Wedding Belle

The week after Trent Maxwell received his acceptance letter into college, his dad died in an industrial accident; his mom had to find a job and waitressing barely covered her bills. Trent's mom insisted strongly that he go to college, she'd somehow manage.

Trent got a full time dishwasher job working 5-11 at a licensed restaurant near the college, so he adjusted his schedule to all afternoon classes. Trent either got some much-needed Z's or studied in the mornings, attending classes in the afternoons, working to midnight most days, so he had no social life for most of the first semester in college.

On one of Trent's rare nights off, a buddy convinced him to attend the local strip club together. Trent's life changed dramatically that night.

Trent won a male exotic dance contest, and later that evening a woman persuaded him to join her business venture and become a male escort, with the lure of making as much in one night as he was getting per week at the restaurant.

Trent agreed to try it and requested a week off from the restaurant.

In a matter of weeks, Trent became the most requested male escort and got to choose his excursions, he was making way more than expected, and the icing on the cake was, Trent was fucking whenever and whoever he chose.

It took Trent an extra year to get his computer science degree, but he not only graduated with no debt, but had been helping his mom with her bills and was extremely skilled at seducing women.

Trent remained an escort for nearly two more years, his bank account was rather exciting for a 25-year-old, and he was happily getting laid several times a week.

It was a cute gal named Gwen, whom he met in a coffee shop that got Trent thinking differently about his future.

Trent felt it was time to start a normal life; he quit the escort business and found fulltime employment at a start-up software company.

A couple months after starting work as a coder, the boss, Sheldon, was getting hitched.

It was Thursday, near quitting time, and Sheldon handed Trent a manilla folder.

"I'm taking a week off starting tomorrow for my honeymoon, so you'll be in charge, here's everything needed for next week."

Trent took the folder and shook Sheldon's hand.

"Congrats on your marriage buddy."

"That sounds like you're not going to attend?"

"Ya, Gwen and I broke up, so I don't want to go as a single."

"Oh gosh Trent, I'm sorry, you two seemed good together, why?"

"Gwen claimed I'm too horny for her, she couldn't handle so much sex. She suggested I find a more promiscuous girlfriend and at least one mistress, but she wasn't one to share."

Trent put the folder on the desk, made a screwed-up face and shrugged his shoulders.

"So, Sheldon, I don't have a date, and I won't know anyone but you, and you won't likely have time to dance with me."

Sheldon laughed and shook his head,

"No, you gotta come bro ... weddings always have a few single women, in fact 2 of the bridesmaids are single; plus, women's emotions are on overdrive at weddings, and an open bar can get their inhibitions lowered quickly. Where you gonna go to find better odds of hooking up with future possibilities."

Sheldon was right, Trent didn't have any other plans, sitting at home wasn't his style so it didn't take a lot of persuasion, he convinced Trent to attend.

The church service was no different than any wedding he'd been to before, Trent only attended the nuptials to check out the bridesmaids, to see if there might be a girl to target before the reception.

When the wedding car pulled away, Trent drove straight to the hotel where the reception was being held; went directly to the lounge for a couple drinks before the reception. Sitting alone nursing his beer, feeling slightly down about his recent celibate life; was considering going back to being an escort part time, keeping his computer job.

Trent chugged his beer, vowed he'd either find someone at the reception or go to the bar where he almost always scores; then tomorrow decide what path to take.

Trent found the room the reception dinner and dance was to be held.

Immediately inside the door was the young flower girl and a teen girl sitting at a sign in table. To the immediate left was a gift table then the long head table. At the far end Trent recognized the mother and father of the bride, visiting with an attractive dark-haired woman.

There were four round tables on the far side of the hall. To the right was five more round tables then a bar, with an older gent as bartender, next to that a DJ was getting set up.

Trent signed the guest book; the teen girl had a seating guide and pointed out his table.

There were only a few couples already sitting and Trent strolled directly to the bar.

