The Weekend Pt6

by Jo. Schmidt 2 months ago in fiction

One weekend. From Friday at 6PM until Sunday at 4PM. $1,000,000. But what is going to happen to her in that time?

The Weekend Pt6

It was very clear from the moment Rachel saw Tristan for the first time that he was quite a bit younger than all the men she usually saw, but she was finding herself not only comparing him to men she saw as an escort but also to men she had dated before becoming an escort. The youngest man she had ever been with was when she was eighteen, she dated a fellow classmate who was also eighteen, and even he wasn’t able to continue sexually in the way Tristan was.

After they finished fucking in the shower, Tristan turned off the water, then got two fluffy white towels. He wrapped one around himself then covered the second around Rachel and helped her dry off. It felt so soft and warm on her skin and Tristan pulled it tighter around her, wrapping her in the soft fabric.

“Cozy?” he asked her.

She looked up at him. “Yes, very.”

“Good,” he said, smiling.

Sweeping her up into his arms, Tristan carried Rachel out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. The whole thing had happened so quickly, Rachel hadn’t even realized what had happened until she was laying back in Tristan’s bed.

Tristan had allowed her to dry off with the towel, now he wanted it off her. So he grabbed it and ripped it off her body. Rachel laid proudly in front of him, not at all bothered by her nakedness.

“Fuck,” Tristan said, “you are so God damn hot. Get on all fours,” he ordered her. “Stick your ass in the air.”

Rachel did what she was told, rolling onto her stomach then climbing up onto her hands and knees. She felt Tristan’s hands spreading her legs further apart, exposing her wet pussy to him. She was still dripping wet from being fucked in the shower and the sight of it instantly hardened Tristan’s cock.

Getting down on his knees behind her, Tristan brought his face right up to her wet snatch, breathing in the scent of her. She was so intoxicating.

Spreading her pussy lips with his fingers, Tristan slowly began licking her wet sex, moving his tonuge in slow strokes up and down her pussy.

“Ohh,” Rachel moaned as his tongue touched her most intimate place.

He circled his tongue around her entrance then stuck his wet tongue inside her hole, fucking her with it.

“Oh my God!” Rachel cried, her arms began shaking. His tongue felt so forgein inside her and not like anything she had ever experienced before.

Pulling away from her, she heard Tristan licking his fingers before bringing them to her clit. He circled her clit with his wet fingers, teasing her.

“I know you said no anal,” he said, “but do you mind if I lick your asshole as I finger fuck you?” he asked her.

“No one has ever done that to me before,” Rachel commented.

“You’ll love it baby,” he told her. “If you are uncomfortable at all, just tell me and I’ll stop,” he promised.

“Okay,” she said, softly, feeling a little nervous. He was respecting her no anal wishes but she was still nervous to have something so close to her asshole and she wasn’t sure if she’d like it.

How wrong she was though. Tristan inserted two of his fingers into her wet snatch at the same moment he pressed his face into her ass and began licking at her anus. The combined feeling of his fingers penetrating her and his tongue working against her asshole made her cry out. At first she whimpered as the unusual feeling worked its way through her body, but then she found herself enjoying it, even pushing her ass up to get closer to Tristan’s lapping tongue.

“You like that baby?” Tristan asked her.

Rachel moaned in response to him, making his chuckle before continuing his work on her different holes.

As he thrusted his fingers in and out of her, he began to feel her tightening up as she got closer to cumming. Feeling this, he pulled his fingers out, spat on her pussy then inserted three fingers into her.

Rachel cried out as he began fucking her with three of his long thick fingers. The added moisture of his spit allowed him to pull his fingers out of her fast and shove them back inside her hard and she whimpered as her body got closer to another orgasim.

Pulling himself off of her again, he held her ass in one hand as he fucked her hard with his fingers, bringing her to the edge of her climax. “Scream for me, baby,” he ordered her. “Show me how much you love this.”

“FUCK!” Rachel cried out as his fingers curled inside her, reaching parts of her she didn’t think could ever be touched.

Her body clenched up and she moaned loudly as her orgasim rocked through her and she fell onto her stomach, unable to hold herself up any longer.

She felt Tristan’s hand on her back. “How did you like your first taste of ass-fucking?”

Rachel turned her head and looked at Tristan. “It was interesting,’ she admitted.

A grin spread across his face. “I won’t ask to go any further than that. I will only do anything more if you ask me too,’ he told her.

“Okay,” she said. “Thank you.”

Reaching towards him, Rachel took his rock hard cock into her hand. “Want me to suck your cock?” she asked him.

“Oh baby,” Tristan said, falling onto his back and pulling Rachel on top of him, “you never ever have to ask me that.”

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