GOOD Bye Sex After a Week with Rita

I'm waiting to board my flight at the Koh Samui Airport in Thailand still basking in the glory of the week I just spent with Rita.

It was the most unlikely thing to have happened, but also the most amazing - I truly couldn't have asked for a better turn out of the encounter, or should I say "liaison", that I had been manifesting for months.

First, let me give some context. Rita is an absolutely gorgeous, passionate and intelligent OnlyFans model. I already knew she is gorgeous, thanks to the miracle of the internet, social media and a slew of websites where I was able to find her content before I was able to pay for any of it. The latter two I determined in the last week of being with her.

Still in complete awe of my dumb luck and eternally thankful to whatever gods have smiled upon me recently, I continue reveling in what passes for the business class lounge, waiting to board the flight that takes me back home.

I'm an average guy - at least that's how I feel. I'm of Indian heritage - so there are over a billion people around the world I have a shared ethnicity with. I'm 5' 8'' maintain a well groomed beard, as well as a svelte physique maintained by equal parts yoga and meditation as well as lifting and physical training at the gym. I'm internationally educated, and have been building an international, cross-disciplinary career over the last decade that has had more downs and ups.

I recently created a software as a service platform that changed my life forever. It has brought me more than financial security - but wealth that I couldn't have imagined.

But before all that I was a down-on-my-luck struggling business consultant and entrepreneur who had to move back home after a particularly humbling failure that nearly broke me. It is true what they say though, take a few months away from society, dig your heels and get the work done with minimal distractions. "Minimal" being the key word.

Like most of the 'lurkers' on OnlyFans, I made an account a few years ago under a fake name, with no profile picture and a lot of hopes of finding new content that would be better than the porn and erotica I was finding on the internet. I had initially made the account because an old acquaintance I still follow on social had made an account and posted about it.

In the years prior to this I must have hit what people call the saturation point of porn. I didn't find any excitement or appeal in the lack luster stories and narratives of the wham - bam unrealistic representations of courtship, foreplay, intimacy and making love. I have had enough in-person seduction experiences to know that porn isn't real life. Women don't just get into heated situations with random men - or at least, not with me. As a result I started looking for porn, erotica and creators who matched what I was looking for.

Then came the reality of what dealing with OnlyFans on a budget is like. It's full of catfishing accounts where people make fake accounts using real creators content, but under a fake name. The chats with the accounts are filled with stupid and irrelevant ads to other free accounts that supposedly provide "Free VIP Access" and all kinds of freebies for signing up and sending a particular message.

After several bouts where I would browse free accounts, send a few messages here and there I finally paid for some content from a select few accounts with women whose look connected with me on a primal and passionate level. Fantasy being what it is, they often looked like women I had already been with, or been previously infatuated with.

This is where I should point out, that I am not a creep. I don't have extreme fetishes and I have a lot of respect for women - especially those in my life and those that I have known in the 'biblical' sense. I don't have an obsessive personality, but I do have the ability to focus on a task until I reach a limit - or my higher brain function comes back into play and steers me back on track. However, my "Google Fu" is strong and I have used this ability to search the internet to great effect in my professional career. Finding sources for content that doesn't usually appear on the first page of search results and catering algorithms to my specific needs have come second nature for me. I find that I often enjoy the search and organization of results more than the actual content itself.

As you can imagine - there are plenty of folders organized by names of various creators from pornstars and onlyfans to a library of homemade content of my own.

Then I found Rita. I'm not even sure where, when or how - but it must have been while browsing social media or one on of those porn aggregator pages that shows content from various sources and creators. As soon as I saw her I knew I was hooked. She is absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever come across.

Rita is Algerian - French, of mixed heritage, and started of as a model, before moving over to OnlyFans. She has curly hair that frames her angelic face, which shows hints of African, Indian and some Caucasian traits that are truly the best mix of all worlds. I'm almost convinced she comes from one of the island or coastal nations that have served as a melting pot of various ethnicities for generations. She really has been gifted with the best assets from all of them.

