Gorgeous Models Fuck, Too

She just grinned and pressed her cunt up against me and wiggled back
and forth. I realized how lucky I was. This is about the best looking
woman in the world with a body that is absolutely as good as it can
get, and, she's hungry for more sex, and, I'm the one she's settled on
to provide it. It took a little while but my cock finally started to
respond a little. When Stacy felt that, since she had been massaging
and pulling on it for a while, she moved around and started sucking on
it.

"We've got to get this little bugger up and ready again," she said
with a grin just before getting her lips around it again.

Well, she sure succeeded. It was up and hard again when, still
grinning, she straddled me and mounted it. As she moved her bottom,
grinding away on me, I propped myself up enough to get my mouth to
those lovely breasts. I held and licked and sucked one, then the other
while she kept riding my cock. I knew I was going to last quite a
while this time so eventually I leaned back again and reached out with
one hand to start diddling her clit, right above where my cock was
disappearing and reappearing in her cunt lips.

"Jimmy, that's going to get me to orgasm awfully quick," she said,
still riding me. I kept it up and soon she was going sort of stiff and
moaning loudly and I could feel her leaking out all around my cock. I
sort of rolled and pushed and pulled her a little and got her on her
knees facing away from me so that I could get myself back into her
warm, juicy cunt from behind. I then started working on her the way
Ilva always liked it, just a hard, slamming fuck. In no time she was
back moaning but also shoving her butt back at me so that we banged
together and my balls swung enough to be hitting her abdomen. I held
her hips and just kept banging into her, pulling almost fully out and
then slamming in again, over and over and over.

Partly, I was just ready for a good hard fuck. Partly, I wanted to see
how she liked this. Up to now she had tended to be in control and it
had never got strongly physical. From the way she talked, I'm not sure
most guys ever gave her a truly hard fuck. Her moans got louder and
were sort of staccato, as if her breath was forced out on each of my
strokes into her. As she almost howled, I could feel her leaking
around my cock again, in the middle of an orgasm. I just kept pounding
into her and finally came myself.

As I finally pulled out, she collapsed face down on the bed. She
breathed deep for a little while then, as I lay down next to her she
turned her head to me, smiled, and said,

"God, Jimmy, that was probably the best fuck of my life."

The next three months were like a honeymoon. We had to have as much or
more sex than any other two people in the history of the world. I
arranged to follow her, to go where she went. I also managed to finish
my documentary. Footage of Stacy made up about half of it. I had each
designer talk in his or her native tongue, I had the various models,
agents and dressers talk in their native language. I then made several
versions of the same program. The one in English either had sub-titles
or over-dubbing in English as required; the one in French the same
except in French,; the one in German and Italian, similar. So, I
managed to sell it in a number of different markets.

The result was that I made lot of money. I also found some backers
ready to finance my next documentary. Stacy gained considerable fame,
became more and more in demand, so managed to charge more and more for
her time. So, we both benefited financially and professionally. In the
meantime, we were both enjoying more sex than we'd ever been used to
before.

I had told her that I'd like to taste her a thousand more times and I
suspect I probably did. -- well a few hundred anyway. She was
absolutely the best cocksucker I'd ever run across and she most likely
had me in her mouth as often or more. And my cock was in her vagina
even more often.

Maybe it was all the success, I don't know. Eventually, though, after
a dinner and a little too much wine that may have freed our
inhibitions a little, we both agreed that as great as the sex was, we
weren't really getting any closer to one another or falling "in love"
(whatever that might be). We agreed the sex was too good to just stop
but that we should each feel free to try and find something better. I
started to schedule myself as best fit my business, which meant being
away from Stacy perhaps a fourth of the time. Meantime, I'm fairly
sure she dabbled around a little. Anyway, she finally found someone
else to at least try and after roughly five months of mutually great
sex, we parted. Still friends. Still available when it might fit.