by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com
I finally convinced Kysa to visit me here in Las Vegas and I surprise her with a dozen red roses as she steps off of the plane. After quickly getting settled in, we go bike riding as planned in the nearby mountains. I'll admit it: the only reason I wanted to see this internet whore is to see how good a fuck she was. Oh sure, she's good-looking, and claims to have taken some big cocks, but if she's as real as she says, she'll get a brutal fucking from my nine inches this weekend.
Kysa changes her clothes, and comes out wearing her black sports bra and white bike shorts and looks fantastic. It's easy to tell she's in good shape. After a short ride we come upon a stream, and I motion for Kysa to follow me as we go a few hundred feet till we find a good spot to lay out the blanket. As we sit down I look into Kysa eyes, and start telling her how I'm glad she came. She looks at me with a puzzled expression, and we both smile knowing that she can't hear or understand what I'm saying.
But we both connect on what each wants from the other. She needs a heavy cock poured into her, and I need a place to unload a serious load of cum. Preferably down her throat. We start kissing which soon becomes French-kissing. I slip my hand under her top, and slowly massage and tease her nipple and she moves her body to increase the feeling. God, I thought, her nipples sure get long and hard! I move my lips down to her breasts gently biting and massaging with my tongue and my other hand is squeezing and pinching her other breast and nipple till she gasped in pain, beginning her first orgasm. God, this bitch is hot!
At that point she pulls down my bike shorts and is surprised to find a white boy with more than the standard 6-incher. She wraps both hands around my fat 9-incher and begins to suck my cock. Kysa is an expert at this. She has a hand on each side of my lower cock shaft and is jacking me into her mouth as she's lovingly sucking the top half of my schlong.
What a fucking slut. Only a goddamned whore for cock meets a guy and then starts sucking his cock. Although her site mentioned her affinity for this activity. After a several minutes I stand her up and pull down her bike shorts. We get into 69 position, and she's on top as she sucks my cock pretty deep, and I begin to lick her clit. We slowly build to a climax and then I start to feel her orgasm. She is so wet, god, and she smells wonderful. That slutty mouth of hers triggers my balls, and I shoot what feels like the biggest load of cum I've ever created into her mouth as we both climax together in temporary exhaustion.
Kysa then lovingly cleaned all the cum off my cock and balls with her tongue, which only makes what was once limp now hard as a rock again! Jeez, at least she knows how to treat a man right.
I pulled her up by her hair, kissed her, then shoved her forward, bending her over. I planted my fat cock right at her sweetness, and start fucking the bitch doggy style as brutally as I could, busting her sweet little pussy for all it's worth. I want this bitch to remember my cock. And to remember this fucking. My intention is to leave her sore and leave her with a story to tell her friends. I didn't give a fuck about 'Kysa Braswell'; what was underneath me was nothing more than a beautiful piece of meat to love my prick.
Moving to a sideways position we continue on for a little while letting Kysa climax as much as possible. Sensing that I'm not too far away myself, I lay Kysa on her back and spread her legs and enter her slowly speeding up the strokes and slamming her sweet pussy hard, till we are both ready to burst and at the very moment we are both cumming into unconsciousness, I look into her eyes and she looks into mine and we kiss the most passionate and unforgettable kiss I can ever imagine.
No matter who I marry or who I date, I'll never forget that girl, Kysa Braswell !
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Dear Randy,
Just want to thank you for the wonderful weekend. I had a great time, even though we didn't get a chance to see much of Las Vegas, you kept me naked in bed the whole time! Can't believe how many different people you know! You're definitely good-looking, and I just wish I knew what your voice sounded like, since you have a million-dollar smile!
You are so naughty, and I loved it. Oh, and I didn't even have to explain to my roommate Leslie why I was so sore and walking funny - she just rolled her eyes and shook her head at me. What she doesn't know is how hard you fucked me. For an 9-incher, you really put some power behind those long, strong strokes. I'm not sure I want to be this sore again, but plan to visit me in Newfoundland this Fall, Okay?
Love,
Kysa
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The End
© Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com