9 comments/ 70647 views/ 30 favorites Straight from the Street By: MaxSebastian When she spotted the ad in the paper, her heart jumped. She could do that. There was no reason why not. She had been lying on a park bench when she saw it, a page from a newspaper floating in the breeze. It wouldn't have bothered her, but it settled around her ankles in a curious fashion. She picked it up, and was going to simply screw it up and toss it into the nearby trash can, but she paused and thought better of it. There was still a few hours until the shops opened in the city, and there wouldn't be enough shoppers yet to get her enough spare change for a cup of coffee, and on that hard wooden bench in the freezing temperatures, she wasn't going to sleep until then. Reading whatever was in the paper would keep boredom from the door for a little while. The page was full of classified adverts - buying things, selling things, that kind of thing. Not particularly interesting, admittedly, but in her position, she could hardly be a literary critic. With her lifestyle, it got so that even month-old newspapers were more stimulating than the usual sitting in the street holding out a hat. But this time was different, very different. Because this time she spotted something that applied to her. Amateur photographer seeks female model. All fees negotiable. There was an address underneath. Something sparked inside her. She could do that. Under the horrible old clothes and grime from walking the streets, she wasn't all that unattractive. Perhaps this was where her luck could change. "There's a young lady to see you, sir," said the doorman outside the exclusive-looking apartment building, "says she's come about the advert you put in the paper last month." It was a very expensive-looking place. The doorman was dressed in a very smart purple uniform with silver buttons and a cap that made him look part of the military. She was very nervous, because the doorman was giving her dirty looks as he spoke through the intercom to whoever it was that had placed the ad. "She's...uh..." the doorman fumbled for words, "she's a vagrant, sir, a tramp." There was a pause as the doorman listened to the reply. Her heart was in her mouth - if she was turned down because she was a street walker, it wouldn't be for the first time, but she was really hoping for this one. "Are you sure sir?" the doorman was taken aback by something he heard through the intercom. "Very well, sir." The doorman walked back over to her, a big frown on her face. "He says you're to go up, miss," he said, and obviously didn't agree. "Quickly, now, I don't want any of the other residents to see you." "Okay," she said, "thank you, sir." "Up the elevator, there," the doorman pointed as she walked through the marble-floored lobby, "sixteenth floor." She'd never been in such a lavish place as this. She found she was very nervous still - she didn't have the job yet, and in a place like this, she might get more money from this than she could in a month's begging on the street. The elevator whirred as it climbed, the red digital number flicking slowly upwards towards sixteen. She was very nervous: she couldn't remember how long it was since she last took a bath, she hoped her appearance wouldn't put this amateur photographer off. Still, if she hadn't been turned away because she was homeless, there was still hope. At last, a little bell sounded and the elevator came to a halt. The door slowly opened and she found herself stepping out into an elegant hallway with thick red carpet, antique furniture and old oil paintings on the walls. She let out her breath - one of those paintings would probably buy her an apartment somewhere out in the projects. Down the hall came a smartly dressed young man. He had to be a stockbroker or something, because he wasn't too much older than her, and yet obviously very well off. Looked like your typical Harvard graduate, but nice, friendly-looking, smiling at her as he approached with his hand outstretched. "Hi," he beamed at her, "I'm David, how're you?" "Great, thanks," she smiled back at him and tentatively shook his hand, her heart lifted to unknown heights by the unexpected kindness. "You're here about the model job?" "Yeah. I'm Ellie." "Fantastic, great to meet you Ellie. Well come on inside, can I get you some coffee or something?" She followed him through the double doors into an expansive apartment, which was furnished in a very modern style, completely unlike the hallway outside. "Uh...coffee would be great, thanks." She didn't really know what was going to happen, but a cup of coffee in the warm like this was better than what she could normally expect, so anything more would be a bonus. They walked through an expansive living area, with wonderful polished wooden floors and just enough furniture to give that Scandinavian cosy feel to the place. The windows were floor to ceiling, and the view was quite astounding. As David put the coffee machine on, Ellie went to gaze out over a city she'd