All thanks to nifty. Let's all do our part, and support it financially, as such a operation is not by any means cheap to run. Any amount is fine, but please let's keep the party going. Thank you and all the best, and this is a work of fiction, although I wish it would happen. Terry
I've always had a thing for Latin women, but for transgender women, it's usually Asian or black that get me literally salivating at the mouth. Watching various porn sites, I cannot count the times I've gotten off to either Thippy or Natassia Dreams. Both are sizzling, absolutely gorgeous, and have me exploding huge loads. Just seeing their picture makes my balls full, and adds lead to the eight inch penis down below. A lot of guys and women I've been with, despite my white appearance, due to my cock being darker than my skin tone think I'm Cuban for some reason. I'll take it, as nothing wrong with being thought of as a Latin lover. Am certainly passionate enough, with sexual abilities and pure tenacious aggression, that have been enjoyed by those I've topped the bejesus out of. Men, women, and transgender women have appreciated my strong tall frame, hairy chest, and long cock and tongue built to satisfy. Even in my 40s I run a 7 minute mile. I lift everyday, hike, swim, bike, and am always engaged in fitness activities. A few military recruiters were sad I had aged out of armed service, but working in bodyguard work is extremely lucrative. I've been doing this for years, and have protected everyone from average Joe's to the rich and famous. Most assignments aren't glamorous though, as a vengeful psychopathic ex husband or wife, will not be handled in the normal ways. You have to be vigilant constantly, as the people who stalk or harass any client, are wholly erratic, unpredictable, and batshit crazy. There's just no other way to put it, as they are so off the rails, that many consider them to be demonic.
The zipline in Las Vegas was fun. Drinking beers that weekend, hanging out with friends in the industry, Sin City certainly lived up to its name. Yes of course we went to the strip clubs, and also were handed cards, to get the numbers of various escort services. Staying at the Mirage was a dream come true, and as a history buff, it made me smile to think of who had stayed here over the years. One of my buddies George, who I had worked with for years, did order a call girl in his room, and told us all about it at the breakfast table. No shame to his game, and he dropped $500 to have sex with a hot Russian blonde who apparently "rocked his world." It was funny seeing him with that cockeyed grin, and his eyes danced mischievously, and he recounted his exploits with Ivanna. Probably a made up name, but props to him nonetheless.
I had kicked back, relaxed, and slept for once. Well refreshed, I had coffee and a decent sized meal this morning. At 10 am I was to meet my boss Sam, and discuss who my protectee was. I already had been tipped off, that it would be an adult porn star for the AVN awards. This was basically the Oscars for porn. A good assignment, and one that would put a lot of money in my pockets. These were the best opportunities, as quite often the industry already had in house security, threat assessment teams, so it was more or less babysitting. A few years ago I had helped bodyguard Jenna Haze. She was a lot of fun, and even tipped me $1,000 for my "kindness." Considering what I was getting paid already, this was extraordinarily generous. Thanks to her, I was able to put more into savings. Plus the event was a blast, and I saw my so desirable Natassia Dreams. She won transgender performer of the year, and all of those hot videos of those audiological music slurping of cocks, or her getting hammered we're all proof of this greatness. Due to my professionalism, I kept my eyes and all senses for that matter with Jenna, but out of my peripheral vision, Natassia made an impression.
Went to see the boss at the hotel conference room. Sam was a grizzled former Idaho state trooper, who had more degrees and accolades, than anyone I had ever met. Looking at him, no one would ever think he was "that guy." Yet the 5'10 and maybe 175 pound dripping wet bespectacled man with grey hair, had multiple awards for merit and bravery. Idaho's Governor had honored him for his persistence, in tracking down a violent felon who threatened highways at night. Sam had written books on criminal psychology, and even had participated in blue ribbon congressional panels, that were on everything from police reform to the war on drugs. He had wined and dined with the famous and powerful, but to me and the other bodyguards, he was simply "Sam."
