9 comments/ 474497 views/ 17 favorites Lusting for Eva By: mountainbikeman It was an unusually warm October day, and the New Jersey beach was just about deserted except for us. We were by the water’s edge getting splashed by the waves and the kids. Eva, my sister, had gotten her clothes wet, and she had a bathing suit, but there was no place to change except the rest rooms, which, according to my wife, were "smelly" with weird looking people hanging out there. I was a little shocked when my wife suggested that we should hold our blankets in a circle around Eva while she changed right there on the beach. My wife said it looked safe because there was no one nearby, and Eva, who usually seemed modest, surprisingly agreed to it. Being a typical man, I became consumed with the thought of standing close to my sister while she stripped off her clothes. The fact that this was my wife’s idea helped me feel less guilty about the excitement of seeing her sister nude, and the curiosity of which of her delicate private parts I’d see. Of course, they both told me I was not allowed to look. My wife is a little younger than her sister, and they are like two playful friends. I like to see them together, with their similar characteristics - large, sultry eyes on soft faces with slender bodies, rounded nicely in the right places. My wife is 5’4” and her sister is a little taller. My wife's prominent feature is her nicely shaped breasts, and with Eva, it’s definitely her long legs. Through most of the day on the beach I was content to steal occasional glimpses of them, as their activities and movements caused some brief innocent exposures. I had already determined that they were braless, with partial thanks to the sea breeze, which pressed the fabric of Eva’s short cotton top against her hardened nipples, while she stood facing the surf, gazing out into the ocean while my gaze was fixed on her. Earlier I had stolen glances into the wide armholes of my wife’s soft linen blouse while she stooped to smooth sunscreen onto the kids, revealing the bottom fold of her breast and it's large soft nipple against her delicate rib cage. Even though I had seen her breasts many times, there was something fascinating about the fact that out here on this public beach my lovely wife was unknowingly exposed. Anyone with a little patience could enjoy her erotic performance, and she'd be unaware of the lust being generated. Another shift in the breeze opened the bottom of my wife’s shorts, inches from my face as I sat reading. She had earlier changed in the car, and I now realized she hadn’t bothered with panties. The sunlight had managed to peek its way into the exposed area, highlighting a creased layer of moist pink skin and wisps of soft pubic hair. Women's summer fashions never cease to amaze me. When I noticed my sister on hands and knees assisting the kids with a castle, I moved closer, putting myself in optimal position to watch while she dug into the sand. The fluid back and forth motion of her milky breasts almost hypnotized me, and even though I didn’t get to see them totally, the erection in my shorts prevented me from standing for a while. We followed through with my wife’s plan. The kids squealed in laughter as we held up the blankets. I stuck to my promise, mostly because I could see that Eva was scared, and also because my wife was watching me closely, making me think she was going to hold me to my promise. At one point Eva turned her back to me, and my wife apparently wasn’t concerned about me seeing her sister's naked behind because she allowed herself to be distracted by one of the kids. I took the chance to look at Eva. Her ass was as fine as I had imagined, and it’s pale flesh contrasted with the darker tan of her legs and back. She had a small birthmark on her left cheek, very close to the middle of her nicely shaped crevice, and she had no visible hair, although I couldn’t see the area where her thighs and ass came together. When she bent forward slightly, I could see the outline of her right breast and pointed nipple, which seemed to be large, just like my wife’s. I enjoyed noticing the way her breast hung a little lower than usual without clothing to support it, and of course toward the front it was as white as the flesh on her ass. It was a sweet vision, standing only inches away from her, looking down the length of her bare, tan back. The pale top of the cheeks of her ass, the tanned upper sections of her smooth calves, her discarded shorts and panties lying next to her sandy, red-polished toenails are what I remember most. I diverted my gaze just as my wife returned her attention to me. I think she knew I had been looking, but I also think she considers seeing someone from behind less sexual than frontal nudity, probably from back in our teenage days when, on hot summer nights, we’d “moon” passing cars from a hillside hangout along Route 9. Anyway, she didn’t say anything about it. By now my penis was as hard as ever, but being mostly hidden by the blanket, I was able to push it to the side of my shorts without anyone noticing. Eva’s unknowingly erotic performance for me was over, but the vivid memory would never go away. Later, on the drive home, I wondered if I could have gotten away with openly looking at her front by turning it into a joke for