Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story
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				Title: <strong>Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 23:43:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://snarkerati.com/profile_pics/Melinda-Clarke.jpg)</div>Club 215 was a new one for Sophia.&nbsp; New was good.&nbsp; It meant none of her girlfriends would be there, no whispering behind hands about each other, rumors spreading like mold.&nbsp; It meant no one would know her, no men having seen her night after night and heard the same excuses.&nbsp; Sophia liked to flirt, liked to flirt quite a bit, but nothing more.&nbsp; And that only really worked the first time or two, and then the men either left you alone, or stopped believing you when you said no.<br><br>But no was the answer.&nbsp; Sophia was not going to have an affair, no matter how lifeless her sex life might be at home.&nbsp; Not because she felt any guilt, really.&nbsp; But she had tried it once, with a younger man who knew how to hit all the right spots.&nbsp; She'd been able to keep it under wraps, keep it under control, but he hadn't.&nbsp; He'd become infatuated, obsessed, and it had been a rather difficult and delicate six months to get rid of him without Norman finding out.&nbsp; Never again, she'd promised.&nbsp; It seemed despite the stereotypes, men weren't any better at sex without attachment than most women.<br><br>A determined vow didn't erase her feelings though.&nbsp; The clubs were where she scratched them, dancing flirtatiously with man after man, letting men buy her drinks, chatting and smiling and letting them brush up against her at the bar.&nbsp; It made her feel alive, sexy.&nbsp; Like the bartender she'd been flirting with all night.&nbsp; He looked when she made a show of her cleavage, he smiled when she made a double entendre.&nbsp; Tonight she would go home and imagine it was more than that.&nbsp; She'd imagine what they would have done if she was as wild and free as she wanted to be, and he was too.&nbsp; She'd pick from her variety of vibrators, the mechanical husband, as she and her friends called them, and that would be that.<br><br>Sophia slid away from the bar.&nbsp; She'd been having Justin make her 7-ups all night and she needed to hit the restroom.&nbsp; Taking care of business she stopped to wash her hands and fix her makeup.&nbsp; She was 45, and makeup was no longer a luxury, it was a necessity. Anything to cover up the crow's feet, some vivid lipstick to draw the eye away from the lines around her mouth.&nbsp; More importantly with a man, a dress that will keep him looking down there.&nbsp; Sophia was an expert on this matter, and tonight wore a black silk number that dipped open to her sternum, showing quite an expanse of skin and breast, highlighted by a wonderful pendant she had bought at a friend's studio.<br><br>There was of course a line of women doing the same at the mirror, and Sophia found herself standing next to one dyed blonde who was chatting animatedly with a friend while fixing her mascara.&nbsp; Sophia found herself meeting the woman's eyes briefly in the mirror and the woman stared back.<br><br>"You've been chatting up Justin something fierce," the woman said to her, and Sophia remembered her then, she'd been sitting several stools down with an Italian looking fellow.&nbsp; <br><br>"You know that he's a giggolo?"&nbsp; Sophia gasped and so did the blonde's friend.&nbsp; The blonde smiled but nodded her head vigorously, pausing in her eye work.&nbsp; "I'm serious, Abby hired him once."&nbsp; Her friend shook her head in amazement but this seemed to convince her.&nbsp; "It's like the perfect man, you know.&nbsp; Does what you say, when you want it.&nbsp; And he knows how to fix a drink too.&nbsp; Teach him to clean the bathroom and I'd take it."<br><br>The two laughed, and Sophia laughed, and all went on their way.&nbsp; But Sophia found herself ruminating on this as she returned to the bar, having to stand and make her order, her stool long gone.&nbsp; "I'll take a 7-Up," she told Justin with a smile, looking at him with renewed interest.&nbsp; She hadn't really thought giggolos were real, and had never thought twice about them, but suddenly, she saw the appeal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 07:24:18</strong>
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				Justin Copani buttoned his shirt, and looked in the mirror. He wiped of a light mark of rouge from his neck. He had just finished with one of his regulars. As always, she had been more than satisfied. Justin could see through the mirror, that she was looking at him, with a wanting gaze and sly smile. Her body was stretched across the bed, her head supported by a bent elbow.<br><br>'You have quite an ass,' she said, the sly smile widening. 'I could look at it all day.'<br><br>Justin smiled. His winning smile, that got so many ladies interested. What she said was nothing more than an ego boost. He was good at his job and he knew it. Still, when he was told that by his clients it felt good. Maybe it was time to increase rates, he thought smirking to himself. He buttoned his shirt, and pulled on his trousers, and cursorily glanced at his watch. It was time to go. He had to be ready for his weekend job at the bar. He worked Friday to Sunday, and filled in as a substitute whenever the bar manager needed an extra hand. He had landed this gig, courtesy one of his regular johns, a guy who owned a variety of properties in Manhattan and New York. He was the guy who had put Justin in the classier bracket. Before that he had just been a man-whore who lurked around bars looking for johns. He had started at the very bottom, in the seedy pubs of the Bronx in his teenage. It wasn't a good place to be. Beaten, abused, he had had more than his fair share of injuries. But he had had to do it. His dad had died early, and his mom was a druggie. He had had to take care of her, along with himself.<br><br>The john who owned this bar had set him up with this job in the Upper East Side, and it was posh as hell. Justin knew his way around mixing drinks, having been around bars and pubs all his adolescence. It had turned out to be a plum gig. They pay was good, and it gave him the opportunity to take on new, classier, richer clients. The men and women that came in here was stinking rich.And he meant stinking rich. He had increased his rates drastically and focussed on building a reputation. Now he didn't have to go searching. People came to him, by references. And they paid well for the privilege. He had set himself up in a nice two bedroom apartment not too far away, and he had enough free time to really concentrate on his painting as well. He enjoyed the job. And many of his clients were generous with the gifts too. This job sure had it's perks.<br><br>He gave the regular a peck on the lips, collected his cash, waved goodbye and got into his car. He had got himself a nice Chevy '86 Corvette. He zoomed through town beating the rush hour traffic, and into the parking for club 215. He went into the restroom to spruce up his appearance a bit, creasing down his black shirt and jeans. He then had his customary cigarette before work, with Claudia, one of the waitresses and then walked to his station behind the bar. He liked to set up before the club opened, and moved the hot sellers to the front.<br><br>(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/630485/francois-arnaud-gallery.jpg)<br><br>The night was going well. Lot of his regulars had turned, either alone or with their husbands, and had given him naughty looks from their table. It was all good fun. His interest had been piqued by a beautiful lady sitting toward the far corner. She had the most inviting of lips, pouty for good measure. Her red hair interspersed with brown, fashionable styled attracted his attention. She showed a generous amount of milky white skin through her slutty black dress. She seemed in her 40s. And bored as hell. Justin spent more time towards her end and sure enough she began chatting him up. He played along, flirting, laughing, having fun. She seemed interesting, not like many of the dumb blondes that came in here, and Justin enjoyed himself. She had just gone to the restroom, and when she came back asked for another 7-Up. God, that must be like her 5th Justin thought. He caught her eye and gave her an evil smile, with a devilish, naughty grin on his face.<br><br>'Coming right up, my lady,' he said, mixing the her drink, with quite an elaborate show with the bottles. The patrons liked that. 'Here you go,' he said, placng the drink in front of her. 'Careful, I've loaded that one with a bit of extra zing,' the devilish grin on his face growing wider.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 07:59:52</strong>
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				The show with the bottles was impressive, but Sophia's eyes never strayed from Justin himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well, she did glance at his hands from time to time, thinking now about what else they might be good at.&nbsp; <br><br>Now that the train of thought had started, she couldn't seem to stop it.&nbsp; She'd been resigned to it, a night of unrequited flirting, like so many others.&nbsp; But what if it didn't have to be?<br><br>"Thank you, Justin," Sophia told him, reaching out for her drink and making sure to seize his fingers before he pulled them away.&nbsp; She favored him with a look like she'd been giving him all night.&nbsp; "But be careful.&nbsp; What good would I be to you passed out?"&nbsp; She pulled the glass closer to her but didn't pick it up.&nbsp; She couldn't stop thinking about what she'd heard, and she couldn't help but look at him as she thought about it.&nbsp; Is this what a giggolo looked like?&nbsp; He was rather young.&nbsp; He was handsome.&nbsp; But she supposed that's what a giggolo should be.&nbsp; <br><br>With a few less drinks she might have been more cautious.&nbsp; But, well, she'd had a few more drinks, not less.&nbsp; "Justin, I heard a rumor about you.&nbsp; I wonder if I should believe it."
