1. 06. Mazzy's Perfect Head


    Date: 9/8/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    of the most enthralling conversations of my life. When Mazzy asked me to see her home, I was still in character and got up instantly, pushing through the crowd and hailing her a cab. She held my hand the entire time and dragged me into the car with her, where we sat silently until she asked, “So what’s with this ‘Fluffer’ thing?” I explained. She reddened, turned her head to the window and I felt like a sleeze. That’s when she came out with her bombshell and I nearly wept with excitement. She lived in a swanky penthouse flat apparently on loan to her from a PR agency, all sleek pure white and city-views. “It’s kind of like being a squatter,” she said, slinging her keys onto a slab of marble that, I suppose, was the kitchen. “None of it’s really mine. The minute my bubble bursts I’m back out on the street. No record deals, no flat. You want to take a bath?” She didn’t wait for an answer, just slinked her way up a hall and into the bathroom, discarding clothes as she went. More marble and I mean loads more. Entirely pale cream stone, even the bowl of the bath sunk in the middle of the room beneath a skylight like a Bond set. Mazzy stepped out of her skirt and, just in her bra and thong, twisted taps to gush steaming hot water into the bath. She had impossible skin, it didn’t look real, more like part of the translucent stone around her. “Come on, get your kit off, shy boy,” she growled and unfastened my jeans. She yanked them down my legs, tugged my t-shirt off over my head and ...
    stood back to admire her handiwork. Me, in my boxers. “Jesus, how much do you work out?” she said, folding her arms and flicking her eyes all over me, then spinning her finger for me to turn around. I mumbled about building sites and running sometimes and she bit on a grin as I actually, clumsily, pirouetted. I nodded at her and she reciprocated, executing the kind of slow, hip swinging swivel only a performer can execute well. Her soft, kittenish-curves and creamy pallor slightly made me think of the original 'Snow White' if that’s not a really pervy thing to say. When she turned back to me I had moved close, and wrapped my arms lightly around her, relishing the press of skin. “Kissing okay?” I said. She nodded, her eyes smiling. “Kissing is my thing,” she said and offered up her face. Her lips where huge and she kissed in soft paddy presses, mouth closed and almost nipping at my lips with hers. I grew insanely hard against her little potbelly, and couldn’t help but rub against her. “Whoa there Tonto,” she breathed, turning off the bath, “There’s no rush.” She removed her bra, stepped out of her thong and into the hot fragrant water before my eyes could grab all they wanted. With less elegance, I presented her with more than an eyeful as I tried to do the same, cock bouncing and making her giggle. My head buzzed with sleeplessness and the hot water, with some kind relaxing bubble bath thing in it, had both our eyes hooding in a pleasant daze. We interlocked legs and basked, ...
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