The bartender was a portly gent, the light reflecting off his shiny head; a band of barely comb able, short, salt and pepper hair from ear to ear around the back of his head. White shirt, black suit pants held up by red suspenders and a red bow tie.

He had a rather noticeable red skin tone; friendly, pleasant enough, as he introduced himself as Tom, opened a beer and handed it to Trent.

They conversed for a short time and Trent got another beer and headed to his table; he found his name on a card in front of the place setting. The table was near the head table but couldn't be further from the bar.

Trent took his seat and surveyed the room as guests rapidly began arriving and were taking their seats.

A young couple, similar age to Trent approached, she was a good looking blonde, at least seven months pregnant. He was average build, dark, maybe native, they introduced themselves.

"Scott and Lisa."

Trent rose, showing he was a gentleman, shook their hands.

"Hi, I'm Trent," He held the chair for the blonde, they took seats on Trent's right.

Trent noticed an enticing woman sashaying towards their table; it was the woman Trent saw talking to the bride's parents at the head table, when he arrived.

Short black hair, appearing a few years older, great figure, voluptuous, a mid thigh, shiny silver cocktail dress.

"Hi Mom," Lisa said, the elegant woman bent over and hugged Lisa as she kissed Lisa's cheek. I couldn't help but stare at her abundant breasts, about to spill from her dress. The woman noticed me staring, smiled appreciatively and winked.

"Mom this is Trent, Trent my mom, Belle."

Trent rose and shook her hand. Tom, the bartender arrived and held the chair for the attractive Belle to sit nearly across from me.

"How's the bartending job going Dad." Lisa asked as she rubbed her large belly.

Tom and Trent acknowledged each other and admitted they'd met previously at the bar.

Trent was totally puzzled, Tom is old enough to be her dad, but Belle isn't ... ah-hah, Belle must be her stepmom; Tom remarried, hooked up with a young one.

Trent conjured up an image of this chubby older fellow trying to find his pecker to pee, let alone properly service such an exquisite woman as Belle.

Once settled and tasting their libations, Belle must have seen Trent's bewildered expression, she smiled and said.

"We're Janette's Aunt and Uncle; my sister is the mother of the bride."

I nodded and replied.

"I work with Sheldon."

We all made small talk through supper; well mostly Belle and Lisa, I answered a couple questions of Tom's.

There were the usual speeches, lame jokes and necessary toasts.

After cutting the wedding cake, the first dance was announced.

Then everyone was asked to join in.

As couples got up to dance, Belle and I were the only two at the table.

"Your husband's busy tending the bar, I don't know a single other person here besides Sheldon. Might I join you?" I asked.

Belle nodded, I moved to the seat Tom vacated after eating to return to bartending.

"Buy you a drink Belle?"

"It's an open bar Trent." Belle giggled.

"Oh right, well in that case I'll get us each a couple then," chuckling,

"What's your preference?"

"Vodka and O. J." Belle looked at me with a comforting smile.

Trent headed to the bar.

Returning, he set the two screwdrivers in front of Belle.

"Someone as delightful and alluring as you shouldn't be left alone ever."

"Well thank-you young man." Belle smiled picking up her drink, her eyes sparkled.

"Belle, I'm not that much younger than you."

"Well, that's kind of you Trent, but I'm 54." Belle took a healthy swig of her cocktail.

"Wait ... what ... shut up, no way you're not even 40."

"Very kind of you Trent, thank-you." Her face lit up, eyes twinkled, and her lips curled, she took another gulp.

"You're not only extremely attractive Belle ... you've got a very sexy body." A slight shake of his head.

"I'd have bet the farm on you being no more than 35, 36." Taking a drink, while staring into her sultry brown eyes.

"Age is but a number and you're the hottest woman here."

Belle finishes her drink, gazes at Trent, her cheeks taking on a shade of crimson as she blushes. Belle's feeling a bit uncomfortable, unsure how to deal with this young man's flirting.