We all liked his leadership style. He had wonderful people skills. It was such a nice surprise, but he remembered everyone's birthdays, spouses, children and grandchildren's names. I wished I had his ambition, intellect, and photographic memory. Yet what was surprising with him, was his humility. He took care of his folks, which isn't always the case in bodyguarding/physical security type of employment. Twice a year we had company banquets, where our families could join us, and also we had his over the top ridiculous yet extremely funny contests. Sam's intellect and humor served him well, and as I opened the door to the conference room, he had a silly grin on his face. As I walked to his table, he laughed and said "Terry, you've been in this company a long time. You okay with bodyguarding a transvestite for the AVN assignment?" His laugh and slightly derogatory term weren't meant with malice, but rather with his being an older guy, and not current with the times.
Obviously he probably didn't know about my sex life, since he made clear from day one, what we did "off duty was up to us and our standards." We were adults, and only two people were terminated by him since being with him. Let me add correctly, as they acted in unethical ways. I stood there silently, breathed in and said, "Good to go, and ready to handle my assignment." He grinned and handed me a folder, with pictures of the `transvestite" I was to protect. It was a dossier of Taylor, Nelly and aside from the pictures, showed the persons interests, hobbies, height, weight, age, and relationships or current threats. Admittedly I was maintaining my composure, as I had not heard of Nelly Taylor, but this was one smoking hot transgender woman. Great eyes, hair, smile. Nice chest. Wonderful figure. Upon agreement of the assignment, I was to meet Miss Taylor, and made the appointment with her press secretary Laura.
In the meantime, had a down day and looked up Nelly Taylor's videos on my laptop. Whoever was running the hotels WiFi knew what I was enjoying on my personal laptop. Certainly wouldn't use the private encrypted one for work, as separating pleasure from ones job is important. Got immediate wood watching Nelly perform. Oh wow her eyes, red nails, and those seductive lips. She had me all fired up, as I watched her ass get stuffed by a big guys dick, and her sultry Latin accent made me even hornier. She had a really nice medium sized smooth penis, and good sized tits that bounced. My eight inch cock got a lot of TLC from my hand, as I watched these, and soon I had cum multiple times to Nelly. This was going to be a hard detail, pun intended.
What you've heard about bodyguarding from books and movies, is for the most part true. The exception to the rule was the cinematic production with Whitney Houston and Kevin Costner. That was pure Hollywood nonsense, as protectee and their protection maintain a professional relationship. There's spacing done by both. It's not just out of respect, although relationships and marriages could have been destroyed, it's good to have that invisible barrier so you can focus on external threats. Reading Nelly's files, there wasn't much except, a few hateful emails and of course salivating fans. Heck I'm guilty after blowing loads everywhere, as I crossed that threshold, and now I have to get my game face on to protect my client. It's more than a paycheck, it's in my DNA to do this. The mostly male bodyguards feel the same way.
We go through extensive background checks, psychological exams, and hands on training to perfect our craft. We always have to be one step ahead of a bad guy. They only have to be accurate one time, and our careers along with our lives, can be over if we don't tighten up our circle. We study our protectee's habits, and also stagger their schedules, if someone starts to stalk them. Better to prevent the chance, than allowing it to happen, because then the "horse has left the barn." Our defensive tactics courses and advanced firearms/driving classes are intense. We train like we mean it to, as years ago I ripped my Achilles heel requiring surgery. There had been stitches, broken fingers, and ribs thrown in during training, but this served the purpose of toughening us up when engaged in evasion or extreme protection situations.
I had seen my fair share of action. It comes with the territory, and as the years go over the hands of time on the clock. Multiple stalkers, and also I had been stabbed in Los Angeles ten years ago by a psychotic fan, that I had to shoot fatally. Of course the district attorney called it correct, a justified homicide as the cameras and videos showed clearly. The man I protected visited me in the hospital with his family. I was deeply moved, and Sam had as well. He even managed to sneak me in a delicious steak, over the protests of the medical staff. I had healed well, and was thankful Sam put me into therapy sessions. At first I thought "this is bullshit," but not having PTSD was an advantage. The therapist was correct, "unload the baggage rather than carry it." A valuable lesson for all facets of life.