only ever seen from street level. "Do you take cream or sugar?" David asked her, and she nodded a reply. "Do sit down if you'd like," he said. David brought two cups of steaming coffee over and placed them on a glass coffee table in front of her as she sat on the white couch. She sat on the edge of the couch because she knew her coat wasn't the freshest smelling garment, but as David lounged back opposite her, he told her to relax. "So," he said, "firstly, you are eighteen, Ellie, aren't you? I don't want to sound rude, but I have to be certain, otherwise I'd get in some real trouble hiring you..." "I am," she said, "you don't need to worry about that." "Okay, you'll have to sign a couple of forms first, but that'll be all right. Now, are you going to be all right posing for me in the nude?" She blushed, feeling the hot flush creep over her face and down her chest. Her stomach fluttered as adrenaline surged through her system. Naked? She'd never been naked in front of a man before. Something stirred within her, between her legs - something she hadn't felt in a long time. Posing nude in front of the handsome David might even prove fun. "Uh...yeah...it won't be a problem," she said, her whole body quivering with a kind of nervous excitement. "Most of the girls that answered my ads didn't want to," he said, "and the rest were extremely unattractive," he chuckled, and she found herself laughing with him. "But I have to be honest, Ellie, you are extremely beautiful under all that heavy clothing you have shielding you." She flushed again, "thank you," she said, looking shyly away from his gaze, "but I really need all this heavy clothing to keep me warm." "How long have you been homeless?" he asked, his eyes concerned but not pitying. She shrugged, "a few years, I guess." "You must have had a hard life," he sighed, "but I want you to know that if I hire you, I don't want to exploit you." She nodded. "I don't want you to feel you have to do everything I tell you to or I'll throw you back out on the street." "Okay." "You'll sign a contract, and you'll have rights, of course. If you object to anything, you can refuse and I won't hold it against you. Understand?" "Yes." After coffee, they moved through to another part of the expansive, open-plan apartment, where a study area contained bookshelves filled with financial tomes and a huge desk in front of the superb view over the city towards the harbour. David asked her to take a seat, and she sat in a black leather chair in front of the desk. He sat behind the desk, and reached down into a draw, producing some papers. "You'll need to have a quick scan through this information to make sure you understand what you're signing," he advised, and she did exactly that. It was fairly simple: she was declaring her age and her consent and asserting that she had certain rights of freedom in the deal. "Now, shall we take some pictures?" he asked. "You can show me what you have under all those clothes." "Sure," she said, and blushed again, her fair skin flushing slightly pink as she got to her feet. To keep herself from getting nervous, she felt she needed to keep away the silence. She asked, "have you been taking pictures long?" "A while," he answered, "but I don't normally get to photograph beautiful girls like you." She hid her blushes, as he led her out to another part of the huge apartment where a red velvet chair stood in front of a white backdrop, surrounded by lighting equipment and watched over by a large complicated-looking camera on a tripod. "Can you go and stand by the chair?" he asked her, and she took her position. He reached under the tripod and unfastened the camera, picking it up and securing it around a shoulder with a strap. "Okay," he said, "can you slowly start removing your clothes for me? Drop 'em on the chair if you like." She nodded and began unfastening her heavy grey duffel coat as the camera began to click in his hands. She was kind of surprised that he hadn't objected to her unclean appearance, but this only gave her a little more confidence. She draped the coat over the chair and pulled off her sweater. "Okay," he said, "take it real slow." She looked across to David as she slipped off her shoes. He smiled back and the camera clicked again as he peered into the viewfinder: he was watching her closely, and it seemed, appreciatively. He walked around her then approached closely as she popped the fly buttons on her jeans and slowly pushed them down her legs. Underneath, she was wearing a pair of sweatpants, and as she pulled the jeans down, they came off too. She stepped out of them and heaped them onto the chair. "Wonderful," he said, continuing to move around her, taking her picture from every angle. The loss of her sweatpants was an odd feeling: it hadn't happened for a long time, and it hadn't happened in the warm for even longer. Unbuttoning her grimy white blouse and allowing it to fall to the chair, she felt that tingling between her legs again, and the hot flush of a blush to her