In an attempt to change the subject Belle asked.

"Why are you here alone?"

"My girlfriend of several months recently broke up with me, her exact words were ... 'you're too fuckin good' ... I can't keep up with you, I can't continue with you."

Trent paused to gauge Belle's reaction.

"When I quizzed her, she stated she couldn't handle my voracious sexual appetite, she needed more sleep, my libido and 3-hour nightly stamina was too much. She claimed she was falling in love with me, but I was too much for any one woman and she knew she couldn't live in a Throuple or open relationship."

Belle blushed, looked at her drink, took another rather large gulp, swallowed.

Trent recognized her changing disposition, he could tell his conversation was effectively getting her aroused.

That was his intent.

Belle finished her libation.

"I'll get us refills." Trent hastily went to the bar.

Belle was watching Trent approach and as he set the new screwdrivers on the table she spoke.

"Sheldon only started his computer business a few months ago, where did you work before that?"

"I was a fitness trainer." I took my seat.

"Big change from fitness instructor to computer programmer ... how'd that happen?" Belle sipped her drink.

"I wasn't a fitness trainer, I fibbed," leaning back, chugged my beer.

"I was always athletic, and while in college, a couple buddy's and I went to the local strip club, it was 'Ladies Night' and they were running a contest for amateur male dancers, the prize was 200 bucks, and I got dared to enter."

Trent touched his beer to Belle's glass.

"I won; and soon after I got propositioned by one of the female strippers to join her team; she had recently started an online escort service, stripping for parties."

Trent leaned forward,

"I was a male escort, a stripper, a gigolo, my sexual expertise and libido was elevated. I became a proficient lover, obsessed with older, exquisite, elegant, sexy women, like you."

Trent leaned close to Belle, her eyes slightly glazed, Trent's well honed seduction skills were noticeably effective.

"Belle, I can see it in your eyes, I've seen that desirous look hundreds of times in the past couple years, you're seething with lust."

Trent pulled the swizzle stick from Belle's glass, dragging it seductively down his extended tongue.

"Here's a naughty thought Belle ... I'd like to tease you with this swizzle stick." Trent touched the stick to the tip of his tongue, his dark eyes peering into Belle's.

"Can you imagine the sensations this tiny object could stimulate on your most sensitive parts."

Trent ran the stick, from the back of Belle's hand unhurriedly up, past her wrist, tracing tiny circles on her forearm.

Holding her gaze,

"Imagine this sharp edge circling your areoles, twirling your nipples as they harden. The intense sensations making you moan, craving more."

Trent knows the effect this tantalizing teasing is having on Belle; he perfected his seduction technique in college.

"You and I both know Tom doesn't properly arouse you, he doesn't satisfy your erotic needs, you've suppressed them for years, haven't you?"

Trent stopped his meandering swizzle stick stimulation.

"I've aroused you, Belle ... I'd like to continue ..."

He held the stick up between their locked gaze.

"I could make you cum by only teasing your clitoris with this." Trent could hear Belle's breathing change, subconsciously submitting, she shifted in her seat, unconsciously parting her legs slightly, unknowingly giving Trent permission to continue seducing her. Trent covers her hand with his.

"Belle, a woman as sensual and as alluring as you deserves to be properly satiated, to have sensational orgasms. Belle supressing your libido is abuse, both physical and emotional abuse. You need to let yourself enjoy sex, not shun it."

Trent took her hand between his, he massaged her fingers and rubbed her palm, knowing this was an effective erogenous zone, generally ignored.

"Belle, you are still too young and sexually appealing to not feel the pleasure, the joy of gratifying, fun sex."

There was no doubt, Belle was breathing erratic, her chest and face were flushed.

"Belle, just say the word, I'd love to fuck you the way you deserve, savoring your stunning body, giving you much deserved multiples ... all night ... fucking you in many different positions."

