Definitely Miami Ch. 5 (Lucy Pinder, Stacey Poole, Kelly Brook)

[Cadeauxxx]

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

Special thanks to my friend Galva. This entire series was based on his ideas. The themes, characters and the celeb choices all come from him. It would not be possible without his help. For those who are new to the series, go back to previous chapters to understand the full plot. You can read them here - Part 1, 2, 3, 4.



Miami, Florida

The darkness faded, bringing light into a new day of fear. The past week should have been one of the most joyous events of his life. Dan had achieved something that he only dreamed of, and yet he couldn't celebrate it now. When he read Brett's threatening text message, it completely shattered the happiness he felt one day ago. His girlfriend Kelly Brook had returned to Miami with no knowledge of the affair he had with Lucy Pinder. Five days had passed. Not once did he consider that he made a catastrophic mistake when he bragged to his friend Brett over the phone. Youthful arrogance got the better of him. There was no reason for him to act that way, yet Dan thought nothing of it at the time. Having lost his virginity to Kelly, he saw Lucy as the second woman in his life. He was living a dream that so many young men around his age could only fantasize about. To be seduced by Lucy was an added bonus to dating Kelly. Many thoughts ran through his mind as Dan studied his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His blue eyes reflected back at him upon personal questions of regret.

Did he have a guilty conscience? Dan thought about remorse as he applied shaving cream to his face. Deep down, he knew it was wrong to cheat on Kelly. At the same time, he reminded himself how much older she was. She could've been his mother at her age. The same could likely be said of Lucy, but he avoided thinking on that. The more he lied to himself, Dan believed he could fight feelings of remorse. Kelly wasn't at his apartment right now, and he was glad. His world could've been flipped upside down if she curiously grabbed his phone and saw the unread text. When Dan read the words, his heartbeat raised with rising blood pressure. It was the first time he felt legitimately intimidated by his friend. With Brett's past life of playing football and the size difference between them, Dan knew it was no match to fight him physically if push came to shove. He wanted to avoid a confrontation if possible. At the same time, his thoughts wandered to Lucy. Perhaps it was best to seek her out and see if she could help him with this situation. After all, it involved her.

The last thing Dan wanted to do was give in and let Brett win. He wasn't going to arrange a date with her. His mind was already filled with fantasies of continuing his relationship with Kelly and then keeping Lucy to the side for possible affairs. All of that rested on her staying in Miami. For all he knew, Lucy could've departed by now and returned home to England. That would've only made his situation worse. He wanted more of her. One time wasn't enough. If it were possible to go back and forth between the two women, then Dan felt he would've achieved a fantasy better than a relationship. From there, he wondered if it were possible to eventually get both women in the same place at the same time with him. So many kinky ideas ran through his mind. The future seemed bright until he read Brett's message. After he cleaned his face, Dan thought about how he would approach Lucy for this important conversation. He wanted to call her but knew his nervous tensions would likely lead him to saying the wrong thing. The more he thought about her, it was easier to talk through text messages. Walking back into the bedroom, he fetched his phone from the bed. Dan scrolled through his list of contacts until he found Lucy's name. He took a deep breath and began typing a text message.

'I need to talk to you ASAP. If you are still in Miami, then PLEASE call me. This is urgent and VERY important. I have a big problem on my hands and need your help.'

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2 HOURS LATER

The wind blew across the open sails and through Lucy's Pinder hair as she stood on the deck of the small yacht. A pair of black sunglasses protected her eyes from the glare of sunlight above. A red bra contained her gigantic breasts. Below, she had on a matching thong. When Dan called, she invited him to join her for a day on the water. So long as he didn't become seasick, he was more than welcome to be her lone guest. While staying in Miami, Lucy chose a luxury boat from a charter yacht and rental listing in Wynwood. The launching dock was close to the Julia Tuttle Causeway. She and Dan both had a nice view of the overpass before undoing the ropes at the dock and pushing the boat into the waters. Dan waited to inform Lucy of his unfortunate situation. He made sure to give a helping hand first. He was easily impressed to learn that Lucy had an interest in boating. She went beyond his expectations, proving her skill at commanding the boat. An American flag waved rapidly next to another flag sporting the Union Jack. Inside the cockpit, she suggested Dan to sit close by so he could watch her navigate the waters at the helm.

This was how she responded upon noticing his wandering eyes. Lucy reveled in the attention of this young man. He watched her every move, as if he were becoming a devoted follower. The powerful motors carried the vessel across the currents. Dan asked if Lucy had a destination in mind. There was nowhere specific. She was unfamiliar with the Miami waters, leading Dan to offer her advice. He pointed her east on the compass in the fancy instrument panel. An excellent suggestion to take them closer to Miami Beach along the Intercoastal Waterway. Lucy asked him a few questions regarding the coast guard. The last thing she wanted was for them to be stopped and boarded by local authorities. Someone had given her advice to leave papers and registration close by in the cockpit. An hour went by of driving across water. All of Dan's troubles were kept at bay, nearly washed away in the comfort of Lucy's pleasant company. She made him laugh and occasionally flirted while driving the boat forward. She continued until finding a spot close to San Marino. The anchor fell at least twenty yards away from what could be considered a watery backyard to one of the mansions on the island.

Most houses on the Venetian Islands sported a jetty with the owners' luxury boats moored close by. Lucy was amused by picking a spot close to these homes. She joked about how someone could use a pair of binoculars and likely watch them from their balcony or outside the back door. Her words were laced with subtle hints. Lucy had planned this trip before Dan reached out, hoping to spend the afternoon bathing in the open sunlight to work on her tan. She had a different plan for the day now. Lucy instructed Dan to wear a pair of shorts. Since they didn't plan to go in the water, any pair would do fine. He arrived at the docks in a pair of purple leisure shorts and a yellow shirt. Fitting casual wear for a young man whom she planned to wrap around her finger. Lucy was curious to know if he had been with Kelly again since their affair. So many naughty ideas ran through her mind as she offered him a beer from the ice chest on the deck. Dan had never drank alcohol before and refused. Lucy teased him as she came to see he was not a social drinker. With a spare bottle of water, Dan was ready to discuss why he called this meeting. All of those dirty thoughts in her mind dissipated in a matter of seconds as Dan began to describe his predicament with Brett.

At first, she sighed in frustration. Lucy remembered back to that moment when his friend called him. She played her own role in teasing Brett by speaking aloud. She didn't expect Dan to go off discussing some of the finer details of their lustful time together. In another time, she would've been humiliated by all this. Dan explained how his friend was essentially threatening him into arranging a date between the two. At her age, Lucy was amused by these young men competing over her. She wasn't pleased with Dan but appreciated the honesty in his confession. Taking off the sunglasses, she ran her fingers through several locks of her long brunette hair. Dan sat on the side seats on the deck. His bare feet pressed against the lines of wooden tiles. His eyes traced up Lucy's features, taking in all the beauty of her flat stomach and then focusing on her breasts. She caught his eyes, knowing where his eyes would be focused upon her body. It was one of the few reasons she decided to wear this particular bikini outfit. Leaning down, she placed her sunglasses on the small ice chest containing drinks. Her bottle of beer sat in a drink holder off to the side. Lucy planted her hands on her hips, glaring into Dan's eyes as she began to speak.

"I must say, I am quite disappointed that you would brag to another man about what we are doing. You should know better than to do that."

"I'm sorry. Brett is obsessed with you, and I wasn't thinking when I told him that."

She didn't appear to be seething in rage from this entire situation. Judging by her facial expressions, Dan could see Lucy was disappointed in him but also appeared to be amused. He carried on, speaking again.

"I didn't want to tell you this because I don't want you to meet with him."

Lucy smirked.

"Does that mean you'll be jealous?"

Dan blushed, flashing the top row of his teeth as he tried to give an emotional response to her question. She read him like a book. Lucy grinned, quirking up her eyebrows as she moved in closer, leaning forward. Her massive tits hung low, offering a fantastic view of the full cleavage. She did this knowing it would send his imagination running wild as she blew her breath in his face.

"Go on. You can admit it to me. I'm not the kind of woman who enjoys sharing myself."

Giving into her seduction, Dan leaned forward and slid his hands to the back of her neck. Knowing his next move, Lucy leaned further and gave him what he wanted. Her lips pressed against his. Dan moaned, closing his eyes as his tongue ventured into her mouth. The feeling of her huge tits pressing against his chest sent a great thrill within him, hardening his cock in the front of his shorts. He felt one of her hands gripping it. Lucy pressed her left palm against his clothed shaft before cupping it. The kiss ended when she pulled back. Dan stared into her deep brown eyes as she spoke.

"Don't worry about Brett. I have an idea that will keep him occupied."

"What? Tell me what your idea is, Lucy."

Her knees hit the wooden floorboard of the deck. Lucy reached for the bra straps over her shoulders. Dan helped her, tugging down the left side. Her bra loosened and fell, freeing her gigantic natural breasts. The sight nearly distracted him from his worries of Brett. Reaching down with his right hand, Dan gently fondled her left breast. A soft moan was heard from her low voice amidst the water splashing against the boat and seagulls in the far distance. Dan's fingertips brushed across her nipple, feeling the hardness. When he pinched it, Lucy bit her lower lip and purred loudly.

"Come on. I want to know what you're planning."

He pinched her nipple a second time and gently tugged it. Lucy bit her lower lip and then moved her hands to the front of his shorts.

"Do you really care so much about another man right now while I'm about to take your clothes off?"

A question best left unanswered. Dan exhaled a deep breath as Lucy pulled his shorts and underwear down simultaneously. His hardening cock flopped free, bouncing close to her face. When his clothes touched his ankles, he wigged his feet to free them. Turning his head to glance in the direction of the mansions, Dan suddenly felt daring to do this in public. He grabbed the ends of his shirt and pulled it over his head at the same time Lucy wrapped her fingers around his stiffening rod. Dan slung the shirt to the floor, sitting naked now to Lucy's delight. She smiled, twisting her right hand fingers around his shaft as she stroked slowly.

"I like your attitude. You don't care if we're seen doing this in broad daylight, hmmmmm?"

Shaking his head, he chuckled.

"No. This is all exhilarating to me. I can feel my adrenaline pumping right now."

"Get ready to feel something else."

With that said, Lucy parted her lips and blew her hot breath across the length of his cock. Dan exhaled a deep breath upon feeling her lips wrap around the tip. She pushed it into her mouth and began to gently suck the first few inches. He raised his head and closed his eyes momentarily.