everyone. Eva probably would have been embarrassed, but I think she would have gotten over it pretty quickly. But my wife, who occasionally gets a little jealous, might have been hurt. As time went on I got to know Eva better, and we became closer, in the appropriate brother-sister way. But I often thought of the arousing sight of her nude behind, and she always looked sexually attractive every time I saw her since then. Visits with Eva always began and ended with a short kiss on the lips, something I didn’t share with the other female in-laws who only got kissed on the cheeks, but Eva was closer to us. She was not just my wife’s sister, she was my wife’s best friend, and my wife seemed to enjoy the fact that I liked Eva. She actually encouraged me to spend time with her, I think mostly because she didn’t like Eva’s husband, and she knew that Eva always had fun with me. On many visits Eva and I played card games with the kids and anyone else who happened to be around. This worked well with my wife, because she wasn’t a game player, while Eva actually liked to be competitive. Over the years, the love between my wife and me grew, and I learned that I could stimulate her easily during our private moments by telling sexual stories. I described various erotic situations and partners, and of course I always reminded her afterward that she was the only true love for me. I don’t know if she believed me, but I would never mention a real name because sooner or later she might forget that it was fantasy, and I would never want to hurt her. Once, out of the blue my wife asked me if I ever thought about fucking her sister. At the time, I was lying close behind her, with my hard penis in my hand, using it to draw circles around the outside of her vagina. It was warm and wet from earlier, when I had I delicately licked the soft outer folds of skin, gradually intensifying the rigidity of my tongue, using its firmness to leverage along the inside walls of her opening as though its job was to make her tasty hole wider, and as she peaked into orgasm I ferociously sucked and devoured her sweet juices. When I asked what made her think of Eva she said that I was always hot for her sister, especially since the day I watched her change clothes on the beach. Once again I was reminded that my wife is not only pretty and sexy, she’s also smart. I decided that this time it wouldn’t hurt to be totally honest. I let go of the grip on my cock and slowly inserted it into her as I described my vision of Eva’s naked body inside the wall of blankets. Then, I lied there on my side, remaining straight and motionless. My thought was to let her hear my story while my hard shaft was deeply inside her. She writhed back and forth, occasionally twisting to one side or the other, allowing the pleasure to spread inside her. She had become so dripping wet that as I described her sister’s ass I easily poked my thumb into my wife’s own very moist ass. I played with the fleshy opening, while her anal muscles twitched each time my thumb changed directions. When I mentioned the routine of greeting Eva with slightly open kisses on the lips my wife’s moans drowned out my whispers. She didn’t always orgasm so intensely, and amazingly all the while I stayed firmly still. I was in an ecstasy possibly greater than my wife’s, lying there while she slowly glided back and forth on my shaft, forcing a slick steady pressure along the top of her warm canal, working me into a swollen hardness that felt like it extended from my penis into the muscles of my legs and abdomen. She seemed only to need from me a solid, stationary base of support for her slippery vagina to perform its slow dance-like movements. Then, she started to tremble breathlessly, and with my head spinning she pressed her pelvis even harder and my load shot quickly into her womb. The occasional visits with Eva’s family continued, and became more frequent as the kids became teenagers. She had more free time, and she came without her husband more often than not. She called once around the holidays, and told me about her and my wife’s plans for New Year’s Eve at my house. We talked about refreshments and wine, and she mentioned a few of the usual games, and she also mentioned Twister, which surprised me a little because we had never played it before. I became a little suspicious that my wife had told Eva about our sexual fantasies, particularly the one that included Eva. I liked the idea of my sister knowing I fantasized about her, but I had no way of being certain that she knew. Somehow, New Year’s Eve passed fairly uneventfully. Eva had come up to spend the night, but we never had an actual party because my wife was sick, and we ended up getting tired early and going to bed. There were no games played that night, and Twister wasn’t even mentioned. The kids stayed up late though, and when I walked into the kitchen early the next morning, I was happy to see that Eva was awake. She sat there beautifully in her long sleeve nightgown while I stood shirtless in flannel pajama pants, making coffee and eggs while we talked. It was fun talking to Eva, and after all the years, we were at a very comfortable level with each other. When I sat down at the table I noticed the top of her gown was gaping open because of an undone button. She nonchalantly