A night stroll 1
'Get a hold of yourself Maurice.' Maurice chanted in his mind as he shook his head to return his focus back to the reason he came to find Lara.
Walking closer to the bed, he leaned closer to Lara's body and closed his eyes as the scent of her shower gel wafted over to his nose. She smelt divine. He opened his eyes and let his gaze rake over her smooth skin. Her side boob was visibly pressed against the mattress and her hair was still sticking to her scalp, making the scene even hotter.
"Ahem," Maurice noisily cleared his throat before tapping Lara on the shoulder lightly. "Miss Lara," he called as softly as he could, but Lara didn't even budge. With her face turned away from him, he couldn't see how tightly her eyes were closed for someone pretending to be asleep, or how she chewed on her bottom lip as she anticipated what he would do next.
"Miss Lara," Maurice called out again, this time squeezing her shoulder and Lara bit hard on her bottom lip to suppress the moan that rose to her throat. More juices dripped from her pussy and she resisted the urge to squeeze her legs together. Maurice's touch made a jolt of pleasure course through her body and now she couldn't wait any longer.
Just as she was debating whether to wake up or continue pretending, she felt Maurice shuffle behind her, then the next minute he was walking towards the door. To close it? Lara rejoiced inwardly, but her excitement dropped when she heard the door close, and when she raised her head, there was no Maurice.
He left!? He left just like that?
Not ready to believe her own eyes, Lara rushed to the door, her boobs bouncing up and down, but when she peered through the small opening of the door, she could only see Maurice's back as he strode away.
"Argh," Lara whined as she walked back to the bed, wondering why Maurice didn't just fuck her. Or did he go to jerk off away from her? Because he knew her father would kill him if he ever found out?
Lying back on the bed, Lara's hand travelled to her throbbing core and she moaned softly as she pressed down on her clit, more juices dripping down the little hole. She stroked her lips with her middle finger, and she wasn't even surprised at how wet she was. The other hand started massaging her left breast, playing with her already erect nipple as she continued spreading her love nectar on her hot core. Then she slowly slid a finger inside her entrance, and almost felt nothing as it passed through easily. When she retracted the middle finger, it was coated with her wetness and she brought it to her lips, sucking all of it up like a little cock.
"Ah, this won't do." Suddenly rising to a sitting position, Lara decided to get herself some dick. If it wasn't Maurice, then there would surely be another man ready to ruin her pussy and fuck her nonstop, right?
Rummaging through her clothes, Lara opted for a little black skirt that barely covered her ass. This was certainly not the previous Lara's style and no one would recognise her in that. Then she picked a strapless top that fit her perfectly and showed her erect nipples through the thin material. Lastly, she picked a mask that she was yet to wear on her livestreams and put it on. The mask covered her upper face and with this outfit, she knew it would be hard for whoever she stumbled upon to recognise her as the young and modest miss Lara Kent.
Since the servants were already asleep, it wasn't so hard for Lara to escape and find her way to the garden where most of the guards were. She cleverly evaded their sight as she strolled deeper into the dark, and it wasn't long before she found a lone figure smoking in the dark. The man was leaning against a wall as he dragged a puff of smoke, then blew it out into the air.
Lara observed him carefully, but the man looked handsome and would surely give a good fuck, so with a sultry smile, she walked over to him and leaned against the wall next to him.
The man didn't even seem startled with her presence and just stared down at her lazily.
Without a word, Lara took the cigarette from his hands and brought it to her lips, keeping her gaze locked onto his as she took a drift and puffed out the smoke.
Her hand then travelled to his crotch and she caressed the swollen area, making the man take in a sharp breath.
Lara's lips curled up in satisfaction as she grabbed his cock over his trousers, feeling the length of him under her palm. Then still wordlessly, she unbuckled his belt in one swift motion and loosened his pants, dipping her hand inside his boxers and grabbed his rock hard manhood.
"Ah," the man let out a barely audible sound and closed his eyes.
"Mind if I borrow this for a while?" She whispered seductively, her face hovering over his as she continued stroking her hand up and down his dick. Lara went as far as biting his earlobe and the man groaned, bringing his hand to the back of her neck.
Lara withdrew her hand from his throbbing cock and stared up at him with a sultry smile, then before the man could complain, she lowered herself to a kneeling position, keeping her hands on his hips as she did so.
She grabbed the waistband of his trousers and started pulling downwards, so fucking slowly that the man felt like helping her. Next she pulled down his boxers and the hard shaft sprung up, slapping her face that was too close to his groin. Lara's smile widened as she watched the bulbous head right in front of her lips, almost begging her to lick it.
She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft and started stroking up and down, feeling the smooth satin skin move up and down against her palm.
She leaned forward and stuck her tongue out, licking the small slit on the mushroom head and felt his cock harden even more. Having enough of the teasing, she swirled her tongue around the head and sucked it in her warm mouth, feeling the man's hand move to her hair, urging her on. She fondled his balls as she ran her tongue up from the bottom of his iron shaft to the top of his head repeatedly, tasting every inch.
"UGHH," the man groaned as Lara continued tasting him.