She relieves tensions after a bad week but was it real?

She gripped him tight with her strong cunt muscles and his cry became almost one of pain, his back arched up, lifting her off the bed as he strove to bury himself as deep inside her as he could go.

And then he dropped back onto the bed, and she collapsed onto his chest. They both started laughing uncontrollably. Their orgasms had been so intense that it was almost a relief when they subsided. Surrounded by his strong arms, pressed to his lean, smooth body, his hot mouth on hers, basking in the afterglow of two powerful orgasms, Laura was in heaven.

They lay like that for a while, as their heart rates and breathing returned to normal. "Laura, you're a fantastic fuck", David said at last.

"You're not so bad yourself" she replied, smiling blissfully. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting a bit cold lying here all sweaty. Fancy a shower?"

The shower was warm and refreshing, and they spent some time soaping each other's bodies, using the shower-head to stimulate each other with the water jets, and kissing, caressing and generally fooling around in the warm flood. By the time they were towelling each other dry, admiring and stroking each other's bodies, they were both highly aroused.

Then in a fluid movement he swept her up in his arms and carried her back into the bedroom, lowering her carefully onto the bed. He kissed her tenderly on her lips, then started kissing and licking her face -- her eyes, her ears, her cheeks, her neck, then across her shoulders and licking down her inner arms. He licker her armpits, which tickled a little but felt sexy, then trailed his tongue wetly across her breasts and nipples. He followed the path of his tongue with his fingers, caressing her inner arms and then her breasts as his mouth moved lower. As his tongue traced and probed her navel, then trailed lower between her soft lower lips, she gasped and her body shivered in delight. But after a few minutes of delicious licking and probing, she knew what she needed most.

She reached once more into her bag and grabbed another condom. Her other hand lightly stroked his hair, then gently pulled his head back. He smiled up at her, his mouth and chin slick with her juices. "What's up? Am I missing the spot?"

"Not at all -- it's beautiful. But I need you to put this on" -- she handed him the condom - "and the hat -- and fuck me. I want your gorgeous body on me and in me -- now, please."

He knelt up between her legs so she could admire his beautiful, sculpted physique. He tore open the wrapper, swiftly rolled the rubber sheath over his long up-curved cock, and then retrieved the hat from the floor by the bed. "And the mask?" he asked.

"No thanks, just the hat. God, you look just like the Donatello statue -- or how he'd look if Donatello had given him a nice, long stiff prick." She giggled. "Who knows, perhaps Donatello really did give the model a stiff prick, but he probably needed the boy to bend over for it!"

"So what do you want me to do with the stiff pick you've given me, ma'am?"

"Why don't you stick it in my cunt, you naughty, naughty boy?"

"Why ma'am, that's a very naughty thing to say!" He pronounced it 'notty', and Laura giggled again.

"That's because I'm really a dirty slut who wants to be fucked. Is that a problem, Mr Statue-Man?"

"Not at all, ma'am. Pass me a pillow"

He slid back off the end of the bed, placed a pillow on the end of the mattress, and then grabbed her legs just above the knees and dragged her to him, lifting her buttocks onto the pillow and spreading her legs in one smooth display of his strength.

"Ooh, you big, forceful -- AAH!" she began, and was cut short by a powerful thrust of his cock, filling her instantly to the hilt.