continued talking as though there was nothing unusual, but from my position I had a view of her complete breast, with its large round nipple, which I was now seeing fully for the first time, unlike the partial view I had at the beach years ago. After a few minutes of trying not to obviously stare, the thought that it was the same breast and nipple as before actually made me laugh slightly. When Eva asked me what was so humorous, I pointed at the opening and told her that the view into her gown was too beautiful to ignore. She looked down a little surprised but didn’t make a move to cover herself, seeming to enjoy the fact that I was fixated with her breast. She jokingly said that I was perverted, and surprisingly thanked me for the compliment. The fact that she still did nothing to obstruct my view made me totally aroused, and my erection felt nice against the soft flannel. Acting as though there was nothing wrong, she reached to the table for her coffee cup, letting me watch as the opening swayed wider, allowing me to view the same fluid motion I had witnessed years ago, but now I could see so much more, with the soft round nipple dangling freely, as if begging to be suckled by a loving mouth. Out of nervousness I again apologized, for what I’m not exactly sure. She looked down, lifted her hand, and instead of covering herself, she reached inside, cupping her breast as if presenting it for us to view. The pressure of her hand underneath made the nipple stretch wider, and gave me a moment to savor the porous tip which looked more luscious than any of the food I’d ever eaten in that kitchen. “I really don’t understand everyone’s fascination with these things. It’s just a hunk of flesh”, she said with a smile as she closed her gown. There was a quiet pause, and I could almost see the wheels turning inside her head. “You just sat here for the last five minutes looking at my breast,” she said in that competitive voice that I was used to hearing during a card game. “You should have told me what you were looking at. That wasn’t fair.” She gave me one of her friendly frowns, knowing that she now had the upper hand in this situation. Not being one to let me off the hook easily, Eva continued, “I think you should give me a turn. I’d like to see something. How about those snaps on your flannels? Let me see how they open.” I told her it would be more fun if she kept her gown open. “Oh no, you looked inside my gown for the last five minutes,” she said, smiling, knowing I would cooperate, “and I haven’t seen anything yet.” My nervous fingers shook a little as I opened the first two snaps, revealing the head of my very hard penis, which was pointed straight up. “Keep going,” she softly commanded, in an assuming tone that didn’t leave any option. When I opened the third and fourth snap my penis let loose from the constraint, pointing out to give her a full view. Eva’s giggling reminded me of the times I watched her and my wife together, but now it was me and Eva, and here we were spontaneously drawing ourselves into the beginning of the most exciting game I could imagine playing with her. The thought of my wife walking in on us didn’t worry me. I felt pretty confident that she wouldn’t mind me giving her sister the kind of amusement that we normally only shared with each other. Even though we risked getting caught, we were fairly safe because anyone who walked into the kitchen would only see Eva from behind. She was facing away from the entrance, and even though I was facing the door, the kitchen table would block anyone’s view from my waist down. I was willing to play, and apparently Eva was not afraid that she also could quickly recover, and also apparently without any concern about the nature of our fun. The game became very simple with one rule: we each had to obey the other person’s request, and we had only one minute to enjoy it before we changed turns. When it was my turn I snapped my pajamas closed and then asked Eva to cross her legs, which gave me a nice view of her crotch through her sheer white panties. I detected a small patch of hair, which she obviously kept trimmed. When I told her I wanted to see more she slid her hand up her thigh, hooking a finger under the elastic seam of her crotch, and pulled it across to the other side, allowing me a view of her open vagina, with it’s pink moist layers and soft brown pubic hair above. All the while Eva innocently smiled right at me with the familiar playful look that she usually exhibited with my wife and the kids. This relaxed, nonchalant attitude of my sister who willingly sat in my kitchen with her beautiful pussy exposed solely for my pleasure was excitement I never imagined. The minute seemed to end too soon, but she covered herself promptly (we actually used the second hand on the kitchen clock as our timer). On her next turn she made me open my flannels wider and asked me to lift my balls with my hand so that she could look at them. She leaned close, only a few inches from my hard dick, which was pointed at her face. She paid little attention to it, focusing her interest on the inspection of my testicles as they were cupped in my palm. She reached out with extended fingers and gently squeezed one, maneuvering it softly inside it’s pliable skin casing. After she let go, she stroked the