That damn alarm clock. Sounded like a nuclear klaxon. Should have had front desk call instead. Got out of bed, checked my naked body to see if still in good shape. Satisfied but would pump iron again soon, as my triceps didn't look as intense as they did prior. Showered, shaved, and got dressed. Wearing BDU pants, and a nice collared green polo, my Glock 43 9mm was out of sight, but on my mind. In its ready to roll holster, I put on black socks, and dress shoes ready to meet Nellys publicist/scheduling assistant Laura. Grabbed a couple of donuts from the lobby, a banana, and a cup of their coffee. Surprisingly the brilliantly lit and tacky Mirage had damn good coffee. It helped to wake me up, as I drove a few miles to a non descriptive office in a commercial zone. The GPS confirmed it, and I rang the camera door system button.
"Who is it?" I knew I was on camera, and had grown tired of them, as how long can a professional like a model train set? "Terry Green, Impact Protection." The female voice, that sounded like she gargled razors along with smoking 40 Pall Malls a day, said "what's your EIN?" "7859134 employee number pin is 4800." With that the door opened, and as I pictured her, there was the older lady who's face had seen better days. She basically looked like the female Keith Richards, and I was trying to be kind, along with not laughing out loud. Yes even the most hardened of professionals is human, and probably more ate up than the general population. Laura was very kind, wearing a brownish blouse ensemble, that looked like they came from a second hand store. Yet the Rolex watch showed she had done well, as did the whatever carat ring on her right finger. On her left wedding finger was a gigantic diamond. She brought me fresh coffee, and a bottle of ice cold water, which I was grateful for.
"I've heard you're one of Impact Protections most experienced employees." Wow Laura was quite refreshingly blunt, and obviously had done her homework. "Yes ma'am," I responded, with aware eyes that acknowledged her statement. We went over the layout of the venue where the AVN awards was to be held, along with going over my protectee's information. According to Laura, "Nelly was headstrong and stubborn," and drove her last security guy crazy by leaving secure zones to meet fans outside. My poker face stayed on, but then now it made sense why Sam had picked me. It wasn't just experience, it was how I worked with vulnerable celebrities, who liked to just wing it at any place or time. While I may not be the biggest or most intelligent, my ability to improvise was legendary. My theater teacher in high school, was so wrong and he could eat those low grades he gave me. Gargle, gargle, gargle. The razor voice droned on, but I picked out pertinent information from her words. A instructor years ago was correct, that words become images in communication.
I was happy there were no known direct threats, although Laura gave me a photo of Nelly's ex boyfriend Jonathan. He looked quite studious, but apparently he had really "treated her like shit, and was the jealous type, despite Nelly ending it months ago. These tinder boxes sometimes can be troublesome, but more often than not, all talk and no action. Yet you still prepared. There are no guarantees, and a chemical imbalance or bad day, can change the equation fast. Chance favors the prepared mind. Forgot who said that but an accurate statement.
As I finished off the acidic coffee, the door opened. "Hi, I'm Nelly, you must be Terry." My brain went elsewhere as all I saw were seductive brown eyes, long yellow finger nails, breasts that poked out of a shirt, and tan Latina legs that went into black high heels. The smell of expensive flowery and boner inducing perfume filled my olfactory nerves. Time stopped and I quickly regained my composure. "Good afternoon Nelly, yes indeed I'm Terry and pleased to meet you," I blurted out. We shook hands, and her palms were so warm. It was as if she had some unexplained energy force. Normally tattoos on transgender or any women were a turn off, but all of a sudden I was making an exception. She looked so much better in person than on film, and had such a warm smile and inviting presence.
As I continued to struggle, Nelly asked me if I would like another water. "Yes please, sure." Laura gave me this all knowing look, as I could feel her pupils burning through me saying "you know you want to fuck my talent." I stared back, guilty no matter what I did, but ready to do my duties despite the stun factor. Nelly brought the water, and I asked her "when can we go over your trip to and from the AVN, and go over what you're looking for protection wise?" She smiled and said, "does now work?" "Sure!" I was a little too enthusiastic, and Nelly had a mischievous smile, that said "I know what you want." Damn. Never had a man, woman, or transgender woman have this effect on me. Usually it was a cinch to be stoic, calm, confident, and unruffled. That was going away instantaneously.
