Her face is blank, as if she's hypnotized. The blouse comes off and falls to the floor. I walk over and unzip the skirt, letting it fall too. I move
her so she steps out of it.
She's wearing black lace boy shorts and a black lace bra. Nice. I reach over and squeeze her tits, kneading them like dough. My cock is alive. Her hands are on my boxer briefs and they go underneath the waistband. I feel her hand brush against my cock and then wrap around it. She grasps my shaft and her eyes go fucking wide.
"Jesus, Prin-" I cut her off before she can continue.
"Call me Derrick, love," I say softly. "Derrick Blaine."
My boxer briefs are on the floor now and my 11-inch anaconda is pointing at her. Thick and fucking hard. I unclasp her bra and she unceremoniously casts her panties aside. I let my eyes wander over her hourglass figure, and I just know there’s no escaping this - I have to fuck her, come hell or high water. And this is going to have to be fast. I turn her over and she gets on her hands and knees on the chair that she was sitting in not five minutes ago.
See? All I needed to do was smile, use my accent, my reputation, and my body to get her to fucking take off her clothes.
But even if that didn't work - there was always the secret weapon.
My monster fucking cock.
I reach into my jeans on the floor and grab a condom. Never fucking leave home without them. I waste no time in slipping the rubber on my shaft. This is no time to being coy and sexy. We probably have at most fifteen minutes.
"Prince...uhmm, Derrick, we shouldn't be doing this," Mindy protests.
Bingo. They always protest. The wife of the mayor protested once just as I was about to enter into her. So I pulled back. She realized what was happening and wrapped her legs around me. We fucked for hours on his bed.
"Have it your way, love," I say, slapping her ass and pulling back.
That's too much for her. She reaches over and grabs me by the hand. I come willingly. She places my hand on her breast, the warmness of it spreading to my skin. I squeeze it, grabbing at its firmness with an eagerness I can’t even fucking control.
"Don't go," she whimpers.
That's all the invitation I need and, thrusting at her, I push my cock deep into her cunt. She's not tight. I can tell she's a slut. But I'm not a choosy man this morning. Who the fuck cares if she’s not a virgin? I didn’t roll out of bed looking for one anyway.
"Oh, fuck!" she moans lewdly as my balls start slapping against her ass, my cock making a lewd suction sound as it goes in and out of her.
She's moaning loudly. Maybe too loudly. As the sound of her moans hit my ears, her whole body starts to tremble - she's cumming, and she’s cumming hard. To be honest, I don't really care. Good for her, I guess. I reach over and squeeze her tits again. I look over. Her face is too contorted by lust to care about anything else.
This is going to have to be quick. I speed up my thrusts, my thighs slapping against her ass harder. Is she going to cum again? It’s an idle thought. It makes no difference to me.
I hear a beeping and I look around. Not sure what's going on.
The camera is blinking red. What the fuck does that mean?
"Derrick," Mindy's moaning. "Harder."
I thrust harder, an undeniable tension filling all of my muscles. I'm not going to last much longer.
"Fuck!" Mindy's moaning.
I can hear commotion outside. I need to finish. I can feel the electric tingling in my balls. I'm about to cum.
Three more thrusts.
Two.
One.
I grunt savagely as I cum into the condom, a shiver going up my spine as pleasure hits me like a fucking brick. Mindy's panting. Her eyes are closed and she's cum at least two times. My body's shivering slightly and I feel my cock convulse as it keeps spurting cum.
I usually cum in quarts - but I don't get a chance to look at the Magnum because the door bursts open.