underside of my sack with her fingernails, watching my somewhat violated testicle fade back to its normal position. Next, I asked my sister to dip two fingers inside her vagina to make them wet and then pinch one of her nipples with them. As she rolled the pink areola back and forth the point grew larger. With her eyes nearly shut from her own self pleasure, I picked up the fork from my plate, and she jumped slightly as I touched the outer lips of her vagina with its steel handle. Pressing a little, I separated the outer lips and then slowly inserted it carefully, as far as it could reach. I held it by the forked end, and could feel her vaginal muscles softly working, as the fork tips dug lightly into my fingers. If the minute hadn’t ended just then I probably would have ejaculated. I wouldn’t have needed any stimulation other than the wonderful sight in front of me. When it was Eva’s turn I reopened my flannels at her request, a little embarrassed when I realized she was looking at moist drops that had formed at the tip of my shaft. She asked me to hold it for her. My hand trembled, and she grabbed my wrist to slide my grip lower to the base, so that most of my stiff shaft was exposed. I loved watching my sister with her hands placed gently on my lap, gazing at my fully exposed, very erect penis. Methodically, she used the tip of her index finger to smooth the drops over my helmet as though she were icing a cake. The sensation made me throb every few seconds as she teasingly continued with mock expressions like a mother cooing at a baby. Ignoring the fact that she was past the one-minute limit, she lowered her strokes just below the head’s perimeter, delicately gliding the smooth firm skin of her inside knuckle against the thin tight layer that covers the most sensitive part of my penis. Sliding, lifting, and gently dabbing at my pulsating cock, the sensation of eruption was beginning, and in my trancelike condition I didn’t give a damn about where my semen would spurt or on what part of the kitchen it would land. At that precise moment, the lovely Eva, my sweet, nurturing sister lowered her head with open lips, the playful smile now replaced with a lustful look of hunger, and as the first wave of fluid shot from me, her mouth surrounded it’s projection, catching all of it. She continued down, encapsulating as much of my dick as could fit into her hot wet throat. Her mouth hung on me as I nearly lurched out of my chair. She suctioned my heaving waves, swallowing each of the seemingly unending spurts from my hardened groin, her flexed tongue massaged and clamped my shaft to her palette, and the spurts continued again and again. As I started to feel totally drained, she circled her hand around mine at the base of my shaft, releasing my throbbing cock from her mouth, and then she kissed alongside it, lightly sucking and grazing me with her teeth. I put my hand on the side of her face and stroked the golden hair back across her temple. Her warm cheeks were flushed red, and the playful smile had returned. “I wouldn’t have done this without her permission,” she said. “I was counting on that. You are sweet and sneaky, just like her,” I said as I looked down at the sister of my wife. Lusting for Eva "Madam Kelly's Finest". Paul stared at the sign before entering through the doors. It had been a long two months and he was desperately in need of letting off some steam. He had never hired a prostitute and had never paid for sex his entire life. He certainly didn't need to with his charm and good looks. He was a prosperous business man who was tall and handsome with dark hair and an athletic body. It had been two months since Paul had had sex, though he had plenty of chances, if he wished to take up any of the offers that he received. But he realized that he was getting tired of the same tall blonde women whom he had often wined and dined. For years, he felt that he was having a growing attraction for something different. It dawned on him that he had an affinity for black women. There was just something about the skin tone and the curves of their bodies that drove him wild. But he realized that none of the women in his current social circle were minorities. Also, when it came to approaching a beautiful black woman, he felt his courage falter. Were they interested in white men? Would they decline his invitation for a date? He began to purchase several erotic videos featuring black women, which he found himself watching on nearly a nightly basis. But soon, it just wasn't enough. Finally he decided that he needed to fulfill his need for these women. After doing some research, he discovered Madam Kelly's Finest, a discrete business that offered its clients women of various ethnicities. Paul walked through the doors and was greeted by a tall blonde woman in her 50's. This must be the madam, he thought to himself. "Good evening, sir," she said with a beaming smile. "I'm so glad you could join us this evening. How may I help you?" "Well, I'm looking for a woman..." he trailed off. "Well, we have plenty of those," she said laughing at her own joke. "Follow me, please." She led him to a business office and offered him a seat. She settled in behind a desk and then folded her hands in a business manner. "Are you looking for a specific type? We have a variety of