"Then you don't agree with him," Allison said, clasping her hands together to stop their shaking.
"I said I wanted to."
"But do you?" she insisted. What was wrong with her: why was she reacting to him so violently? She had bedded down with a dozen just like him, probably better. Was it because the Count had taken away all of her guilt suddenly? She could take this man to bed and fuck him for all she worth and not owe him a thing, or owe herself. For once she could admit that she had some feeling for a man that went above his belt buckle. No, it was ridiculous. He was just another cock. He was speaking, but she missed his words. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"
"I asked you if you'd care for a drink?"
"Oh… yes, a little sherry, please."
"Have you ever been in love, Allison?" he asked, moving to the bar.
"Do you mean have I ever been married?"
"I didn't say that. I asked if you had ever been in love."
"Sure," she said, suddenly letting the old, flip quality come back into her voice as she continued to stare at him. "Every night."
"I'm sorry I asked."
She lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry I answered that way. I've been loved, I think, a few times… but, no, in all honesty, if that's what you want, I don't think I've ever felt love."
"Neither have I," Gray admitted. He moved over to where she was standing and, taking her face in his hands, gazed into her melting eyes.
"Do you really want that drink, Allison?" he said, looking deeply into her eyes.
"No."
"Neither do I."
He kissed her lips and tasted them at the same time. They tasted good, very good.
When their mouths parted, Allison touched his cheek tenderly, and said, "You're such a beautiful man. And you seem so sad all the time, thoughtful. I've wanted to make you happy since the moment I first saw you. This may sound silly, but I think I really have feeling for you, and I don't know why."
Gray kissed her fingertips and, circling her with his arms, pulled her hard against him. His lips sought hers again, for a bruising second kiss.
"Gray… oh, Gray…" Allison whispered. "Do things to me. I'll let you do whatever you want to do to me."
Her hands unbuttoned his shirt and then they were on his broad chest, twirling and twisting the blond hair.
He kissed her neck and put his hand under the bottom of her dress. Her thighs were warm and soft. His hand raced up them, caressing her thick pussy-mound through the crotch of her flimsy panties.
They undressed each other, piece by piece. Soon their garments were stripped away and they stood, studying each other's perfection with wanton eyes. Then they came together and rolled onto the bed in each other's entwining arms.
Gray cupped her full tits, one in each hand, and rubbed the hardening nipples with his palms. They were perfectly round and remarkably firm considering their weight and their size.
Her whole body was perfect, a gem. It was supple, firm, and wonderfully smooth, as if it had been created by a sculptor out of soft, textured marble.
Gray continued to play with her mammoth tits, and kissed her face as he pressed his rigid cock into her inner thighs. She was hot. Her silken flesh felt as though it would scorch the head of his cock.
What about her cunt?
Was it as marvelously formed as the rest of her? He slid down the front of her, pausing briefly to poke his tongue into her navel. Then he was prowling between her thighs. As his face came into contact with the soft, sweet hairy labes between her quivering thighs, he knew that she was, indeed, a gem all over.
Two pink pussylips peeked out from a tangle of soft blonde hair, and his fingers probed. The lips divided, revealing a pink and puffy interior.
As his tongue and his mouth began to explore, he heard her sharp intake of breath, and felt her sticky juices cascade from her cunt-hole and run in tiny streams over his chin.
He groaned. He loved the taste of her cunt, a bittersweet taste. He also loved the aroma, an indescribable smell that seemed to spur him on to suck and lick her snatch all the harder.
"Ohhh, yes… yes. I… I like it, Gray, but I'll probably come right away, too quickly, if you keep doing that to me."
Gray retracted his tongue. He wiggled back up on top of her, kissing her yielding flesh all the way. His prick was on her thighs once more, hot and throbbingly heavy with lust and need.
"Is that thing down there as big as it feels?" she whispered.
"Well, it isn't fourteen inches like the porno king downstairs," he said, chuckling, "but I've never had any complaints."
"You won't get any out of me, either," she said, her face a mask of seriousness. "When I saw that woman Claire leading him up the stairs, I saw myself for some reason. I don't think I liked it. But I do think I'll like this."
"You're beautiful," he sighed.
"I want you, Gray," she said. "Inside me. Now… please… hurry."
He would fuck her slowly, he decided, and with tender care. He would fuck her much like a loving husband fucks a loving wife when they still love each other.
Using his hand to guide his cock, Gray pushed into her cunt. Her crack expanded to accommodate his hard, thick cock, and he managed to bury nearly all of it inside her hole. Her pussy was ideal for what he intended to do. It was tight enough that it clutched his prick on all sides. It seemed to get even tighter with each thrust.
Gray rode her body as though their screw would last forever. He would withdraw his prick to the very tip, then gradually send it back in her cunt until his balls bounced lightly against her soft butt-cheeks.
Allison emitted a series of enraptured moans and clawed his back with her nails. Time and time again her sharp, white teeth chewed tiny bites on his shoulders and neck.
The passion and the tension mounted as the minutes passed. Long after they would have climaxed under normal circumstances, Gray was still going strong, sliding his hard cock in and out of her wet, narrow cunt.
"Gray… oh, Gray… it's never, ever been like this," Allison panted, her eyes glazed and her body coated with perspiration.
This was pure, brain-dazzling sexual joy for both of them. Often Gray was forced to come to a dead halt and to nestle, absolutely motionless, within her. If he dared launch a single stroke, he knew he would come.
He again withdrew until just the head of his cock remained between her sweet, clasping cuntlips. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"Nothing," he replied. "Believe me, Allison, nothing. You've just got me so hot I'm having one hell of a time controlling myself. And for a gigolo like me, that's very embarrassing."
She opened her mouth and her laughter joined with his. "We're pretty shaky for a couple of pros, aren't we?"
"I love you," he said, letting his cock slip out of her cunt.
"Don't!"
"Don't what?"
"Don't say that… not yet."
"All right."
"Put your cock back in me!"
He moved back on top of her as she slid beneath him. Her legs parted again and wrapped around his hips. She drew them ever closer to her own. With her hand, she guided his pulsing cockhead to her feathery cuntlips.
He moved forward slowly, letting the thick crown again separate and enter her moist hole. Slowly he began moving his hips, giving his cock to her little by little, letting her hips tell him how much and when. Finally some of the tenseness left her body, and he felt his prick slide farther and farther into her satiny cunt.
When he could go no further, he set himself hard against her and fucked slowly, hips gyrating with precision, his cock churning within her soft cunt walls in order to bring her to the fullest point of arousal. She countered by matching his rhythm and motion with her own hips, and letting him know the pleasure he gave her by moans and little gasps.
Gray lifted his weight from her, balancing himself on his elbows, and looked to see the concentrated rapture on her face. The light from the window played across their bodies, giving the whole scene a sense of unreal proportions. Slowly the perspiration rose on their bodies from their mutual efforts. It further reflected the light, giving an otherworldly quality to their fucking.