flow down her fingers as she keeps them moving back and forth into her dripping wet snatch, further staining her hand and arm sleeve of her ring attire as the brunette licks her lips again, grinning as the intense orgasm continues to flow all through her body as the American stud behind her enjoys one last thrust into her ass.

"MMMM fuck... I know... I know I'm perfect... That's why I'm half-man, half-amazing!" He cockily states, pulling his throbbing dick out of her well fucked to say the least booty with a groan as he reaches forward, pulling her the still slightly dazed beauty off from the seating to set her down on the green room floor on her knees in front of him. 

"Now to finish this like we do in the V.I.P... Like only a Franchise Playa' like me can!" He says with a smirk, pushing his sunglasses back up on his nose as he grips his tool, rapidly jerking himself off now as he aims his long, black cock down at the tanned, Portuguese beauty who has had his cock deep in all of her holes over the course of this sinful encounter, and he's got a target of that gorgeous face of hers to help him reach his own peak.

"MMMM... AWWWWWW shit!! AHHHHH!! MMMMM YEAAAAAAAH..." MVP groans deeply as he starts to cum across the face of Shanna, making her moan and keep her eyes closed shut as the first thick stream of spunk splatters across her forehead, and staying down in position she takes every bit of his vast load, pressing her full lips together as more blasts land over her cheeks, nose, chin, and those pouty lips. 

"MMMMM... Awwwwww yeah... You want to talk... AHHHH... About looking fucking perfect??" He smirks, keeping his hand moving to make sure the last few drops of his cum are sent out and down onto her pretty facial features, leaving her coated now with his spunk to go with the sweat that's all left her looking more like a desperate, gang banged whore than any kind of Perfect Athlete, let alone the talented female wrestler she's supposed to be.

"Mmmm... I am... I'm always Perfect..." Shanna says, incredibly still arrogant even after taking a face full of cum. "And now I'm the Perfect Knockout, I'm going to be..."

"Woah woah there girl! You say what now?" MVP cuts her off as he steps back, letting go of his softening dick. "Honey, just because I tapped that ass, you think I'm gonna just give you a contract and fly your booty over to the US? Hell no girl! I got enough problems with these Knockouts as it is without bringing some other chick in just because she's got a hot ass!"

A look of shock comes over her stained face as her jaw drops, before she storms to her feet to glare at him. "Are you serious?? I'm Portugal's Perfect Athlete!!" Shanna rants at him. "I'm the best thing, the hottest thing, the most Perfect thing that TNA will ever have!"

Unfazed, MVP just smirks and folds his arms over his chest. "Well after this UK tour, you can start calling yourself Portugal's Played Athlete, because that's what just happened. I ain't giving you no deal, just like I'm not giving Sabin's giant German chick one, or renewing that scary broad that Gail Kim has..." He says, before pointing to the door. "So do yourself a favour honey and gets a stepping, because this V.I.P. Lounge is for people NOT like you."

"You... You... This is the worse decision you will ever make!" She yells at him with a stomp of her foot in frustration. Realising she's been played and used instead of her doing the same to him, a now furious Shanna grabs her ring attire, quickly getting dressed as she knows there's nothing she can do about this now since he has the power to call the shots in TNA, and once hastily clothed she storms out of the green room, as MVP sees her rushing off and attempting to cover her face so that no-one sees all the cum that he's left over her.

"Thinking she could play a player like me... "Perfect" got played, but thanks for the fine ass..." MVP chuckles to himself, moving to get himself dressed before the sound of his phone going off catches his attention as he reaches over to pick it up. "Mister 305, the Franchise Playa', and the man who's gonna be running the show in TNA, is right here! ...Yeah? Yeah Bobby, everything's cool man. We got this kid King on board... We gonna make it look like there's friction before we shock the world... Naw man, it's going down back in the US homie. Once we get that clueless broad Carter out of the picture, we can set things up fine to own this place, and every one of these TNA chumps and their fans are gonna find out we've been playing them all along..."

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