Trent stood, confident he had made the necessary progress with Belle, and wanted her to mull over his proposal. To let her mind fantasize erotic scenarios.

"I have to go to the men's room; I'll be sure and wash my hands after handling my cock." Trent covertly grazed her tit as he walked away.

Trent returned with 4 drinks. As he set them down, Belle just finished one, took a fresh one, looked up.

"Right after you left, Tom brought me another drink and asked what our conversation was about. I hesitated to tell him ... but decided what the hell. I told him you were seducing me, and that I intended to let you fuck me."

Belle chugged the entire drink, staring at me, gauging my reaction.

"Tom was ecstatic, told me how happy he was for me."

Belle picked up another screwdriver.

"He wants to know if he can watch or if I can record it for him?" She downed another drink.

"Oh God Trent, you've got me so damn horny, I don't want to wait any longer ... I... uh ... Trent it's been years since I've felt like this."

Her eyes riveted to mine, practically panting.

"You've made me extremely horny ... can we go somewhere right now; I'll get us a room upstairs... maybe we could even go to the washroom for a standup quickie."

"No, Belle ... no." Trent placed his hand just above her knee, gave it a teasing squeeze, then moved higher up her thigh, moving her dress, but not yet to where he knew if she was wearing panties.

"Belle, the anticipation and waiting will enhance your entire escapade; I know how much you want me ... I know I lit the fire, but don't masturbate, and don't let Tom play either.

Trent slid his fingers further up her smooth inner thigh, waggled his finger on her labia through her soaked panties.

He gave a light tap on her clitoris, kissed her cheek and removing his hand from her crotch, intentionally grazed a breast.

"Trust me it will be worth it. Tell Tom to set up whatever recording devices he wants, I don't care. It's you I want, to have my cock inside you, to hear you moan as you orgasm."

Trent sniffed his fingers.

"Mmm, Belle you have a sensational aroma, I can't wait to taste your succulent secretions."

Trent caressed Belle's neck.

"If Tom can't remain a cuck and just watch ... then have some rope or cuffs available, to restrain him."

Trent picked up Belle's phone.

"There's my number, text me your addy, and time." He leaned down, uncaring if anyone was watching, he gave Belle a tender kiss, pinched her tit, stood, and left.

Before Trent got to his car in the parking lot his phone chimed.

Belle texted her address and requested a 2 o'clock arrival time.

Trent replied: wear only a button up blouse and panties, and you alone will answer the door.

Trent knew she was extremely wound up and that tomorrow would be memorable for them both.

**********

Trent pulled up the long-curved brick driveway, parked in front of the large house. Belle answered the door, Trent stepped in, closing the door as his eyes scanned Belle, surveying her exquisite beauty in a shiny silver satin blouse, a couple buttons undone, exposing her enticing cleavage, her nipples poking showing her state of arousal. His gaze went to her bare, long sculpted legs.

He silently mouthed the word, WOW.

He paused his scanning eyes, admiring her camel toe, covered with red lace that didn't conceal her black pubes.

Trent again couldn't believe Belle was older than his mom and yet looked as sexy as his young ex-girlfriend.

Belle's sensuality was oozing, and her highly aroused aroma floated to Trent's nostril's.

"Gawd Belle you're absolutely stunning, you are even sexier than I imagined."

Trent tenderly placed his hands on Belle's cheeks, she tipped her head and closed her eyes, expecting a kiss.

"I'm going to take my time fucking you, I've fucked a lot of nice women in the past couple years, but believe me Belle, none of them were anywhere near as alluring as you."

Both Trent's hands cradled Belle's face, his fingers delicately went to her forehead, his fingertips traced her hairline, he combed through her hair until his fingers were covering her ears.