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 09:26:21</strong>
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				She surely was checking him out. He felt her beautiful eyes on him, as he mixed drinks. He noticed her eyes rove over his body, sometimes resting on his hands, as he nimbly worked the bottle and mixed the drinks. As he handed her the drink, she seized his fingers, the soft skin of hers caressing his, while her manicured nails scratched his skin. She followed that with a look filled with lust, that had gotten progressively more suggestive, as the drinks piled up and the night wore on.<br><br><em>"But be careful.&nbsp; What good would I be to you passed out?"</em>&nbsp; she said. There was a devious look in her eyes. He raised his eyebrows, his face breaking into a small smile. Did she know what he did, or was she just hitting on him. He wondered whether she could be a new client. His interest was piqued at the prospect of having this woman as a client. She sure smelt of money. Lots of it. And to add to that, she was quite the siren. It always made things more pleasurable. Justin decided to play along.<br><br>'What would I do with you?' he said, his voice extremely suggestive, his eyes devious, his lips curling into an evil smile. He caught her eye and held her gaze, letting his deep blue explore her intense grey. She was a woman who made heads turn, he realised. As he surveyed her more closely, he felt a slightest bit of lust towards her. She would be a client he would enjoy servicing.<br><br><em> "Justin, I heard a rumor about you.&nbsp; I wonder if I should believe it."</em><br><br>'You shouldn't believe everything you hear,' he said, looking at the bottles, mixing a particularly fiery Marguerita for a patron to his left. He turned to look at her.<br><br>'Or maybe you should.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 18:29:45</strong>
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				Justin had been flirting all evening, with her as well as the other customers.&nbsp; That's just what a good bartender did, especially if he looked like Justin.&nbsp; She was sure he made quite a bundle in tips from the women here.&nbsp; THe older ones, who weren't busy fending off men.&nbsp; But now he raised the level in response to her questions, the tone of his voice and the look in his eye telling Sophia she must have heard right about this fellow.&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned back now that he had gone to work on someone else's drink, but she kept her eyes on him.&nbsp; Sipping idly at her drink she saw him turn his attention back to her with a teasing comment.&nbsp; "I'd like to believe it," she told him, figuring she should make clear how she felt about it.&nbsp; How did she feel about it?&nbsp; She seemed to have answered her own question without knowing it.&nbsp; The question was, was she going to do something about it.<br><br>Pulling her purse onto her lap, Sophia rummaged through it.&nbsp; She had seized upon a way to move ahead with this, and was just drunk enough to go ahead and do it.&nbsp; Shit, if Norman had wanted to fuck her she'd given him every chance.&nbsp; He couldn't reall complain, and if she paid for it, it didn't mean a thing.<br><br>Sophia slipped the money for her drinks under the coaster, patting it and catching Justin's eye.&nbsp; In addition she slipped another $200, and her business card.&nbsp; Sophia Rothschild, Investment Consultant, complete with her mobile number.&nbsp; She stood up before she said or did something else.&nbsp; "Thank you for the wonderful evening," she told Justin, hopefully, and headed away from the bar.&nbsp; A bit of dancing maybe, she'd see what came of this young man. 
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 20:57:28</strong>
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				<em>"I'd like to believe it," she said.</em><br><br>Justin smiled inwardly. Perhaps he had found himself a new client. She seemed eager enough, but that might just be the drinks talking. He could see she was a flirtatious woman. Whether she was serious, remained to be seen. He watched her for the next few minutes from the corner of his eye, as she rummaged through her purse. Was she going to pay up and leave?<br><br><em>"Thank you for the wonderful evening"</em><br><br>Justin was intrigued. He moved to where she was sitting, and to pick up the money she had left for her drinks. He found her card, and an extra $200 nestled underneath the glass. He picked it up and pocketed it. So she meant business. And by the way she was flinging money, it seemed she had a lot of it. Though she had underestimated his rate for the night, she had made her intentions clear. He read the designation on the card. 'Investment Consultant' He smiled. Everybody was a consultant these days. Half the people that came into this bar were consultants. She certainly looked the type. A bit of wit, and a sharp mind, it seemed. Justin enjoyed these independent women.<br><br>He took out his mobile phone and entered the number listed on her card. He then typed in a message.<br><br><em>Justin here from the bar. The going rate is $1500 a night. My shift gets over in half an hour. Meet me outside, and get your car ready. We will go back to your place. If you don't have a place, I have mine. Nothing is off limits, but everything has a price. If you're still interested, wait for me outside the bar in half an hour.</em><br><br>It was very business like, and that's how he liked it. He offered a service, and he had reached a stage where he didn't need to be nice to get his clients. If she wanted him, which he thought she did, she would be there. Justin saw out the rest of his half hour shift, keeping the regulars at the bar happy, as well as his regular clients. Once his shift ended, he went to get his bag. He lit himself a cigarette as he put his bag over his shoulder, walking out of the bar onto the street. It was cold out. He decided he would wait her for ten minutes to see if she was interested. He took out his phone, sending a short text saying <em>'I'm here'</em>. He then leaned against the wall, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. It had been a long day.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 22:31:26</strong>
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				Sophia danced, just for a moment.&nbsp; Truly she was waiting for the tone of her phone to play, wondering if he would take the bait.&nbsp; She still had a small worry that she was wrong, and he would be confused or outraged.&nbsp; It's why she had left the bar.&nbsp; If she'd made a mistake, she'd just slink from the club and not come back.&nbsp; There were plenty of clubs on the East Side, she never needed to return.<br><br>As soon as the ring came she stopped dancing, making a beeline off of the dance floor, snatching the phone from her bag.&nbsp; No call, just a message.&nbsp; Flopping herself down on a chair at the edge of the dancing, she opened the message.&nbsp; He couldn't see her from here she knew, she could read it in privacy.<br><br>Well.&nbsp; She hadn't been wrong.&nbsp; Sophia stared at the message, reading it several times.&nbsp; This boy was all business.&nbsp; He not only did it, sex for money, he did it like a professional.&nbsp; She didn't blink twice at the amount.&nbsp; She'd dropped money on clothes and fun that dwarfed that.&nbsp; What she'd left him was a deposit, a signal that she was serious.&nbsp; No, it was the rest which possessed her.&nbsp; Nothing was off limits, he said.&nbsp; It was almost an invitation.&nbsp; She hadn't thought of any need for limits, hadn't thought of anything that anyone would blink at.&nbsp; But now she started to. <br><br><em>Meet me outside the bar in half an hour.</em>&nbsp; Car at the ready.&nbsp; This was no date.&nbsp; Was she going to do this?&nbsp; She could just leave now, $200 poorer and one fantasy richer. <br><br>No, she wasn't going to leave.&nbsp; She'd spent years hitting clubs and fantasizing.&nbsp; Why not have one night to herself.&nbsp; With the affair, she'd planned to tell Norman, it meant nothing, it was just a fling.&nbsp; In this case, she really could tell him that, tell herself that.&nbsp; She was paying for one night, she was not paying for love or affection or any emotion.&nbsp; She was paying not to have that.<br><br>Sophia left the club 20 minutes later, and went to retrieve her car.&nbsp; She sat there behind the driver's seat for a moment, watching the club, waiting.&nbsp; She saw him emerge, felt her phone vibrate from his text.&nbsp; Smiling to herself she started up the car, a Jaguar X351, and glanced down at the text.&nbsp; She didn't bother answering, but drove to the club and pulled up to idle, double parking outside.&nbsp; Her window slid down.&nbsp; Suddenly she was not at all nervous.&nbsp; "Climb on in, Justin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 23:20:33</strong>
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				Just as Justin finished his cigarette, a beautiful Jaguar X351 zoomed up to him, stopping in front of him. The window rolled down and he heard Sophia's voice.<br><br><em>"Climb on in, Justin."</em><br><br>That was a beautiful car. He did like a woman with class. And of course, money. She seemed to have both. In abundance. These were the times he loved his job. The opportunity to give these type of women real pleasure. A wry smile on his face, he opened the door of the passenger seat and got in, putting on his seatbelt.<br><br>He turned to Sophia and smiled. He had told her about the charges, although he hadn't specified how the extras would work. But he was sure she could pay. And it was now down to the actual business. So he wouldn't discuss the money now. He was a classy operator.<br><br>'Where to, my lady? Your place or mine?' he asked, all charm, his boyish grin lighting up his features. That beautiful face that made women drool and fantasize. And he had a body to go with that too. He put on some music on the stereo in the car. <br><br>'So why don't we start by you telling me a bit about what you like,' he said, his voice suggestive. He always liked to start things off by learning about his client's fantasies, needs and desires. Accordingly, he catered to it. For some clients, it was purely physical, the using of props, toys and the like. For others, it was more mental, being dominated, being the one to dominate, playing roles, humiliation, that sort of thing. There was nothing that he hadn't done. There was no trick in the book he didn't know. He did not have any limits. He was happy to service his client to the best of his ability. That's why they kept coming back.