Nelly and I sat in a mostly empty room. She was on a chair across from me, in that bright yellow short skirt, and perfect olive tan legs crossed. I could see her toenails were also painted yellow, and she definitely took care of herself. Probably a lot of sauna and spa time, and her green makeup on her eyelids made her brown eyes stand out even more. I tried to look normal on the couch with her dossier, and got the rhythm back, by looking into it. Appearing to go over it, she puckered up her lips, and put her long hair up in a ponytail band. Why did she have to do that. Her hands at her side, very feminine, and sitting in a way that showed off a lot of cleavage. At the very least she was a tease, and we started off with some ice breaking questions.
She had such a musical voice, that I tried not to imagine her singing, but mused it must be angelic if she was in a merengue band. Her jewelry was minimal, just a Seiko ladies watch and gold earrings, and she smiled and was playful during this introduction. Bubbly was the best way to put her personality. She was so jovial, and if a biological woman walked by, I doubt they'd guess a penis and balls were between those lovely sculpted legs. Nelly had questions for me too, about my experience, how we'd do physical security during the red carpet walk, and throughout the evening as awards were given out. She was thankful this year, she wasn't going to be a presenter, as she confessed to me "stage fright." In my head I thought, you're naked and getting banged on a porno set." I didn't say anything, but simply continued to go over everything with my client. She was happy that last year, she gave the "transgender woman performer of the year award" to Natalie Mars. I was vaguely aware of that pornstar.
Apparently they were both good friends. With the accent, one could presume Nelly was originally from Central America, but she was Mexican American. First generation, she kept the accent from family and relatives, sadly some of whom disavowed her due to religious and other beliefs. Yet Nelly believed in herself, and she explained the transition process, along with deep down she knew she was born a woman. The plastic surgeries for her boobs and lips were painful, but according to her ultimately worth it. She owed a lot of thanks to gay males, lesbians, and fellow biological women for accepting and teaching her the ways of being a lady. Apparently they schooled her in how to walk, carry herself, or even select the proper ensemble. Damn I was glad to be a dude.
In junior and high school, other kids were mean to Nelly. I inquired about her name. She always loved Elizabeth Taylor, and her first name, came to her in a dream. It was there she brought these together. I asked to see her drivers license. Sure enough a California one, with that name listed as a female, 29 years old, 5'7, 145 pounds. Good for progress, although sadly I knew that some gay males were very cruel to transgender women calling them "shims " as a derogatory term. While I could be an asshole sometimes, I couldn't imagine treating this sweet person anything but with kindness. My blood boiled that she was subjected to such harassment, and acknowledged it. She simply shrugged that "she was over it," and that getting in the adult film industry provided her confidence and good income. Sure enough she wasn't lying, as she showed me the red BMW coupe she owned out front, and apparently she bought a expensive condo in Malibu, California. Tonight and for the next few days, she'd be staying at a luxury suite at the Palms. Legendary place and I wondered what that cost per night.
Laura came in, and without my knowledge, Nelly had made sure we had a lunch of delicious sirloin steaks, salads, and vegetables. I was brought a cold Stella beer, while she had white Zinfandel. We had a "working lunch," and unlike most clients, she asked about my personal life. It was strange as most wanted to know of my capabilities and war stories. Sure she asked what kinds of equipment I carried, but she smiled at me several times "thanking me for being with her." I accidentally blurted out "it's my pleasure " instead of the industry "it's a honor." Hopefully she didn't catch that. Or maybe she did, as we ate our tasty entrees, getting to know each other more. She was very assured of herself, and extremely intelligent. Yet she didn't need to brag about it. Always one of my favorite qualities, and after lunch she apologized about having to "end our time for her hair to be done. As I shook her hand upon rolling out she hugged me. Hopefully she didn't feel my eight inches of hard cock, but as I watched her get in that German sedan, she winked at me.
