“Ginger”, he calls her. She met him online and immediately the sparks flew when they shouldn’t have. And they really shouldn’t have. Two worlds apart, literally, or almost anyways.
Her. Perth, the “City at the End of the Earth”, she calls it. Australia’s hidden jewel city. The San Diego or South of France of the Southern Hemisphere. Heavenly, except of course, for that fact that it is impossible to reach.Tack on $5,000-$10,000 USD per visit and we see why this is unsustainable as often as the would like. But passion is a bitter and selfish pill to swallow. It doesn’t care about the savings. It cares about one thing and one thing only. Itself.
So late night, after a virtual “cum for Daddy” FaceTime session, his dick’s brain took ahold of the MasterCard and told Expedia “deal me in. I need to see what it’s like in the Land of Plenty.”
“I need Ginger.” She always beat Mary Ann in his opinion anyways. And this old Professor is hell bent to anger fuck an unsuspecting auburn goddess 15 years his junior.
His promise to her, as he bragged about himself relentlessly, was sensual torture. A massage. A massage therapist in college, he knows his craft still.
He arrived at Perth International on a Friday afternoon. Completely wiped out from the nearly 30 hours of travel. Arriving at the 5-star hotel, immediately he crashed and didn’t open an eye for 13 hours. Saturday morning now and he calls the front desk the Crown Metropol Perth. “You should have a delivery for me. A big box. Like huge. Can you have it sent over by the Bellhop, or I think you call it, the Porter?”
An Aussie accented female voice says, “Oh yes, of course. I have your box right here”, the girl at the front desk said, then giggled after she realized what she just said. “I uh, I mean, right away, Sir, I will have it sent up.” Those words practically crippled him. Not the “box” part. “That accent,” he thought.
God damn. “It’s like porn for my ears.”
Then the text message was sent. “Kitten. Crown Metropol. Across the Swan River from Downtown. By the stadium. I have a cottage. Infinity Suite #16. Afternoon or as soon as you can. Oh yeah…Daddy’s gonna make heaven fall down to you.”
An immediate reply. “Daddy. I’m already ready. Just showered. And oh yeah…Kitten is going to bring hell up to you.”
He prepares the room. Sets the ambiance. “Looking pretty damn romantic if I must say so myself. You’d never guess that some straight-up bad-temper-angry sex that would make pornstars shake their heads is about to go down.”
He opens the door to see the most beautiful redhead in both hemispheres. Nervous? Not a chance. Immediately their lips lock and it takes everything in his willpower to not rip everything off of her and devour her from head to toe. Still, he manages a forearm brush right between her legs to feel the heat and moisture generated from the kiss.
“No. Stop. I am a man of my word. I promised something sensual, so I am giving you that.”
“Okay, I guess, Daddy.”
The accent. Levels him. Can’t he just fuck her and make her scream already?“
He gathers himself enough to say “Naked. Over there”, gesturing to the massage table. He sets the mood. The critical components. Essential oils. Lighting. Noises are strictly Enya. No clothes is key. White towels.
He immediately has his hands up her body. Spending time everywhere any standard masseur would.
You see, he has one goal. One goal in mind. Normally he is extremely intense. But he wants to bring her down so low, that she is almost asleep, as he enters her.
To bring her from the lowest low to the highest high.
That is the goal.
After 30 minutes, he makes his way to the good parts. First her breasts. Nipples. Hearing her moan an Aussie moan is crippling.
Then her lips. Around her pussy, to the inner thigh, back again, to the clit.
Rubbing slowly circles. Gradual pressure. Harder now. Faster now. More and more and more.
She is about to cum. When he moves to her breasts again. Edging her more and more. Then back to the clit. Then he wipes the oil away from his hands quietly. And drives two fingers right inside the wettest little tight red haired pussy to generate a subtle squeal.
Other hand rubbing circles again. And the clit and G-spot getting two ends of a massage with a woman in absolute bliss.
And she cums.
Twice. Within seconds of each other.
So he rolls her over, keeps massaging her lips, inner thigh, and now asshole too. Thumb inside asshole and as she begins to bend a knee and his hard cock is pressed right up between her lips and rests there.
She knows what it is. But it’s not inside her yet.
So he waits. And waits. And waits.
Then enters her and changes everything in one second flat. Grabbing her hair hard and slamming himself as deep as he can right into her relaxed and sensitive pussy. Hard. Fast. Yanking her hair hard.
Cumming all over his cock and he just got started. He loves it cause he knows he can fuck another orgasm out of her. He has plenty of life left in this dick. Two fingers in that tight virgin ass now. Feeling his cock with those fingers going back and forth. Hard. Fast.
Spanking her ass until it’s as red as her hair. Hand around her neck and squeezing. Pulling out to drizzle her wetness right into her mouth as he flips her over and fucks her with her on her back. Fucking her with his eyes.
This little kitten has an attitude that can’t be explained. Spunky. Smiling a smile and fucking him with her eyes right back. “Daddy fucking fuck me. Fill my pussy with cum. Fuck me. Harder. Please, Daddy.“
Oh shit, she is vocal one. And the accent. That’s it. He immediately loses it and empties himself inside her. She matches him with another orgasm of her own.
He immediately pulls her up by the back of the neck, sucks her tongue, and pushes her down back down to the massage table. She grabs both hands around his neck and yanks him down with her.
“This week is going to be heaven, Kitten.”
“Daddy, I haven’t even shown you hell yet.”