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 04:01:38</strong>
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				Sophia found herself remarkably calm as she invited the young man in her car and drove away with him, fully prepared to pay this man to make love to her.&nbsp; Now that it was decided there was a beautiful peace to it, a lovely contrast to the frenetic arousal she usually went home with from the clubs.<br><br>"My place will be fine," she answered him.&nbsp; Norman was in London and so wouldn't be an issue.&nbsp; Any evidence of their evening would be swept away by the maid long before he was home.&nbsp; She felt remarkably little worry or guilt over any of this.<br><br>If there was some consternation it was when he turned the talk to what it was she 'liked'.&nbsp; On the one hand it was quite arousing to have a man even ask her about that, to be interested in it, not to mention to be subtly hinting at all the possibilities.&nbsp; On the other hand though, she didn't know how to talk about this.&nbsp; She'd always been unsatisfied with her sex life, except perhaps for one relationship in college where the two of them had been wild.&nbsp; But she didn't know how to label it, didn't know what to ask for.<br><br>"Well, that's a first," she muttered, driving him uptown towards their penthouse apartment.&nbsp; "What do I like."&nbsp; She mulled it over, glancing several times at the hot young thing riding in her care.&nbsp; That was what she liked right now, just the idea of him.&nbsp; "I've been married for 15 years, Justin.&nbsp; I don't know what I like.&nbsp; I just know what he likes."&nbsp; She shrugged, then turned her eyes and that flirtatious smile on him again.&nbsp; "So we'll just have to find out, all right?"<br><br>The building had underground parking, and Sophia drove the Jaguar below, driving it to their parking spot, in a dim garage surrounded by other rather expensive cars.&nbsp; Killing the engine she stuffed the keys in her purse.&nbsp; "Let me get your door," she said with a wry smile, climbing out of the car, smoothing down her black silk dress before she opened his door and gave him a hand.
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 07:31:10</strong>
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				Justin was enjoying the ride with this sultry woman in this beautiful car. He sure could get used to this. It seemed like she was a class above his other rich clientele. She seemed more independent, rather than just a rich, bored trophy wife. And damn, she handled the Jaguar so well. He turned to look at her, observing the pale skin, and the pouty inviting lips, as she pondered what it was that she liked. He generally asked this in the beginning because many of his clients had a clear understanding of what they wanted him to do. No frills.<br><br>He realised that she didn't. This was probably the first time she was doing something like this. She was still probably enjoying the thrill of doing something so crazy. He wouldn't kill it for her. He understood that she was just into the idea of him at the moment.<br><br><em>"I've been married for 15 years, Justin.&nbsp; I don't know what I like.&nbsp; I just know what he likes."</em><br><br>He laughed. 'Bit of a blowjob addict, is he?' he asked, playfully.<br><br>Problems in the marital bed, clearly. He didn't understand why people got married, if they turned out so miserable. But I guess it was the money, the privilege and perhaps the security of it. He had seen many of this kind of woman. The only difference with her was perhaps that she had a career of her own, and was quite an intelligent woman from what he could see. He relished the prospect. He knew exactly what to do with women such as her. He would show her the night of her life, giving her more than enough of the attention to her body and to her needs, that she craved.<br><br><em> "So we'll just have to find out, all right?"</em><br><br>He caught the flirtatious smile on her face and reciprocated. The blue of his eyes had a devilish glint.<br><br>'That works for me. I have a few things in mind that you might enjoy, Sophia...' he said, his eyes roving over her body openly, taking in the soft texture of her skin, and the generous and appropriately proportioned curves. He was really going to enjoy this. He would have even done it for free. Like a one night stand.<br><br>The Jaguar zoomed into the underground parking of a building, and parked in a garage. This sure seemed posh. Was she taking him to the penthouse? There was a good possibility. She got out, and before he could get out himself, she was at his door, giving him a hand. Wow. This sure was royal treatment. Justin was not used to this from his clients. He was pleasantly surprised.<br><br>He gave her a warm smile, a smile which went up to his eyes, genuinely bowled over by the courtesy. He took her hand and got out of the car. 'Thank you my lady, he said,' giving the back of her hand a light kiss. As she walked ahead of him, he noticed how the lil' black dress fitted perfectly into her beautiful curves. An hourglass form if he had ever seen one. He enjoyed the view. He caught up to her, casually putting his arm around her waist.<br><br>'You won't forget this night for a while to come.'
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 20:48:19</strong>
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				Sophia was beginning to think she had had a very good decision.&nbsp; They had barely even touched, though she was now enjoying his arm around her waist as she led the way to the elevator.&nbsp; But already she was pleased, and aroused, simply by the way he talked.&nbsp; He was interested in her.&nbsp; He was excited about finding ways to please her, and he was confident that he would.&nbsp; It was as different from her nights with Norman as she could imagine.&nbsp; She liked the way she was leading him, knowing the way to her place, and he was accompanying her, as if he were the trophy in this case.<br><br>"Blowjob addict, yes, you know the type, I see," she quipped back at him.&nbsp; "Once I thought if I did it enough he'd start reciprocating with some attention to me, some questions about what I wanted.&nbsp; It seems I never quite topped him out though."&nbsp; She didn't think Norman cheated on her, he was a good man.&nbsp; He just was perfectly content with a five minute fuck, and the most he asked for in life was a blow job.&nbsp; Sophia had more wider ambitions in bed.<br><br>Once in the elevator, Sophia hit the button for the penthouse.&nbsp; It wasn't the largest one in the city, by far, but Norman had said he'd rather pay for a small penthouse than a larger house or condo.&nbsp; It worked for Sophia, she loved the view.&nbsp; Tonight she loved the idea of sharing it.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm eager to find out what you have in mind," she told Justin, stepping in close to him in the elevator, her hands running along the buttons of his shirt.&nbsp; "I imagine you must be quite the expert.&nbsp; A professional, really."&nbsp; The elevator rose quickly, despite the many floors, gliding smooth and silent.&nbsp; Sophia reached into her bag and took out a keycard, sliding it in the elevator to open the doors directly into their penthouse apartment.<br><br>"I've had enough to drink tonight, but you would probably like something.&nbsp; What can I get you, for a change?"
