Can’t Get Rid of His Viagra Erection

I see a fire light up in his eyes the moment we hold hands and I let him peck me on the cheek.  He steps back to visually appraise my appearance, and already he is licking his lips with lascivious intent. His eyes roam across my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, across the dark tan of my skin, lingering for long moments on my lithe legs that set me at 180 cm in height, lingering for even longer moments on the transparent G-string I’m wearing and the way the crotch reveals my tight hairless pussy, and holding fast upon the way my full firm breasts press the nipples hard against the front fabric of the strapless transparent black brassiere that pushes them upwards. 

He tells me he has only one request, to help him get rid of his erection and I can’t help but notice the huge bulge in the crotch of his grey pants and think to myself, 8 inches at least. He tells me he took a double dose of Viagra to satisfy his wife, but after a night and a morning of love-making, his erection still hasn’t gone away; and his wife is so exhausted she asked him to visit Le Penthouse Suite, the Gold Coast’s finest and most elite bordello, to see if one of the first-class escorts there could assist him. And the request has fallen upon me, Vanessa, cat-walk model beauty, exotic, erotic play-kitten ready to rock your world and knock your socks off. 

As his escort-companion, I have a duty to make him feel comfortable, so as I lead him away from the introduction area to suite one, the deluxe room that is our intended destination, I let him put his arm around my waist and press his body against mine in an attempt to make the bulge in his pants a little less obvious, so our manageress at reception, or any other escort or client that might walk past, won’t notice anything. He appreciates my attempt at discretion, but he takes the opportunity as we walk side by side, to intermittently bump his length into my thigh, and I can feel how rock hard it is, and then I think maybe nine inches, and smile to myself. 

He’s old enough to be my father, solidly built and tall, but not as tall as myself, and when we walk up the plush carpeted stairs with me in the lead, his face is at about the height of my lower back and sweet booty. I take the opportunity to suddenly stop, and yes, he bumps into me from behind, and I can feel him involuntarily plant a small kiss on the curvature of my ass cheeks, and I giggle, because his lips are warm and the shock of his grey hair is ticklish against my lower back. 

I look back, and say, “Sorry, just playing with you dad,” and then he smiles and our eyes connect an unspoken agreement to make this coming interlude, the best love-making session he has ever had. 

He wastes no time the moment we have stepped through the door to suite one, and moves upon me like a tiger pouncing on its prey. His arms encircle me in a firm grip, and he buries his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling the fragrance of my long dark hair which cascades over my shoulder along my neck line, and he starts sucking my neck and kissing me all in one place there so that I arch my neck back and involuntarily struggle away from him. He won’t let me go, and he presses his thick hard, Viagra inspired erection hard against my pussy, straining to break through the fly of his pants, straining to break the fabric.  

He is so lustful that it seems he is trying to make love to me with his clothes on, and I have to reach down between our two bodies, which are pressed tightly together in a love-lock, to undo his pants just to free up his manhood.  

He is still kissing and sucking my neck, and I whisper down to him, “I have to make the bed.” 

“No you don’t,” he mumbles back to me and then he moves his lips to my breasts and starts to suck on my nipples through the transparent mesh of the brassiere, starts to pull the top down to expose the firm dusky flesh of my young mammary glands, so he can suck the fully exposed nipples now, sucking them until they are thick and hard and erect like cylindrical buttons. 

I manage to drop his pants to the floor and pull his erection out of his black briefs, and yes, he is at least eight inches, and his manhood is thick and throbbing and hard as blue steel. I grip his cock and squeeze it hard, and pull it hard and start to stroke the meat pole until he is groaning in pleasure, and he tries to move me to the bed, but I know I have to fit the sheets before we can do that and the moment is intense and immediate enough that I pull him down to the carpeted floor, like a lion taking down a wildebeest, and when he moves his face to my pussy, and starts to suck my tight pussy lips through the transparent mesh fabric, I quickly find a condom packet from the few that are strategically placed around the room, and as he pulls aside the crotch of my G-string to suck my pussy lips, and lick hard my clitoris, I tear open the condom packet and hold the condom until he is ready to be inside me.  

He growls my sex for endless moment upon moment, his face buried between my thighs, which I squeeze against the sides of his head a few times when he starts nibbling my clitoris, and this makes him look over at me, and we both know it is time. I sit up and so does he, and I start to fit the condom onto his throbbing shaft with my fingers, then finish the job with my mouth, sucking and rolling the prophylactic to its limit at about two centimetres from the base of his pulsing cock.  

He moves quickly and I lay back on the carpeted floor, opening my legs wide, my G-string is set askew with the crotch bunched to the side, and my brassiere is also askew exposing my full breasts. He places the head of his erection against the groove of my pussy, and runs it up and down along the furrow, rubbing it against my pussy lips, rubbing it hard against my clitoris, and then finding the opening, and penetrating my tight sex with a small silent pop that sends a quiver through my body. 

He pushes his manhood in once to about half-way, then pulls back a little bit, and then thrusts it all the way in, all the way even into my G-spot and I buck up and my hips lift off the floor in a move like they do in aerobics class. He starts pounding me, pounding me hard against the carpet floor, riding me, rocking me, all the while sucking my breasts and kissing my neck and lips, and face, and his thrusting becomes manic and wild, and I feel him trying to thrust even deeper, trying to plough me into the floor, and his crescendo rises and in three pounding stabs deep into my pussy he orgasms and I can feel blossoming heat deep in my sex centre.  

We pause for a few moments, and he says, “Nope, my erection still hasn’t gone away.” He smiles at me and I think, this is going to be a long night. 

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Hannah