Having the whole day to myself, and with my balls full, I knew what I had to do. It was irresponsible for me to lose my composure around my client. Sure I shouldn't have watched her movies, but this was the most difficult assignment ever. Plus the way she treated me was well, human. Quite often we were subjected to polite indifference at best. This was refreshing. A few hours of jogging and lifting in the Mirage gym, I was beyond pumped up, and showered. Walking around the shower area to put my clothes back on, a few guys were sizing me up and down. I didn't mind, but had another play call to decide on. Just like every other single man, and plus in Vegas, I had opportunities for in call entertainment. Prostitution was "illegal " except for places like the not too far off Bunny Ranch Brothel, but rarely did the police enforce the laws against it. Obviously the easiest way to get arrested is by publicly soliciting it, smart guys do their bidding by credit card and online.
Although yes my head was spinning somersaults for the Latin Nelly, I needed a ebony transgender woman to spend an evening with as company. It had been awhile, and I got on my personal computer again, and found the one I wanted to spend tonight with. Stormy was 23, 5'6, 140 pounds with a dark complexion, blonde dyed hair, and 34D breasts. Her profile was hot, and from fellow men reviews who had called upon her, high marks in every possible feature. I had to cum, and while masturbating takes care of the itch, I was well past that point and needed to get laid. After a few minutes of making a appointment time, I ordered dine in, a hamburger and also had champagne delivered for my visitor set to show up at 7 pm.
Obviously with bodyguarding, I had been all over the world, so this wasn't my first walk in the park. Thailand and the Philippines were incredible, but stateside had been mixed results. Plus it cost a lot more here. Over in Asia, I could have the most stunning transgender woman for $50 American bucks for the entire evening. Plus it was up to me if I wanted to wear protection. Condoms were a drag, but I got it, as a transgender lady was at a higher risk than I was as a top. Still even for me there were STD risks, and better safe than sorry. As the noise from the door knocked, I looked through the peephole. That was Stormy, and the forecast was looking pretty sweet. A whole evening of fun was definitely called for. As the creaking door opened, her perfume wasn't the high end of Nellys. Yet it worked for me, and what a lovely smile. Kind of had a Gabrielle Union look.
I introduced myself, and as a kind gesture, gave her a bouquet of flowers. Stormy already had been paid for, with a couple hundred dollar tip coming her way, but it's awkward that first encounter. Yet it's also charged, as Stormy had to put in the effort, and had no clue of how hung I was compared to the average white guy. It was going to be earned pay, as we kissed, and sat down on the couch together. She definitely was cute, wearing a purple top that showed her boobs off, and a little black skirt that highlighted that nice ass off. Baby got back. I so wanted to get in that ass, but of course got things started with the champagne. Drinking and chatting, Stormy was fun, and as our tongues collided with her fake purple nails on my shirt chest, oh we were going to fuck like wild animals.
I kissed her with my rugged jaw, muscles extending to take her outfit off. It was pure determination to see this Nubian in the flesh. Soon I was kissing Stormy and her top was off, and I sucked on her breasts. She had glitter on them, and soon I had that shaved penis in my hand. A nice and smooth stick, with soft balls and a squeezable ass. Her tongue on mine, she ripped my shorts off and started feeling my penis up. Stormys eyes said it all. She wasn't expecting that. A lot of transgender women, even those who work the streets or hotels, want a less than well endowed man, but tonight that wasn't going to happen.
Soon my cock was in Stormys mouth. I also appreciated the tit job, as my white penis between her boobs contrasted nicely. It felt so good, as did her going down on me. She sucked me hard as if I was going to cum right there. While it felt amazing, and she was able to unleash globs of precum, the big event would take some time. Especially as I indicated it was time for us to fuck. Dammit she had a condom, and put it on my hardened penis. While anal with that on still feels good, that's what makes it decent but not ball tingling full bodied heat. I pummeled Stormy from behind, making that hole gape with lube. It was a pleasant surprise, but in a few minutes Stormys cock erupted, as I was hitting that prostate hard. Hearing the scream of that voice pleased was good, but I had more pumping to do.
