FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS (A Steamy Collection)

Chapter 3

This is a nice place,” I told Monica, looking around his apartment. “You must make a lot of money.”

“I do alright,” he agreed lightly. “You wanna take a bath?”

“Just a shower would be great,” I said. “Are you sure it’s okay if I stay here?”

“Of course.” He smiled over his shoulder as I followed him down a short hallway. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You don’t even know me,” I sighed, feeling kind of worn out suddenly and just neutral again, like I was standing outside the world.

“Well, if we’re going to Paris together...” Monica said softly, putting his arms around my waist. “Maybe we should fix that.”

“I’ve never kissed a girl before,” I said with a self-conscious giggle, feeling Monica’s full breasts against my puffy n*****s.

“I’m not a girl,” he whispered, smiling into my eyes as he pulled me close enough to feel his erection.

“Me neither,” I breathed, but it did feel kind of strange kissing the guy when he looked like a fashion model.

Monica’s lush lips covered mine and his tongue felt light and delicate, not like a man’s at all as it slipped into my mouth and tickled mine. His hands went under my skirt to feel my bare butt cheeks and he squeezed me gently, digging his fingernails into my soft skin and making me moan. The pink thong I wore was pulled tightly across my balls and anus, and Monica followed the thin strip of nylon deep to play with my hole while we made out.

“Are your t**s real?” I breathed a half minute later and he didn’t say anything, but let go of me so that he could undress completely.

“This is me,” he said and if it was strange watching someone strip in a hallway, neither of us noticed.

Monica’s t**s were real, or as real as money could buy anyway, and they were perfect C-cups with small, brown n*****s, hard and pointing upward. He had a naturally slender build, much like mine, and a soft, flat tummy with a pierced belly button. His hips were soft and round and the man had long, shapely legs that must have been recently waxed because I touched them and they were smooth as silk. Monica had no hair at all on his body, just the silky red hair on his head and his arched eyebrows, of course, but everywhere else he was soft and pink and hairless.

“You’re beautiful,” I told him, staring at Monica’s long, curving p***s and he had a nice one!

It must have been seven inches long, probably more, and curved like a banana so that it jutted upward from his generous balls and smooth scrotum. Monica had a piercing there too, a small gold ring through his ballsack near the bottom. I wasn’t sure what that was for, but it looked kinda hot to me. While I honestly couldn’t say that I found him sexy the same way I would find a normal, hunky looking man ... A c**k is a c**k and like I say, Monica’s p***s made my mouth water.

“Let me see you now,” he said without a hint of embarrassment, but I’m sure Monica knew he had an awesome body.

I wasn’t so sure about mine, but I did as he asked. I undressed slowly, dropping my clothes carelessly on the floor near my feet. I knew I was small for my age, maybe not so much in height, but definitely in weight. I looked thin and fragile, girlish as well. I didn’t have Monica’s curves, but with my pretty face it was easy to mistake me for a teenage girl only reaching for maturity. I had nice skin and a tight round ass, but no t**s. Just those puffy n*****s that always seemed to throb no matter what I was doing. They were burning beneath Monica’s smile, I’ll tell you that much, and so was my c**k.

“Let’s skip the shower,” he suggested and I couldn’t help but agree as Monica took me by my p***s and pulled me towards his bedroom.

We didn’t waste anytime, but fell onto the bed and I quickly found myself faced with his beautiful c**k sliding between my lips. We were in a 69, laying side by side, and I could smell nothing but flowers. Perfume, I thought, or baby powder maybe. Something sweet and not overpowering at all, and I wondered if that’s what it was like being with a real woman. I didn’t know and I never wanted to find out as I stroked Monica’s hip and thigh, and sucked his c**k like the faggot cocksucker I was. I played with his balls and the size and softness of his scrotum amazed me. He had some seriously low hanging balls and I nursed on his soft skin, chewing and sucking gently while I jerked him off with my hands.

Monica did much the same with me, of course, and at times it became very hard to concentrate on what I was doing. He could take all of my c**k into his mouth and throat, swallowing around the shaft and even extending his tongue outward to tickle my balls. The sensations were wonderful and the pleasure grew more intense with every passing moment. Monica had to be the best cocksucker I’d ever met and after so many months being a male prostitute, I’d had my d**k sucked a lot by lust filled men. None could compare to the blowjob I was getting from Monica though and all I could do was try to keep up and make him feel just as special.

I came first, feeling my c**k spasm inside his mouth and Monica swallowed my ball cream quickly and easily. It took him another few minutes, but at least I could concentrate after shooting my load. I felt a lot better and went to work on his c**k with a vengeance. I nursed on the swollen head and jerked him off with one hand while the other played with his ass. When I pushed my finger inside his cunt, that did it. Monica gasped and pushed his c**k deeper just as I swallowed the first hot spurt of his semen. That worked out pretty well as his c**k suddenly filled my open throat and I found my nose pressed into his balls while he blew his c*m straight into my tummy.

“God!” Monica gasped after he’d finished cumming and I nodded, licking my lips and drinking air. “We’re going to do that a lot, Candy!”

“Yeah,” I agreed, smiling as I massaged his still hard c**k, spreading the remains of his orgasm along the shaft.

“Do you have any idea how much a man would pay to watch us do that?” Monica wondered and that made me giggle.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “How much?”