cheeks. She was standing in front of a perfect stranger in only her panties and a few T-shirts. Her body had a fairly strong musky scent - she was slightly worried she'd put David off - she hadn't ever been able to afford perfume. But he didn't seem to mind. She pulled her T-shirts off all in one go, and suddenly felt very exposed standing there in a faded old bra and a pair of panties that were fraying at the edges. "You're so beautiful," he said, in little more than an awe-filled whisper. "Thank you," she smiled, "but I think I'd look a little better after a shower." "I love your smile," he said. "Your cleanliness - that can be dealt with. Your smile: that's what's important. You can't get that from such a simple thing as a hot shower." She looked down into the cold lens as he approached her. He was really close and she found herself craving his soft contact, the tingling buzz between her legs sending out electricity all through her body. She reached behind her and unhitched her bra, dropping it on top of her other clothes. "Okay," he said, "hold it there." He knelt in front of her to hook his forefingers into the waistband of her panties. "What were you planning on doing when we finished today?" he asked her quietly as he drew her underwear very slowly down her abdomen to reveal the patch of blonde covering her mound before stopping to take a very close picture. This must have been a very arty kind of photography. He was so close she could feel his breath on her skin. She so desperately wanted him to touch her, but why didn't he object to her smell? "I don't know," she answered, her voice filled with nerves. "I'd probably head down to the harbour, try and get some change from the people going to all those fancy restaurants on the waterfront." "You'd be sleeping...where tonight?" "I don't know," she said as he pulled her panties gently a little further down to cover only her most personal regions, "some doorway somewhere." "Hmm," he said, getting to his feet again, "well if you'd like to stay here...I've plenty of room." "Oh no," she said, "I couldn't...that would be too much." "It's your decision," he said, "but you're welcome to stay here - any time." "Thank you," she smiled again. He looked her over, leaving her underwear halfway down her abdomen. He walked around her, stooping to inspect her and take pictures from odd angles. She found that she didn't mind his scrutiny, and began to really enjoy his close attention. "You're a beautiful girl, Ellie," he said, returning to kneel again in front of her and gently pull her panties down her thighs, allowing them to drop to the floor. She felt very exposed indeed, the air now touching her vaginal lips in the same way she wished David would. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, feeling oddly confident even with the camera lens just inches from her pussy. Was she wet? Would he see her arousal? "Not at the moment," he said dispassionately. "Why ever not?" she said cheekily as she parted her legs slightly to keep from getting pins and needles. "I don't know," he kept clicking away, moving in close to her pussy and then slowly moving away and around her body again, "since my fiancée left me last year, I guess I just haven't felt like facing the risk again." "Oh that's too bad." "Now," he said, standing up and smiling at her warmly, "do you want that shower?" It was wonderful to be clean again, she felt somehow younger, fitter, healthy again. Her hair was no longer greasy, her face free of dirt. David sat on a stool in while she soaped herself, continuing to take pictures as she told him her life story. She quite liked him watching her and taking pictures of her, she had to admit, but when it came to soaping her blatantly stiff nipples and slipping that soft soap bar between her legs, it was bittersweet to rub the aroused erogenous zones while she was in his presence. She hadn't masturbated since her early teens, and the desire was strong within her, but she felt too self-aware to do that kind of thing in front of him, especially with that camera clicking away. "Do you mind if I touch myself?" it came out of her mouth as a thought rather than a question - she was shocked when she realised she had said it aloud. "Uh...no...not at all..." She blushed as she began to rub soap sensuously over her nipples. With her question, she now had to go through with it, otherwise she would look a fool. After a while, though, she began to get into it, dropping that soap bar in one hand lower and lower to creep towards her soaking pussy. He kept taking pictures - was he enjoying the show? "It feels so good to be clean again after all this time," she said. "It must be terrible living on the streets," he said, a slight frog in his throat. "You get used to it," she said, then her heart jumped a beat. "You wanna come soap my back?" she asked. "Uh...sure," he said, putting the camera down. "Well go on then," she said, feeling like a cheeky schoolgirl, "now it's your turn to strip for me. Fair's