Like a blind sculptor investigating his posing model, Trent's fingers tenderly, lightly, methodically, explored Belle's ears, then unhurriedly caressed her neck, down the collar of her blouse; Trent's knuckles grazed skilfully against her smooth skin as he followed the opening of her lapel, under the fabric, to the top button. He twisted his hand until his fingers covered her soft breasts.

Belle moaned barely audible, Trent already knew how aroused she was, her eyes exhibiting her lust, they remained locked in a passionate stare.

With a swift, deft motion that button was undone, his fingers pressed firmer against her flesh as he moved to the next fastener and skilfully popped it open; paused briefly as he lightly nibbled the nape of her neck.

Belle moaned, bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, she felt a rush of prickly excitement making the fine hairs on her arms and neck stand up like static electricity, her knees weakened, and her breathing labored as her heart rate increased.

"Mmmm, I'mmm soooh reeaaaddeee." She cooed.

Trent undid the last remaining button, the back of his fingers trailed up, keeping a gentle pressure on her skin, each digit popped purposely across her erect nipples on route to her shoulders.

The shiny material was slid aside as he caressed her shoulders; her blouse dropped; his fingers followed her arms down to her wrists.

One hand rested momentarily on the smallest part of her waist then roved up the curve of her side, the other from the small of her back traced a line up her spine.

His tongue flicked a nipple as his right hand took a wandering path to her left hip, his forefinger sneaking under the top hem of her panties. Slipping his remaining fingers under, he unhurriedly ran his fingers against her flesh to the top edge of her pubes, he combed his fingers down through the soft curly bush.

Belle moaned as his touch sent chills up her spine, Trent closed his fingers and tugged her short curlies; the anticipation of what was next, was intense and she shivered, emitting a soft sigh.

His left fingers rolled her taut nipple, when his lips were near her ear, he whispered.

"Clasp your arms around my neck, you'll need to hold yourself up whilst my finger fucking gives you your first orgasm."

Belle locked her fingers behind Trent's neck, uttering another moan as his forefinger found her clitoris, she sighed deeply and bending slightly, widened her knees as his middle finger wiggled betwixt her wet labia.

Trent jiggled his thumb on her blood engorged love button, as he curled and straightened his middle finger repeatedly, caressing the slick inner surface of her flaps; Belle was panting, her hips writhing in unison to his fingering, her arms clamped tighter around his neck.

Trent took her to the critical cusp and stopped.

Belle groaned, her body sagged, she was right there, and Trent knew it.

"Wait Belle," Trent removed his hand from her panties, pinched both her nipples, smearing her vaginal juice around and over her highly sensitive areole area.

"Do you like that Belle, do you want more?"

She was too wound up to respond verbally, she nodded and emanated a guttural groan.

Trent suckled her left tit, rolled her hard protrusion gently between his teeth and tweaked her right nipple.

"Belle, let yourself go completely, trust me... I'll give you several climaxes... orgasms more intense than you've ever had or likely even imagined possible. Relax and enjoy, let me take you to Nirvana."

Trent slipped his right hand back inside her soaked red panties and his middle finger parted her sopping fleshy flaps.

"You're on the verge but try hard to prolong your climax."

Trent curled his middle finger into her slit, his thumb returned to rub her sensitive clitoris.

"Don't cum until I tell you to."

His left hand snaked around the small of her back and lowered her panties; he knelt down, twisted his wrist and added his ring finger into her warm wet pussy.

He twisted, and when he located her G spot, he rammed his fingers quite aggressively, rhythmically jabbing her G.

"Part your legs more." Trent demanded and commenced ramming faster, his thumb polishing her clit as rapidly as he thrust.

"Not yet Belle," he spoke firmly.

Trent persisted, thrusting quicker against her G spot. His hand on her ass working in unison, forcing her hips forward to coincide with his fierce upward lunges; he drove his fingers into her, hard and deep.

Belle groaned ...

"I caa-aan't stop it," clenching her thighs and buttocks.

"Now Belle... let yourself go completely ... cum like never before."

