Too Far Gone

PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

Travis closed the door; he looked at her thong backside. He walked over to the comforter. He placed the silver tray down on the carpet. He looked back over at her thong backside. He palmed his semi-erection.

“Hi Trina.”

“How is the island?”

She looked over at Travis.

“Blissful.”

“Have you found Mr. Right?”

“I’m searching. Trina let me call you back.” Ciara flipped her cell phone down and placed it back on the dresser. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“About to consume this meal, if I’m allowed too.”

Ciara looked down at the heaps of meat, and cheese neatly lined on a serving tray.

“After you are fed, you are to leave, immediately.”

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

“The white flag has not been waved yet.”

Travis lifted the novel she was reading.

“Romance novels, a woman’s cure to everything.”

Ciara looked over at Travis’ hairy chest wall, and down at his big feet.

“For some.”

She knelt down and sat on the comforter.

Travis pushed the novel under the bed.

“Would you like me to fix you a plate, or feed you grapes?”

“I get that kind of treatment.”

“Only in your dreams.” She winked at him.

“Then why did you ask.”

“To see if you would bite the bait.”

Travis leaned over and gently nipped at her lips, he then tenderly kissed them. He inched back and stroked her cheek.

“I love biting my bait.”

“That was very smooth.”

“Just a line in one of my movies.”

“Which one is that?”

“The one you and I are starring in.”

“So, should I cancel out on Peter?”

“Most definitely.”

Ciara held some grapes over Travis’ mouth. He held her wrist and brought the bunch down to his mouth. He bit into three of them.

Some of the juices slid down his chin.

Ciara reached over and licked the juices away. She inched back.

“You are still trying to seduce me.”

“I am not.”

“Not to worry, I might go willingly.”

“You would not place a notch in your bed from me lying on my back. Remember now, I come a dime a dozen.”

“You’re good with that tongue of yours Ciara.”

“And how would you know that.”

“It’s quick, and straight to the point.”

She looked down. His erection spoke unspeakable volumes.

“I see a point I would love to test that theory on.”

Travis looked down at his boxer shorts

“Darn it, I forgot you are not attracted to me. Would you like some Moet, or Cristal?”

Ciara pivoted to lift the corkscrew.

“You are going to make this hard for me, aren’t you?”

“It seems like you are already there, too bad, you do not have a willing participant.”

“Does that mean I can’t taste your lips again?”

“That is exactly wh....”

Travis leaned over, and palmed Ciara’s chin. He kissed her lips.

Ciara’s lips instantly relaxed against his.

Travis scooted closer. He kissed the side of her neck.

“And you are no...”

Travis stuck his tongue inside Ciara’s ear canal.

“Umm.”

Travis gradually eased down the spaghetti strap to Ciara’s camisole. He kissed her shoulder blade.

“Is this the part of.....? Of me auditioning for this role?”

“I do not sleep with my actresses,” he whispered in her ear.

Travis leaned down and kissed a breast nipple.

Ciara’s braced her head against the side of the bed.

Travis palmed her other shoulder and eased the other strap down.

“You are very beautiful Ciara.”

He kissed her other breast, and then teased the nipple.

Ciara arched her back.

Travis’ tongue made a path down her cleavage.

Ciara reached down and unknotted the belt to Travis’ robe. She opened the flaps. She lifted his head, and kissed his lips, she rubbed the hairs covering his chest.

Ciara leaned forward. Travis leaned backwards.

Ciara kissed his chest; she kissed him under his chin.

“How is my acting?”

“Let’s work through this scene, and then I will surrender my verdict.”

“Do you mind if I stray from the script.” She licked over his nipple.

“Improvising usually gets the part.”

Ciara straddled Travis’ lap. She palmed the sides of his upper arms. She leaned her head down and kissed his lips.

Travis palmed the sides of Ciara’s face; he twirled his tongue around hers.

Ciara inched back. She caressed his beard.

“Do you think this would be an X-rated movie?”

“We are definitely pass R.”

“I do not want to disappoint the critics, Mr. Director.”

Ciara reached down and felt for his erection, which was not hard to locate.

“Oh baby,” Travis moaned. He intensified the kiss.

Ciara stroked Travis’ penis faster through his boxer shorts. She inched back and palmed his chest; she dropped the tip of her tongue onto his chest. She inched lower.