fair." Slightly sheepishly, he began taking off his clothes, and she wriggled her finger inside her sopping vagina. He was obviously a gym user, his muscles were not large, but nicely defined. He got down to a pair of black briefs, and she grinned at him mischievously, urging him on. Down came his underwear, and his wonderful cock was free. It was a moment she'd dreamt about for years. He climbed into the shower and her hands went straight for his erection, soaping it, feeling it, squeezing it. He closed his arms around her and then his hands went to her jaw, and he kissed her, the most incredible sensation she'd ever experienced. "You're trembling," he said as they broke apart at last. "I've...never done any of this before," she whispered. "Really?" he asked, sounding slightly astounded. "A sweet thing like you?" "It's true," she said, "no one wants to date a tramp." "Well," he said, "I wouldn't mind dating you - if you'll have me." "Of course I'll have you," she smiled cheekily, then groaned as he moved behind her and wrapped her in his arms, touching her cheek with his, lodging his hard, burning cock between her buttocks and fondling her small pert breasts with his soft hands. She'd never felt like this before. Wonderful sensations rippled throughout her body, especially centering around his manipulation of her nipples. She pressed her behind back onto his penis, craving it between her legs, but he just slowly rubbed it up and down gently, luxuriating in the contact. "My God you feel incredible," he breathed into her ear and then began to nibble on her lobe. She couldn't speak as her breathing was so heavy because of the feelings running through her body. His hands dropped to her stomach and then grabbed hold of one of her hands, prizing the soap bar from her fingers. As the water poured down their bodies, he began to soap her body again. Since he was running the soap bar all over her skin, it was so much more intense than when she had done it. His fingers glided over her skin the most breathtaking way, sweeping over her curves in the most fantastic way. His fingers massaged the soap into her soft breasts, and tackled her nipples in an entirely new way that sparked feelings in her that surged through her body. He held her tight in his arms, and she'd never felt so wanted before in her life, and never so secure as that moment in his embrace. His dextrous fingers found their way to the small patch of blonde on her pubic mound, and he manoeuvred the velvet soft soap down around her thighs, hips and eventually, between her legs. She parted her legs to give him easier access, and he washed her pussy, sweeping the soap between her labia and down underneath to glide up the crack of her behind. He used that soap in the most magical way, culminating in powerful electricity flooding her system as he rubbed that exquisitely soft bar of soap against her clitoris. The soap was gradually washed from her skin as the irresistibly hot water tumbled over her curvaceous body, but David kept soaping between her legs, and occasionally up to her breasts, so the friction between her skin and his hands continued to be negligible. After a while, he placed the soap in the soap holder and concentrated on her most intimate region with both hands. The soap was soon replaced as a lubricant by her juices, and another near-explosion tore through her body as his fingers reached her dripping labia. His digit dipped into her vagina, and a surge of feeling swept over her, so strong that she cried out. She felt two fingers exploring inside her pussy, and her body was overcome with the sensations. She'd never imagined it could be like this. She cried out and he held her tight in his arms as she came with tremendous force. Her legs trembled and then she almost collapsed through the intensity of the feelings she was experiencing. But David caught her in his strong hands and supported her until her strength returned. "Are you okay?" he asked her. "Never better," was all she could reply before she passed out in his arms. - When she awoke, she was naked and lying in the middle of the biggest bed she'd ever seen in her life. The bedroom was pretty substantial, too, with the same Spartan-looking furniture that oozed style without being showy. She stood and went to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out over a busy city. The sun had gone down already and it looked as though it was evening. She'd been asleep for quite a while. "How are you feeling?" David came in to find her without a stitch on, leaning against the windows as she looked down at all the tiny people and cars bustling around down below. "Great," she turned and beamed the biggest smile of her life at him, unconcerned at her nudity. Straight from the Street "You wanna come away from those windows," he smiled back, "people will see you." She grinned, and reached for the bed linen to wrap around her stunning figure. "Now, will you do me a favour?" his face was suddenly serious, and a jolt of worry tore through