Add her light skinned glow, cute button nose and lips that look like they are meant for kissing, smiling and sucking - I really don't know how to describe her in a way that does her justice. The freckles peppering her upper cheeks, and nose bridge are perfect. Plenty of time in the sun, with good complexion, the cutest expressions that are flirty, sultry and fun all at once, truly make watching her a joy.

It doesn't stop there, she's 5' 6'' - a height I have found is an absolutely perfect match to my own at 5' 8'' - a slight build, skinny, sexy and toned, with the most perfect frame. Her natural breasts must be C cups but look like D's on her, with a bikini tan line from what must be a healthy and active lifestyle outdoors and in the sun. Her tits are tipped with nipples that aren't dark or pink, but somewhere in between the two.

Her nipples look tiny on her massive tits, with small areolas that look impossible, but are the epitome of perfection. I fully understand that beauty is meant to be in the eye of the beholder - but not in this case. I can't imagine any human being alive who would look at this angel and not feel drawn to her natural beauty, alluring smile and gifted assets.

Yes, I did find as much of her content online as I could. And you would be surprised how much you can find - depending on the account, your luck and ability at looking through different search engines and persistence of wading through dozens of results. So needless to say I found a lot of her content - and, not for the first time, all of it found itself in a folder on my phone.

Watching her content, I just couldn't believe it - her massive tits rise over a flat belly with hints of a six pack and a gentle layer of skin and fat that I fantasized feeling soft to the touch, with a little bit of give and an utterly, utterly sexy belly button. Navigating further down until her shaved pussy - the same alluring and impossible color as her nipples and her other set of lips. Her clit peaks out and looks delectable, especially over her labia that stick out, not prominently, but certainly visible and showing the entrance to her vaginal canal that looks so tight and comfortable. Her clit sticks our prominently when she's aroused and watching her play with herself and use her natural lubrication to get off is exquisite torture. I could spend hours in and around there.

Her ass is another reason to believe that God does exist, as does perfection. It isn't overly large, but is sculpted with the same bountiful curves as her tits, and the same look of firmness with give that you cant help but imagine kissing, biting, groping, spanking and fucking it in every way imaginable. The curves as her ass gives way to the tops of her thighs is worthy of a statue or wax figurine that would put JLo to shame.

Honestly, every part of this woman is perfect. I was hooked. Her videos and images - clothed or not, became my go-to source of many sessions of prolonged edging and fantasy while stroking my 8-inch (like I said, I'm average) cock.

On one such occasion, while I was browsing for content of hers I hadn't already found, I saw a link to a free OnlyFans account she had created, likely to boost what already must be an incredibly large following. I followed the account and surprised myself by reaching out and starting a conversation. A conversation that changed everything.

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An announcement reminds me that my boarding will start in 30 minutes - I've always enjoyed arriving at airports early so I don't have to rush or worry. Waiting in a lounge or at a boarding gate is an excellent time for people watching and just letting the mind wander. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be right now, so I continue letting my mind wander.

But tearing myself away from her had been a herculean feat of willpower - one that I still can't believe I managed.

"Stay here for a few more minutes and then come out and join me in the shower, my darling?"

I loved that she had started calling me that, but of course, I had to admit I figured it must be part of the lagnauge and strategy used to keep a 'john', 'client', or even 'whale' on the hook. It is the oldest trick in the book - and for good reason. It works.

Still holding her in my arms in the shower we had gotten into to wash off the last of several sweaty and sticky lovemaking sessions - her belly was full the last load I fed her before we left the bed. What started as the simple act of washing, and cleaning each other had turned into her tits pressed against the glass of the shower stall, face to the side, giving me a profile view of her loud, open-mouthed moans and gasps. Her hands on the glass supporting her and to reduce the impact of me slamming into her hot wet canal from behind.

I had pushed her feet apart, brought that ass to the right height and pierced into her innards after we had teased each other to near mindlessness. The cleaning part of the shower was long over, I needed to leave for my flight in a few hours, but it seemed neither of us could help ourselves.

By this point in our time with each other, I knew her body, turn ons and erogenous zones like a pianist knows the keys on a keyboard. She's supporting her weight and the momentum of my forward thrusts with her arms on the glass. The wide stance of her feet and bend from her waist provides a stable foundation for the pounding and pumping my whole body is putting her through.