It takes a lot of effort to ejaculate into a condom. While I enjoyed watching my wrapped penis go in and out of Stormys black hole and play with those tits, I had her ride me. As she went up and down on my shaft, I whispered to her to play with my balls. Oh yes. Those long purple nails and warm palms were on my sensitive sack, and quite suddenly, my body jerked and I exploded with gusto. Sweat down both of us, we kissed and showered together. I played with her breasts and cock in there, and we soaped each other up. It was one of my favorite pastimes. Seeing the water roll down her blonde hair, black skin that was dark in hue, and boobs was a thrill. We had round 2 a little while later, before I thanked her for her time, and slept like I hadn't for weeks. Who knows maybe months. Plus I was going to need my rest, and perhaps less ball batter, so I could focus on doing my job.
Waking up feeling spry and sharp, I knew today was the big day. Sam had emailed me, to see if the set was secure per my standards. I had done some of this work with a colleague, who once was a navy seal, and he concurred that the AVN awards at the Palm lobby was as secure as possible. A private uniformed company was brought in with metal detectors, guests were verified and background checked, and also there was a Rapid Response Team hired by the porn industry. I went over to Nellys room after a phone call with Laura. There Nelly radiated the room. What a beautiful and stunning transgender woman. I had to focus though, as she was my responsibility. She greeted me with a hug and that endearing smile, a whiff of her flowery feminine scent took me off guard. Yet I maintained my stern approach and familiar routine. Off duty K9 teams were sniffing for explosives downstairs, as was tradition, as the AVN pornography awards receive complaints, less than exemplary emails, and threats from various mostly religious fringe groups. Most of these are empty, but all it takes is once.
A very effeminate gay man and young lady were finishing up on Nelly. She wore a tight leather top, with those D cups really showing off. A plaid skirt with, what can you call them but "fuck me boots." Attendants were fixing her long hair, applying makeup, and the black nails and emo look were quite a contrast. She definitely stood out and those legs just sizzled. To be holding on to them. I quickly got my brain in gear, as Laura looked older than ever. She went over Nelly and the other performers walk on the carpet, their seating assignments, and rendezvous spots if an emergency was declared.
Photographers were lining up. Fucking paparazzi. They and probably a bunch of perverts. Fans were cordoned off on the opposite side of the street. Nelly asked me to be close to her, but based on my experience, she didn't complain too much when I decided to scope out the non vetted throngs at eye level as she walked on the carpet. Instantly my training kicked in, as police and security folks joined me. You probably guessed it. We were looking for signs of a gun, or strange body language based behavior. The throngs cheered as Nelly stepped out, and as I looked towards the people, apparently she must have waved to them as she strolled into the famous glitzy hotel annual event. All was good, and although I didn't relax, I took my seat at a perpendicular angle to Nelly so as, to shield her and take defensive measures as needed. Although we had only talked once, and met just briefly tonight, there was something about this lovely transgender woman I could not explain.
Just like other years, the light effects were great, but I focused on access points and the beams above. Nelly seemed to enjoy herself, as did porno stars from all parts of the industry. Of course I recognized a lot of them, but they did seem to get younger. They did have a lot of categories, and even the production crews got VIP seating. The vetted folks who paid who knows how much, were layered back, but still able to see their favorite adult movie stars. Expensive clothes, drinks, and the smell of money filled the room with its familiar aroma. It could be described as sleazy and classy. Strange but it paid the bills for the stars, and by default for small fish like me, that were ready to defend my client at all costs necessary.
An hour in, no major snafus, but a guy from the audience caught my attention. I let some of the other bodyguards know, and soon this older white male wearing only boxer shorts yelling some made up words was subdued. This wasn't the first mentally ill's nut job, trying to interfere with a adult film event. He was taken to a local hospital for evaluation, and while this increased tension, eventually I was able to return next to Nelly. The lights off and performers on stage disabled my view on her, but I could smell that floral aroma, or hear her musical laugh to determine she was completely okay. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and I saw her hug some male coworkers who were lucky enough, to get paid to be all over her. Also other transgender adult stars stopped by to spend time with her. For awhile, her and Korra Del Rio sat together.