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 00:21:22</strong>
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				Justin smiled at her quips on Norman, her husband of 15 years. He seemed much like the businessmen he had heard of from other rich, bored trophy wives. What was it about getting into business that restrained your libido? Justin couldn't figure it out. If he had been married to a woman like Sophia, he would have explored very dark sexual fantasy and fetish with her. But who was he to judge. The most he had been with a woman was the duration of their engagement. Never been in a serious relationship, apart from a girl in eighth grade. It probably was hard to keep the magic still alive after 15&nbsp; years.<br><br><em>"I'm eager to find out what you have in mind,"</em> she said to him in the elevator, her body moving close to his, almost longingly. He did not say anything, he merely grabbed her ass and pulled her close, letting his hot breath run over face and lips. He didn't kiss her. Not yet. A little bit of anticipation would do wonders for her arousal.<br><br><em>"I imagine you must be quite the expert.&nbsp; A professional, really."</em><br><br>He did not respond to that comment. It wouldn't be in good taste to boast about his prowess at this point. He would show her what all he knew. And oh there was so much. He had learnt from the streets, from the nicest to the nastiest of johns. So he had a complete repertoire. He would have to gauge what it was that floated her boat, but he didn't see that being all that hard. He followed her out of the elevator as they entered her penthouse.<br><br><em>"I've had enough to drink tonight, but you would probably like something.&nbsp; What can I get you, for a change?"</em> she said without turning back. But Justin had other plans. The elevator door had not even closed and he pushed Sophia towards the wall. He grabbed her two hands with his and spread them wide against the wall, his mouth immediately sniffing out her neck. He gently bit her neck and the back of her neck, as his knee spread her legs wide.<br><br>He wanted to give her a taste of things to come. An appetizer of sorts. He slowly moved his hand down the front of her breast, gently running over it. He caressed her breasts, and her nipples, showing the full face of his palm. His hand then went over stomach and navel, slowly, deliberately. The palm of his hand seemed to be exploring her body while at the same time getting her accustomed to his touch, and making her relish every moment. He finally reached her pussy. He grabbed her pussy with the full face of his hand, and gently raked his palm, moving it rhythmically over her pussy. His mouth went to her ear lobes, sucking on it. He bit her lightly on her ear lobe, and whispered in her ear.<br><br>'I'm thirsty. But not for alcohol...,' he said, his voice husky, and no more than a whisper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 03:05:38</strong>
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				Sophia dropped her purse in surprise as Justin seized her.&nbsp; She hadn't even taken two steps towards the wet bar and instead she was being pressed against the wall by the young stud, hands pinned up like a crucifix and his mouth on her neck.&nbsp; That was already enough to tell her she was in for the time of her life.&nbsp; It had been years since Norman had been seized by any passion like this.&nbsp; Moreover Justin seemed to know how her body worked, his mouth going right for that tender skin of her neck that was so sensitive.&nbsp; And he didn't just graze it with his lips, he bit at it, nipping, sending the signals to her body that an alpha male was here for her.&nbsp; <br><br>He moved one hand, and she could have escaped his grasp then.&nbsp; But why would she?&nbsp; She stood back pressed up against her wall, staring into the eyes of this young man who was running his hand down her body, teasing it.&nbsp; She felt her nipple stiffen under his touch, pressing against the silk that separated him and her.&nbsp; Sophia looked down as his hand ran lower, across the silk covering her stomach, pressing into the valley between her legs.&nbsp; It was not a hesitant, hopeful touch, but much more, his hand rubbing against her pubic bone, grinding the two wisps of silk between him and it against her trimmed bush.<br><br>This was worth the money, to have this, no hesitation, no small talk, but straight to business.&nbsp; Straight to pleasure.&nbsp; "You're the guest," she answered him, finding a catch in her voice.&nbsp; "So, please, drink whatever it is you like."&nbsp; She stared at the windows opposite them, seeing the reflection of their bodies pressed against the wall.&nbsp; She kept her hands up above her.&nbsp; She let him do what he wished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 06:14:50</strong>
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				He moved his face closer, enticingly. His hot breath fell on her lips. On her neck. On her face. Oh she was a beauty. The pale skin, accentuated by the black of her lil' red dress. Her lips were inviting. Pouty, full and carefully covered with bright red lipstick. Justin was aroused,. He could feel the reaction in his body to hers. As he pressed up against her, firmly holding her hands to the wall, he moved in.<br><br>His movements were deliberate and calculated. He let the tip of his tongue run over her luscious lips. He did not kiss her. Yet. His tongue played with her lips, inviting her to pounce on it. Coaxing the passion out her. His one hand moved slowly over her pussy, spreading her legs. The in a swift movement, he lifted her up by her ass, and pushed her up against the wall, her legs automatically wrapping around his hips, as a result of the motion.<br><br>His eyes locked on hers, the deep blue of his mentally undressing her. He had been told his eyes had that effect on women by several of his clients. He used it to his advantage. He then licked her chest and cleavage. His fingers ran over her lips, her neck and her cleavage slowly, progressing to run over her breasts and erect nipples through the thin fabric of her skimpy clothing, as his groin ground against her wet pussy,through her thin thong.<br><br>Then, in a sudden motion, in contrast to his cold calculated motion uptil now, Justin ripped her dress at the centre, exposing her breasts and red nipples. He descended on her breasts in what seemed like a fit of lust, his mouth ravaging her breasts, and giving them the attention the craved. His movements fluid, and assured, he moved over her skin with his mouth and tongue, with a professionalism, belying his ability. His immense manhood was straining against the fabric of his pants, thrusting against her cunt, dry humping her.<br><br>His mouth moved to her ears once again.<br><br>'You are mine tonight,' he whispered, meaning every word.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 07:47:09</strong>
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				She fell for his bait, trying her best to capture his tongue, his mouth, with hers, to kiss him back, to reciprocate, show the passion he was building up in her like a fire. He had her held though, and she couldn't do more than he allowed.&nbsp; A taste of his lips, that is all.<br><br>Then Sophia was up, against the wall, legs wrapped around his hips for balance, feeling him pin her there with his body.&nbsp; Feeling him grinding up against her core.&nbsp; She could feel his hardness, through his pants, through her panties and dress.&nbsp; It didn't matter, it was like she could feel every vein of it, sliding up and down along her.&nbsp; He licked her nipple through the silk of the dress, and she knew she was going to cum.&nbsp; Soon, if he kept this up, and that was a marvel.&nbsp; She wouldn't even stop to move her thong, to undress, she would just cum in his arms, fully clothed.<br><br>Then Justin tore her dress, split it open, a $2,500 dress, one that made her look stunning.&nbsp; And she didn't give a shit.&nbsp; She screamed, not at the tear but at the way his mouth seized upon her breasts like a hungry man, like an animal, like there was nothing more he wanted in the world right now but her tits in his mouth.&nbsp; When he seized a nipple, and more, into his mouth Sophia seized his head, trying to hold him tight to it before he pulled away to whisper.<br><br>"Please, again," she whispered back to him in a thin voice, shoving his head back down towards her breast.&nbsp; She was grinding crazily against his hardness, pinned up against her wall.&nbsp; "Suck it again, please.&nbsp; I'm going to cum," she pleaded in a voice that was rapidly losing control.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 12:06:19</strong>
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				He moved with an urgency. An urgency to possess her. He let his tongue run wild over her beautiful pale skin. He cupped her breasts with his big hands. Then he took one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking on it. He then took her nipple in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. He then began flicking faster,&nbsp; increasing the speed at which his tongue moved. He quickly took her other breast and nipple in his mouth.<br><br>He alternated between her two breasts, letting his tongue flick her nipples at an extremely fast pace. Periodically he would engulf her breasts with his mouth, letting the saliva on his lips wet her skin. He ran his hands over her legs,feeling her smooth skin. He started at her ankles. She was still wearing her sexy heels.He then&nbsp; moved up her shapely legs, to her thighs and finally to her thong. He rubbed her crotch with an intensity through the fabric of her thong. All the while, he kept grinding against her forcefullly with his cock.<br><br><em>"Suck it again, please.&nbsp; I'm going to cum."</em><br><br>Wow, Justin thought. She really had been deprived by her husband. But that didn't matter to him. All he wanted to do was show her the time of her life. Multiple orgasms. That's what he would give her. More than her money's worth.<br><br>The urgency of his grinding increased. As did the speed with which his tongue flicked her nipples. It was although his mouth was everywhere. One moment he was flicking one nipple, the he was sucking on her breast, and then moved on to the other nipple. He kept mixing it up, moving very fast. All the while, his fingers rubbed her pussy through her thong. He could feel her wetness on his fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 18:34:20</strong>