Our well practiced rhythm is established, so I comfortably and confidently take my left hand from her lower back and my right hand from her waist. She's pushing back against me, eager for a deeper penetration at this angle.

I bring my left hand up and grab her neck. Not a choke, and not in an aggressive way, just a hold that helps keep her face from moving too much. She's looking at me and I can see the glint of desire in her eyes. I know she likes being handled roughly at times, but it doesn't come naturally to me - unless there are extenuating circumstances.

Still plunging into her from behind - water splashing in all directions as the impact of my body onto hers sends ripples through her ass and reverberations up my spinal column - I maintain eye contact with her. Both of us showing our animalistic desires and locked in a trance amidst the chaos of the shower - I bring my right hand around her and squeeze her clit with my thumb, index and middle fingers. Again, not a hard grip by any means - but a firm hold that let's her know I mean business.

Her eyes widen and she starts panting with desire as her body bucks in front of mine. I tighten my grip with both hands and maintain her gaze as her eyes get hooded and sultry with all the tell tale signs of her impending explosion. She's begging me with her eyes, but I can't tell if it's to let her come, or to keep going and increase the pressure. Needless to say, I'm well beyond reasoning at this stage, so I do what seems natural.

I tighten my grip on her neck and now I'm definitely choking her. I also start playing with her clit - flicking, pinching and slapping it to keep her peaking but in too confused and overwhelmed a state to do anything but react to me.

"Yeeeessss" Is all she manages to get out as her eyes start rolling back into her head. Clearly I'm on the right track, but I'm not letting her go that easily.

A particularly sharp slap to her clit brings her back and her eyes lock on mine, slightly confused but extremely aroused and supremely willing. My stern look of desire, lust and dominance let's her know that I want her to maintain eye contact with me as I continue using her for both our pleasure.

The look on her face is glorious, we're so entwined that I can feel every reaction in her body. I lean in and kiss her forehead as she starts feeling the oxygen deprivation from my chokehold. I then kiss her left cheek and bite it - gently caressing her cheek with my teeth as she moans in response.

I cover her mouth with mine and she instinctually responds with a deep kiss - our tongues invading each others mouths even as she starts blacking out. I maintain my grip - through a dominance and animal instinct I really didn't think I had in me - and start tapping her clit with my hand in time with the steady pumping of my cock into her.

I can feel her climbing, a whining moan building up from deep within her is indication enough and I absolutely love that she's still looking into my eyes with that deep need for more. More of the rough treatment or more pleasure in the form of an orgasm, or both. Well I'm only too happy to provide.

Maintaining our gazes - I release my hold on her neck, now just holding her up for support as I rub her clit just the way I know she likes it. Her eyes open wide, her mouth still attached to mine, but almost unresponsive - her body starts quaking with the force of her orgasm. Amplified by the renewed oxygen in her system, further fuelled by the grip I have on her - holding her up with one hand as her arms falls useless to their side - the other hand literally rubbing this earthquake of an orgasm out of her. I pull my face back from hers to watch the proceedings.

Her groans and moans now erupt unencumbered and it looks and feels like a physical and emotional release. The grunts of orgasm after orgasm being coaxed out of her, her pussy gushing and squirting while being repeatedly slammed into over and over again. She's crossed over to some other dimension.

She cums hard for at least 5 minutes - and becomes increasingly limp in my grasp - until I ease up on her.

Still firmly wedged into her gushing pussy from behind I realized Rita has still not come back to her senses yet. I still haven't cum yet, but seeing her in that state brings me back to my senses.

I gently extricate my throbbing member from her canal and I hear her whine and moan with displeasure. Even in her incoherent state she doesn't want to be vacated. I don't want to vacate her either - not for long, at least.

I turn her around so she's facing me - still mostly limp and not really supporting her weight at all. She's leaning back against the glass she had been pushed up against and I'm overcome with concern as well as another round of lust I honestly can't explain. Seeing her in that state brings out the caveman and protector in me at the same time.

