The Sexual Scot

He was a young American model trying to make his way in the big city, she was a Canadian girl with a Scottish background trying to work her way through college. They'd met during a photoshoot competition and had written letters ever since. Finally, during a cool evening at the end of a summer, they would finally meet again for a good time neither of them would quite forget.

He had drawn on a thick black eyemask with makeup, just as he had in the first modelling shot she had ever seen of him. He wore his jeans with a tight fit and loved to go shirtless, despite the lack of a six pack but lacking the keg. As a special treat for that night, she wore open toed, black high heels with a green/yellow plaid kilt and lovely white blouse.

She arrived at his small apartment he was sharing with a man in the modelling agency. The roommate had gone out for the evening and would not be returning until early the next morning. Words could not be spoken as they held hands. They both knew what they wanted. One gaze into that man's eyes made her heart pound ever so rapidly. It wasn't long before they were in his small bedroom, leaning against his futon.

They massaged each others' lips slowly with near silent moans. To try and heat her up a bit, she managed to catch a nibble of his bottom lip every few moments. Ready to get what she'd been craving for so long, she graced his shoulder with her hand, pushing him into a sitting position on the futon as she climbed onto his lap, once again locking her lips onto his. She massaged his shoulders with her long fingers, rubbing her lips against his smooth neck. Soon, she'd be rubbing the denim on the inside of his legs, only rubbing his groin area every few seconds. He could feel her hands moving up and down.

With her luscious lips, she kissed inches of his chest and stomach until she finally reached those tight jeans. With a touch of violence, she pushes him onto his back and rips his jeans open, removing them without haste. Literally tearing his boxers off, the size of his penis turns out to be eight and a half inches, a size she had never had to deal with before.

Grasping only more than half with her hands, her lips wrapped around his shaft as her tongued rotated around the perimeter, leaving him breathlessly letting out a moan every once in a while. He was completely hard and ready for what would happen next.

Ready to recieve rather than pitch, she crawled up to the top of the bed, grabbing a headboard bar with one hand and using the other to signal him to come closer. Not being able to look away from her beautiful green eyes, he pulled the blouse, popping all the buttons off to reveal her black brassiere which had a red poinsettia on the left breast, her favourite flower. With her blouse now gracing his hardwood floor, he wrapped his arms around her, slowly unhooking her bra. Laying on her back, she grabbed his lips with hers once again, rubbing his red hair roughly and smearing his eyemask.

Crawling closer, he began licking from her belly button up to her bare chest. Seeing if she could get him to go a little wilder, she licked her hand and gave him a good spank. It was then that she learned he liked when she got a little rough. As he continued to lick every inch of her chest, she gripped the headboards, moaning, asking for more. She could feel herself become slightly wet below. Trying to breath between moans, she managed to whisper that she wanted him inside her.

With a devious smirk on his face, he wildly removed her kilt, revealing her naked bust. "Come on, big boy," she growled. His tongue no longer graced her stomach or chest but managed to find its way to her vagina. With his hands, he massaged the inside of her legs like she had done for him before. They soon moved up her chest onto her breasts, circling her hard nipples. Lowering them, they soon massaged her tight ass, squeezing them tightly every few moments. He pulled her closer, now licking her clitoris, causing her to moan much louder than before. His tongue then made its way to her chest and with his head resting on her stomach, she felt something go inside her, causing her spine to tingle with delight. It was only his fingers but it still felt amazing. She could feel herself expanding as he curled his fingers, still going deeper and deeper, to prepare her for his larger than average unit.

He rapidly removed his fingers and without her expectancy, he promptly inserted all eight and a half inches of himself into her, causing her to let out a gasp followed by a scream of pain. Breathing deeply, the pain became less intense but he did not move it at all, he could only continue to kiss her so passionately, she felt as if she was in her own heaven. Arching her back in a state of ecstasy, she continued to rub his smooth hair, moaning ever so lightly.

Soon, he finally began to move in and out of her, going slowly and only accelerating once in a great while. In less of a beautiful gaze, she wanted more and screamed for him to go harder which he did. The headboard banged as the matress shook and squeaked violently with many screams of pleasure to be heard. Together, they rolled until she was on top, moving up and down, pounding and scratching at his chest.

Out of breath, she laid flat on him, still with his overly large unit bulging inside her. As she gave him a light kiss on the neck, he managed to give her one final bruising smack on her ass. Satisfied as she was, he took his hand and removed himself, rubbing her back to help her relax.

It would likely be a long time before they saw each other again so they spent the remainder of the morning in each others arms, his hands grasping her ass to get her excited for their next night of passion.