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				Sophia could not believe the feel of his mouth on her breasts.&nbsp; She'd had men kiss them before, of course, suck on a nipple, lick.&nbsp; But despite the fact of how sensitive her breasts were, it usually did nothing for her.&nbsp; They were clumsy and ridiculous looking.&nbsp; Something about the way Justin devoured them, though, his mouth moving every time it seemed she couldn't take any more at that spot, varying what he did, but always with such intense passion.&nbsp; She felt like for the first in forever she was with a man who had as much passion as she did.<br><br>And he was relentless.&nbsp; His cock was grinding against her pubic bone, a delicious motion that could have brought her to orgasm by itself, given long enough.&nbsp; But now he added his fingers, pressing them through the sheer silk of her panties against her lips.&nbsp; The cock added the hard grind, the fingers the teasing stroking.&nbsp; It was all she needed, it was all she could handle.<br><br>Justin could feel Sophia jerk in his grasp, pinned against the wall as she was, her arms twisting in his grasp as her body tried to find some way to contort itself, to express its peak.&nbsp; She grabbed his head in her hands, hard, her nails pressing into his scalp unknowing as she tried with all her strength to hold him, right there on her left breast, his mouth on her nipple.&nbsp; She was cumming, it was coming, she was trembling and she did not want him to move, not an inch, using every muscle in her body to clamp down on him, hold him still.&nbsp; For a long agonizing moment nothing moved, not a breath, not a twitch in her, until she feared she would just die, that this slow building peak would never come.&nbsp; And then it did, and she arched her back and cried out before taking in a long rasping gasp, her panties flooding with her moistness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 23:26:54</strong>
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				Justin felt Sophia's body jerk in his arms. He tried to hold her down, making her try harder to twist her body to the position she wanted to be in. He realised that she was about to cum. Her body was trying to express itself in that most satisfying of ways. He suspected she hadn't orgasmed in a long time. Hence the urgent reaction of her body. <br><br>He felt her hand grip his head, holding it down in a particular position. He obliged sucking on that particular nipple, accelerating her climax. For a moment it seemed as though everything was still. Nothing moved, as it felt as though they were stuck in limbo. And then it happened. He felt her body go rigid, her muscles clenching, as she unconsciously arched her back letting out a loud cry. Justin held her through her orgasm, letting her feel it's force and pleasure. Her body convulsed, and her eyes were closed.<br><br>It was a beautiful sight. Justin always loved to watch a woman go through an orgasm. It gave him the most amount of job satisfaction. And especially to see Sophia experience such a powerful one at his touch turned him on. He could feel himself hardening further. He stayed with her through her orgasm, letting her experience every moment of it. And once it subsided he loosened his grip, moving his hands to her cheeks, touching them gently. He moved closer and touched&nbsp; her lips gently, kissing her passionately but gently. <br><br>He then lifted her in his arms and looked around for the bedroom. He walked into the bedroom and slowly laid her down on the bed. He then leaned over, and almost tenderly kissed her again. He ran the tip of his fingers over her body, running it from her nose, to her lips, down her neck, over her breasts, stomach and navel, down her thighs and legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 00:00:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She clung to him desperately, feeling her body wanting to go slack after her orgasm and afraid she would fall.&nbsp; He kissed her and gathered her in his arms and it just felt right to have this strong young man holding her, taking her where he would.&nbsp; It turned out to be the master bedroom, the king bed, the beautiful sheets she had picked out new a few weeks ago.&nbsp; He laid her down on it, kissing her still, and she remembered this was what it was like to have a lover, to not be able to stop touching and kissing.&nbsp; His hands roamed over her body, she couldn't even keep track of where.&nbsp; And she put her hands on his.<br><br>She stroked the back of his neck as she kissed him back, eyes closed, ran her fingers tousling his hair.&nbsp; Then across his broad back, feeling its strength, down to his belt, gripping at it, pulling him to her.&nbsp; She broke the kiss and slid her mouth across his cheek to his neck, up to his ear.&nbsp; She couldn't quite believe she hadn't done this before, that everyone wasn't doing this.&nbsp; Sex for the sake of sex, Sex because you both wanted it, wanted each other.&nbsp; Her hands worked at his shirt, tugging at the back, untucking it, her hands on his skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 06:09:22</strong>
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				He grabbed a look around the room. There was a music system in the corner. He gently broke away from her and went to the music system and put on some sexy music. He turned to her an evil smile on his face. Evil, but not malicious. Rather it was a smile full of fun. Naughty.<br><br>'Sit back relax and enjoy the show,' he said. The music was sexy and slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his hard, muscled chest. He did it with a poise, a confidence. Then he flung his shirt away. It was all just a bit of fun. He thought he would give her sexy, fun strip tease as she recovered from her orgasm. He then moved close to her, gyrating his hips. slowly, he unbuckled his belt and removed it. He then used it as a whip and as he looked at her he lashed it on the ground and then threw it away.<br><br>He then proceeded to lower his jeans, but he took his time. Teasing her. He moved closer to her and then turned around, putting his beautiful butt near her face, as he slowly lowered his jeans. He then completely removed his jeans and was only in his underwear. He removed them seductively his back to her, his butt facing her. Once it was completely off, he turned to her, his hands on his hips, looking at her playfully.<br><br>'Enjoying the show?' he asked her, laughing. 'That was just a little extra for you. you know, because I like you,' he said. He moved closer to her and paused just before he reached her lips. He ran his hand through her hair, his eyes fixed on hers. He kissed her, his hands roving her body, the touch of his fingertips on her beautiful pale skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 21:53:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sophia was frustrated at first as he broke away from her, climbing off the bed to turn on the music.&nbsp; Music was the last thing on her mind.&nbsp; But truth be told, after a moment of catching her breath and watching the extremely fit young man strip, she saw the wisdom in it.&nbsp; There was no need to rush, and every joy in stretching it out.&nbsp; Her body, not as young as it used to be, recovered while she watched him playfully disrobe.&nbsp; It was the sort of thing that made hiring a giggolo worth it, she thought to herself.&nbsp; He knew women, clearly, knew that they wanted to be titillated, not just touched, fondled, not just fucked.&nbsp; And he knew that despite what society said, they enjoyed a bit of male objectification.<br><br>"Looking good," she commented, scooting herself back on the bed into a more comfortable position, kicking her heels off and away.&nbsp; She looked lewd, sprawled there on top of her covers in a ripped dress.&nbsp; But she felt alive.<br><br>"I think I like you too, very much," she teased him back, reaching out and grabbing his neck as he came close.&nbsp; She felt him touching her again, tracing the lines of her body as they kissed. At first she kept her eyes open, wanting to see her young lover, but then they closed and she just floated there in his touch.&nbsp; Her hands traced his bare back, his sides, his hips.&nbsp; It had been decades since Norman had a body even remotely like this and she just let herself revel in it, as superficial as it might be.&nbsp; After all, it was what she had paid for. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 22:53:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved closer to her, eventually falling on the bed naked as he kissed her. He traced gentle kisses across her lips and neck, while his fingers caressed and explored every crevice of her body. He then firmly pushed her down on the bed, coming on top of her, his legs by the side of her hips, pinning her hands down with a firm grip. He then moved in and kissed her passionately, letting his tongue rove into her mouth, exploring, titillating, teasing.<br><br>He felt himself harden, and slowly he let go of her arms, holding her cheeks as he kissed her with more of an urgency. He went down to her neck, giving it a playful bite. He then moved to her exposed breast, under her torn dress, and brushing aside the torn fabric, he kissed her breasts. He lavished upon them the attention that he thought they might not have had in a long time. He cupped her breasts in his hands, letting the tip of his tongue run over her smooth soft skin. He licked her nipples coaxing them to become erect, before he took them in his mouth one by one, sucking on them and flicking them with his tongue.<br><br>In the meanwhile, his other hand roved her body moving down to her waist and hips. He pulled her legs around his hips, and caressed her thighs and legs, leaving an imprint of his touch on her soft skin. He slowly brushed his fast stiffening member against the fabric of her panties, enticing her, teasing her of what was to come. His ministrations became faster and more urgent, as he grinded against her with more fervour. The touch of his fingers was faster, which trailed across her whole body. His mouth moved in concert with his hands, touching and caressing.<br><br>He licked her lips, and her neck, and bit her earlobes. He gave a lot of attention to her neck, knowing that most women were particularly aroused with hot breath or saliva on their neck. The urgency of his cock was growing, as his mouth moved at a feverish pace, taking in the delights of her delectable form.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 23:15:01</strong>