I bring her arms up onto my shoulders so she has more support and she instinctively wraps them around me, out of physical and emotional need for support and stability. This spurs me on further as I plant my feet apart and hold her close. One hand behind her head so she can rest it on my shoulder, the other rubbing up and down her spine. My fingers trace up and down her spinal column with gentle pressure to let her feel safe.

Her head now resting on my shoulder as she catches her breath and comes back to her senses, I drop the hand supporting her head to hold on to her ass. Grasping it firmly in another show of support and some kind of ownership. A silent "I got you, don't worry, I'm not letting go."

As I work my fingers up from the base of her spine, moving one vertebra at a time, I can feel my cock demanding attention. I can also see her legs twist in that yearning that can either mean the need to pee or the need to be filled. I know it's the latter.

By the time I reach the top of her spine and am gently massaging her neck and the base of her skull she's gone from completely incoherent to being conscious but completely melted in my arms and with no desire for anything to change.

I bring the massaging hand down to join the other on her ass and after a quick reassuring squeeze, I reach down in front of myself - almost to go for her pussy again, but instead hook her leg so I can grab her ass from below, and support more of her weight.

Intuitively she knows what I want - and what we both want. She tightens her grip around my torso and is ready to shift her weight when I make the same motion with my other hand. Now holding each of her ass cheeks in one hand, I'm holding her up and without the slightest hesitation I jam my still throbbing cock back into her.

She stiffens as I reenter her, then immediately releases a long sighing exhale as she relaxes contentedly and nestles against me, settling herself in my grasp. I'm leaning her against the glass a bit for support and so that I can lower her a bit for a balance of the perfect angle of penetration and weight distribution.

My hands each grasping one of her cheeks, her legs wrapped around me to match her arms, I resume pumping into her - but this time gently, slowly, and lovingly.

As I further extend my strokes so I the head of my cock reenter her at the beginning of each stroke I feel her start planting soft kisses on the nape of my neck.

I slow my stroke even more and fully penetrate her to the hilt at the end of each stroke. She's starts kissing my neck and bend her elbows to maintain her hold on me while bringing her hands to the back of my head.

Her eyes still closed from the world of orgasm she was just a full time occupant of for a the last several minutes, she brings her head up and my mouth to hers. Instinctively our mouths open and reconnect in a kiss that is as languid as my exploration of her depths. As my throbbing cock fills her to the brim again, her eyes open, looking directly into mine, tongues still intertwined, she brings her hands to the sides of my face and brings her tongue deeper into my mouth against mine.

She's fully back now and ready for more. Having just released my animal side and being refuelled from being buried in her during her monumental orgasm, I'm completely satiated and ready to enjoy the pace we have set.

She rests her head back against the glass and brings my face with hers. She tightens the grip her legs have against the purchase of my body and my hands are freed from the need to support her - and begin to wander her body.

I break the contact of our mouths as she uses the support of the glass and her grip to ride me in our upright position. I kiss the freckles on her cheek, wrap my left arm behind her and my right arm under her as I rest my head on her shoulder and gently bite the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder. She gasps in delight and tightens her hold of me.

"What did you just do to me?" Her gasp is soft against my ear and fuelled with wonder. An unspoken request for more.

"Just what you inspire in me. I have never been that rough before. I hope it wasn't too much, baby." Some concern is natural after I choked her beyond a limit I would normally consider safe.

"Noooo" she relaxes herself further onto my body now firmly joined to hers to the hilt at our crotches. "That was perfect. It was amazing. I've never come like that before."

I won't lie - I am surprised to hear that. After all, I've seen some of the dick she's taken in her content and I know I'm not as well endowed as them. But I graciously accept with a smile she can't see - I bite her again in response and she shudders with delight at the new orgasm building in her again.

"There's a lot more where that came from for you, my dear." My right hand below her is fully supporting her left ass cheek, but resting in the middle to support both her perfect globes. I slip the tip of my middle finger into her perfectly placed and recently cleaned (I had been surprised at how much I enjoyed watching her clean it) perfect little asshole. Since her legs are spread and she just gushed and squirted enough to lubricate an army, there was no resistance and I was easily able to get my finger in there up to my first knuckle.