“Ciara.” Travis’ head graced the comforter.

Ciara unsnapped his boxer shorts and inched them down.

Travis lifted his buttocks.

Ciara pulled his boxer shorts down his legs and threw them across the room.

“Oh, where was I?”

Travis palmed Ciara’s head, and gently ushered her head to his groin.

“Oh yes right there.” Ciara palmed Travis’ manhood. “I like my co-star’s uhh...family jewels.”

She opened her mouth and teased the tip. She kissed over the slit and rubbed the tip of her tongue over it. She inched up and opened her mouth wider. Her mouth eased down the length.

“Oh...shit.”

Ciara pulled her mouth back, and wiggled Travis’ member inside her mouth.

Her chin touched his testicles. She inched her mouth up and suckled around the helmet. She withdrew her mouth and spit on the tip; she palmed the width and poked her tongue at the inflexible flesh.

“You have a very big dick.”

“Let me...oh baby… let…let me show you.”

“I am still auditioning. I did not know this is part of the requirement.”

“Ciara, let me make love to you.”

“Hum, I’m still aud….”

Travis pulled Ciara on top of him. He palmed his manhood and darted it inside her pussy.

“Oh...baby, you were trying to keep this from me.”

Travis gripped Ciara’s buttocks.

Ciara moved slowly. Her pussy was beating. Travis leaned his face upward. Ciara leaned her face downward.

Their tongues met.

Ciara poked at Travis’ tongue with hers, as she moved her pelvis.

“Uggg.” Travis palmed Ciara’s lower back and leaned his upper body up. He kissed a breast nipple and stabbed his manhood deeper.

“Ooooooo…yes.”

He laid backwards and rubbed over her back; he pulled her upper body closer and kissed the other breast.

Ciara inched her pussy upward, and then bounced it up and down his dick. She reached backwards and cupped his testicles.

“Ciara.”

Travis squeezed Ciara’s buttocks. He heaved her hips upward, and then downward.

Ciara felt Travis’ dick beating against her vaginal walls. She leaned down and kissed his lips. She unfolded her body and braced her palms on the comforter. She moved her pelvis downward to the rhythm of his upward thrusts.

“Ciara...I have.”

Ciara kissed Travis’ mouth. He squeezed her tighter. His ejaculation overflowed. “Oh...shitttt.” His kissed Ciara’s lips.

Ciara moved to the feeling of Travis pumping his dick inside of her.

“Oh...Trav...”

Her climax hungrily made an existence.

Travis squeezed Ciara’s lower body to his and sucked on a breast nipple. He inched back and dropped his head to the comforter. “Oh, that pussy feels good.”

Ciara moved her pussy.

“Uummm and so do you.”

Both gradually moved, soaking in the aftermath.

Ciara leaned her face down. Travis kissed her on the lips.

Her cell phone rang.

Travis and Ciara slowly disengaged their lips.

Both turned in the direction of the dresser.

“Baby, let it ring.”

“I’m sorry I can’t, it could be my Publicist.”

“Is that a male or female?”

“Female. Excuse me.”

Ciara inched her pussy back and lifted off Travis; she stood and walked over to the dresser. She lifted her cell phone from off the dresser, flipped it open, and placed it up to her ear.

“Trina this better be important.”

“Yes, I recently spoke to someone name Peter.”

“Peter called you, I do not see how; I never gave him my cell phone.”

Travis looked over at Ciara’s back. Her hair curtaining her back turned him on even more. The back of her legs and thighs were toned. He stood and walked over to Ciara’s turned back. He moved her hair aside and kissed her neck.

“He said he has made reservations for you to fly out to California next week.”

Travis palmed Ciara’s breasts from behind and thrust his dick against her derrière. He rained kisses to the back of her neck. He dropped his hand to her pelvis and stuck a finger inside her pussy; he wiggled it inside of her.

Ciara arched her back. “Uumm.”

Travis squeezed a breast, suckled the back of her neck, and gyrated his finger inside of her pussy farther.

Ciara’s body grooved against the pleasure.

“Tra...ahh...”

Travis withdrew his finger and tasted it. He turned Ciara around and lifted her. He sat her down on the dresser and knelt on his knees.