women. All different types. Also they are drug and disease free. They are tested on a daily basis. Please, tell me exactly what you are looking for." "Well," he said, clearing his throat, "I'm looking for a black woman. Maybe a milk chocolate or caramel skin tone." He watched as the madam before him began taking notes. "Also, I like a petite woman who is in great shape. Long hair, large breasts, nice curved ass..." "So, you are pretty much looking for a black Barbie doll. Is that it, sir?" the madam asked, looking up from her notes. "Um...well." "Nothing wrong with that at all! I know the perfect woman who will fit that description. Her name is Eva. You will love her. Give me a few minutes and I'll have her ready for you right away." *** Fifteen minutes later the madam led Paul to a closed door and handed him a key. "This is it," she said. "Eva in ready and waiting for you. You have all night with her. Enjoy." Paul watched as the madam walked away and then turned to open the door to the room. He entered and nervously shut the door behind him. He looked around the room to find a large king size bed, a table in front of it, a dresser and mirrors on each wall of the room. He noticed there was no sign of a woman, but then realized there was a bathroom connected to room. He could hear water running, which stopped after a couple of moments. Quickly he ran his hand through his hair and adjusted the jacket to the suit he had worn to work earlier that day. He stood anxiously, awaiting for the woman to exit. The doorknob turned and out stepped the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. The madam had made no exaggeration. This woman most certainly had the figure of a Barbie doll. She had large breasts with a tiny waist that spanned out into beautifully rounded hips. She wore a pink silk robe that was slightly open and loosely tied. It revealed the curves of the inside of her breasts, but covered her nipples. Also he could see she was wearing a matching pair of panties made of a gauzy material She flashed him a perfect smile and introduced herself. "I'm Eva." She continued to walk towards him until she stood only inches from his frame. "You must be Paul." He looked into her eyes, trailing down to her breasts and finally between her legs. Through the see through underwear he could tell she had a clean shaven pussy. He wasn't quite sure what do or say. "Don't be nervous," she said, as if reading his thoughts. "You can do anything to me tonight." Anything. The words reverberated in his head. He realized at that moment, she really was only his for the evening. His hands reached down and placed his hands underneath her robe to rest on her hips. "I'm looking forward to that," he said, leaning down and capturing her lips with his own. He kissed her gently and then maneuvered his tongue between her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth and caressed his tongue with hers. After several moments she broke away from him slowly and then looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "I want to make you completely relaxed," she said, moving her hand up his chest. "Can I give you a massage? I bet you've never had one where the masseuse was completely nude, have you?" Her hand stopped to rest on his tie, toying with it idly. "Hmmm, no I haven't" he replied, looking her body over. "You're gorgeous. You know that, don't you?" he asked, rubbing his hands towards her backside. "Thank you," she whispered, bringing her hand up so that she could take his tie off. "I love the color of you skin," he continued as she removed his tie and dropped it to the floor. "I especially love the way it contrasts with my own." "I do too," she answered in a genuine tone, looking down at his hands that had disappeared in her robe. She looked back up into his eyes then leaned forward to give him a soft kiss on the lips. "Why don't you get undressed and lay on the table right over there,' she said, pointing to the one in front of the bed. "I'll go get some oil and start the massage." She stepped away and went back towards the bathroom. With that, Paul hurried out of his clothes and laid face down on the table. Moments later he could sense that Eva was back at his side. "I'm going to sit on top of you, okay? It makes for the best massage." She lifted her self onto the table and sat astride his legs, rubbing hot oil between her hands. She leaned forward and started off with his shoulders. Paul watched their bodies in the mirror, enjoying the scene that was playing out. He moaned at the feel of her hands. Not only was she creating a sensual mood, but she was legitimately a great masseuse. He had been massaged by several lovers in his days, but this one definitely had the magic fingers. Eva loved the feeling of Paul's muscles beneath her hands. So far her job at the brothel involved a lot of acting, but she knew tonight it would be unnecessary. Usually her clients included an older crowd who were not very attractive, but this man was beyond handsome. He was a sexy 30 something year old man, and certainly did not have any problems attracting the attention of any woman. Why he came to the brothel was beyond her knowledge, but she was going to enjoy every second of this experience while she could. After finishing his back and rubbing his ass, Eva turned in the