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I don’t know when he snuck into my room but I woke up to see René massaging my throbbing clitoris and sucking my neck.

Mmmm. I pushed my ass against his cock which was as hard as granite.

When did he enter my room? How long has he been here? Did he see me in the mirror? My mind was swirling with questions. I didn’t know if I was stunned by him poking my throbbing pussy while rubbing my clitoris or if it was the confusion of trying to figure out how a man who wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk to me now would be in my bed.

“Since I have been in the United States, I have done my best not to touch you, but I saw your door open and when I peaked and that I saw you playing with yourself, I couldn’t hold back anymore. ” René whispered in my ear as if he heard the questions I had just asked myself.

I guided his hand so that he had two fingers inside me. He pumped and I pushed back. It went faster and I kept up the pace. The rhythm became frantic.

Ahhh! I am about to enjoy. Feeling his thick cock slide between my cheeks every time I pulled out of my fingers pumping fiercely made me hotter. The heat between my thighs reached a scorching temperature.

“I wanted to kiss every inch of your body the first day I saw you.” René pecked my shoulder lightly with his lips and then rubbed it with my teeth. I winced and the opposite sensations.

“As I watched you walk down the office corridor, your beautiful curly hair was teasing me, resting on the top of your plump ass accentuated by those tight skirts you wear.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back to suck my neck again. He nibbled on my ear and whispered, “You’re so wet Tiffany.”

Surprised that he knew my name, I opened my mouth to let out a groan and his fingers found their way before anything could come out.

Mmmm. I tasted good. His fingers tasted good. Slowly, he pumped my mouth with his long thin figures. He ran them over my lips, going down to my soaked pussy, even more hungry than thirty seconds ago. This time there were three fingers inside as he wiggled them back and forth. I was so wet that you could hear a crushing noise as his fingers went back and forth. Two fingers started pumping again and this is where I felt it, the unmistakable feeling just before …

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“Whoa! Oh my God! I didn’t know you were a squirter. It is so sexy. René pumped harder and faster. I could feel the hot liquid from my squirt run on my thigh, soaking the sheets under me. And then the next wave hit. Before I could savor the first eruption, I was struck by an orgasm under the force of a tsunami. I had to cover my mouth with both hands so as not to wake up the whole house and with the waves washing repeatedly, crashing on me, I might have disturbed the whole neighborhood .

“You’re so ugly. I had no idea,” René growled in my ear his oozing French accent, dripping on each syllable.

He finally gave me a break from his fingers. I thought it was so that I could enjoy my orgasm, but it turned out that he had something completely different in mind. He grabbed one of my buttocks and slid a finger inside my dark, tight hole.

Panting. I had not finished enjoying the finger fuck and then there was a new sensation that made my orgasm go up.

“You’re so tight. I can barely put my finger on it.” René slowly pumped my tight ass, spreading my cheeks to widen the entrance.

Haaaa! The sound came out of my mouth like a stolen whisper carried in the air. I am relieved and my body relaxed when he pulled out his long thin finger but my rest was short lived. His hand spread my cheek once more and I felt the huge head of his cock make its way through my tight ass. Ahhh!

René stopped. I could feel the head throb, pulsate as it stretched with each beat. I don’t give my ass to everyone and René certainly wasn’t allowed to take it and before I could protest he forced the rest of his giant cock into my tight hole without hesitation until that it is deeply depressed. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I groaned, moaning from the bottom of my throat.

Somehow he found the bad girl in me. The girl who lives in the black and red of the sexual rainbowTM. Very few men have seen me red, which means that no one has ever seen me black. It is reserved for my fantasies but I couldn’t resist the sensation of René’s cock and I started to pump on his big monster. René does not know it, he has now unleashed the monster within this polite little Frenchwoman. I took my time with the first shots but once I felt open, I accelerated and pumped with so much force, he just lay there, arms in his hand air to not be on my way.

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I pumped and grinded until I felt the telltale signs that I was about to come, so I put my hand on my chickadee and cheered for it to tighten my nipple. He slid his other hand under and around my body to my still throbbing clitoris and tipped it over, sliding another of his finger between my wet lips and into my greedy pussy. And that was it. It was the signal to every nerve in my body to start shooting. My body was shaking and shaking violently. I looked like I was convulsing. I couldn’t control it and René knew it. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. He resumed pumping. His movements were short and slow. He caught every wave, extending my orgasm with each push. The aftershocks have never lasted so long. In one way or another, René knew how to make them last until he was ready for them to stop.