She squirms and jumps a tiny bit in my arms in surprise, then giggles and bites me in the same place I just bit her. "Good. I can't wait."

Her hands are in my hair and she pulls my head back to resume our deeply passionate kissing. The thrusts of my cock still gliding in and out of her, my tongue in her mouth and my finger playing with her tight virgin ass - I revel at the thought that I am single handedly filling all the holes of this angel-faced sex kitten turned personal cumslut - even if in the back of my mind I still knew and believed that our arrangement was temporary and would soon come to an end.

She doesn't let go of my head or face and we keep making out like lovers. I absolutely love that she's not just initiating, but maintaining it by refusing to release me. I've fallen into a comfortable rhythm of pleasuring both her remaining holes, now with the my index finger joining the middle finger in her anus, both fingering her in lockstep with my cock burrowing into her gushing pussy.

We both loose track of time. Thankfully, the shower stall was large enough that we weren't under the water, so our skin didn't get wrinkled. It still must have been around 10 minutes before I realized that my legs were beginning to get tired and even though she was still holding my face and kissing me with all her might - the rolling mini orgasms she had been going through while we were settled into our rhythm were bringing her back to a state of incoherence.

I hold out for another few minutes before I break off the kiss, which had long turned into our mouths connected at the lips and our tongues gently caressing each other with minor variations - not dissimilar to the pumping of my cock and fingers into her. The skin of our lips had melded together, so I literally had to tear myself away from the kiss. She looked at me with confusion and a hint of anger and confusion - almost to say "What?!"

"I need to get you back in that bed, now." I say while looking into her eyes with meaning.

She smiles that smile of hers and bites her lip, knowing that it drives me crazy with lust for her. "Fine", Rita says, "but don't take it out."

I don't know if she means my cock, or my fingers, but I have no intention of removing either anyway. I bury my cock in her and she braces herself against me - the best kind of hug one can imagine. I use my left hand to quickly turn off the water so it can come back to its position behind her back, the fingers of my right hand still firmly in her tight ass.

As I move away from the glass that has been partially supporting us for so long, she rests her head on my shoulder again and starts whispering dirty thoughts into my ear.

"Are you going to keep fucking me on the bed, my darling? You've already fucked me so hard I don't think I can do anything but lay on my back and let you use me however you like. ungh All my holes are yours, baby. ahh Even my ass, just use me unnnhh - I know you'll be gentle even while you're ravaging and pillaging me. I've never let anyone fuck my ass before. Ooooh I can't believe you still haven't cum yet - are you going to fill me up, or feed it to me? You can do anything you like. You want to paint my face and tits with your delicious cum? You want to fill my pussy up so I'm filled to the brim with your seed? unghhhh God you've fucked me so hard I don't even know what to say or do anymore. I just need more of you. Please fuck me. ungh Use me. ahhhh Own ahhh me. uhhhh Take guuuuuuh meeee, my darling!"

I had reached the foot of the bed about halfway into her dirty talk, but felt no compunction to interrupt her. So I continued holding her in my arms and had resumed pumping my cock into her as she drove herself into a frenzy of lustful submissions. My middle and index fingers were now buried in her ass and didn't need to move, because my pounding kept shifting her torso and had her inadvertently grinding herself on those fingers like riding a dildo while still suspended mid air - holding onto me for support to keep telling me what she wanted me to do to her.

I realize she's not going to stop, so I bring one knee onto the bed and with great strength of will, remove my fingers from her hole. "Oh! I'm so wet for you, baby. Just take me please."

I bend down to gently lay her lower back onto the pillow still in the middle of the bed from the fuck session we had before going into the shower. I bring my other knee up on the bed and she releases me with her arms and legs. Rita reached her arms up above her head and opens her legs wide to stretch the limbs that have been tense while holding herself onto me.