"Fuck..."

Her lips released his dick with a low pop. Dan's eyes returned to Lucy's face. He watched her use both hands to jerk his cock, twisting all ten fingers back and forth. When she was ready to suck it again, her left hand pulled away. Lucy pressed her palms against the deck floorboard to balance herself. Dan cried out in pleasure as she sank more of his cock into her mouth this time. Slowly bobbing her head up and down, she sucked slow and sensually until her lips went all the way down. Lucy gagged herself, taking too much of his cock at once. Shifting her lips back, she resumed sucking at the slow pace while gazing up into his eyes. A sigh was heard from Dan's voice. He sat back, enjoying this moment as Lucy orally pleasured him. She released his cock again from her mouth with another pop. This time a tiny string of saliva was seen dangling from her lower lip. It broke when she lowered her head down to view his balls. Lucy gripped his cock tightly, twisting her fingers around it as she licked his dry sack. As she pushed one of his balls into her mouth, Lucy's hand began to pump up and down. She jerked his dick possessively as if she owned him.

The way he moaned to her was all Lucy needed to hear. She knew that she could blow his mind, as she had already done before. Sucking on the other ball, she positioned his cock to hover above her forehead. The tip lined up perfectly with the split in her brunette hair. All Dan could hear was her slobbering mouth. Her noises were much louder than the water sounds outside the boat. Lucy stopped and released his ball from her lips to give the sack one last loving lip. She glared at him and pushed his cock back into her mouth. Releasing her fingers, she pressed both hands around his thighs to prepare herself for the next phase. Dan groaned upon feeling his cock pushing deeper down Lucy's throat. Once, twice, and then, on the third time, she successfully pushed every last inch of his throbbing dick down her throat. Dan grunted as she lightly gagged and began choking. Lucy slightly raised her lips far enough to make her drool leak like a loose faucet tap. His cock became drenched in her saliva as she sucked harder and pushed down again for another go at deepthroating. It took all of Dan's inner strength to avoid his orgasm. The last thing he wanted was to cum in her mouth before they could do more kinky stuff on the boat.

"GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH-GWAH!"

Lucy's mouth made several incoherent sounds as she devoured his cock. Inch after inch became coated in saliva as she continued to suck. The slow approach was gone. Lucy reveled in her lustful appetite she had for this young man. As she sucked harder, she slid her hands to her great big tits. Dan noticed her elbows flexing and could guess what was next to come. She gave him a subtle hint when pressing her breasts together. Lucy raised her lips to the head, sucking it hard enough to make her cheeks hollow out. She held herself there while lifting her breasts. Dan looked into her eyes and slowly nodded. He knew what was coming, but not how she planned this. Pulling her tits apart, Lucy waited until she pushed them to both sides and then finally released his cock with the loudest possible pop sound. Her breasts wrapped around it, trapping him in place. He moaned at the feeling of his shaft smothered between her soft flesh. Lucy grinned and began to slowly pump her tits up and down.

"Ohhhhhh, man."

No matter how many tits Kelly had tittyfucked him, it was never enough. The act was his favorite thing to do when indulging himself with her amazing rack. Lucy used her breasts as a way to keep him focused entirely on her. It helped knowing that she was his ultimate crush before Kelly entered his life. Glancing down at the head of his cock poking between her tits, Lucy grinned. Her eyes shifted back up to Dan's face as she pumped her tits into a steady rhythm. Up and down, she made his cock disappear, and only the head reappearing with each full thrust.

"Fuck!"

As he screamed for her, Lucy chuckled under her breath. Her strong accent came out.

"You like that? You like how my tits feel wrapped around your cock? Do you want more of this?"

"Yes! Yes, please!!"

Smack. Smack. Smack. She continued to pound her tits down, making several slapping sounds of their skin colliding. The wind blew, rustling some of Lucy's hair into her face. Dan brushed it aside, clearing her view as she continued to tittyfuck him.

"Thank you, love."

Pleased by his gesture, Lucy made sure to thank him. Dan didn't reply. His eyes focused on watching his cock completely vanish between the folds of her huge tits. It poked back up every few seconds until Lucy slowed down. She halted her movements and lowered her head to flick her tongue across the tip. She tasted the small bit of pre-cum and swallowed it. The best thing about a young man like him was that she could make him cum more than once. He would still have stamina and energy to burn after one orgasm. She licked the head of his shaft again, and then Dan made his first move. He bucked his hips to make his cock move between those tits again. Lucy raised her head, smiling at him.

"Go ahead. If you want to fuck these tits, then do it. Fuck 'em!"

Gritting his teeth, Dan grunted as he thrust again. Lucy squeezed her breasts together tightly to prevent his cock from flopping out. The way he responded with such a hard initial thrust gave her all the more reason to further encourage him.

"That's it! Harder, love! Fuck 'em! Fuck my tits!!"

Every inch of his shaft was felt sliding up and down between her tits. Lucy glanced down again and spit on the tip as it poked up. She extended her tongue, trying to flick across it. Dan thrust harder to make the head meet her tongue. Lucy gave him two licks and then raised her head again. She looked into Dan's eyes as his expression changed to a more serious face. She could tell he was trying to hold it all in as he fucked her tits. It was up to her to push him to the limit.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Yes!! Just like that! Fuck my tits!!"

Thrust after thrust was met with the sound of their skin slapping together. Lucy dropped her lower lip and showed him her bared teeth. That facial expression he had seen a thousand times decorated across the pages of lads mags throughout the years. Seeing her make that look up close and personal like this made Dan lose all sense of control. He snarled, gritting his teeth as he growled loudly.

"FUCK YEAH!! OHHHHHHH, YEAH!!"

His screams echoed, likely heard by any passing residents of the island close by. Lucy grinned, keeping her breasts held tightly together.

"That's it! Keep fucking 'em! Fuck my tits until you cum all over me!"

There was no point in pulling out. Dan thought about it once. Her screaming words were enough to make up his mind. He continued to thrust over and over. As he pushed closed to his orgasm, he slowed down. Lucy picked up where he left off by moving her breasts up and down. He thrust up, then she moved them down. Together, they worked in sync until he reached the final barrier of his climax. No way to prevent it now. He screamed loudly as his cock erupted between her mighty tits. Thick strings of cum fired from her cleavage and landed onto her left breast. Lucy gasped and smiled as she felt the warm spurts coating her skin. Dan managed to get one last thrust in, pushing the tip of his shaft beneath her chin. Her eyes closed as she felt his hot cum drenching her neck and collarbone. Dan was pleased watching his seed decorate her skin into a lovely pearl necklace. When they both believed his orgasm was done, one final spurt of cum shot a line connecting to the rest of the mess. The line oozed down, dripping back to the head of his shaft. Lucy let go of her tits to use her right hand to gently grip his shaft.

"So much cum on me. Ohhhhhhh, yes. You've made quite the mess, and this time, you don't have anyone to tell. This is between the two of us. You and me. Just the way it was meant to be."

She winked while pressing the tip against her tongue and squeezing his shaft to milk out the final drops. Closing her eyes, Lucy swallowed the small remainder of cum in her mouth and pulled his cock free of her lips. She bit her lower lip, teasing him while moving her hands back to her tits to hold them up. Sunlight glared across the bright lines of semen, brightening her skin.

"Are you proud of this painting?"

Dan sighed. He had not thought about making art all day until now. Lucy teased him precisely in a way that made him blush until his cheeks were red. Her fingers slid underneath, holding her breasts up and smirking. Her pride was visible in the way she grinned at him.

"Yeah, I'm proud to cum all over those tits."

"Mmmmmmm, I bet you are."

Rising up from her knees, Lucy stood up. She glanced in the direction of the houses on the island. If there was anyone watching far away, she couldn't see any figures of a present stranger. The mere thought of someone witnessing their lewd act from far away still made Lucy smile. It was the thrill of being out in public like this and handling the risk of being seen. She wasn't done with this voyeuristic game. For whatever Dan wanted to do, Lucy had already decided the way she wanted him to take her.

"So, are you finally going to inform me of your idea?"

Glancing across her left shoulder, Lucy tilted her head once their eyes connected. She untied the strings over her hips and dropped the bikini bottoms to the floor. Her side profile was revealed, showing the curve of her bum. Dan couldn't see her pussy, and that was where she wanted his cock next. Her hands slid across the metallic chrome, and then she raised her cum-soaked breasts. Without replying to his question, Lucy shoved her tits over the railing and smirked. Her legs spread apart, heels lifting as she stood on her toes to compensate for the current lack of high heels to raise her height.

"Fuck me and I'll tell you then."

There was no reason to become frustrated by her refusal to spill the beans. Dan obliged Lucy's demands by moving behind her. She pushed her breasts over the rail for a reason. They were facing the house directly across from the water. If there was the chance of them being spotted, it would be now. Dan couldn't help but think of how some guy could've seen Lucy Pinder's legendary tits drenched in cum from afar. The right pair of binoculars could've done the trick. She was filling his mind with dirty fantasies, fueling his desires beyond their first time together. As he lined his cock up between her thighs, Lucy pushed back. Dan entered her, listening to the soft sigh of relief that flowed from her wonderful voice. His hands moved to her hips since he wanted to avoid catching his own semen across his palms. There was no reason to touch her breasts from over the rail.

"Fuck me."

"I heard you the first time."

Laughing under her breath, Lucy shook her head.

"I know you're not getting prissy with me because I told you what I want."

Her taunt resulted in him raising his right hand and smacking it across her bum.

"Ohhhhhh, yes! That's more like it!"

As he began thrusting, Lucy's breasts were kept from bouncing thanks to the rail underneath them. She bit her lower lip, purring softly.

"Come on, do it again. Spank me harder!"

His right palm connected across her ass a second time. Lucy made an exaggerated pout, biting her lower lip again to mute her voice. After another thrust, Dan spanked her a third time for good measure. His fingers gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he bucked his hips. Lucy gritted her teeth and growled loudly as she felt his cock pumping inside her.

"Yessssss!! Just like that! Make this boat rock by fucking me!!"

Her dirty words would've made him chuckle under different circumstances. It was impossible for him to have a laugh as he concentrated on delivering pleasure to her. The tightness of her cunt wrapping around his dick had caused him to grunt. Dan wanted to grab her tits so badly but still feared getting his own cum stuck on his palms. As he continued to thrust, Lucy raised her head high and gripped the metal rail.

"Ohhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhh, yes! Yesssssss!!"

Lucy closed her eyes and cried out. Her tits jiggled, slightly rocking back and forth over the rail. They bounced slightly as she felt Dan's balls brushing against her ass every time he completed a thrust.

"Harder! Faster!!"

Only one time did she have to tell him those two words. Dan gave in, bucking his hips at a faster pace. He shoved her against the rail of the boat and continued thrusting as she squealed loudly in blissful pleasure.

"OHHHHH!! OHHHHHHH!! FUCK ME!! OHHHHHHH!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!"

Sliding one hand below, Lucy tried to find her clit. She struggled with how he pressed her harder against the rail. Dan growled loudly as he rapidly thrust his cock in and out of her tight pussy. All the right words were said to push him to this dominant form. Lucy was impressed at how eager he was to fuck her. Again and again his cock pumped inside her until her eyes began to roll back. Her left leg jerked, heel stomping loudly onto the wooden deck flooring.

"FUCK!! THAT'S IT!! OHHHHHHH, YES!!"

Without any warning, her pussy tightened around his throbbing shaft. His instincts kicked in as he carefully pulled his cock free of her bursting vulva. The last thing he wanted to do was cum inside her. Lucy screamed loudly, her voice echoing into the wind as her cum splattered between her thighs and created a puddle on the floor. The sunlight illuminated it partially with a blinding bright spot that made Dan smirk.

"You left your mark."

Ignoring his statement entirely, Lucy moved her breasts out from over the rail and turned to face him. Her knees hit the deck board, swiftly changing positions. She knew Dan didn't cum again, so it was up to her to make his cock explode. With both hands, she wrapped all ten of her fingers around his shaft and pointed it at her face. It was apparent to him that she was trying to make him cum for the second time today. He felt as if he could command her to finish the way he preferred.

"Lucy, put it between your tits again."

She stopped stroking his shaft and immediately obeyed. Dan watched her hands slide to those gigantic boobs. She lifted them and pulled apart a narrow passage to slide his cock between. He noticed the cum from earlier had dripped down the sides, but Lucy was unbothered by that. She glanced down, watching his shaft disappear between the folds as she began to work her tits up and down. Dan exhaled a deep breath and moaned. There was no greater feeling in the world than having this woman down on her knees and tittyfucking him. The possibility of someone watching from afar only made it more exciting.

"That's it, babe. Fuck me with those huge tits! Ohhhhhh, yeah!!"

Repeating the motion, she pumped up and down. Lucy worked her tits with a sense of urgency, leading him to believe she desperately wanted him to blow another load. Judging by how she aimed his cock at her face, Dan suspected she wanted his cum splattered across her beautiful face. Lucy didn't say a word as she looked into his eyes and continued to slide her tits up and down. She blinked once and parted her lips, showing him her teeth gritted in a modeling pose. Dan hoped he could last longer, but he felt his time drawing short. The more she worked her tits, the closer he came. Biting his lower lip, he moaned until he couldn't take it anymore. Unable to look into her eyes, he focused on watching her massive breasts work around his cock.

"FUCK!!"

Reaching down, Dan quickly grasped his cock from the base and pulled it from her tits. Lucy's eyes focused on the tip. Her head tilted slightly, following every move of his cock as he aimed it at her face as if mesmerized by it. His fingers gripped the length tightly, and Dan watched as Lucy bit her lower lip and then parted her tongue. Her eyes were still open as her hands gently caressed her own boobs. She massaged them and gently pinched her own nipples as she quietly awaited the sticky reward for pleasuring him. Dan grunted as he jerked harder and watched a torrent of his cum land across the left side of her face. Lucy closed her eyes for only a few seconds. The second burst jetted across the left side of her nose and towards the corner of her eye. She blinked a few times before reaching for his cock. Dan let go and allowed her slender fingers to wrap around it again. She stroked hard, forcing out the third spurt that landed on her chin and dripped down to her tits. A fourth wad of cum oozed out of his shaft, missing her face entirely and landing on her breasts below. It slipped between them as Lucy used her left arm to keep her breasts shoved together.

"Ohhhhh, yes. So much cum! I assume that you've spent days saving this all for me."

Dan groaned as Lucy laughed at her own words. She pushed the tip into her mouth and gave it a quick suck before pulling away with a pop. Her eyes glanced up at him as the cum trickled down her face. Lucy had no concern whatsoever about the mess on her face and tits.

"Now I'll tell you my idea. I just wanted to have some fun first. I needed to get this out of my system, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, really? Are you sure you weren't trying to tire me out for the day?"

Lucy bit her lower lip to muffle her laugh.

"Don't tell me that. You're young and in your prime. If I wanted to fuck me all day until sunset, I'm sure you could cum four or five times before needing a real break. This was nothing, believe me."

"I guess I'll have to take your word for it. So, what is your idea?"

"I have a friend who recently arrived in town for a photoshoot. Have you ever met Stacey Poole?"

"No, I can't say I have."

"Would you like to meet her? I can arrange something before the day is over."

"Sure."

He was surprised to hear Lucy offering to introduce him to another model. He never considered the connections she had in the old modeling world. With the collapse of the glamour industry, many of the models kept in contact with each other. There was a network of photographers and former agents who served as helping hands.

"My idea was to introduce her to your friend. Let them have a play date of sorts. Stacey mentioned something to me a while back that she wanted to work with a graphic artist. Your friend may enjoy her company more than he would me."

"I don't know if that will work. You are Brett's ultimate crush. He is obsessed with you."

Lucy grinned at him as she climbed up from her knees.

"Right, and so are a bunch of other men who still look at my old photos from my glamour modeling days. He will be pleased with meeting Stacey. That should keep him out of our hair for a while."

At first, he wanted to say no. On second thought, Dan couldn't see another angle to this problem. He had to trust Lucy's instincts and go along with this. It was better than giving in to Brett's threats and playing along with the demands. Lucy reached down, grabbing her bikini bottoms and top.

"Come on. I'll let you command the boat as we make it back. Let me get washed up, and I'll text Stacey once we reach the pier."

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7 HOURS LATER

The phone remained quiet with no texts or calls throughout the day as the sun went down. After docking the boat, Dan suggested that he needed a change of clothes to meet Stacey. He returned to the apartment complex in Brickell for a shower. That was the real reason he wanted to get away from Lucy for a while. He feared Kelly visiting him unannounced later tonight and her smelling the scent of sex from his latest affair. While in Lucy's company, he didn't think about his girlfriend. It was almost as if he were in a second relationship that only they knew about. After changing into a pair of blue jeans and a pink collared shirt, he waited for Lucy to call him back. She texted him with a location for a date across the bridge into South Beach. Dan called an Uber and made a quick payment for this long trip. Stacey was staying at a hotel on Ocean Drive, one of the most popular tourist attractions in town. Dan never enjoyed going there. In the evening hours it was always packed with people wandering about. He found it odd that Stacey preferred to meet at her hotel. Once the sun went down, the neon lights came alive during the night life. The line of buildings was lit up in an array of bright colors.

Lucy and Stacey had been old friends going back a long time. In the final years of the glamour industry, Stacey was built up to be a successor to Lucy. Neither of them could foresee the crash that was coming back in 2015. While Lucy retired and went on to do other ventures for a time, Stacey tried to continue modeling. Her work remained consistent, often with the same photographers and a manager going back to the days of Nuts Magazine. For Stacey and Lucy, it was amusing to see Dan in this position. The young man was completely unaware of all the power his mother Lori held. Any model who lasted more than a year in England would come to know Lori as a queen maker. It was best to stay in her good graces to have access to many connections. The last remaining photographers and other key managers from the industry were all in Lori's pocket. Lucy and Stacey discussed this before Dan arrived at the hotel. He came to learn why Stacey insisted on this location for a date. The rooftop of the hotel had been fully renovated with a private swimming pool, mini bar, and serving freshly cooked food. The smell of grilled chicken and hot dogs was the first thing to greet him as he stepped through the doorway. A security guard had to verify his identity. He left Dan waiting as he spoke to Lucy to verify that he was an invited guest.

A row of glowing neon lights illuminated the balcony and went around the closed square space. A few people stood near the balcony. A man and a woman dressed in casual wear as they overlooked the bright lights of skyscrapers across the bay. Lucy found Dan. She wore a black dress, completely hiding her natural breasts from sight. Had this been in the daytime, Dan would've made a joke about her sweating in dark colors under the Florida sun. She walked him towards the pool, where Stacey made her grand introduction. Water splashed around the pool as her brown eyes gazed at him. Lucy had walked him precisely near the handrail and steps leading into the pool. Stacey's trimmed brown hair darkened from wetness as she climbed from the water. A black bra held her gigantic breasts, jiggling lightly with each step she made. Her right hand went to the rail to help pull herself out of the water. From her thighs to the knees and finally her ankles. She stepped out of the pool, eyes locked on him the entire time as she watched the young man's eyes roam across her body. Black ink covered her right ankle as the sole piece of art on her tanned skin. Stacey smirked as she offered her wet hand to Dan. He eagerly accepted, shaking her hand as they introduced themselves by name.

After wrapping her wet body in a towel, Stacey joined Dan and Lucy at a nearby table. It was there that Lucy teased Dan over not drinking on the boat. He blushed, almost accepting her offer for a beer. Lucy led the conversation, speaking about how Dan was an artist and had a friend who was in need of a model. He was pleased that she withheld key details. There was no mention of how Brett had forced him into this uncomfortable situation with a threat. Neither woman mentioned Kelly by name. Stacey spoke of how she was looking to have drawings or paintings made of herself. If not for Lucy's involvement, Dan saw this as a potential business opportunity for himself. Lucy suggested that Dan take a photo of Stacey as proof of this meeting. That led to a short conversation with suggestions. Dan wanted to make it look like a social media post, as if they were on a date. When Lucy got up, Stacey smiled as she sat across from him. An empty plate of food was seen below her bulging cleavage contained within the white table. She smiled at the camera as Dan snapped multiple pictures. Now he had evidence to send to Brett. After exchanging phone numbers, Stacey was ready to retire for the evening back to her room. Dan and Lucy left the hotel separately, with both of them calling a different Uber driver.