“I’m glad I can make you cum naughty but I’m not finished with you. I want to watch you roll.” He got out of my ass slowly and turned on his back, himself so that he can see me and I can look at myself in the mirror.

Before mounting it, I stopped to admire how hard his cock was and, more importantly, his size. I gave her a quick kiss and lick but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t resist. With no further introduction between my mouth and his cock, I gobbled it up at the base. It was in the back of my throat and became harder the second. I slowly slid my mouth up to my head, twisted my tongue around the crest before releasing it, grasping it with my hand to stroke it several times.

The expression on René’s face was priceless. Her eyes were wide with amazement and awe. He said nothing, just looked at me while I was working with both hands. I put his head in my mouth once more, sucking on it, making it nice and wet and still it didn’t break his gaze.

I slowly climbed his dick, trying to see if René’s expression was finally going to change. He hung his head on the bed and looked at me again with a big smile. “So you are not what I expected.”

René leaned back and I started to creak, feeling the crest of his big head rub my squishy G-spot as I walked back and forth, rubbing my clitoris and mound.

He’s even sexier than I imagined, I thought as I leaned in to kiss her, to feel her soft lips pressed against mine. The heat of his breath on my skin was orgasmic. Looking deep into his eyes, I grind slowly, enjoying every inch of him – the feel of his body, the smell of his skin.

René turned me over on my back and went deep between my legs. My greedy pussy opened wide and sucked deeply. My walls were squeezing it as it filled me from the bottom up, the balls slapping me with each push.

I hated admitting it, but René had the upper hand again. Mmmm. The scratch on his beard tickled my soft skin as he nibbled on my ear. I can’t let it continue to take over. I swiveled my position, my hair gently touched his skin as I leaned back as an inverted cowgirl. I bounced and ground a little more. The burn in my thighs indicated that I was working hard like squats at the gym but I ignored it. There was no training to compare to the pleasure of riding René. I noticed how tight his chest was as I grabbed onto it as I bounced off it like it was a game at an amusement park. He grabbed my waist, lifted me up and then forced me down onto his cock. Mmmm. God, he felt so good.

From this position, I decided to put my pussy in her face for a good licking while I sucked his cock again. Her tongue was really talented because it didn’t take long before I felt myself tingling again. Up and down, around and around – her tongue didn’t miss any part of my throbbing pussy. He even found his way inside, lapping my creamy nectar like a nomad thirsty for desserts.

We sank from position to position with ease. For my part, I lifted my leg so that René could caress me deeply and for a long time from behind. Being with him was so comfortable, so natural. New position. From my home, he grabbed my legs, dived deep between them, positioned and repositioned them several times. He pulled me apart, bent me at the knee, hugged them together. After a few positions and several deep strokes, I closed my eyes to take full advantage of the experience and suddenly I felt moisture on my feet. Ooo, he is a toe sucker, a man with a foot fetish. Now, whose surprised?

My legs stretched along his shoulders, René caressed me long and hard, holding my toes near his lips. From this position, he lifted my body from the bed and stroked my raised ass. The weightless fuck was incredible. As I recorded the sensation in my memory, I felt René’s body muscles tighten and I knew he was ready to come. He straddled my stomach, letting his cock look at me, swaying from side to side, asking for attention. I was more than happy to force him to pet him until he got there. With one hand on his balls and the other on his thick sleeve, René dropped his milky semen into my hair and onto my stomach. I was delighted to finally return the favor.

We huddled, kissed and looked each other in the eye. I said to myself, I hope I am not dreaming. It was absolutely amazing. It was worth the wait.

Hit. Hit. Hit. René and I looked at each other and tried not to laugh. Hit. Hit. Hit. We had never been seen together and I certainly did not want René and I to be linked for the first time in my bed with my boss. I turned to look at the door, hoping that if we were silent, my unexpected visitor would go away. Hit. Hit. Hit. “Mrs. DéBaptiste, are you awake?” I turned to René and he was gone. I looked around the room thinking that he might be hiding in a corner or in the closet and I realized that I was alone in my room. I could not find René because he was not there. He was nothing more that a dream because it still remains.

THE END