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				It was, perhaps, a bit embarrassing how easily Justin played her body like an instrument, taking her from languid kisses to urgent grinding in the matter of moments.&nbsp; He evoked from her a range of sounds: squeals of delight as he cupped her sensitive breasts and sucked their nubs, low moans as he teased her panties with his hardness, passionate gasps as he suckled at her neck.&nbsp; He could feel her body rising in speed and passion as his did, matching him, the two synchronized.&nbsp; He licked at her neck and her legs locked tight around his hips, grinding herself against his hardness, her breathing coming faster.&nbsp; <br><br>Sophia's hands grasped his head, his hair, then his neck, his back, moving faster and faster, clinging to him as her heart began to race.&nbsp; She wanted him so badly and yet she hardly knew what to do.&nbsp; Dimly her brain told her that her dress was the barrier to what she wanted, her roving hands well aware of how naked he was.&nbsp; She let go of him and gripped the hem of her dress instead, tugging up on it frantically.&nbsp; It was caught between them of course, and her legs had not let go of him, and so it went nearly nowhere.&nbsp; Giving that up she went instead to the back of her panties, hooking her thumbs in the thong and tugging it down, trying to get it out of the way as they writhed on the bed.&nbsp; "Oh, Justin," she cried out as he nipped at her neck.&nbsp; How did he know these things.&nbsp; Her breasts throbbed from where he had touched and kissed them still.&nbsp; The core of her was a burning hot mess.&nbsp; "Please, take me," she begged him, yanking at her panties, not willing to let go of his body for more than an instant.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 20:35:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Justin was quite enjoying himself. The desperate longing for his body he felt emanating from Sophia was a big turn on for Justin. He got off the fact that Sophia enjoyed his touch so much. He played her body like an orchestra, his fingers, mouth, tongue and groin working in tandem. He felt the urgent need in her body as she clung to him tightly. He felt a longing in his groin as well, to be inside her. Something about Sophia's natural beauty coupled with her ill-satisfied desire endeared her to him.<br><br>He noticed as she struggled to take off her clothing. Clearly, she was not used to succumbing to bouts of heated passion. He slowly moved down, removed her panties, the tips of his fingers trailing across her skin as he did so. He ran his fingers over her pussy, as he caressed the lips and flicked her clitoris, almost as though preparing them for entry. He licked her inner thighs, moistening them with the thought of what was to come.<br><br><em>"Please, take me"</em><br><br>He heard the longing in her voice. The need to feel him in her. Generally, he liked to tease his women a lot more. But she had been teased enough. Denied enough by her husband. He took his penis in his hand, and quickly slipped a condom on, in a fast swift practised motion. He placed her one leg on his shoulder, kissing and licking the smooth softness of her shapely legs. He then parted her lips with the head of his cock, slowly entering her. Once the full length of his manhood was inside her, he looked to her for a split second. He gripped her leg with one hand and her waist with the other.<br><br>Then in an almighty thrust, he penetrated deep into her, the muscles of his body tensing with the effort. He followed up with hard, deep thrusts separated by a few moments gap. After introducing his penis to her womanhood, he increased the pace of his penetration. He started moving faster and faster, building up a rhythm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 03:36:41</strong>
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				Compared to her fevered movements, Justin seemed a calm, sensual god.&nbsp; &nbsp;She only barely managed to get her dress up to her hips, but he easily and erotically slid her panties from those hips and down her long legs.&nbsp; He managed in the process to make Sophia twice as excited as she had been.&nbsp; She trembled when he licked at her thigh, ignoring her pussy for that soft flesh, as so few men would have done.&nbsp; She watched him with wide needful eyes as he sat up straight and expertly rolled a condom over his cock.&nbsp; Somewhere deep in her mind she was glad to see him being so careful; Sophia knew that at this point she would never have thought to ask it of him until it was too late.<br><br>She gasped as he stretched her leg up in the air.&nbsp; It was not difficult, women like Sophia spent a good deal of their time in yoga classes, staying limber in a quest for something like youth.&nbsp; But the way it stretched her wide and exposed her to the cock she felt pressing against her was a wonder.&nbsp; She looked up watching in pure passion as Justin kissed at her leg.&nbsp; She trembled.&nbsp; And then he slid slowly inside her. <br><br>"Oh God, that feels good," Sophia called out, rolling her head back.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what it was - the feel of a different cock than she was used to, his bigger size, or just how impossibly wet and hot he got her pussy before he entered.&nbsp; Whatever it was, this felt like nothing she'd felt in a good deal of time.&nbsp; And he'd only just entered.<br><br>"Oh My God," she met his first hard thrust with an even bigger exclamation, her eyes going wide open, her hands grasping at his upper arms.&nbsp; She felt him draw back and knew he would do it again.&nbsp; And he did.&nbsp; He slid as easily as silk into her white hot pussy, but with such force he rocked her body on her bed.&nbsp; It rocked and rocked, like her bed had not rocked in some time, like her body had not rocked in some time.&nbsp; Sophia clung to his arms, her ankle hooked on his shoulder, and she felt she was clinging to a ride, to a bull.<br><br>Her bull.&nbsp; "Oh Justin, yes, yes, don't stop, that's just right," Sophia urged him on with near constant chatter in between her gasps and heavy breathing.&nbsp; She was still in her dress, being drilled most wonderfully by this young man.&nbsp; She felt his wondrous body working over her.&nbsp; Sophia slid her hands down his back, working his body back and forth.&nbsp; She dug her fingers into his ass, feeling it flex and pound, flex and pound.&nbsp; She stroked it, pulling it closer into her.&nbsp; "Oh that's good, Justin, you're such a good fucker.&nbsp; Fuck me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 20:22:12</strong>
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				He felt her fingers claw into his ass. Ah, it was a wondrous feeling. He loved it when a woman did that. He increased the intensity of his thrusts, his butt flexing with the exertion. He continued to kiss and lick her legs, which he noticed were quite sexy. He kissed the ample flesh of her calf, drowning his mouth in the joys of her beautiful pale smooth skin.<br><br>He kept one hand on the bed to balance himself, and pushed further into her. His firm chest pushed against the underside of her thigh, really flexing her body. His face moved closer to her face. He lightly held her neck, wrapping his fingers around it, and with his tongue he licked her lips, teasing her as he pumped hard into her. The eagerness of Sophia's response to his touch was turning him on. This was why sometimes he loved his job. He had the opportunity to make love to beautiful women who had long forgotten how it was too feel alive. To be touched. To feel beautiful.<br><br>He ran his fingers over her flat stomach running his fingers over her belly button, moving them in a circular motion. His other hand roved over her breasts, touching, caressing and teasing. He cupped her breasts in his palms one by one, kneading her already erect nipples. He then ran his hands up and down her legs in a slow deliberate motion, all the while continuing to thrust into her with a ferocious intensity. He kept his eyes fixed on her, catching her eye as he pumped into her. He made the lust he felt for her apparent, as though all he wanted to do was possess her.<br><br>He felt his penis gripped by the slick wetness of her pussy. He occasionally looked up closing his eyes, enjoying the moment himself, before he looked down at her and pumped into her with and increased urgency. