Alluring Curves

My most recent encounter was with “Dharma,” a tanned California blonde. On an escort site, I saw that she was visiting a city within driving distance. I contacted her assistant and got verified on short notice. She texted me the location of her upscale hotel and the room number on the day of the appointment. When I arrived at the hotel room the door was ajar. I peeked inside and spotted an attractive woman in her thirties with alluring curves. She greeted me with a deep, wet kiss. She was dressed in a revealing black dress that showed off her bountiful breasts. I discreetly placed the white envelope containing the donation on the coffee table. She encouraged me to sit on the small couch, and we conversed for a few minutes as she brushed my thigh with her hand. She shared that she had been an athlete in college, and her body still was toned. As our conversation progressed, she moved closer to me and rubbed her leg next to mine. Her hand moved higher along my thigh, then unbuckled my belt.

Then I noticed that the top of her dress slipped down, exposing her nipple.

She smiled and asked if we could move the conversation to the bed. I excused myself to take a shower (it had been a considerable drive). She was waiting for me on the bed when I got out of the bathroom. She got up and removed her dress, unleashing her mammoth mammaries. Then she knelt down in front of me and swallowed my cock. At one point she took my cock out of her mouth and smiled as she wrapped her big natural tits around it before it disappeared once more in her pretty mouth.

She then crawled up on the bed and lay on her back. She spread her legs, and I buried my face between them. I slid my tongue up and down her slit before sliding my tongue deep inside her. I greedily lapped at her nectar. She asked to taste herself, so I moved up and planted a deep kiss on her.

I needed to get inside her.

Sensing my need, she asked what my favorite position is; I deferred to hers. She grabbed my cock and put the condom on, then she climbed on top.

Oh, fuck yeah….

She started with a slow rhythm, then progressed to a faster pace rocking back and forth on my cock. As she rode me, I watched as her breasts bounced and listened to her cries.

Fuck me, Philip….

She told me that she wanted me to take her from behind. We switched positions as she got on all fours and lifted her ass into the air. I moved behind her round derrière, gave it a firm spank, and thrust myself inside her.

Don’t stop! Harder!

I groaned and told her how good it felt. I pounded her with a vigorous rhythm.

Fuck my tits!

She lay on her back and removed the condom. As I straddled her chest, she poured some lube over her breasts. I started titty-fucking her as she squeezed her breasts together. I couldn’t hold out much longer. I erupted over her tits, covering them with my cum.

Once we were done, and I got dressed, we casually chatted for a while. When I finally departed her hotel room, visions of her tits continued to dance in my head.