I take the opportunity to fully enter her at an angle we couldn't achieve while standing. The pillow under her ass giving me the perfect angle to slide completely into her. She gasps from the complete penetration and lets her legs fall to the side while she holds her hands together, still stretching above her head. I reach up with my right hand and intertwine my fingers with all 10 of hers. Rita looks up at me with a look combining cheeky joy with slutty submission. She bites her lip again, knowing full well what it does to me.

I'm already buried in her, but it feels like I pounce on her. Tightening my grip on her hands, I slam into her, wrap my left hand behind her head and devour her mouth. She matches me - tongue for tongue, lip for lip - and I begin fucking her in earnest.

Somewhere in the back of my mind the responsible part of me tries to remind me that there is a flight ticket somewhere with my name on it and I've lost complete sense of time.

"Fuck it!" I think to myself "I can always get another flight, but I may not get to do this with her again." Fuelled by this thought - which reinforces the point, that despite her cock-drunk dirty talk and how natural our companionship of each other has been for the last few days - our 'relationship' if it can be called that, is still transactional.

I begin fucking her harder, some part of me adamant on breaking the bed we've shared for the last week, the other parts enjoying the pillage of this sex goddess while still wondering if there was anything more to this that the agreement we had arrived upon.

After that initial message on OnlyFans, we spoke intermittently until it became clear that I had no money to give her and therefore, was deprioritized from her responses. Instead I just received the random messages that were likely sent to dozens of 'fans' at once to activate them and get another purchase.

Initially, the fact that she refused to get on video call was something that had really concerned me, because I really hate being catfished. But over time I figured nothing would happen until I could do something about it anyway.

Fast forward a few months and I had launched my company, and the initial returns had started flooding in. I was quickly able to settle my accounts and get back on my feet. Then I started buying her content, finally got on video call and over the course of several weeks of getting to know each other, I managed to convince her to take an all expenses paid vacation with me to Thailand.

It had been a long and expensive journey, but one that was well worth it - especially now as I found myself holding her down, her submission and surrender to me complete - as I fucked her into another dimension for the second time in an hour, and for the umpteenth time in the last week.

I come back to myself and realize I really have been laying into her. Her eyes are open and fearfully looking into mine even as her mouth and hands respond willingly to my treatment of both. Her legs are wrapped around my torso again and she's meeting my thrusts, matching passion for passion, but with a look that has a twinge of awe, surprise, lust, concern, but mostly desire.

The wet spot under her pussy is in danger of soaking through the pillow - she's been cumming and squirting repeatedly while I've been plundering her with my whole body - even while my mind had wandered a bit.

She sees the recognition in my eyes, smiles and winks that flirtatious wink that has similar effects on me as her biting her lip. She could tell I had wandered off, but was now glad that I was back and enjoying this moment with her. I grab her curly hair into a fist behind her head and pull, her breath catches and I feel her gushing around my cock further soaking the pillow.

I release her hands and head to sit up and plunge deep into her. My palms now on the bed on either side of her head - she gasps and we both catch our breaths. I navigate my arms around her legs until both are resting on my torso, knees slightly bending against my shoulders. I bend down, opening her up to my favorite position - one she knows well by now.

I notice with no small amount of satisfaction that her arms still haven't moved from where I left them. I take both in my left hand, her 10 fingers intertwined into my five and use the same hand to grip the edge of the mattress.

She looks up at me with that look of sultry submission, knowing full well that she's now just along for the ride - and loving every millisecond of it. I use my right hand to caress the side of her face. The loving gesture in the midst of what I can only call a violent fucking was a juxtaposition that we both needed. A quick check in of sorts that say "Yes, I'm ravaging you hard, but I also care about you and know that you need it as much as I do."

"I.. " she opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off - planting my mouth onto hers, devouring her words and her mouth while still caressing her cheek. Having her legs on my shoulders gives me complete control over the pace. Her ass on the pillow gives me the perfect angle. Holding the edge of the mattress allows me the purchase I need. Her tongue in my mouth gives me the go ahead.

I extend my legs until I'm balancing on my toes, raise my body so my weight is supported by the hand holding both of hers and the edge of the mattress. My right hand caresses her cheek one more time before planting itself behind her head, grabbing a fistful of hair and turning her head at an angle about 30 to 45 degrees off center.