Travis lifted Ciara’s legs and gapped them. He darted his tongue inside her pussy.

“Oh... Travis.” She dropped the cell phone.

“Ciara, are you there.”

Travis flogged Ciara’s clitoris with his tongue.

 “Oh Travis.”

Trina covered her mouth. She hung up her telephone.

“I guess she found her Mr. Right after all.”

Travis stood. He wrapped his arms around Ciara’s waist, lifted her from off the dresser, and carried her over to the bed; he rested her back against the cover. He got between her legs, palmed his manhood, and shot it inside her pussy.

“Oh...Travis.”

Ciara arched her back. She gripped Travis’ buttocks tighter and mashed them down.

“You loving this dick, huh. Say Travis, ‘give it to me harder.’ Travis banged Ciara’s womanhood harder.

“Oh...shit... harder....oh Travis yes, yes,” Ciara cried out.

Travis leaned up. He palmed the wall and thrust his dick inside her pussy.

The headboard rattled behind the intensity.

“Oh baby...Ciara.” Travis leaned his face down.

Ciara palmed the sides of his face and kissed him. She indented her tongue into his mouth.

“Uummmm.”

Ciara opened her legs wider.

Travis lifted his body; he persistently rammed his manhood inside of her.

“Trav...Travis... You…you are hurting that ...oh my pussy.”

Travis continued to ram the length inside her. The base of his dick hit her clitoris with a rambling might. His body vibrated.

Ciara scratched Travis’ back. She leaned up and kissed his hirsute chest; she kissed his sweaty skin and palmed his back.

“Oh baby...”  

Travis withdrew and turned Ciara over. He lifted her hips and palmed her buttocks. He entered her from behind.

Ciara threw her derrière against his groin.

“Oh your...your pussy is sending me.”

Travis withdrew his dick and wiped it off. He reentered her; he reached forward and placed his fingers inside her mouth.

Ciara suckled Travis’ fingers, as she slammed her buttocks into his groin. “Oh...Travis...you’re hurting me.”

He smacked her derrière and jammed his dick insider her harder.

“You...oh baby, you making the head of my dick beat.”

Travis took his dick out. He flipped Ciara over, and shoved his dick back inside her pussy.

He palmed the mattress, and slowly thrust inside of her.

Ciara kissed Travis’ chest. Travis bent down and kissed Ciara’s lips. He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “You have some good pussy, and yes, you got the part.”

Travis inched back. He looked down into her eyes. “Can I cum inside you again.”

“Are you a very clean man, such as this woman?” Ciara pulled Travis’ body down on hers, and climaxed. “Oh Travis.”

He increased his thrust.

“Ciara...Ciara...,” he moaned. Travis threw his head back and ejaculated inside her. He leaned downward and kissed her unmercifully.

Both moved their bodies to the crescendo aftermath.

Ciara wrapped her legs around Travis’ legs. She gyrated while looking up into his eyes. Travis took a deep breath and laid on top of Ciara.

“What a fucking rush.”

“Yes, I agree, Mr. Director.”

“I never meant for this to happen.”

“Me either, I still do not care for you.”

Travis inched back, and looked down into her eyes.

“I do not like you either.”

Ciara smiled to herself.

“Then why were you moaning my name.”

“If you change your name, I will probably moan that one as well.”

“My name or another woman with another name.”

“Look at you, trying to reel this brotha in.”

“I do not think so, and since we are...done, I would like to sleep, alone.”

“I thought I will camp out here for the night. Since we do not like each other, it should not matter if we share a bed.”

“It would not bother me, just please stay on your side of the bed.”

“I will agree to that, and do not go seducing a brotha at rest.”

“In your dreams.”

“I have not had a wet dream about a beautiful woman in a very long time.” He winked at her.

Ciara blushed.  Travis slid off her.

Both got out the bed.

Ciara sat down on the comforter.

“I thought we were bedding for the night.”

“No you are. I still have my carpet picnic.”

Travis looked down.

“There is enough food for two people.”

“Are you trying to crash my party?”

“Consider it crashed.”

“What’s in it for me, the hostess?”

“After we climb back under those covers, I guess you will find out.”

Ciara could not get enough of his wicked smile.

“You...are not following the rules.”


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