Once he made it back to his apartment, Dan was ready to begin talking with his friend. After changing into something more comfortable, he went to the bedroom and waited in darkness. His mind wandered to Kelly. Whenever she went more than a day without texting him, that was a sign she was busy. Dan had learned to give her space and time to handle business related to her career. She would often take off back to England without informing him beforehand. Eventually, Dan figured she would take him back home with her if their relationship continued. His mind was filled with fantasies of having her and Lucy together on a trip away from the United States. Avoiding such naughty thoughts, Dan sat down on his bed and prepared a fresh text message. He sent the photo to Brett with only two words: call me. Five minutes went by and there was no reply. Dan was unsure if he had even seen the text message yet. Ten minutes became thirty minutes in no time. As the seconds passed by slowly, his patience grew thin. Was Brett deliberately ignoring him? He couldn't be asleep at this time. Dan knew him as a guy who would stay up all night working on something. Maybe that was it. He could likely be concentrating on some unfinished project of sorts. Careless of such things, Dan decided to call and bother him. Within seconds, Brett answered.

"Hey."

"Hey man, I got your message. Did you get mine?"

Not giving Brett any time to talk, Dan tried to control the conservation at the start.

"What message?"

"I sent you a text message. Did you see it?"

"No, not yet. I've been waiting for you to call me, text, or something. Are you finally gonna be a man and do the right thing? Cause you know how bad I want that date with Lucy."

"Yeah, I know. So are you going to look at the picture I sent or what?"

A pause followed after Dan's question. Brett breathed into the phone before replying.

"Oh, shit. That ain't Lucy. It looks like some other girl from those old magazines. Her face looks familiar, but I'm not sure if I can remember just yet."

"That's Stacey Poole. I met with her tonight."

Brett gasped.

"Oh, wow! You must have turned into some player since you banged Lucy Pinder. How the fuck did you meet Stacey? Why would she be in Miami of all places?"

"I don't know, man. Maybe she could tell you instead of me. She wants to meet. I told her all about you."

"Really?"

The tone in his voice changed. Brett seemed excited, so Dan carried on.

"She flew into the US to do some photoshoots like Lucy has been doing here. Stacey told me that she's looking for a graphic artist, so I told her all about you. I can text you her phone number as soon as I hang up. So what do you think?"

"I would like to meet her. But you know I want to meet Lucy more."

Dan rolled his eyes. He had to sell Brett on this idea now to keep him away from Lucy and Kelly. Quietly thinking to himself, he hesitated to respond until he thought of a believable excuse.

"I told Lucy about you. She isn't interested."

"What? She isn't interested? What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?"

"She leaves to go back home to South Hampton by Saturday."

Speaking lies over the phone was easier than having to look the other man in the eye. All the excitement in Brett's voice was beginning to shift into a frustrated rage.

"So what! That is five fucking days from now. That should give you plenty of time to let me meet her. I just want to talk to her. She can look me right in the eye and turn me down like the last girl I asked out. How about that?"

Dan laughed to try and shake off the fear he had deep down. He was well aware of how Brett could still turn his relationship with Kelly upside down. The best he could do now was focus on Stacey.

"So you're just going to let this opportunity of meeting Stacey Poole slide right by? I mean, she's the one who wants to meet you. I told her all about you, and guess what? She's single right now too."

"Lucy is single too... or maybe she was before you decided to make her your second girlfriend on the side. Your mistress, I suppose. I seriously wonder what Kelly would think about that."

Since he mentioned Kelly by name, Dan felt himself becoming angry inside.

"If you don't want to meet Stacey, then I'll go see her again."

"Did you fuck her like you did Lucy?"

"No, but I would've liked to. I would've called Lucy and bragged to her about it instead of you."

Speaking a risky insult back at his friend, Dan didn't care anymore. He expected more snide remarks from Brett. Instead, he was met with laughter.

"You've got some balls, Dan. I'll give you that. I'm a little disappointed that Lucy doesn't want to meet me. I hope you didn't tell her some bullshit that would make her think badly of me."

"No, I didn't. I met Lucy from a business standpoint. She reached out to me, not the other way around. I tried to get her to take an offer from you. That was when she recommended me to see Stacey tonight."

Brett paused, leaving Dan to wonder if his friend was mad. The way he spoke of his disappointment almost sounded as if the man were hurt deep inside. After telling one lie, it became easier to go further. Dan was eager to play along. After several seconds, Brett breathed into the phone and replied.

"Alright, I'll do this. Send me her phone number."

"I will under one condition. You aren't going to tell Kelly about me fucking Lucy behind her back, right?"

"Fine. I'll let it go. If this isn't some kind of prank, then you can keep your secret. I just hope you're not trying to pull one over on me."

"Don't worry, it's not a joke. I hope we're still friends after all this. I'll hang up so I can text you the number now."

When the phone clicked to end the call, Dan sighed in relief. His secret was safe. At least for now. He immediately pulled up his string of text messages with Brett and sent him Stacey's phone number. After all these lies, he wanted to forget it all. Deep down, there was some guilty hidden deep within his heart. He knew that what he had done was wrong, but Dan refused to give in to those feelings. Taking a deep breath, he sighed while staring at the ceiling. Some men drank to deal with their guilty conscious related to whatever bad things they did. For Dan, he pulled up his social media accounts to check his art online. He couldn't tell Kelly to her face that he cheated, but he could at least paint her a new picture. That wouldn't erase his lustful time spent with Lucy, but it would help get his mind in a better place. He chose to climb out of bed and turn on the lights. Tonight was going to be spent painting into the early hours of the morning before dawn.

******************

1 DAY LATER

The morning sunlight pierced through the windshield and hit a bright spot across the black dashboard. Brett's strong hands gripped the steering wheel. A pair of sunglasses covered his eyes. His buzz-cut short blonde hair was freshly cleaned after a morning shower. A red muscle shirt covered his muscular body, revealing his strong arms that were fully shaved. His whole body was shaved, something he did on a near daily basis to maintain his physique. When Brett wasn't working on art projects, he spent most of his free time at the gym. At times his right knee gave him issues. The lingering effects of multiple surgeries from injuries from a lost career playing football in college. He reckoned it would've been easier to call an Uber to make this long drive to Miami Beach. The gas tank was full, making it an easy decision to go for a ride in his old silver Dodge truck. Brett would often cruise the city blasting heavy metal albums from the CD player. Testament, Metallica, and Sepultura made up the playlist for his phone when he was working out in the gym. No music played from the stereo today. There was no need to be preoccupied with fast drums and guitar riffs to start this fine day. He had departed from his apartment after talking to Stacey Poole over the phone for two hours.

His night was spent with the difficulty of falling asleep with a broken heart. His feelings were hurt by Dan telling him Lucy wasn't interested in a meeting. Whether Dan was telling the truth or not, the point had been made. It felt like a gut punch that weakened his resolve. The last time Brett had a girlfriend, he was playing college football. That felt like a lifetime ago after the surgeries to repair his torn knee. Some days, he didn't recognize the person he used to be. Brett was not interested in watching football on weekends. He dropped all of his interests in sports when he decided to go all in on art. He would've never met Dan had he spent all his time worrying about the NFL and following a team. As badly as he wanted to meet Lucy, he set those feelings aside. Dan was right about one thing. Stacey was interested in meeting him in the hopes of an artistic contribution. Sitting next to him in the passenger seat of the car was a black leather bag. He kept a sketch pad there at all times with four sets of pencils. His phone was buried in the back pocket of his jeans. Brett pulled up to park across the street of the hotel and removed the sunglasses from his face.

After grabbing his bag, he adjusted the strap across his right shoulder and slammed the driver's door shut. After locking the truck, he marched across the street and to the row of hotels. Several people walked in both directions. Brett paid them no attention as he stepped through the glass doors of the hotel and caught the cool breeze of an air conditioner. Stacey had given him instructions to find her on the fourth floor, where she had rented a room. The hotel was a step down from the luxury that Dan had in his apartment in Brickell. The narrow hallways with pink wallpaper led Brett to wonder what Stacey could afford. She certainly didn't appear to have deep pockets like Kelly Brook did. He had assumed that all models were loaded with money from their careers. Maybe that wasn't the case. He thought about that upon finding the door to Stacey's room. If she were more wealthy, she could've easily afforded a better hotel than this. All the doors were painted black with a diamond-shaped peephole bordered in chrome. Brett raised his hand and gently knocked three times. There was no answer at first. Only the sound of something stomping from inside. After several seconds, a voice called out. 'Just a second!' The door swung open, and he was greeted by Stacey's smiling face.

"Hello there! You must be Brett!"

Stacey wore a silky black robe that covered her body. The shape of a V outlined a small hint of cleavage. Her hair was split on the left side with her signature swoop style. Her hair barely extended to her shoulders. Her pink lips curved into a friendly smile as their eyes met. Brett was much taller than her, regardless of whether her feet were sunk into a pair of heels.

"Yes, that's me. How are you doing today, Stacey?"

"I'm happy now that you've made your way over here."

The sound of her strong accent made him smile. After all those years of fantasizing about meeting a British glamour model, the day had finally come true. She wasn't Lucy Pinder, but Brett saw no reason to feel disappointed. Stacey stepped aside, silently gesturing for him to enter the room. Brett stepped in, and she shut the door. For a hotel room, he was surprised at how small it was. Only two rooms. An open doorway to the right side led to the bedroom. He could see the white blankets from the side. Sunlight filled the room from an uncovered window above. The walls were made up of a dark wood color, completely different from the light pastel colors in the exterior design.

"I'll get your bag. Come on in and make yourself comfortable."

He didn't notice her hand pulling at the bag on his shoulder until Stacey spoke. Brett smiled, allowing her to take his bag.

"All my stuff is in there. I didn't bring any of my finished sketches. I figured if you wanted to see them, I could show you pictures on my phone."

"That's fine. I imagined it would be hard for you to move them around anyway."

She placed his bag on a small table sitting next to a blue plush couch. Across from it was a large television set on the wall. Brett was still taken back at how small the space was.

"This is a small room. I guess you aren't staying in Miami long."

As he spoke, she wandered off to the bedroom. Stacey replied, yelling from the distance.

"This hotel wasn't cheap. Everything is much more expensive in your country. I just paid for a week's stay. I don't like to spend too much money since I can't afford it."

That answered some of his questions and assumptions. Brett let out a sigh and let his mind speak aloud.

"What do you mean by that? I thought you glamour babes were swimming in cash."

Stacey's voice was heard cracking in laughter from the bedroom.