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 17:11:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel every flex of his ass, and then the subsequent fucking her pussy received.&nbsp; It was delicious, Sophia found herself delirious with lust as he fucked on and on and on, far beyond how long her husband would have lasted, beyond even what her young lover had done.&nbsp; Justin stretched her leg back, stretched her pussy open and just drove her sex crazy.<br><br>She licked him back, as his tongue came out to play, letting them tease each other out in the open, as best as she could with her body rocking to the rhythm of his thrusts.&nbsp; Her dress still clung to her, but torn down the center, it was nothing to his roving hands.&nbsp; He cupped them, played with them slowly, in contrast to his hard thrusting, stroking her legs until she thought she would melt underneath him.&nbsp; This was it, this was exquisite, a man who could fuck and not forget about the rest of her body.&nbsp; A man who could just go forever.&nbsp; Sophia moaned in contentment, arms wrapped around his bobbing body, feeling the burn in her leg as he stretched it further and further back, making her feel like some sort of sexual athlete.&nbsp; She wasn't going to cum again from this, but she didn't need to, it felt perfect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 21:22:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He increased the intensity of his thrusts, stretching her body with his own. He realised that he was enjoying this as much as Sophia. It sure was a change for him. He hardly ever felt a passion for the women he fucked. It was a job and he did it. But with Sophia, it was different. He was enjoying this more than he had enjoyed sex in a long time. Her vulnerability, yet her inherent beauty was turning him on more than he could imagine. The fact that he was giving pleasure to this beautiful woman made him even harder.<br><br>The attention of his hands stayed with her breasts, as he kneaded and caressed her nipples, letting his tongue run over the sensitive skin of her breasts. He then put one hand on her neck. Roughly he held it. He didn't hurt her. Much. As he held her neck, his fingers gripped her thighs as he pumped vigorously into her. He moved down to kiss her, lick her lips, ears and neck and back again to her thighs. Oh, how he was enjoying this.<br><br>He went down another time, his mouth tasting her soft skin. His finger still around her neck, he moved to her earlobe. Letting his hot breath run over her ears he then bit her ear lobe. Gently. It was almost a sign to show her of his desire. How he wanted to take her all night long. How he wanted to satisfy her every sexual need and fantasy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 17:36:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She thought she could never get enough of his mouth and hands on her breasts, that nothing could match the pleasure in the way it swirled together with the thrust of his cock into a sensual soup.&nbsp; But Sophia's body reacted even more viscerally, of its own accord, as he seized her neck tightly, her thigh fiercely, and pumped into her.&nbsp; Her body arched under his, thrusting up hard into him, eyes wide as his hand pinned her neck down to the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>As he bent his head down to her he could hear the catch in her breath, feel under his hand the nervous swallow of her throat.&nbsp; He had one leg of hers pressed back nearly to her shoulder, her other leg now curled up, knee to chest as her hips thrust frantically up at him.&nbsp; She tried to kiss him, lick him at least, whenever his skin came near her lips, her breath rasping out. She dug her hands into his back, her fingernails biting into the skin as she clung to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 12:55:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was really warming up now. He noticed the nervous swallow of her mouth. He looked into her eyes and smiled, as though telling her that this was just the beginning. There was so much more to come. He had quite a few plans for her. He loosened the grip on her neck, and pulled back slightly, letting her stretched leg relax. He then turned her over, slightly roughly on her side.<br><br>He gave her beautiful rounded ass a tight spank as he smiled at her, his eyes fixed on hers with a devilish grin. He lifted her upper leg and placed it on his shoulder, the arch of her knee snugly resting on his collar bone. He then bent down, trailing kisses over the profile of her body, over her hips, and her waist. He moved up, a hunger in his movements, licking, kissing and teasing.<br><br>He stopped near her exposed earlobe, nibbling on it and whispering in her ear.<br><br>'Do you want me to fuck you, Sophia?' he asked, the tone of his voice, even. Husky. He moved his penis slowly in and out of her, teasing her. His fingers were running riot over her body as they caressed her waist and clasped her ass. His other hand ran over lips, his index finger, entering her mouth. It was as though he was waiting for her response.<br><br>'Do you?' he whispered. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 20:48:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sophia paused, catching her breath, relaxing her body as he released her and pushed her to her side.&nbsp; She was realizing, as he lifted her leg to hook around his neck, that indeed this could last forever, the two of them, and that there was an endless variety of ways to make this new and interesting.&nbsp; More new and interesting than it already was.<br><br>It felt so erotic, somehow, just being in this novel position, not to mention having a young man nibbling up the side of her body.&nbsp; The novelty spoke of a passion she hadn't experienced in bed for some time.&nbsp; She smiled, giggling even as he passed over a ticklish spot on the way to her ear.&nbsp; There it became more serious, though, his words igniting her kindled lust.<br><br>"Yes, I want you to fuck me, Justin," she told him, between nibbles and suckling on his finger.&nbsp; "I want you to fuck me every way you know how."&nbsp; She writhed her hips to the teasing touch of his cock head down below.&nbsp; "I don't want you to hold anything back," she told him, determined to show this sexy young man that she could keep up with him.&nbsp; She may be older than him, and not as versed in sex, but she had the appetite, willingness, and dark desires to match him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 11:06:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I don't want you to hold anything back</em><br><br>Just what he wanted to hear. He grasped her leg on his shoulder and held her hip firmly with his other hand. He looked directly at her and paused. Then with a force he thrust himself into her. Hard, fast and with a purpose. His butt clenched with the effort he was putting into his thrusts. He felt alive. this was not a routine job. His body was reacting strongly to her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.<br><br>His thrusts became more energetic and separated by less of a time interval. He clasped her body as though he owned it. As though he could do whatever he wanted with it. The muscles of his body were clenching and unclenching, but his eyes were calm, focussed on her body. He admired the way she had taken care of herself. He suspected she was not completely aware of all the wonders of her body. He was going to help her discover them.<br><br>His thrusts penetrated deeper and deeper. He could hear the slapping of skin against each other. He was not holding anything back. He thrust in and out of her with a ferocious intensity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 04:44:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The position was a novelty.&nbsp; So was the look in his eyes as he fucked her.&nbsp; So was the feeling in her body of being completely used sexually, but not objectified.&nbsp; He fucked her like hew as some sort of machine, a porn star, hard muscled thrusts that no man she could remember being with would have been able to keep up for long.&nbsp; Hard deep thrusts that showed a sexual confidence and a lack of worry or mercy that none of her partners had ever had.&nbsp; She was completely overwhelmed almost instantly, and yet he didn't last an instant.&nbsp; He went on and on until her leg muscles burned, her pussy burned, her body trembled.<br><br>And yet she felt a perverse desire to keep up.&nbsp; She kept her leg taut and straight, remembering dance classes long ago.&nbsp; He had stirred her pussy into a wet, sopping mess and yet she squeezed it tight and fast around his pistoning cock, determined to not be some loose old cunt he fucked and forgot.&nbsp; He was taking it up a notch--several notches--and she was determined to keep pace.<br><br>One hand, long manicured fingers, reached down through the trim bush to find her clit rubbing it in circles in time with his thrusting.&nbsp; The other hand trailed up his body, his abdomen, his chest.&nbsp; Her fingers found his nipple and she stroked it, teased it, even as she teased her clit. She could hardly breathe, his thrusts driving the air from her lungs, she could hardly feel, nothing but the feel of his cock deep in her and then out.&nbsp; But she was here, magically here and only here as he drove her to delirium and back again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 14:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her urgency. He felt her desire. He felt her arouse his to a level that no woman had in the recent past. When her manicured fingers touched his nipples, he couldn't help but groan. The pace of his thrusts quickened if that was even possible. He was no more in icy control of himself, like he usually was with all his clients. He was a manipulative son of a bitch who quickly and easily brought his clients to climax, without even breaking a sweat. But she was different. Her determined effort to keep up with him, spurred him on, aroused him.