Single Mom - Brunch Meeting - Sex Stories

Single Mom - Brunch Meeting

“Good morning, my lady,” Hugo Alazar said yawning as he spied Rochelle waking.“Hey! Good morning,” she returned in kind.“Sleep well?”“Yes. How about you?”“It was good,” he said pulling her close to him.“Hold on,” she protested. “I have morning breath.”“So,” he kissed her anyway. “Last night was so good!”“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she giggled.“Hell yeah! I gotta get some more of that.”“You will.”“Now’s as good a time as any,” he remarked placing her hand on his engorged manhood.“I see,” she purred.Rochelle slid underneath the covers and paid serious attention to the stiff rod belonging to the half-Ethiopian, half-French, Canadian-raised, doctor. She took great care in nursing on his dick. As she delivered the wet blow job, the man was writhe with pleasure.Hugo threw off the comforter and smiled broadly. His angular features and hazel eyes studied the vixen before him. “Come here, beautiful,” he beckoned. She moved toward him. He ran his fingers through her short, relaxed hair and down to her full breasts. He cupped them and massaged them gently. It made her coo. “I want you,” he announced. He turned her on her stomach and smacked her ass cheeks. He positioned himself to snack on her warm tranny pussy. As he at her out, she groaned with delight.Eventually, he flipped her onto her back. He entered her inner sanctum slowly giving her time to fully accept the length of his nine-inch cock. He heaved and thrusted repeatedly, lovingly.“Oh, Hugo,” the woman breathed heavily.He looked into her eyes. “You feel so good!”“Take me!”They made love until she climaxed hands free. The contractions of her sphincter muscle on his rod milked him dry as he flooded her insides. He gasped nearly breathless. “Damn, girl!”“Did you like it,” she checked.“Of course, eh!”They reluctantly climbed out of bed. Hugo offered to run down and grab a couple of things from the continental breakfast offering. Rochelle requested a cheese danish or a blueberry muffin if they had them. He dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and an oversized white T-shirt. She hopped in the shower.When Hugo returned, he had Rochelle’s pastry, a plate with a couple of pieces of bacon, an apple, and a boiled egg. He also carried two individual-sized cartons of orange juice. They were eating light because the couple was meeting with Joan Phillips for brunch. After finishing the light meal, Hugo cleaned up.Rochelle had just finished packing her suitcase when the tall, slim man emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a feminine, floral-print, black and metallic champagne dress with a V-neck and ruching gathered at the left waist. The fitted number boasted cap sleeves and came down to her knees. She had on a pair of Sperry wedge heel linen sandals.“Damn! You look hot,” admitted the Toronto native.“Thanks, handsome,” she fired back.Hugo carried the bags to the car and retrieved his lady friend once everything was situated. He drove to a local grocery store. He picked out a coffee cake from the bakery and ...