"The older ones might be, but I'm not. Women like Lucy Pinder and Michelle Marsh got in the business when there were still contracts worth six figures. The money was already drying up by the time I signed my first contract for Nuts Magazine."

Brett stood close by, giving her privacy in the bedroom. He sat down on the couch and felt his right knee twitch. He slightly adjusted his posture, sitting upward. Stacey walked back into the room, still wearing the silky black robe.

"Have you had anything to eat yet?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, I had breakfast. What about you?"

"I was thinking we could have lunch later. That is if you do plan to stay the day with me."

Leaning back on the couch, he smiled at her.

"I don't have anywhere else to go today. You'll have to kick me out if you want me gone."

They both laughed together. Stacey placed her right hand on her hip, slightly blushing as their eyes connected.

"I have a good feeling about you. Based on everything that your friend Dan told me, I think we'll get along just fine."

******************

2 HOURS LATER

Restless legs held steady as a shadow cast across the room. Dan stood shirtless, out of breath and exhausted as his eyes traced the finer details of the canvas. The strong scent of paint filled the room. He had no sleep as he worked himself into an exhausted state. Through all of his guilty feelings, Dan set out to create a masterpiece in the passing hours. He avoided looking to Van Gogh's style for inspiration and chose to instead wing it. Turning all of his frustrations and sorrow into a piece of art. Through improvisation, he painted a blossoming purple rose. The pedals moved into the shape of Kelly's face. Dan found one of his favorite pictures on his phone and used that for inspiration. The canvas was lying flat across the kitchen table. Two chairs were pulled out, as he had spent the morning repositioning them in multiple ways to apply every line of color necessary. The hours went by as his stomach grumbled from lack of eating. He didn't care. For all of his guilt he felt bubbling up inside him, he wanted to make up for it. Hopefully this would ease his mind once he presented it to her. Going without sleep had caused his vision to slightly blur. Digital screens doubled, and bright LED lights became a hindrance.

Despite all this, he pushed through. By the time Dan checked the clock, it was 10:48 AM. His sleep schedule would undoubtedly be thrown off from all this. Whenever he worked for a long period of time like this, he would set his phone to airplane mode. No distractions would disturb him as time passed by slowly. Now that he was finished with the painting, Dan wanted to grab a meal to eat and finally get some rest in bed. Before he could do either of those tasks, Dan had to switch his phone off airplane mode and propose a text message with a photograph. As he adjusted his hands to get a clear picture of his finished art, he let out a satisfied sigh. The photo snapped, and then he embedded it into a text message. A second photo was taken just for good measure. The flash lens was used to bright up the details. Some of the paint had yet to dry, and it came up visibly thanks to the flash mode. Both photos were sent as messages. A few seconds passed and he watched the circled checkmarks turn blue. Kelly saw the photos within the same minute the message was sent. Dan then spammed his finger over the heart emoji and sent seven total. She fired back a text message in all caps lock.

"I LOVE IT! IS THAT FOR ME?"

He replied back with another string of hearts and the simple answer of 'yes.' The phone suddenly began to ring as Kelly called him. Dan swiped his index finger to answer it.

"The new painting looks marvelous! I see you have been busy lately! So that's why I haven't heard from you!"

"I stayed up all night finishing it. Look closer. I tried to draw your face in the flower."

"Ohhhh, I see now."

Her voice shifted. Dan could hear the difference as she had quietly put him on speakerphone to look at the screen.

"Are you still in Miami?"

"Indeed I am, dear. I'm sorry I haven't felt like reaching out lately. I needed some time alone to myself. I'm sure you understand. You need all your time alone to concentrate on your work, so I decided not to bother you."

"I've been waiting for you, Kelly. After yesterday I thought I'd paint something to surprise you."

"You certainly achieved that. I love it so much. I've been quite sore lately. My personal trainer flew in, and we were working at a gym. I seem to have pulled something in my back."

"Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine, but I am taking it easy. My back is stiff and I'm feeling other cramps in my shoulders and legs."

Hearing her speak of muscle pains gave Dan an idea. He had never given a massage to anyone in his life, but he felt the need to do it for Kelly.

"What if I gave you a massage?"

Her voice crackled into loud laughter.

"Oh, yeah? You want to massage me, Dan? That's very funny! I know where your hands would be within five minutes!"

He blushed as she continued to laugh. Kelly didn't discourage him from trying.

"I'm serious. You could tell me where to move my hands and what to do. How about that?"

A momentary pause went for several seconds. When Kelly replied, the speaker phone mode was turned off.

"I would like that. You can come up to my hotel and spend the night. I'll call room service and have them prepare the evening for us. I'll call you after dinner."

"Thank you, Kelly. I'm looking forward to this! I'll be there as soon as I can!"

As the phone clicked, Dan had never felt more excited or relieved. Any thoughts he had of the other woman in his life were now completely buried deep in his mind. Now he had a reason to throw his sleeping schedule off. Much stamina and strength would be needed to make love to Kelly all through the night. He sighed in relief and placed the phone on the table next to the painting. Her mentioning room service was a reminder that he needed to call for some food himself. No sense in trying to sleep on an empty stomach. Seven hours drifted away into a slumber, which should be more than enough to prepare for what would be a wonderful night.

"Like this?"

Across the bay on the other side of town, the mood was different in another girl's hotel room. The black silk robe that once covered Stacey Poole's voluptuous form was now lying on the floor next to Brett's grey tennis shoes.

"A little bit more to the right... that's it... that's it... Now I have a better view."

Brett stood with his phone in hand, playing the role of a photographer as Stacey sat on her knees on the bed. What began as a casual conversation about life and careers turned hot and heavy when Stacey spoke of art. Brett wanted to learn more about the glamour industry based on what she told him earlier. Stacey explained how she entered the game too late to become a millionaire like the women before her. She was not envious of these girls. The world shifted with time, and what was once a powerful industry had cratered into something smaller. Money was not the goal for Stacey's life. She explained to Brett that she made just enough to get by. That was something he related to. Like her, he didn't feel resentment towards his one friend he knew who enjoyed the luxury of wealth. Dan had an easy life, and Brett felt no reason to envy that. Hard work always paid off in the end, so he told Stacey. They agreed on that aspect of life. By the time their discussion shifted to art, Stacey was teasing him about comic art. Brett slipped up, explaining to her that he once dreamed of drawing a comic with a character based on a glamour model.

Stacey teased him that if it were an action comic, she could hide a gun between her tits. Brett couldn't control his laughter at that. The robe came off in time for her to change into a more revealing outfit. Stacey wanted Brett to draw her figure for a character. So long as the girl was seen as a daring hero, he was welcome to use her body for proper inspiration. A pair of black stilettos matched her thong. A black push-up bra gave him all the angles necessary for seeing her full cleavage. The outfit was completed by a garter belt that went up to her waist and see-through nylon stockings covering her legs. Brett was playing the role of a photographer with a phone. He complained that the phone could not get quality compared to a professional camera. Stacey grinned and encouraged him further by making several sexy poses. Within a few minutes, he began to relax and eased into this new role. She played pretend as if he were a real photographer. Brett wanted close-up shots to get every detail of her face for a proper drawing. Stacey teased him that he was talking like a photographer she knew.

"Can you imagine me in some kind of comic fighting space aliens? I could be holding some kind of futuristic gun."

Her arms moved as if she were holding an imaginary rifle. Going a step further, her right index finger curled as if there were an invisible trigger to pull. The movement caused her giant tits to jiggle around within the loose bra. Her tanned skin was fully visible across the white blanket spread across the bed. Brett noticed this and grinned. Stacey caught his wandering eyes and teased him further by loosening the left shoulder strap of her bra.

"You've seen them before... haven't you?"

"Do pictures count?"

Stacey slowly shook her head to answer his question. The smirk across her lips became more devious with a subtle curve. Her eyes fell, noticing the bulge in the front of his pants. Most photographers could handle her beauty. They were competent, viewing it all as a job. If only Stacey could read Brett's mind right now. She could only guess his level of excitement was building as she tugged the strap down and loosened her bra. The other strap went next, and then she pulled her breasts free. Brett didn't say a word as he lowered the phone and watched her titanic-sized tits fall free. Stacey twirled the bra around her right index finger as she looked into his eyes and gave him another smirk. He didn't need to say anything. The front of his pants told her all she needed to know. Tossing the bra to the floor, Stacey moved to face him. Her hands went to her breasts, lifting them from underneath.

"I'm not posing anymore. You can touch them if you'd like."

The phone dropped to the floor with a thump. Brett raised both hands, and then Stacey slid her warm palms across his wrists. His eyes were fixated on her tits, but she was still looking at his face.

"You look so strong. Show me how you use those big hands."

She guided his fingers to her breasts and let go of his wrists. Stacey gasped and then moaned as Brett squeezed her tits. They were so soft and firm. Her erected nipples rubbed against his palms.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, they feel good, don't they?"

"They're so soft."

Giggling at him, Stacey tilted her head downward and watched his fingers exploring her breasts. Brett pulled them apart and then gently squeezed. She moaned again as he leaned forward to get a better look. When he pulled them apart, Stacey knew where she wanted his face.

"Go ahead. I know what you want to do. You don't have to ask me."

Moving in, Brett smothered his face with her giant tits. He pressed himself between her boobs and then flubbed his lips, loudly motorboating them. His lips found her right nipple, and he sucked hard. Stacey looked down at his face, gently caressing the back of his head with both hands. Her left breast was gripped tightly with one of his hands. She had a thing for tall men with big hands and long fingers. His lips slid over to the left side and licked her nipple fully with two laps of the tongue. Stacey moaned and slid her right hand into her thong to play with her pussy. Brett noticed this and moved away from her tits. His hands moved to her thong, and Stacey shook her head.

"Don't worry about what I'm wearing. Just take your clothes off and let's do this."

"That's fine by me."

His shirt came off first, exposing his muscular stomach and abs to her. Stacey responded by sliding her thong down and revealing her wet vulva lips. Not a single piece of hair was visible above her clit. Her knees stretched the fabric until she pulled it free, one after the other. The garter belt remained on her body, matching the high heels that she kept on. Brett unbuckled his belt and popped the front button free with an audible snap. Stacey moved to the edge of the bed, laying on her stomach and raising her legs. Her knees bent, showing the bottom soles of her heels' velvet red finish. Brett studied the shape of her ass cheeks and the small crack line dividing them. As he dropped his pants to his ankles, Stacey reached out with her right hand. Her fingernails were painted red in a brighter hue than her tan. Underneath his pants, Brett wore a pair of black and red flannel-patterned boxers. They fell to his feet, finally uncovering his hardened shaft to her. Stacey gasped at the sight and wrapped her fingers around it as he stepped out of his pants and boxers. Her brown eyes glared up at him as she smiled.