Trent was unceasingly incessantly, furiously finger fucking her cunt.

"Now Belle, release yourself, cum ..."

Belle shuddered, audibly gasped,

"I, I'mmm cuuu-uuuhhh-mmmingg." Belle cried out, both her hands went to Trent's wrist, in an ill-fated attempt to stop his intense, fervent fingering.

"Oh, oh, oh myyyy, oh, uuhhh, uuuhhhh, huuhh." her body stiffened, became rigid, her legs quivered.

A few furious strokes more and Trent yanked his hand away.

Belle wailed, her body convulsed.

With a deep guttural groan, Belle collapsed over his shoulder, limp; but Trent wasn't done.

He allowed her to briefly catch some breath; he adeptly replaced his fingers and worked them in and out of her vibrating vagina.

He began teasing her puckered anus flesh with his pussy-soaked forefinger, knowing how sensitive the nerve receptors are in the wrinkled skin surrounding the tight aperture; and at this juncture, being in such an orgasmic state, Trent knew she wouldn't resist, even if she'd never done anal.

Trent met little resistance, as he injected his forefinger past her sphincter to the first knuckle, with a circular motion he stretched the hot opening, knowing the amount of sensory receptors in this region are very similar to the vaginal entrance.

Holding Belle over his shoulder with his left hand, he began an easy, sloth like, steady pinching and rolling of Belle's perinium, gingerly rubbing the thin membrane between his finger and thumb as he extracted and injected his digits in and out of both her holes.

With each rubbing action he penetrated deeper, paying close attention to Belle's responses.

Her hot, tight, anus seemingly trying to suck his finger deeper, and he obliged, soon Belle was fervently humping Trent's hand, moaning, and keenly thrusting her hips craving more of the newfound backdoor sensations.

If she'd never done anal, she was certainly enjoying her initiation, her head raised and gave out a loud wail.

"AARRRGGGGHHHH, OOOHHHH HHOOOOLLLEEEE ... FFUUUU-UUUCK!"

Belle's hand grabbed Trent's wrist, holding it firmly as her bottom twitched, jerking involuntarily on Trent's hand.

She ejaculated, squirting, spewing an enormous amount of bodily fluids over Trent's hand, down her thighs, a puddle forming at her feet.

"Gawd-all-fucking-mighty ... I've never cum like that before,"

Belle huffed, her hips humping, still spewing diminishing amounts of fluid with each twitch.

"Ohh my gaawd Trent, wooowzerrss." Belle gasped as her thighs clamped tightly around Trent's hand.

"We've only just begun sexy lady." Trent looked into Belle's eyes,

"I plan to fuck you senseless, both holes, several positions, from here to tomorrow, hopefully you'll last all night."

Belle released Trent's hand, and her hands went behind his neck, and she contorted herself to feverishly attack his mouth, her tongue enthusiastically swirled deeper in an attempt to taste his tonsils.

Trent made a concerted effort to cover as much of her rear mounds as possible with his hands, squeezed them lovingly and pressed his thigh against her crotch as he pushed hard against her vulva. He released her buttocks and brought his hands to her large bosom.

"I love big boobs, Belle yours are so soft," A teasing squeeze before motorboating her cleavage.

Belle giggled and squeezed her boobs together and Trent nibbled both nipples simultaneously.

He took her into a firm, loving embrace, whispered in her ear.

"Belle I am here for you, for your pleasure ... are you comfortable with Tom watching us fuck ... in the same room with me fucking you every way possible ... to multiple orgasms?"

"Uh no, not really."

"And what about the recording he requested?"

"No, I certainly don't want that."

"Ok, then lead the way to a different bed."

As they ascended the circular staircase, Trent ran his right fingers up her inner thigh, cupped her vulva, stopping her mid step. He pressed his left hand against her back, so she was forced to bend over and place her hands on a higher stair.