her body - was he going to ask her to leave? Had he invited someone over for dinner? "Sure..." she said cautiously. "Will you go out to dinner with me this evening?" his face was very earnest. Ellie's heart melted and she ran to him, dropping the sheet that had covered her, and flung her arms around him, kissing his lips with real ferocity. She felt as though she was living in a dream world. "I..." he said as she finally released him, "I...uh...I took the liberty of getting you a few things while you were asleep..." He led her by the hand through to the main open plan area of the apartment, where a number of expensive-looking bags and boxes lay on the white couch. "Go on," he said, "open them." She looked at him, puzzled, and knelt down in front of the couch. She took one of the bags - the smallest first, and pulled out a hanger, on which was a garment made of the most beautiful, luxurious black lace, with sexy red trimmings. She held it up to her body, a teddy which seemed to be just her size. "I hope it all fits," he said softly, watching with a smile at her reaction of pure surprise and delight. "It's wonderful," she said, "can I put it on?" "Go ahead - it's yours." She stood and dressed in the extravagant underwear and gave him a twirl, like a model on a catwalk. "Phew," he said, "I don't think any man alive could resist you." "I don't want any man alive," she said, "you're the man of my dreams." He pulled her to his body and kissed her, running his hands over her body, glorying in the contrast in texture of the lace teddy and her velvety skin. "Come on," he urged her, "open the rest - we only have half an hour before our table reservation." She couldn't believe what was happening. Soon she had brand new black silk stockings that clipped up to her teddy, a gorgeous new black dress with nothing less than a Versace label, and a pair of black stilettos that slipped onto her stocking covered feet beautifully. In the last box was a stylish little black hand bag, which went perfectly with her outfit. Inside was a variety of make up of the most exclusive kind, and a small bottle of Chanel Number Five. "It all fits so well," she said after coming out of the bathroom having applied the make up and perfume. "Good," he said. "Now for the pièce de resistance, my dear." From a pocket, he brought out a little black box that was long and thin. He opened it to reveal a string of diamonds sparkling from a delicate silver necklace that rested on a bed of satin. She put her hands to her face and almost screamed in her delight. David acted calmly, carefully stepping around her to fasten the jewellery around her neck. She felt like a million dollars. They heard the buzz of the intercom, and David picked up his jacket from the back of the couch. "Come on," he said, "our transport for the evening is here." Ellie just couldn't believe it. She'd only been with him for a matter of hours, and suddenly she had gone from a hired model pulled straight from the streets to the date of one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. Downstairs was a long black limousine, and a chauffeur in an immaculate uniform held the door for her. A glimmer of pleasure flicked through her stomach as she looked at the expression of the doorman of the building as she passed him. He had looked down on her as a tramp earlier that morning, and now she was suddenly elevated to the status that he could only dream about. The surreal day went on when David escorted her into the most expensive restaurant on the waterfront, one she'd begged outside during many cold evenings. And now she was inside, drinking thirty-year-old claret and tucking into the most wonderful food she'd ever tasted. Their dinner went on late into the night - they took their time as they had a lot to talk about, revealing all kinds of details about their respective lives and experiences. The candles that flickered between them on the table gave them a healthy glow as each could not tear their eyes away from the other. By the time the clock struck twelve, she was beginning to wonder if her coach would turn back into a pumpkin and the magic would be over, but it went on and on, with him taking her back to the apartment. She was not at all tired - partly because she had slept so much during the afternoon. Back in the apartment, they couldn't get into the bedroom fast enough. They were all over each other again, with Ellie removing David's clothes as quickly as possible while they kissed. So desperate was she to get him in the right state that she ripped his black cotton briefs from his body. "Oh, sorry," she said, but he just smiled. "Don't worry," he said, and calmly removed her dress, being careful to drape it over a chair so that it wouldn't be creased. They kissed again, and his hard penis pressed against the rough lace of her teddy. He ran his fingers through her hair as they kissed, and she squeezed her body against his, trying to pull his expansive erection against her lace-covered mound. When at last they