<br><br>He pressed down with his upper body, flexing her thighs and legs. He kissed her on her lips and let his tongue play with hers. His eyes were two balls of fire, whose intensity was directed right at her. He wanted her to feel every inch of his cock, every flex of his muscles, every bit of his desire. He licked her nipples and kneaded them with his tongue, all the while not slowing down with his thrusts. It almost felt unreal to him. He was in a different world, one filled with desire. One filled with lust.<br><br>'This is going to be a long night,' he whispered in her ear, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 23:00:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sophia was pleased to see the response she could get out of him.&nbsp; Even this hardened stud quickened at her touch, stroking his nipples and driving him to a faster, hotter pace as if they were control dials.&nbsp; They were caught in a feedback loop, her touch driving him to frenzy, his frenzy driving her higher.&nbsp; He bent her leg tighter and tighter until she wondered if she'd have a limp in the morning.&nbsp; But when he sucked at her nipple she found she didn't care, didn't care at all about anything but the feel of her tender flesh in his hot mouth.&nbsp; The sensation was alarmingly intense and Sophia pinched at her clit feverishly with her finger, feeling a white hot bar connecting those throbbing nipples in his mouth and the throbbing bud in her grasp.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh God no, don't stop," she yelled as he moved his mouth away to whisper in her ears.&nbsp; She grabbed his head roughly with one hand, pulling his mouth back down to her breasts, while she rubbed vigorously at her pussy with the other hand.&nbsp; "Don't you dare stop.&nbsp; Suck and fuck, suck and fuck," she ordered him, dimly shocked at her own foul mouth. But she could feel another peak rising, and it was driven by the driving shaft inside her, pistoning, and the wet suction of his mouth, two wet points on her body, deeply attached to the young buck in her bed.&nbsp; "Fuck, I'm going to cum!" she screamed, surprised at the sudden lurch of her body.&nbsp; She couldn't rub her clit hard enough, fuck him back hard enough, shove him on to her tit hard enough as she convulsed under him, bent for his pleasure, and hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 14:38:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her body convulse as she clung to him. He continued his thrusts without mercy. Her nipples were sopping wet with his tongue all over&nbsp; her breasts. He stretched her hands above her head and pressed them down with his, holding them in a strong grip. He continued to push her thigh down, as her leg was on his shoulder. Beads of sweat were starting to form on his brow. That never happened to him. But this was different.<br><br>He let out a low groan, almost animal-like as he continued to pin her down and thrust into her. His thrusts came harder and faster. The pace continued to quicken. Then he removed her leg from his shoulder, and lifted&nbsp; her her with his hands on her back and ass. He got of the bed and stood up, holding her in his hands. He thrust into her, as her legs wrapped around his butt, from underneath. Her face was right in front of his and he kissed her with a passion.<br><br>As he continued to fuck her standing, he ravaged the skin on her neck. He sucked and bit her neck, leaving red marks all over. Their bodies were pressed against each other, as he continued his his fevered thrusts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 00:19:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sophia felt him lift her up from the bed, hold her suspended in the air with the strength and energy of youth.&nbsp; It was like he was giving it to her, rolling back the years within her with every thrust, every kiss, every bite.&nbsp; He did not treat her like some dainty flower, but he fucked her as she imagined he would fuck his girlfriend, with a savage intensity that assumed she could match it.&nbsp; She was surprised to find that she could.<br><br>Sophia wrapped herself tightly around his body, clinging to it, until there was nothing that moved, only his cock in her.&nbsp; Her hair hanging down around his face she kissed him hard, her tongue in his mouth.&nbsp; And now she clenched her pussy, squeezing her kegels as every women's magazine had implored her to for years and years.&nbsp; She wanted to feel him release, feel him peak, feel him reach the point where he could not take it any longer.&nbsp; She wanted him to <br><br>"Cum.&nbsp; Cum, Justin, I want to feel you cum in me while we fuck."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 10:30:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her legs around his body were spurring Justin on. The sight of her in his arms, his cock inside, her face flushed and sweat trickling down her brow only spurred Justin on more. He knew this woman was worth the effort. He felt an adrenaline rush like he never did generally. He felt her pussy clench tightly around his cock. He felt himself coming close to an incredibly strong orgasm. And so, he started pumping into her faster and harder. He clasped her buttocks tighter than before, as he groaned. He was going to explode soon.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Cum.&nbsp; Cum, Justin, I want to feel you cum in me while we fuck."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her words along with her pussy were teasing the juices out of him. He heard his cock slamming into her without mercy. Sh sure knew how to make him reach the point of an orgasm, which was more than he could say for most women. Generally, he had to coax himself to cum, so that they didn't feel bad. But this felt natural. <br><br>Suddenly, in an almighty burst, he came explosively. He let out a loud groan, as he thrashed into her with his cock, her body tightly in his grasp. He had a prolonged orgasm, cumming for close to a minute. The semen spurted into her pussy, and dripped down her thighs in one soppy wet mess. As he finished cumming, he bit her neck, and then nibbled on her earlobe, still holding her up. He kissed her passionately, his lips and tongue exploring every bit of hers. He caressed her body with his fingertips, running them over her legs and thighs.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 03:05:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sophia felt the sweet release as Justin came inside of her.&nbsp; She did not cum again, but she felt a pleasured satisfaction that nearly equaled it simply looking into his face and clinging to him as he let go.&nbsp; She was paying him, that thought was in the back of her mind.&nbsp; But she couldn't believe that in that moment, with that look on his face and that ferocity in his body, that he was thinking about it.&nbsp; She was sure that for at least that moment they were simply two lovers, fucking.&nbsp; If he could do this, fake this, then he deserved every cent and more.<br><br>Justin came for a long time, and with the raw abandon that she remembered from her youth.&nbsp; It gave her a strange sense of pride to feel the way he thrashed and then went still, like she had done something wonderful.&nbsp; He didn't even let her go when he was done, he was that strong, able to hold her up in the air even as he swooned a bit on his feet.&nbsp; He bit her and kissed her, his hands roaming like two more mouths across her skin.&nbsp; Sophia knew that in bedrooms all over the city men were rolling over and snoring next to women her age, but she had the one who stroked her sopping wet thighs, where their juices mingled, sucking on the tender skin of her neck.<br><br>"Oh my, Justin," she cooed finally, catching her breath.&nbsp; She could hang here like this all night, letting him take her weight, but knowing that she had reached him beyond all that strength.&nbsp; "Oh my."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Upper East Side Giggolo - The Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 11:01:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Justin groaned in sweet release. He had not had an orgasm like that in quite a while. Generally, the women he was with simply couldn't keep up with him and work him upto to a frenzy like Sophia had. He felt truly satisfied. As he came, his body shuddered but he held onto Sophia, gripping her ass tightly with his hands. His tongue roved all over her body. He simply couldn't get enough of her, her wholesome breasts, her erect nipples, and that oh-so-sensuous neck. <br><br>Justing carried Sophia to the wall and rested her against it as he continued to kiss her passionately. He moved his mouth close to her ear, breathing heavily onto her ear lobe.<br><br>'You sure are in good shape,' he whispered, as he bit her earlobe once again. His hands roved up and down her thighs, which were tightly wrapped around his hips and buttocks. He then carried her and gently laid her down on the bed, using his hand to put a pillow underneath her head. He knew he felt something for this woman. He didn't know what it was, but just the fact that he had been challenged so much in the bedroom was quite refreshing. He collapsed on the bed next to her, and lightly ran his fingertips over her body.<br><br>He usually lay down with a client after sex, generally to smooth talk them and collect his payment. But somehow this felt a little different. A little more natural. He lay next to her as his fingers traced path across her navel, thighs and legs.
			</dd>
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