opposite direction so that she straddled his back. Her pussy was exposed and open, pressed against his naked flesh. She leaned forward and began to rub the tops of his thighs. Paul smiled devilishly to himself as the beautiful woman rubbed his body. She was clearly enjoying the experience as much as he was because he could feel her pussy getting wet as she pressed against his back. After reaching the bottom of his legs, she breathlessly asked for him to turn over. He managed to flip over between her knees without her having to get up from the table. He was greeted by the sight of her naked beautiful body and her backside facing in front of him. She had had plenty of time to rub him down. Now he wanted a chance to touch her body as well. He reached forward and began to squeeze her deeply tanned cheeks which caused her to arch her back almost immediately. "Damn, baby," he groaned to her. "This is what I've been missing out on." He rubbed in gently, delighting in the sight of her and his pale hands against her skin. "Mmmm, I think I might have a lot more you might enjoy." She sat up and turned around to that she faced in his direction. "Shit," Paul almost felt speechless. He could feel his mouth water as he took her all in. She had D cup breasts that were certainly large on a small woman her size. He had seen many sets of breast in his time and he knew these were the real deal. Chocolate chip colored nipples tipped her round globes. Further down he saw that she had a flat stomach with a silver ring dangling from her belly button. He sat up and reached forward to lightly swing at it. Then let his index finger trail downward. Her pussy was bare, revealing all of the glory of the cleft between her lips. He allowed his finger to continue downward between them, reaching down to her hot center. Eva breathed hard, spreading her legs slightly. Paul continued to let finger roam, and then joined two others with it, slowly penetrating her wet hole. He stroked them in and out, taking pleasure in the mewing sounds coming from the ebony princess's mouth. Reluctantly, he pulled them out and then settled on the budded clit, stroking it in circles. Eva shifted from side to side, gyrating her hips. Paul cold sense she was feeling like an animal in heat, but he was as well. He removed his fingers from between her lips and held them up to her face. "Look how wet you are," he said, indicating her cum that was glistening in the light of the room. He brought it to his mouth and slowly licked the sweet juices from his fingers. "Sweet," he told her, when he had tasted the last bit. The massage on the table had been sensual, but Paul realized he was ready to roll around in bed with the delectate beauty before him. "Come on," he said. "Let's get in bed." "Hold on," Eva said. "I haven't yet finished your massage. Haven't you ever heard of a Happy Ending? I have to give you one in order to make this a proper massage." Paul smiled, realizing what she was referencing to. "How could I pass that up?" He watched as Eva settled back onto his knees and then took his 8 and a half inch shaft in her right hand. She examined it closely, amazed by his size. "You're so long," she whispered, rubbing her fist up and down on it. "And thick too," she said looking back up at him with a naughty look in her eyes. "Do you like white cocks?" he asked. "I love them," she admitted to him. "I especially love to watch them enter my black pussy." She looked back down, concentrating on the size of his cock. He was amazing thick which left her to wonder if she would have difficulty accepting him into her depths. Nonetheless, she would need to feel him inside of her. For starters, she wanted him in her mouth, right then and there. She leaned down and licked the purple tip of his shaft. She circled the mushroom tip with her tongue and then gently licked the hole on top that was slowly leaking pre-cum. He tasted great already and she couldn't wait to have even more. Eva formed her mouth into an "o", and then leaned down to accept all of him into her mouth. Paul groaned, watching her thick lips pass over his white cock. Her mouth was warm and wet, much like he knew her pussy would feel. She bobbed her head up and down slowly, squeezing his length with the side of her cheeks. Her hand reached out and stroked the underside of his balls. Paul began breathing hard. She was good. So good. He could feel himself coming close to climax already. He placed his hands on top of her head urging her on. "Come on, baby," he whispered hoarsely to her. "Keep doing it." She sucked him harder and bobbed her head faster. He sensed he was going to cum and he could tell that Eva knew too. She began to lift her head up, but Paul begged her, "Please, swallow it." And that she did. Three seconds later, Paul' cum spurt into the back of her mouth and she quickly swallowed it all down. It was the best head that Paul had received in a long time. He leaned forward pulling her to him in a deep embrace. "That was so good," he told her. "Thank you." She didn't say anything but remained quiet. Paul leaned back to look at her and noticed a sullen look on her face. "What's wrong?" he asked her, lifting her chin up so that she was looking in her eyes. "I swallowed it," she said. "It's...it's kind of one of my personal rules not to do