We're now in the perfect position. Now I'm able to hold onto the mattress and really pound into her. The sounds of our flesh slapping against each other gets louder and I'm sure the backs of her ass and thighs will be red. She's completely relaxed into the position I've put her in - knowing all she has to do is stay open for me and communicate via tongue that we've gotten so good at.

Finally after several minutes of this conjoining of body and mind I feel the build up rising. After all the sex we've had this week my own stamina has far surpassed my own wildest expectations - and I'm certainly not complaining.

She can also tell that I'm getting ready to explode - and is more than ready for me to finish. The look I'm giving her as we both start building up towards an explosive finish is clear. "I'm going to fill you up."

She has no reservations on that account, as I've painted her insides and outsides all week. As I get closer to the edge I tighten the grips on both my hands and she can tell I'm close. How she knows that, I don't know - but I suppose it's the same way that I know she's close as well.

One more thrust and I have the thought "Gosh, this woman is perfect!" and I start unloading what must be the largest load of my life while buried into her to the hilt. The first spurt triggers her orgasm and we both moan, grunt and pant into each others mouths as I keep pumping more and more semen into her tight pussy. By the 10th pump I'm feeling lightheaded and on top of the world. At the 12th spurt into her pussy I've stopped pumping and she's still coming down from another massive orgasm.

My hands are now holding her face and hers are holding mine. Her legs are wrapped around me and we're suckling on each other for the basest of physical and emotional needs after an explosive orgasm like that.

I begin losing some of the hardness in my cock and briefly contemplate fucking her again. But the exhaustion starts hitting me and the reality that I have to leave soon sets in. I take a few more minutes to hold her in my arms, deflating cock slipping out of her and completely dousing the already soaked pillow with the massive load of our joined fluids gushing through her gaping pussy.

My body is fully resting on her, my head resting on the pillow next to hers I realize I may be crushing her. But as I move to remove myself she tightens her grip on my torso. Her legs are still wrapped around me and don't budge either.

"Not yet, my darling - just please keep holding me."

Not one to deny a lady - I settle back in. One arm under her upper body holding and caressing the back of her head. The other sliding down to place my palm on her lower back and keep us pressed against each other.

Any more of this and I would definitely be ready for another round. But on some level we also both know that this is the most intimate good bye we're going to be able to manage.

"You know", she whispers in my ear, "I could get used to this."

I bring my face up to face hers and see she's being serious. I smile at her and part of me melts at the dazzling smile she returns. I kiss her forehead, taking my time to connect not just to skin, but to more. I plant kisses across her forehead, then work my way to her cheeks - trying to kiss each freckle, then the tip of her nose and finally back to her mouth. Just like the first time we had sex.

"I could too." I respond with the same tone as hers.

We're lost looking into each other's eyes when my damned phone alarm goes off. We're both jerked back into reality and the spell breaks. She smiles at me again. Gives me a firm kiss and releases her grip on me so I can turn off the alarm.

As I roll off of her I feel a sense of emptiness that I hadn't expected. But that was shortlived as it was replaced with a sense of urgency when I looked at my phone. It was the backup alarm I always set but never need for a flight. The "if you haven't left yet, you better leave NOW" alarm that I normally turn off while I'm checking in or right after security.

I turn back to Rita and she knows. "You have to leave."

"Yes, I do." I turn back to her and hold her again as our combined juices spread all over our bodies and the bed. "But that doesn't mean that I haven't enjoyed every second that I've spent with you."

"Me too." She says with the same sincerity and sadness that I feel.

I give her another kiss. "I'm going to rinse off quickly and get moving."

Four minutes later I'm in a fresh set of clothes, the duffel bag that had mostly been packed before the shower sitting next to me in the cab and on my way to the airport.

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I'm brought out of my reverie by my flight's boarding announcement. I stand up and gather my duffel bag, finish the glass of wine in front of me and head towards the gate.

There are three people ahead of me at the gate a few dozen behind when my phone buzzes and I take it out of my pocket to check.

I read the message from Rita, smile - and get out of the line.

"Please don't leave. I want you to stay."

The end?