Trent held her there, kissed her ass cheek as he slipped two fingers into her sopping pussy, his thumb rotated around the wrinkled flesh of her back door.

Trent gently bit her round rump as he pressed his thumb in past her sphincter.

Several abrupt, aggressive, plunges as he bit her cheeks several times, some making her flinch and leaving red tooth marks.

Trent assists Belle up, but maintains his two in the pink one in the stink activity, as they ascend.

"Which room is Tom in?"

"That one." Belle pointed to the door directly ahead at the top of the stairs.

They proceeded to the next door, Trent removed his hand from her bottom, sniffs, then licks his fingers.

"Damn Belle I knew you had a fantastic aroma, but you've got a tremendously tantalizing, tangy taste, more delectable than any I've had in the past."

"You get comfortable, catch your breath, I'm gonna go chat with Tom, then I'm gonna part your thighs and devour that scrumptious cunt. You can expect more than one cunninglingus climax."

Trent leaves Belle sprawled on the bed and goes to the room where Tom has been waiting.

Tom was sitting fully clothed, in a chair next to the closet, a camcorder in hand. There was another camera on a tripod at the foot of the bed.

Trent stood in front of Tom.

"Tom, you agreed to Belle getting the satisfaction of a fantastic fuck, didn't you?"

Tom nodded, and some garbled, indistinguishable murmur followed.

"Tom, Belle feels she'll be uncomfortable, with the cameras and you watching us, so she has requested we fuck in the other room."

I paused, in case he wanted to respond.

"I don't know how you're feeling about all this, but Belle is a sexy woman, and she hasn't been properly fucked in a long time. Tom, I already gave her a couple explosive orgasms, she even squirted when I finger fucked her ass and cunt simultaneously."

I put my fingers to his nose.

"Belle's waiting in the other room, she craves more; you wouldn't deny her that pleasure would you?"

"No Trent, I know our love is strong, and this is just pleasures of the flesh, that she deserves. I'm not jealous, and I know our bond is strong."

"Ok Tom, she'll be loud and most likely we'll be fucking all night; so why don't you either go to a hotel or a different part of the house."

"If I can't watch, please allow me the pleasure of hearing her enjoying herself, I miss that... likely as much as she does."

"Tom, will you be disciplined enough to not disturb us?"

"I will Trent, I will."

When I returned to Belle, she was on her side, head resting on bent elbow.

I stood in the center of the room admiring her.

"Such a sexy, desirable, woman waiting for me."

Her right arm extended, holding up a swizzle stick.

"Prove it to me Trent, make me cum with only this." Belle ran the tiny plastic sword around her nipple.

"You got me so horny suggesting a salacious session with this being the instrument of sexual satisfaction ... the moment you got up from the table, I put this in my purse."

Trent in his expertise, teasing, stripper style, undressed; Belle's eyes indicated her appreciation and deep desire.

When he was naked, he sat next to her, he knew she had been anticipating this since they met, she already climaxed and squirted, so Trent knew she'd cum easy and quickly.

Trent laid his shirt over her eyes, brought her hand to his dick; took the swizzle stick and began by tracing the outline of her lips.

Trent drew the tip down her chin, to her boobs, made lazy circles and meandered the swizzle stick tip across the soft surface of her abundant breasts, teasing her areoles, poking, jabbing, grazing across, and around the base of her extended nipples.

Her body trembled, she couldn't remain still; he knew the sensations he was creating, and where they were taking her.

He dragged the pointy tip leisurely lower, he wandered aimlessly over her belly, around her tiny, indented button, down to her pubes.

Trent played as if it was a fork, trying to align and straighten her curly pubes.

Belle's legs parted wide, she wanted more.

Only the tip touched her skin, he outlined the dark curly soft hair triangle; when he got to the crease of her leg he followed it to the lowest point, against the bed, crossed over to the other side, Trent teasingly, brought the sharp tip up sliding along the valley of her labia crease, travelling slowly directly to her clit.

