Andy had found book accidentally (link).
He loved its stylish work craft, the beautiful cover, the provocative title. The erotic pictures inside were the cherry on the cake. He became very curious how writer could write over 300 pages not only about sex but also about perversions. And there were not many such books existing.
He immediately took it and went home.
His girlfriend was on a business trip, but she rang and they talked for an hour and a half. Whether it was because of the book or because of the conversation, but he felt he was horny.
The warm shower made this feeling even stronger.
Only with his towel wrapped around his tights he left the bathroom. The drops of water on his body would quench the thirst of every lady. Andy was a very charming and attractive man – medium tall, well-built, fit, with a very good shape and strong hands.
But if his body was just sexy, his smile and his dimples melted the women hearts and left a wet spots on their pants.
Andy fell the most to experienced women – older, wiser. He loved the whores and did not hide it. And they sniffed it at once. Even now, he was chatting with two of them and they were waiting for his answer in What`sUp. They were business ladies, who knew what they wanted and did not waste their time. One of them allowed him to suggest that she would buy him a car, but only if he sacrificed his freedom and was at her disposal al the time. Well, Andy did not like that, because he could have anything he wanted, and he was not so greedy. And he adored the diversity.
His girlfriend was a completely different kind – sweet, good-natured and nice. She would be a good mother and wife.
Andy had two models of female presence in his life – the nice woman and the whore (but the whore in real dimensions, multiplied by at least five in alternation). He was not ready for a family, but his male ego was based and fed his savage sex performances. Because the whores wanted a hard fuck, they invented games, prayed him to bite them and pinch them, put bottles in their pussy and balls in their asses, they wanted to act as kittens and roar, and so so much more … and he did all this perfectly and even invented some new things, which they happily performed. Satisfied rich people are always ready for crazy things because they have achieved success at certain levels, tasted a lot and wanted more and more. And they could afford it.
With his girlfriend, he was nice and calm, but boring. Though, she gave him a feeling of certainty, as he gained passion from his whores and satisfied that primal inner rage, springing from the depths of his sexual depths. And our sexual core is ancient as the world.
Andy took a glass of wine – heavy, dark red, almost black. And as he was almost naked, only with a towel wrapped around the waist, he sat down on the soft sofa and took the book in his hands. He stared at the cover and smiled. Distinguished. Inhale. He liked the smell of books – new books and old book. He was from the generation that read a little more, and that was why he felt an innate affinity for reading. Not that he did not like internet, games, and so on.
Andy examined the erotic photos and felt his cock rising.
He started reading.
One page, two, three, four, five …. he did not realize how he’d got up to 50. The writer grabbed him in – as if he was enchanted. The author was good- she staggered the words with fervor, had a good expression, a specific style, and combined the senses with excitement. She could describe the cynical in an intelligent way, so it was irritating and exciting, and the senses were fine. The writing depicted an insatiable dirty woman who was crazy about sex and got whatever she needed. She described herself, as if she was almost nymphomaniac and that she found herself, her identity through sexuality. She was writing hard, brave, daring, with shameless openness and revelation, worthy of respect. And that sincerity ignited him.
“Whore,” Andy whispered, leaving the book aside.
His cock was as hard as a stone, stout and wet.
He took his hand and imagined the mouth of the author, which dissolved and eagerly took his dick in. A gentle tremor stroked his stomach, his fantasy turned to the image of a woman with dark long hair and juicy lips – a woman who could ruin him and drain his stealthy masculinity.
His hand moved on the solid cock, and the dripping liquid grew, as the wet pussy of the perverse writer dragged it out, and started to move more and more quickly … Then she slowed down … and hurried up again …And her pussy was so damp and soft, so lusty that he could only fuck it in the most savage way until he started screaming and pulsing, squeezing it hard, squeezing and squeezing …
Andy exploded and trembled in his own sweet fantasy. His hand was full of semen, he breathed heavily, and his healthy dick calmed down and softened.
“I admit it – you are good!” Thought the awesome Andy, looking at the wonderful book through which he managed to shake emotionally and move to another world. And he had just begun to read …
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