that on the job. It's too personal. And a risk too. It was my first time doing it with a client though. But, I have to admit. I really liked it." Paul nodded at what she said. He could understand her point. It almost seemed that she was trying to keep some sanity on the job to make herself feel like less of a prostitute. Paul got off of the table and reached for Eva, picking her up in his arms. "Come on," he said. "Let's get into bed." He laid her down on the goose down comforter, following behind her. They lay side by side, facing each other and looking into each others eyes. He placed his hand on her hip and traveled down the back of her leg, pulling it over his own. Then he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Eva threw her head back in lust. Not only was his mouth suckling her breast, but his dick was pressed between her legs. "Ohhh," she moaned. "You're getting hard already." "You like that baby?" he asked, between his mouthful. "Do you want me to give it to you?" "Yes...Hold on a sec." She leaned to the side of the bed and opened the drawer to pull out a foil package. She then moved back into the same position, except he lifted her leg higher up onto his hip, exposing her even more to him. "Put it on," he ordered to her, referring to the condom. Carefully she removed it from the package and then rolled it down his 8 and a half inches. She then sat back and looked up at him expectantly. "Take it," he said. "It's yours." Tentatively, she reached forward for him with her hand. She stroked it lightly and then guided it towards her mound. Eva felt a bit shy. For the first time since she started working at Madam Kelly's for the past two months, she was as excited as her client to fuck. Not that she wanted to think of this man as a "client". If she learned that she wouldn't get paid for this encounter, it wouldn't matter. It was more than worth her while. "Come on, sweetheart," he encouraged her, giving her nipple an encouraging lick. "You can fit it in. Our bodies were made for each other." Eva looked at Paul in the eyes and nodded her head. She thrust her self forward and impaled herself with his cock. "Ooooh!" she cried, when he entered her body. He stretched her insides like no one else had before. Paul grabbed her hips and began to take control and thrust inside of her. He leaned forward and took her lips with his. He kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She accepted it and began to rub his tongue with her own. Soon Paul rolled over so that she was on top. He knew that most women loved riding a man and he wanted to allow her to set the pace. She quickly took the reins and began to ride him hard, bucking up and down. She ripped her mouth away from him and threw her head back to cry out. Paul let go of her hips and reached forward to squeeze her bouncing breasts. He massaged them gently then reached down to squeeze both nipples with his fingers. "P-P-Paul," she stammered. "I think I'm going to cum soon." He decided he would help her along with her orgasm, especially because he felt as if he was about to cum as well. He brought his right hand down between her legs and began to circle her clit. His efforts soon paid off because before he knew it, she was bucking her hips wildly, crying out his name. She squeezed his member with her pussy, bringing him to one of his own. He sat up and grabbed her to him, kissing her passionately as they continued to grind against each other until they fell back into the bed in exhaustion. Reluctantly he pulled out of her and looked down to see their cum, which had filled the condom. He reached down to pull it off and then placed it on the dresser next to the bed. He then rolled back over and pulled Eva to him, kissing her on the head, basking in the after glow. Out of nowhere she asked, "What did you come here?" "Huh?" "Are you married? I know a lot of married men come here because they want a break from their wives." He looked down to see her watching him closely. "Actually no," he answered, rubbing his hand along her hip. "It's kind of embarrassing why I came." Her eyes brightened. "Oh, oh, oh," she squealed. "Tell me!" After much persuasion, from her, he finally decided to tell her the truth. "Well," he started. "I really have this thing, for black women. I have never dared to really approach them so....I pretty much ended up here at Madam Kelly's." "There's nothing embarrassing about that," she said. "I can relate. Truthfully, I actually prefer white men. But it seems never to work out," she sighed. "I don't think they're that interested in me." "Are you kidding?" he asked. "Of course they're attracted to you. Have you looked in a mirror lately??" She smiled and patted his chest. "Thank you. You know, I don't know you, but I can already tell you're a really nice guy." "So," he said slowly. "Why don't you tell me something? What made you decide to get into the profession?" She froze against his chest. She looked down, away from his eyes. "It's not important," she said. He pulled her closer to him, sensing a total change in her mood. "Baby, you can tell me," he murmured to her. There was something about her, but he couldn't put his finger on it. She was a beautiful woman, though he could tell that she didn't quite feel the same way about herself. "I won't tell anyone," he promised. Eva swallowed hard. Everyday, she wanted too scream out about what she was feeling. It seemed he genuinely was interested. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell. In fact, it might make her feel better. "I'm not like the other girls here," she said slowly. "I don't want to be a prostitute. I don't want to sleep with all of the men who come in here. Not that I don't love sex...I really do. Especially with you." She hung her head down and then continued, "I had this boyfriend...he was a complete jerk. It started off good, but then he got really controlling about my life and would just say horrible things to me all the time. He told me I was stupid, ugly, and that I had nothing to offer another man. Finally, I got sick of it and told him that I didn't like the way he was treating me. Well, he got real mad. He started throwing things around and then started knocking me around. He beat me real bad that night. Called me ungrateful and told me if I talked back again, he would kill me. He went to bed and left me lying there on the floor. So after I had the strength, I got up, went out to my car and just drove. Drove as far away as I could. I had no money, no friends or family to turn to. I started freaking out, wondering what to do. Well, one day I was sitting in this coffee house, crying my eyes out, after I ran out of gas and the little money I had in my wallet. This woman approached me and asked if everything was ok. Before I knew it, I was spilling my guts out to her. She told me she could help me out. That woman I met was Madam Kelly. She offer me a place to sleep, food to eat, money, and a job that would make me feel more beautiful than any woman in the world. Well, the first three things were accomplished, but not exactly the last one. I'm still trying to save up enough money to get my apartment. Then I'll get out of here....get a respectful job." Lusting for Eva Paul watched her, amazed by what he had just heard. How could any man try to cause a beautiful creature such as her so much pain? She was so small and delicate, not to mention sexy as hell. If he had her as his own, he would give her nothing but compliments and would try to satisfy all of her needs. He leaned down and kissed her gently. His one hand rubbed down her leg and the other squeezed her side. She felt smooth and perfect. Soon, the kiss turned more aggressive. Before he knew it, both of their tongues were melding in each others mouths. Paul broke away. "I want to make you feel beautiful," he said. Eva looked up at him, confused. He sat up and pushed himself away from her. He rolled her body back so she was lying down on the bed, facing up. He then moved between her legs, lifting her legs up and over his shoulders. "I want to know if you taste as good as you look," he said. He could hear Eva quickly take in a deep breath as his head moved down between her legs. He gave her little kisses on the insides of her thighs, and then blew on her gently. Eva lifted her hips up in an effort to bring his mouth closer to her. "Mmmm," he said appreciatively. "I can see that someone wants to be licked." His tongue reached out and lightly caressed the inside of her thigh, moving closer to her core. When he reached her mound, he let his tongue slide across one lip and moved to the other side. He then pulled back slightly to look at her. "Such a pretty pussy." She was brown on the outside, but a luscious pink on the inside, as every woman was. Already her wetness was glistening and spreading outside of her. He leaned forward again, flattening his tongue against her, licking the cum away. Eva cried out and wrapped her legs tighter around his neck. Her hands stretched above her head on the pillows, attempting to find something to grab to hold her steady. Paul's tongue slithered inside of her, fucking her hard. His dick was rigid and ready to penetrate her as well. However, he wanted to...no, needed to taste her. Also he wanted her to know how beautiful and irresistible she was. He licked her inside, and then his tongue trailed outside, upwards to her clit. As he licked it in circles, he brought his hand up to cup her mound. He then allowed three thick fingers to fit inside her and stroke her in and out while he continued to lick and suck on her clit. Eva's back arched completely off the bed. "Faster," she screamed, rocking her hips back and forth. As his fingers thrust in and out of her, he could hear them squishing against her cum. He loved knowing that he made her get so wet. "Come on, baby," he urged her on. "You know you can do it. You look so sexy right now. You'll look even more beautiful cumming against my mouth." His pace of licking and finger fucking increased. Eva continued gyrating against his hand and finally screamed out. She convulsed for several moments and then fell back into the pillows, sighing in exhaustion. Paul looked down at her and how perfect she looked. It had only been a couple of hours in bed, but he had already fallen for her. It was undeniable at this point, that they would be compatible in the bedroom. He lay back down on the bed and gently kissed her forehead and then her lips. She snuggled against him and within minutes, he knew she was asleep. Moments later, he followed her lead. Collection of my previous stories-all in one anthology.