This year's transgender performer was Daisy Taylor. Definitely good looking, with her short brown hair, and plaid suit that was too little and revealed so much. All of the categories were completed, and Nelly wanted me to follow her back to her office for a drink. Usually I don't as after protecting a client, I need time to clear from all people, to bring my equilibrium back to normal levels. Yet I made sure my rental stayed with Nellys limo she had rented. Late in the evening Barbara wished us good night, as Nelly and I drank together. She smoked a feminine looking cigarette, and we laughed about the night's entertainment. She thanked me for looking out for her and everyone, I just acknowledged that "this is my job." Nelly looked down for a minute and said, "do you have a girlfriend?" "Nope." "A wife?" "Nope." Bodyguard work was long hours and a lot of traveling, and soon I felt her holding my hands, saying how sorry she was this lonely career. They felt comforting despite the uncomfortable tension, as while slightly in the clouds, my friend from down below was reminding me of his existence.
As we drank, Nelly shocked me, by asking me "what are your plans?" "Well I'm going on a vacation for two weeks. Boss decided I needed a break." She lit up another one of her long thin cigarettes, took a sip off her wine glass. Damn it that red lipstick on the glass. A good and bad thing same time. A curse and a joy. Our hands together, the collective heat. She put her hands on my shoulders, giving me a reassuring massage saying "that's nice of him. Maybe I can give you a proper send off." Did I hear that right? That sultry Spanish accent through me off, but that became evident fast, as she looked me in the eyes. Her expression softened yet those eyes confirmed what she said more, as soon one of her legs was on top of me. "Terry, I want you baby. Now."
As I felt up her tan legs, we kissed passionately, the temperature rising to something off of the periodic table of elements. Tongues together, hands, and our heartbeats connected fast. That smell of her perfume, I grabbed her neck, kissing her with lust that came out of the cosmos. Damn her lips were so warm. So inviting. We made out on that couch, and soon I noticed she had take her shirt off. Those big tits with nice nipples that were hard, and in between her dress I could see the bulge in her pink panties. Heels off, soon dress off, she had my shirt and pants on the floor. Nelly said "oh my god," and as I looked down my gigantic cock was protruding through the orange low cut briefs with a huge precum puddle going through the material.
Watching her hands go into my underwear, I played with her boobs, and massaged that beautiful shaved penis of hers. Nelly moaned. As she took my hardness in her mouth, I fingered her hole, and added lube, as I just had to take her. She was smiling, speaking Spanish, and sucking my cock with so much affection and dedication. It was magic. Bliss really, as I had experienced great blowjobs, but this was the pantheon. Oh wow she took it all in her mouth, and rubbed our penises together. I mashed my hardness into her soft shaved balls, and told her to "bend over."
It was no problem for her to comply. She was buck naked, and I entered her rear end slowly. Due to her factory hot settings, and her clenching down on me, I experienced manna from the heavens, as my eyes rolled up in pleasure. I smacked her cheeks and grabbed them, and soon I was fucking her on the couch. Inserting in her as her boobs and cock bounced, and our eyes and mouth connected was intense. The smell of our respective perfumes and colognes, pheromones, sweat, and body odors of sex permeated the air. We were dialed in, and soon she was on top of me. She was so feminine, and I loved her nails digging in my chest, and I played with her boobs and dick, and was rewarded by globs of her cumming all over my chest and washboard right belly.
It was if we were a symphony orchestra, a tandem, and our passion was so intense and moving. The humming of machinery as she continued to go up and down my penis, and it drove me crazy when she massaged my balls with her tenacious fingers. She had my taint for awhile, and it was only a matter of when now. My insides buckled as my cock seemed to grow immensely. Soon I could feel my testicles tighten, and with that a release of sperm that was like Niagara Falls. Oh yes I had bred her and then some, as what seemed like gallons flowed out of that rear end. She had an angelic yet naughty smile, as I cried out in happiness. I had just had the experience of a lifetime, and as we cuddled together kissing, Nelly had this beautiful smile. She asked me, "could you be my protection every year and more, as I really dig you Terry." All I could do was smile, kiss her soft lips, and say "yes."