"Look how hard I made you. I wonder if your cock is as strong as you look."

Brett grinned, showing a hint of his teeth under his lips.

"There's only one way to find out."

Lowering her head, Stacey reached out with her other hand to press her warm palm against his right thigh. Brett grabbed her thong and dropped it to the floor. Stacey refused to be distracted by any movement of his muscular arms. She was happy that he was completely shaved without any hairs to get in the way of her fingers and lips. Both hands gripped his cock, gently squeezing as she felt it throb within her grasp. She lowered her left hand and then rubbed the tip against her lips. Brett quietly watched as her tongue flicked the tip and then circled it. Stacey's fingers slid to the base, holding his cock firmly as she enveloped her lips around it. Her eyes shut in concentration as she tasted the first few inches. Brett exhaled deeply as he watched Stacey take more of his cock into her mouth. Her mouth slightly adjusted to the girth. His cock was thicker than it was in length. His hands shifted to his hips, as if he were standing proudly as she began to suck him. Her lips moved back to the tip, and she released it with a pop. Eyes opening to maintain her vision, Stacey spit on the head and then slid back into her mouth.

'Mmmmmmmm,' a muffled moan was heard as Stacey took her sweet time moving her lips. Brett felt her fingers tighten around the base as her lips pushed down further. Stacey pulled back and repeated the process, moving slowly until her lips brushed against her index finger. She released the grip, using no hands at all. Her short hair waved a bit as she suddenly picked up the base. Another muffled sound from her voice was heard. Stacey pressed her tongue against his shaft and moaned, sending vibrations into him. Brett remained quiet as he tried to hear the noises more. Her eyes glared up at him, blinking once as she bobbed her head up and down. Was she expecting him to take control? So many thoughts ran through his mind as he quietly battled his emotions. Taking a deep breath, he stared into her eyes. Stacey's cheeks hollowed when she raised her lips and then refilled with air as she plummeted down the length. Her left hand brushed around his leg, directly above the scars around his knee. It was a sensitive area of his body, but he maintained posture and didn't panic as her pinky brushed around the hardened skin.

Her eyes closed again as Stacey bobbed her lips a bit more quickly. Her hair swayed around, shadowing her ears. Something about the movement of her brunette locks made Brett give in to his urge of touching her. His hands cupped her face, and then Stacey slowed down her movement. Her eyes glanced up, meeting his face as she held herself there for a moment. Winking with her left eye, Stacey gave him the silent command. It was more than okay for him to take control, and so Brett did. He bucked his hips, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. Her right hand gripped his leg to hold onto something as she remained laying on her chest. As he pushed forward, Brett groaned at the feeling of his cock moving in and out of her mouth. He pulled back, keeping only the head between her lips, and then pushed back down for slow thrusts. Stacey continued looking into his eyes as Brett fucked her mouth. Beginning slow, he quickly found a rhythm to build up speed. Her lips squeezed tightly around his fat dick. He pushed her lips all the way down, watching her take every last bit of the length. Stacey's eyes were still open as his balls rubbed against her chin.

"Fuck, that feels so good. Yeah..."

Exhaling a deep breath, he groaned loudly. Brett held her there, fingers tightening in her hair. He bucked his hips harder, slamming his cock down her throat to create slobbery sounds.

"GWAK-KAH-GWAK-GWAH-GWAH-KAH!"

Stacey closed her eyes, controlling her gag reflexes as she slid her hands to the edge of the bed. She kicked her heels around as Brett continued to pump his shaft into her mouth. The grip of her lips loosened, and she opened her mouth wider as an invitation for more. He slid his right hand to the back of her hair and curled a grip of her hair. As he continued to thrust, the slobbering sounds became louder. Her saliva built up, spilling from her lower lip and down to her chin. Brett stopped thrusting and let go of her hair after a rough tug. He watched Stacey pick up where he left off. She bobbed her head furiously, sucking his cock as hard as she possibly could. As Brett groaned, she pushed her lips all the way down for what would be the last time. Stacey slowly slid them up and released his cock with a loud pop and went 'ahhhh' before speaking.

"Fancy a lick on that."

Four lines of drool dangled from her open mouth back to his shaft, Stacey broke them all with the swipe of her tongue. The entire length of his dick was coated in her saliva. Stacey moved up, sitting on her knees for a moment. She looked into Brett's eyes and grinned as she spread her legs to reveal her pussy to him. Without uttering a single word, she moved into position, laying on her back. Bending her knees, Stacey spread her long, slim legs. Brett slid his hands around them.

"Is this how you want me?"

"Yeah."

"Ohhhhh, yeah? You want to fuck me like this and watch my tits bounce around?"

Ignoring her teasing question, Brett mounted her legs over his shoulders. Stacey shoved her elbows down into the blanket under her and slightly elevated herself. Her eyes shifted down, watching the moment as he guided his shaft to her wet folds. He began by rubbing it back and forth to tease her. That made her eyes shut, and she moaned low and softly.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah. Mmmmmmmmm, I want you."

"You do?"

"Yes. I want you to fuck me."

After those last two words, Brett sank his shaft inside her. His eyes focused on the changing expression on her face. Stacey gritted her teeth, hissing, and then let out a low moan. Sliding further into her, Brett's hands returned to her legs. He slid his thumbs around her calves, gently pressing down as he began to buck his hips forward.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhhhhh..."

Her breasts began swaying around. To the left, then jiggling to the right. Brett focused on that as he delivered more thrusts into her. The tightness of her pussy sent an adrenaline rush through him. He had conditioned his mind to handling excitement with a level of caution. Pleasure was something he wanted to enjoy more than a few minutes at a time. Patience was essential.

"Fuck me!"

Her demands almost made him lose control. Stacey looked into his eyes and moaned again.

"Fuck me! Come on! Harder!!"

A full thrust followed with another slow one. She threw her head back onto the bed and moaned while moving her arms. With her left hand, Stacey impatiently slapped her palm against the blanket and grunted behind her teeth.

"Play with your tits for me."

"Only if you go harder."

Her wish was granted as Brett made a sudden hard thrust that caused her huge breasts to bounce around. He did this again, eyes glued on her chest to watch the second time her busty tits jumped.

"That's more like it!"

Obliging his desire, Stacey's hands cradled her boobs. She lifted the left tit and rubbed it against her face. Her eyes focused on Brett as he continued to pump into her pussy. She rewarded his efforts by licking around the areola. Her other hand squeezed the right breast as she was now sucking on her left nipple. 'Mmmmmmmmmm,' she moaned before pulling the nipple from her lips. She swapped boobs and pressed the right one against her face. Seeing her do this had tempted Brett to thrust faster. He continued at the slow pace, filling her cunt with every last inch of his cock. Stacey gritted her teeth, growling to prevent herself from becoming louder as her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. Gazing down between her towering legs, Brett looked at her clit. He lowered his right hand and began to rub his thumb around it.

"Oh! God!!"

Exhaling deep breaths, Stacey dropped her tits and pressed her hands into the blanket. Her eyes focused on Brett as she began whimpering and purring under her breath.

"You like that?"

"Yessssssss!"

Now he had her right where he wanted her. Brett was concerned about being able to take his time and enjoy her pussy for as long as she could handle it. No matter how hard or fast a woman demanded he go, he never worked that way. Whether fucking or true lovemaking, it was all about taking his time and building pleasure for both of them. He pinched her clit between two fingers and watched as Stacey threw her head back again. Her arms raised, palms clamping down against her boobs. When she squeezed them, Brett made another hard thrust. He quit playing with her clit and pressed his index finger against his cock. Both slid into her pussy, causing Stacey to finally belt out a loud scream.

"FUCK!! OHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

With his finger and cock, Brett worked hard to fuck Stacey at a slower pace. He pulled back his finger, then pushed again with his shaft. Repeating the process, he pushed one after the other. She squeezed her tits, pressing them together as if hinting that he could slide something between them.

"I'm getting soooooo close!! Ohhhhhhh, fuck! DON'T STOP!!"

As she screamed, Stacey shifted her hands again back to the blanket and tugged two grips. Brett removed his finger, knowing that he could hold himself back from blowing his load inside her. He pushed as deep as he could go inside her. Pulling back, he did it again. Stacey lowered her legs from his shoulders, spreading them out further. He leaned down, planting his hands on her tits for a satisfying full squeeze. This made Stacey gasp as her pussy tightened around his cock.

"THAT'S IT!! OHHHHH, FUCK!! FUCK!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!"

The feeling of her orgasm made Brett moan. He watched her eyes roll back as her legs trembled. Stacey closed her eyes and took deep breaths as he carefully pulled his cock out of her pussy. The resulting splash of cum splattering around his thighs and stomach was something unforeseen to him. Stacey's eyes opened and she glared back at Brett, breathing heavily to desperately catch her breath.

"Wow, I made you cum hard!"

Brett laughed as he gazed down at her wet vulva. Stacey gripped the blanket and lowered her heels onto it. His eyes shifted as she pulled herself further onto the bed until she was closer to the center. Brett was unsure of what she was doing or what they would do next.

"I'm surprised that you didn't cum inside me. For a minute there, I was worried that you would lose control and fuck me until you did."

"I can hold myself back. I handled myself just fine when I was in your mouth."

Stacey smirked as she grabbed her breasts and pushed them together.

"I think I'll reward you for that. But this time, you're going to let me spill your spunk."

Spunk. Something about hearing her say that in her sexy English accent made Brett blush. He had never heard that word uttered before. It would've sounded funny coming from anyone else in a different situation. Biting her lower lip, Stacey purred and began rubbing her tits up and down.

"I believe I saved the best question for last. One final question for you to consider. I believe I already know the answer."

"Go ahead. What do you want to ask me?"

Raising an eyebrow, Stacey gave him a subtle smile.

"Would you like to fuck my tits?"

To finish the question, Stacey smirked innocently and made him blush a second time. He didn't wait to reply. Brett climbed onto the bed and moved in to straddle her stomach. She began laughing loudly.

"I'll take that as a yes!"