Belle, started panting her fingers were gripping and releasing the bedding, her hips slightly rising and falling.

Pausing, waiting, knowing Belle was anticipating what was coming next; he took his time, delicately dragged the plastic sword down the inside of her labia lips, carefully circling it around the wrinkled flesh of her dark star.

Then lazily up the inside of her other labia lip, he went straight towards her clitoris but didn't touch it; he put the sharp edge on the ridge of the hood, traced the edge covering her clitoris, gingerly moving it back, uncovering the tiny blood engorged nub.

Belle squirmed and an elongated moan broke the silence in the room.

Trent avoided the kernel's surface, but twirled around the entire circumference.

Belle's hands tightly clenched a fistful of the bedding, her back arched, her hips rolled; another guttural moan.

Trent knew the state she was at; she was on the precipice of erupting; he knew he could bring her over the edge at any moment, with the slightest amount of clitoral stimulation.

Trent ran the tiny swizzle stick down the inner edge of her pink soft labia, when he got to the bottom of her taco lips, where the vaginal opening is most sensitive and tender ... he went unhurriedly upward with the point directly in the middle of her slit, the side of the swizzle stick grazing the bright pink, soft, soaking, inner flesh surface, sloth like it took seconds to get back to her clitoris.

Belle's breathing was ragged, her hips rhythmically writhing, Trent had to be careful one mistake a pointy poke could spoil everything.

Pausing yet again, cautious, as she was writhing trying to get more contact; he used the very tip and once again circled the base of her tiny bean.

Trent held the back end of the stick between his thumb and forefinger and with his middle finger started a flicking, setting in motion a vibrating sword; he barely, just barely touched the surface of her clit. Flicking the stick, which in turn vibrated on the surface of her clit.

It was mere moments, Belle lifted her head ... threw aside his shirt so she could watch, her quivering legs spread wider, and she whimpered.

"Oh, Oh my God, Oh, that's terrific, oh Trent."

Belle's eyes rolled back, she flopped back on the bed convulsing, groaning.

Trent moved his body between her legs his stiff shaft was ready, her pussy was beyond ready, he slid in unobstructed, easily sunk deep, her legs unconsciously wrapped around his torso.

Trent began a steady, full length, deep thrusting stroke, she let out another wail, her body shivered, her legs shook.

"Damn it Trent your so fucking fantastic."

Trent put his hands under her bottom, squeezed her soft, round, ass cheeks and pulled her up from the bed, as he thrust hard into her, plunging fully, he held on to her and rolled her over.

When Belle was on top, she understood and began rocking to and fro; Trent's fingers tweaked, twisted, pulled her elongated nipples, he put her hand to her clitoris.

"Rub yourself Belle, as I hit your G spot, we'll climax together this time."

She wiggled her tiny bean, she leaned back, as Trent lunged, she rubbed, it was only a minute or two and Trent ejaculated, twitching inside her as he released his jism.

Belle groaned, another body convulsing orgasm, she fell forward, and they kissed enthusiastically.

Trent rolled her on her side, maintaining their coital union.

Trent snuggled, their sweaty bodies cuddling, his hands fondling her soft breasts. Trent kissed her neck tenderly, allowing her time to mellow out, and relish in the afterglow.

"I'll let you have a little break and then I'm going to make you come again with my cock up your ass, doggy style. I want you to have at least one more multiple ... don't be shy use your fingers again, if you have a decent sized toy, we can do a DP if you want."

Belle brought both her hands to his face, held his cheeks, planted a delicate, intimate kiss on his lips.

"Trent, no, no more, not tonight ... I've had enough, you were terrific, I had several sensational orgasms, you've made me feel young again; you awakened me, but now I want to cuddle Tom."

Belle kissed me again, a contented expression, she gave me a warm smile.

"I may call you again ... I may not ... Thank-you Trent... please show yourself out."