parted, both of them had to catch their breaths, and both of them were slightly flushed. Ellie stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bed and David feasted his eyes on her in just her sexy underwear. "You are the most exquisite creature," he said, kneeling down between her stocking covered knees. "I've never ever had such a good time as I've had with you today." She looked at him and was suddenly very uncertain. She brushed his hair with her fingers and said, "I just don't understand why you're treating me like this. Is this because you're paying me to let you take pictures?" He shook his head gently. "Ellie, I can't explain why I feel this way, I've never felt this way before - at least, never so soon in a relationship..." he stammered uncharacteristically, not really knowing how to put into words what he was feeling. "What are you trying to say?" her face was full of worry looking down at him. "Ellie, I think I've fallen in love with you," he said sincerely, "and I think I fell in love with you the minute I first laid eyes on you." It was like a nuclear explosion blossoming through her chest as he said it, and she was sure her heart stopped beating for a split second. Those few moments seemed to pass in slow motion as the realisation of what David was saying sank in. "I know you've only known me for a few hours," he said, fumbling his words a little with an unusual nervousness. "But I really think that if we were to just give it a chance..." he left it hanging, his real need for her plainly obvious in his highly expressive face, his vulnerability at having fallen hopelessly for her was revealed. "David..." she held his head gently in her hands, "I've never met anyone who has ever been as nice to me, as kind or gentle..." His eyes were locked to hers as she spoke, "You make me feel more alive than I've ever felt before, more alive and more safe and more wanted..." He nervously stroked her thighs with his hands as he found out his fate for the near future. "And I don't understand why you've fallen for me so quickly..." "But..." David anticipated her rejection. "But..." she said, looking sadly regretful into his soulful brown eyes, "but I know for fact that I've loved you ever since you first touched me, ever since you first held me and told me how beautiful I was - even after you saw me in the most disgusting circumstances..." David did a double-take, blinking and looking at her again as if he thought he had misheard her. But her serious, apologetic broke out into that heavenly smile as she communicated her true feelings to him through the greatest of human expressions. She stroked his temples and looked down at him with pure love in her Caribbean blue eyes. Such incredible relief and joy and excitement flooded through David's bloodstream as he realised she felt exactly the same way about him, but had been teasing him slightly. "That wasn't fair," he smiled forgivingly, "you didn't have to leave me hanging like that." "I'm sorry," she kissed him briefly, "but this is the most wonderful moment of my life, and I just wanted it to go on for as long as possible." "We've got as much time to keep it going as you like," he said, and reached up to pull her lips towards his. He kissed her mouth, and she felt fireworks all over her body. He pushed her back on the bed gently, and leaned over to run his face up her shapely black stocking clad legs, until he could deposit sweet little kisses up her exposed thighs, towards her lace covered mound. As he kissed her soft skin, he ran his fingers gently over her stomach, adoring the texture of the black teddy stretched over her warm flesh, before brushing the backs of his fingers up over her pubis to caress her most intimate area that soaked through her sexy underwear with her hot juices. "Oh David..." she moaned as he traced two fingers up and down her sodden pussy. The aroma of her arousal was beginning to drive him wild, and he kissed his way to the edge of the black lace, and then gently rubbed his nose and mouth over her abdomen, running the rough material against his sensitive skin, breathing deeply to inhale as much of her thrilling scent as he could. He came to a halt over her mound and then slowly crept downwards, until he got to the moisture of her stimulation. He rubbed his nose in her secretions, feeling her heat through the wet lace, taking in the spicy odour of her sex. "Oh please," she sighed as he pressed his hot tongue to her pussy, tasting her through her underwear, "oh please, David, please..." He closed his eyes and breathed in a great lungful of her fragrance, delaying that wonderful moment when at last all five of his senses would be saturated by her. But he could not hold out long, and nudged aside her teddy to gain access to her beautiful vagina. He was dazzled by her beauty, enticed by her thrilling aroma, driven on by the sound of her quiet moans and heavy breathing and excited to the extreme by the touch of his flesh on hers. Now, at last, he tasted her, placing his