As he sat down on her stomach, Brett bent his right knee slowly. No pain was felt as he gazed downward and watched her pull those tits apart lightly. A small passage was created for him to stuff his heavy dick between them. As soon as he felt the soft firmness of her tits, he moaned.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah. You like how these tits feel against your cock."

"Yes!"

Giggling at him, Stacey squeezed her tits around his shaft. Completely hidden between them, Brett could not see a single hint of his dick, but he felt every inch smothered. He took a deep breath and began to thrust forward.

"There you go, big stud. Fuck my tits."

He liked her calling him by that nickname. Stacey glanced down, hoping to see a hint of the tip poking up as he completed the first few thrusts. Her tits were so big that they completely swallowed up his cock as if it were nothing. She could barely see it. From Brett's angle, he couldn't see anything except from the base.

"This feels so damn good."

"It does, doesn't it? I like a strong man..."

Stacey's last word trailed off into a moan as Brett continued to pump his dick between her boobs.

"Especially one who knows how to use his hands and fingers."

For that comment, Brett wanted to pinch one of her nipples. They were hidden underneath her own palms. He looked into her eyes, watching her raise her head as he thrust harder and faster.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Fuck my tits!"

Leaning forward, her eyes opened, and then Stacey finally saw the head poking through. Brett accomplished this only with a series of faster thrusts. The bed remained sturdy, not moving at all as he rocked his hips back and forth. No need to hold himself back any further, he wanted to lose all control and paint her in his creamy spunk.

"You're gonna make me cum with these huge tits."

"That's what I want! I want you to cum on me, Brett! Don't pull out. Just keep fucking my tits until you cum all over me."

She didn't use the word 'spunk' again, but Brett didn't care. Just hearing her talk so dirty had made him pump even faster. Stacey readied herself, eyes open as she gazed forward and watched his dick slide back and forth. Brett's face scrunched up as he could not hold back any longer.

"OHHHHH!! FUCK!!"

Torrents of cum fired from his cock, showering her neck and collarbone in thick lines of cum. He made one last thrust that caused a thick string to slather across her chin. It dangled once before dripping off. Stacey smiled, flashing her teeth in a satisfied expression of lust and hunger. As he stopped, she pumped her tits back and forth to finish emptying his load with spurts of cum downpouring onto her neck.

"Oh my god! I can't believe I just did this. You're fucking incredible, Stacey."

A full smile followed by her winking at him. She let go of her tits and watched his cock slide out as Brett began to stand up. His mind was blown, and lewd fantasies were happily fulfilled. Of all the things he had done in life, Brett could at least say he engaged in a lustful time with a British glamour model. Stacey leaned up on her elbows. The cum covering her neck made for a sticky necklace that oozed down in small lines. He watched the trailing beads as he gathered his thoughts and came to the realization of what they had just done together. She began to rise from the bed with a subtle smile.

"This was a lot of fun, Brett. I wanted to make this meeting more personal between us. Now get dressed. I need to clean myself up, and then we can go out for lunch or have a few drinks if you'd like."

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10 HOURS LATER

Lights glittered across the blackened skyline in the shapes of squares. Below the high rises of downtown Miami, the water was hidden under a veil of darkness. Street lamps and headlights of passing vehicles appeared so tiny from the upper floor of Kelly Brook's hotel suite. Dan was refreshed after a long nap following his all nighter. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed out at the view. The lights were flicked off earlier. Kelly preferred to use whatever lighting came from the uncovered windows to make the scene in her living space of the apartment. The bedroom door was open, but from the frame all he could see was pitch black. Behind the couch, the massage table was prepared. Dan had enjoyed a wonderful dinner with Kelly, complete with no distractions. Their phones were set to silent mode. Upon reaching her hotel room, Dan became curious and wanted to check. Brett had not bothered sending a single text message, so maybe that was a sign that his friend was finally out of his hair. Throughout dinner, Kelly described a future vacation she wanted to take away from Miami. Dan simply nodded along, allowing her to dominate the conversation into a one-sided topic with none of his input.

Kelly had stayed in Miami long enough to make this hotel suite a kind of second home. Dan had rarely spent time with her here. She would usually wander back to his apartment, where they spent days at a time. A row of shoes and spare gift bags in the living room told the tale of how comfortable she had made herself in a home far away from England. Kelly had once told him she resided in Los Angeles over a decade ago. Despite his curiosity, Dan never asked her any personal questions about time spent outside Britain. The finished painting of the day sat on her kitchen table. Kelly wanted to bring it back home and hang it in her home in London. Hearing her talk about the old country was enough to make him feel homesick. By the time they arrived back at her hotel suite, Dan thought about one thing only. He wanted to pleasure her and to make up for his infidelity. Anything to keep the mere thought of Lucy at bay in the back of his head. Kelly gave him the order to turn out all lights and uncover the windows. When she left the room, he was ordered to strip naked. A housekeeper had already been called hours earlier to deliver a spare massage table.

The white cushion appeared to be blue from the lights cast outside. It was positioned close to the windows to offer maximum luminosity. Across the grey tiled floor were Dan's clothes, sitting abandoned without any care in the world. The floor felt cold against his soles, but he knew Kelly would soon heat up the room. The table had wooden legs. The height had been properly adjusted in a way that required Dan to get on his hands and knees. Kelly was responsible for this. She used the mechanism to fine-tune the position for how she seen fit. The length of the table had support for someone above her height. Sitting next to the table was a bottle of lavender body oil and a white cloth. Glancing down, Dan could already see his cock was halfway erect as a result of his thoughts. He had never used his tongue or lips to pleasure Kelly, and now that was all he could think about. There had to be a first time for everything. He hoped tonight would see him receive his first taste of pussy. Stepping closer to the table, he waited for her. A shadow ran across the right side of the move. As it moved closer, it formed the silhouette shape of Kelly's curvy body. She stepped towards Dan, wearing only a pink bra and matching panties.

"Are you ready, dear?"

Looking into her eyes, Dan nodded. Her sight trailed downward, noticing his cock growing harder as she stood in front of him. Kelly grinned as she pulled the bra off and freed her massive tits. She leaned forward, letting her tits fall and bounce slightly as she used both hands to tug her panties down. Her dark hair was pinned behind her head in a ponytail.

"Let's start with your back. You said that was where you were hurting earlier."

"That was the plan. Thank you for reminding me."

A soft chuckle after her reply echoed throughout the large room. The sound was a reminder to Dan of how alone they were. There was no other woman between them, except for in the back of his mind wrestling with his inner guilt. Kelly moved to lay across the table with the left side of her face pressed against the cushion. Light cast across her beautiful body, illuminating her in a layer of light blue colors. Her brown hair appeared to be completely black from the lack of room lighting.

"Remember what I told you about using the oil the right way."

Dan nodded as he fell to his knees. They had discussed this during dinner when Kelly gave him proper instructions. From the right side of the table, he was unable to look at her face.

"Yes, I didn't forget. You want me to use both hands."

"Correct. Take your time and don't get in a rush."

"Where do you want me to begin?"

"Start with my legs."

She didn't specify which leg, so Dan figured that meant both together. He squirted some of the lotion into his left palm and then lathered his hands together. The spare cloth was meant for wiping his hands once he was finished. Dan ignored it and moved to the other side of the table. From there, he had a perfect view of her plump ass. His fingers started at the bottom with her feet. His thumbs rolled across her soles, and then Dan's firm hands gently cupped her Achilles. His palms stretched up and then down again. Kelly didn't say a single word, leaving him to wonder if she approved of his actions thus far. Up from the calves, he worked towards her thighs while staring at her buttocks. The crack looked deeper, obscured under the faint lighting that came from the window. Her legs were now glistening in the oil. Dan stopped so he could squirt another handful of oil into his left palm. His fingertips were slippery, almost causing the bottle to slide out from his grasp. His hands made a squishing sound this time as he rubbed them together. As he did this, Kelly rubbed her feet together from the end of the table.

"I can hear you lubing those hands up real good."

"Is the sound bothering you?"

"Not at all. I find it to be funny, actually."

"What do you mean by that? How is it funny?"

Under her breath, Kelly let out a soft chuckle.

"I'm playing the guessing game right now. Are you lubing those hands for my back? Or are you ready to press them against a different spot on me?"

If she was referring to her ass, the answer was yes. Dan didn't think twice about it. His mind was already made up that the next place he would apply the oil was going to be that magnificent ass. He pressed both palms down, watching his fingers sink into her soft skin. Kelly moaned for him.

"Mmmmmmmmm, there you go. Go ahead and give that arse a nice squeeze."

Following her instructions, Dan squeezed slow and hard. She moaned again with a deep breath.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yes. That's it."

Up and down his hands roamed across ass, applying the lotion across every dry area. Once Dan was finished, her booty was glowing with a shiny bright spot across the left cheek. He grabbed the bottle again. Instead of squirting into an open hand, he hovered it across her back. Down the middle, he squirted three spots. Kelly gasped and spoke.

"Gosh! That is cold!"

Dan was relieved she couldn't see the grin on his face. She gave him a reason to tease her. Setting the bottle back down, both hands glided across her back, smearing the oil across her skin.

"How about that? Still cold?"

"Much better."

Her voice fell to a more seductive tone, almost purring to him. Each hand moved down the sides and then slowly slid back up. Since she turned her head to the left side, the ponytail wasn't in the way. As his hands reached her shoulders, Kelly called out.

"Right there. Go a little bit harder."

"Is that the spot you've been hurting?"

"Yeah. The cramps have been a nuisance."

Gently pressing his palms down, Dan exhaled as he rubbed the spots directly under her shoulders. He slid his hands closer, joining together in the center before moving back out. Kelly sighed in relief as he continued.

"That's it."

"How are my hands? Cold?"

"No, they are just right. The kind of warmness that I prefer. Do a little more and then I'll roll over for you."

The thought of covering her tits in oil made his dick stiffen harder. Kelly had yet to lay a finger on him, yet he was becoming harder than ever from massaging her. As Dan continued to rub his hands across her back, his shaft brushed up against the table's wooden frame. The lavender scent had become stronger in the air. A few more seconds of gently caressing with his fingertips caused Kelly to sigh in relief.

"Thank you, dear. That is enough now."

Gripping the sides of the table, Kelly gently rolled herself over. Dan's eyes became enlarged at the sight of her massive breasts swaying and moving with ripples through them. Laying flat on her back, she turned her head to the right and smiled at him. Her arms remained still on the sides as she watched him squirt more oil into one of his palms.

"You could squirt some more on me if you'd like."