tongue flat on her labia and slowly dragging it upwards to the rough little patch of blonde hair. He tasted the stickiness that clung to her tender pink pussy lips. "Oh my God..." she moaned as his tongue delved between her labia, his top lip coming into irresistible contact with her clitoris. He dug the tip of his tongue deep inside her, and she shivered at the sensation as he gently parted her legs with his strong arms and then spread her pussy lips with two fingers so that he could lap at her succulent vagina, reaching in as deeply as his tongue could reach to voraciously drink her tantalising juices. He was like a man possessed, completely addicted to her flavour. He moved his mouth to gently suck her swollen clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, and as he did so, he slid two fingers slowly into her glistening pussy. Ellie held his head and pressed his face down over her clit, encouraging him, urging him to keep up the overwhelming assault on her senses. "Oh David, oh David," her moans became yelps mixed in with the rapid breathing she was forced into as she mounted the irrepressible wave that was looming over her, "oh God David oh my..." And she came with colossal force, writhing and twisting and pressing his head down against her pussy as she came into his mouth, his tongue continuing to control the flood of her juices so that he could taste it all and experience every drop of her sexuality. For minutes afterwards, she held him there gently, and he savoured the intimate contact with her most personal regions, so that when she eventually released him and allowed him to get up on the bed behind her, her pussy was as clean as if it had never been aroused. But her vagina wasn't clean for long: he sat behind her, with his legs either side of hers and his chin resting on her shoulder. He kissed her cheek and put his hands onto her waist, sweeping them up to her breasts to revel again in that rough lace that covered her. He squeezed her breasts gently and took the swollen nipples in between his fingers and thumbs, crushing them in the surrounding lace so that Ellie moaned again and shifted back to press her behind against his upstanding penis. "You have an amazing body," he whispered in her ear, "and I want more than anything to be inside you." "Mmm..." she moaned again, rolling her head back against his shoulder to whisper in his ear, "I want you inside me, I want to feel your big hard cock fill my hot, wet pussy...mmmm..." He leaned back on the bed, and as he did so he held her tight in his arms, lifting her up onto his stomach and chest so that she lay flat against him with his erection nuzzling up against her dripping pussy lips. He gently rubbed his penis up and down her labia, coating it with her juices, and his hands pushed down the straps of her teddy and took up position on her exposed breasts. He shifted his hips slightly so that he could angle the big purple helmet of his penis in between her pussy lips. He heard her catch her breath slightly as the tip of his cock slipped inside. "Slowly," she whispered, "it's so big..." He crept inside her, bit by bit, moving out again each time then just a little bit further. Soon he found his entire length enveloped in her moist warmth, the tip touching her cervix, the shaft filling her tight vagina completely. Gradually, he began to move: little movements at first, varying the direction slightly to take advantage of every possible contact inside her. One of his hands moved down from her breasts to seek out her clitoris again. Slowly but surely, he increased the movement inside her, until he was able to pull his erection all the way out and push right inside with her vagina fully lubricated again. Her breathing and heart rate soared again as he began to push faster and faster into her, judging his speed from her reactions. Soon she was screaming like never before, begging him to speed up. This first real penetration sent her quickly towards climax, but he didn't find it at all difficult to gauge his own timing to suit her. "Oh David," she almost screamed, "oh David, fuck me...fuck me fuck me fuck me..." He held her tightly and rolled her over, keeping his penis deep within her. Now he lay on top of her, his erection squeezed by her tense vagina as he pushed into her from behind. She could no longer see him, but it was so sexy to have him on top of her, and in that position he could get deeper still, pressing right up against her cervix as he penetrated her. He reached underneath her to touch her clitoris and soon she was on the edge of orgasm. With a shudder and a scream the climax tore through her again, and her pussy gripped his cock as it flooded her with hot semen. "Oh my God," she said as they turned over and lay spooned together on the bed, recovering, "that was the most incredible..." she couldn't finish the sentence as she couldn't quite get her breath back. "I love you," he whispered in her ear, and a broad, beautiful smile spread across her flushed, exhausted face.