"I thought it was too cold?"

"You know I was only teasing you, love."

The smirk ran across her lips as he looked over her dry body. Not concerned about sticky fingers, Dan grabbed the bottle tightly and hovered it over Kelly's gargantuan breasts. He squirted a few drops over the right tit. As she watched him, Kelly flashed her full teeth in a wicked grin.

"Ohhhhhh! Naughty!!"

Two more squirts and then he hovered the bottle over her left breast and did three more.

"You can't resist starting with my tits, huh?"

Biting her lower lip, Kelly locked eyes with him. As soon as the bottle hit the floor, Dan pressed his hands down onto her boobs. She didn't stop him as he gently fondled them. Her nipples hardened against his sweaty palms.

"They're so fucking huge..."

"I know. You might need an extra hand to finish covering them."

A hard squeeze with both hands caused Kelly to moan softly. The lights from outside the window had darkened. It was impossible for Dan to see the brown hue in her wonderful eyes. Her nipples slipped between his fingers, and he gently pinched them. Kelly's right hand grabbed the bottle, and she held it up to get his attention.

"Cover my legs. Don't worry about my chest. I'll make sure they're oiled up only for you, dear."

Through those words, Kelly hinted that she wanted more than just a massage. Dan lifted his hands and then watched as she squirted several drops of lotion across both tits. The layer of oil made her boobs look shiny in a slick coat. Dan cupped his hands and held them together for her. Kelly moved the bottle and squirted a puddle into his open hands. He immediately smacked them together and rubbed, creating the same squishing noises from earlier. As he moved to the other end of the table, Kelly rubbed her own dry hands against her boobs to lather herself in the oil. She spread her legs, revealing her pussy to him. The wet folds glimmered with tiny wet spots. Staring at it amidst the darkness of the room made it appear as a great opening to an unknown place. The shadows around her thighs are where he decided to begin his massage. Starting up, his palms descended downward. A faint sound of squishing was heard from Kelly still massaging her own boobs as he rubbed her legs. Resting her head on the table, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Dan's fingers went below her knees before venturing back up. He did this again and again, all while studying the wetness of her womanhood.

Sliding his fingers around her thighs, Dan leaned in and blew hot air across her skin. Kelly responded to this gesture by spreading her legs further and inviting him to her pussy. She leaned up just far enough to watch his head move in. If only he could've seen the smile on her face, satisfied by his curiosity to explore her body in a way he had never done before. As he inhaled the aroma of her opening, Dan pressed his lips to the wet folds and slipped his tongue inside. Kelly's hands cradled her own, slick tits. She pulled them apart, creating a small passage that allowed her to look at Dan as if she were gazing through a peephole. When he gazed up, he saw the shadows of her enormous breasts that blocked his sight to her face. He decided to shut his eyes as he wiggled his tongue around inside her. Kelly let out a soft moan that suddenly raised in pitch and echoed throughout the large room. Slowly, he wiggled his tongue around inside her. Kelly gasped, leading him to think that she was about to lean up and take control. Still lying on her back, Kelly allowed him to tastefully explore with his tongue how he desired. It was his first taste of pussy, and Dan was eager to indulge himself.

"Ohhhhhhh, Dan. Take your time. Don't get into a rush."

Kelly spoke soft and lovingly with pure affection. Dan withdrew his tongue and planted a fresh kiss across her vulva lips. His eyes opened and he tried to look up at her, but his view was still blocked by her tits.

"Tell me how you like it. Do you want me to use my fingers too?"

A soft chuckle came from her voice.

"Use your fingers on my clit. If it doesn't slip between your fingers. As for your tongue, just keep doing what you were doing before."

Almost daring him in a humorous manner. She gave him an idea. Dan was hoping Kelly would've guided him further, but he saw no need to ask senseless questions. He raised his right hand and then used his thumb and index finger to grip her clit tightly. She squealed loudly in response.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!"

As Kelly took a deep breath, Dan's tongue plunged back inside her. His sudden move surprised her. Squeezing her own boobs, she began to massage herself as he slithered deep inside and pleasured her.

"Dan!! Ohhhhhhh, god!! Keep going and don't stop! You're making me feel so good!"

Hearing her moan his name aloud like that only made Dan more excited. He wiggled his tongue around, pushing as deep as he could go. The gasp she made had only further reminded him how hardened his shaft was. It was unbelievable to him that through all this time, Kelly had yet to touch him, and his cock was undoubtedly erected at full length. He fought the urge to drop a hand and wank himself. His entire focus was devoted to pushing her limits to the ultimate pleasures possible.

"Ohhhhhhhh!! Daaaaaaan!!"

Another gasp followed a long cry. Kelly's voice was beginning to elevate, raising higher with each second of movement he delivered with his tongue. His fingers clamped down, pinching her clit tightly.

"YESSSSSSSSS!!"

As she screamed, Dan's fingers moved away. He used both hands to grab her hips. His right hand immediately slipped free, making him panic as he snaked his tongue wildly inside her. When he gazed up, Kelly's hands were tucked underneath her tits and cupping them in her palms. The passage between them was slickly oiled, creating a blinding spot in the shape of a line. As Kelly's cries became louder, Dan continued to lick, hoping to be rewarded with the taste of her cum. How close he had come was a question unanswered since Kelly only screamed and shouted in ecstasy. Something tightened around his tongue. What should've been a clear sign to Dan had only invoked more curiosity. Without any spoken warning, Kelly yelled as the rush overcame her. Hot, salty cum flooded his mouth and shot to the back of his throat. No coherent words were heard from all of Kelly's screams. Her back was still resting on the table as Dan's tongue exited her pussy. He gagged and coughed, trying to swallow the cum in one gulp.

"Ohhhhhh, my... God, that was amazing! Your first time eating me out, and you did a splendid job for a beginner."

As she spoke, Dan quickly got up from his knees. Kelly was still gasping for breath, hands holding her tits, when she saw his hardened shaft pointing directly at her. The look on her face shifted, her mouth forming a full grin that flashed her teeth. Dan knew that expression all too well.

"Oh, gosh! Look at that! Your cock looks sooooo hard! I've spent all this time lubing up my chest just for you, dear! Bring it closer so you can fuck my titties!"

Overwhelmed in excitement, Dan immediately moved over the table and bent his knees, straddling Kelly's stomach. Every inch of her massive breasts glistened under the shiny coat of oil. Dan didn't wait for Kelly to pull them apart. He gripped the base of his dick with his slick fingers and pushed it right through. She was still smiling, mouth slightly opening as she felt his cock slip between them.

"Go ahead and start fucking these titties! They are so slick, you're gonna go so fast!"

Kelly appeared to be more ecstatic than Dan. Her words were proven true when he made the first thrust and felt his cock gliding easily between her tits. The sensation overwhelmed him as he began to thrust back and forth at a fast pace.

"Holy fuck!! Ohhhhhh, man!!"

She laughed loudly, watching his eyes widen in complete shock at the feeling of pleasure. Kelly squeezed her tits tightly around his dick and felt every inch glide back and forth. Over and over, he pumped forward as she taunted him.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah! You like that? You like how fast your dick slides between these big titties!?"

Gritting his teeth, he grunted. A squishing sound was created from the friction of his cock moving back and forth between her tits. Kelly was still giggling, becoming more animated with every passing second.

"That's it! That's it!! Ohhhhhh, yeah! Look at you! You're going sooooo fast!! Keep fucking my titties!!"

"FUCK!!"

Another loud laugh came from her voice. Kelly had him wrapped entirely around her finger. Dan may have thought he was in control, but she proved otherwise. Every button he had, she knew how to press and to drive him to this point of losing all control. Over and over, he continued to fuck her tits at this fast pace. The squishing noises continued, but nothing was louder than her powerful voice.

"Too fast to stop! You aren't gonna even try to slow down! You want this just as badly as I do!"

She finally quit laughing. Kelly was still grinning, showing the full row of pearly white teeth as she looked so devious. Dan was barely hanging on, using all of his energy to rock his hips and keep his cock frantically thrusting between her oily boobs.

"I know you want to cum for me, Dan. You want to shoot that hot load all over me..."

Biting her lower lip, Kelly purred. He was still pumping away with every word she spoke. Kelly moaned, locking eyes on him as her voice fell to a lower pitch.

"Mmmmmmm, yes. Are you wondering how I know this? You're my artist, dear. Whether you're covering my skin in oil or cum, my body is your canvas."

Grinning again, her voice suddenly rose to a louder pitch. His cock was still pumping between her tits, only at a slightly slower speed now.

"Are you going to paint my face in white?"

Dan grunted and exhaled deeply to make a growl. He stared into Kelly's eyes and resumed the faster thrusts without answering her question. All she did was bite her lower lip and made a cocky smirk at him. Not once did she glance away. Kelly did everything to drive him to the edge, knowing how to make him blow the biggest possible load. As he slowed down again, she was certain that his explosion was seconds away. Dan groaned.

"Ohhhhh, god! This feels so fucking good!"

"I know it does. I love when you fuck my titties, dear. This is one of my favorite things we do together. You know how I like it."

Through all her dirty talk and taunts, Kelly spoke so soft and lovingly. Dan tried to thrust again. He didn't want to stop, but after bucking his hips only two more times, he knew he couldn't last any longer.

"Kelly, I'm gonna cum any second now."

Her right hand released the grip of her boob, and then she reached between them. Dan cried out as she gripped his shaft tightly. Kelly pointed it at her face and began to stroke him. The slickness of his shaft made her fingers go back and forth so fast that her movement became a blur.

"FUCK!!"

His voice echoed, shouting loudly upon the release. A thick rope of cum splattered across Kelly's forehead and her right eyebrow. Her eyes stayed open as another string of cum went across her right cheek. She continued to jerk him, forcing out thick spurts of cum. Two landed on her right boob. Kelly leaned her head up further to make sure the next spurt splattered across her left cheek. Her mouth was closed to prevent any extra drops from landing on her tongue. Staying true to her word, Kelly wanted her face to be his canvas. A few more drops fell to her right boob. She squeezed his cock, forcing out the last remainder that also fell onto her shiny, slick breasts.

"Ohhhhhh, I know this was a lot of cum. You made a mess on my face."

"You're the one that jerked me off."

That trademark smirk returned to her face only for a few seconds. Kelly blinked as she let go of his cock.

"I just wanted to return the favor after how hard you made me cum."

TO BE CONTINUED