Workout with Lara – 3
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Workout with Lara Ch. 02 by Noj © Later that evening, Greg headed up the steps to the front door of Angelina’s luxurious home above Los Angeles, the soft light from the street lamps lighting the ground as the sky faded to full darkness. Seeing no bell, he knocked on the glass of the door, waiting somewhat nervously to see whether she would actually open the door. He looked up as he heard a click of the latch and the door swung slowly open. Greg tried not to let the sound of his breath catching in his throat be noticeable as he stared at Ms. Jolie in the doorway. She was wearing a long, black silk robe, with a smooth, tanned, stocking-covered leg bent out through the long split up it. Angelina looked at him and raised her eyebrow sexily, then turned away and walked back into her house. Greg followed her in, closing the door before heading to her front room after her. He walked in and saw her sitting on the deep leather sofa, watching him walk into the room with a slight smirk of anticipation. Greg dropped down into a chair just across from her under her attentive gaze, eyeing her smooth leg as her robe had slid down and revealed a fair amount of her pins. “Would you like a martini?” Angelina said politely, a slightly humoured look on her face as he saw her ogling her. She offered the glass, which he politely took from her and took a sip as she picked up her own. The pair sat sipping their martinis in silence for a couple of minutes, eyes roaming. Angelina picked up the skewer and held the olive up to her full lips. She closed her eyes and rolled her tongue round the olive, licking off the dregs of martini. Greg stared as she delicately pulled the olive from the skewer with her front teeth, letting out a slight sigh as she did, her eyes still closed. She sucked at the olive, pouting her bee-stung lips around it and letting out a slight moan with practically made Greg choke. Angelina gave a slurp on it, and then sucked the centre out. Greg let out a slight cough as he released the breath he’d been unaware he was holding in. She chewed it slowly, pouting her lips and making little suckling sounds. She swallowed very deliberately and then looked up at him from under her dark eyebrows. She licked her full lips firmly, cocking one eyebrow slightly in an enticing motion. She uncrossed her legs, moving them in high arcs, giving Greg a good look up her robe at her smooth, silky thighs. Greg felt the alcohol from the relatively strong martini kick in a little, and judging by Angelina’s reactions it looked like she was feeling the effects slightly. She caught him staring at her, and a smile spread across her pouty lips. She stood up, gave him another smile and then pulled her robe off in a single motion. It dropped in a pool round her feet to reveal her standing in a tight fitting leather corset, the suspenders running down to black stockings, framing the smooth lips of her perfectly shaven pussy beautifully. Greg took in the sight in front of him, her curves hugged tightly by the leather, her large breasts pushed up on her chest, and on top of it all a set of handcuffs dangled on one hip. Angelina walked slowly towards him, smiling as she saw his stare. She sank to her knees in front of him and her fingers found his zipper, feeling his hard cock straining inside his trousers. Angelina quickly slid the zip down and undid the button to free him, pulling his cock free and taking a grip around the base. She gave it a few slow jerks and then dove in and closed her plump lips around the head, hearing Greg groan as she slid the tongue around it. “Would you like a titfuck?” Angelina moaned, licking up and down his cock and jerking him slowly, sucking at his head with her bee stung lips. Greg groaned as she worked on him, her experience evident as she pouted and drooled over his cock. “I’d rather give you a proper fucking” Greg almost growled, gripping the arms of his chair. “Yeah,” Angelina said, popping the cock back into her mouth for a second, “and what makes you think you deserve to fuck me?”. She slipped off his cock and turned away with a smirk. Greg lunged forwards and pushed Angelina down onto her front, causing her to grunt as she was winded slightly. He got down behind her, kneeling between her splayed legs and pinned her shoulders down just as she went to get up, meaning she got onto her knees but not her hands. Greg pushed himself against her already dripping pussy and she was pinned, unable to get out of penetration position, not that she actually wanted to. “I deserve to fuck you because no other instructors gives you a workout like this” Greg almost growled to her, and then drove his hard cock into her. Angelina couldn’t stop herself from letting out a loud moan as he powered deep into her, her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. Greg grunted as his cock was enveloped in the velvet heat of Angelina’s pussy, her muscles gripping and loosening as she pulsed herself around him. Greg started giving hard, full-length strokes into her cunt, pulling right back till the head threatened to slip out and then driving back in against her plump rear. Her pussy was soaking wet, allowing him to slide in and out with complete ease. He picked up the pace a little, feeling Angelina shoving back against him on each thrust, her breathing heavy to accompany her moans and yelps of pleasure. He felt the tip of his cock banging against her cervix, her muscles gripping him firmly all the way into her haven. She relaxed under him and was quite happy to let him nail her, settling her knees on the floor to take the hard thrusts. Greg slid his hands back up her sides, over the leather of her corset and took hold of her curvy hips. Her stockings felt silky and erotic on his legs as he thrust into her, her slick pussy pouting around his impaling manhood. “Mmmm yeah, just like…that!” she moaned, thrusting back to accentuate her words. Greg grunted as he felt her clench on him, bringing him closer to the edge. He ran his hands up the smooth black leather to the tight lacing that held her corset on. Greg slid his fingers into the bow, idly wondering how she’d managed to tie it in the first place, and then undid it, all the while thrusting his cock into her. The bow slid undone, and he pulled the string from her corset, which fell loosely on her body, though still held on by her shoulder straps and its general tightness. Greg reached back down and pulled it off the tops of her sexy stockings, and then gave a few final hard thrusts and stopped. Greg yanked his cock out and took hold of her hips. “Hey what are you…” Angelina started to say, before being cut off by Greg’s firm grip on her hips rolling her onto her back, her large breasts jiggling. She looked at him a little perplexed as he pulled the corset away from her body, though she held her arms up to allow him to remove it. Greg pulled the leather away from her womanly curves to reveal her beautiful breasts, sitting back on her chest, hard nipples crinkled and pointing to the ceiling. He dropped the corset aside and threw his knee over her stomach, moving up to straddle her lower chest. Angelina smiled up at him and placed her hands on the sides of her breasts. “Oh so now you want a titfuck do you?” she said in mock anger, pouting her lips. “I wouldn’t mind” he said back with a laugh, reaching out and tweaking her pointy nipples. “Well I suppose you can then” she said, giving him a wink and blowing a kiss with her gorgeous lips. Greg shifted forwards, sliding his cock between her boobs, sweat glistening in beads on her smooth skin. Angelina pressed her breasts together for him, engulfing his cock between the warm, firm flesh. Angelina eyed him lustily as he took a grip on her shoulders and started to slide back and forth between the valley of her lovely breasts. Angelina moaned long and low as she used her fingertips to massage her solid nipples, playing with them as he thrust against her. She leaned her chin down on her chest and opened her mouth. As Greg watched, she slowly extended her tongue to full length and licked the tip of his cock as he thrust up between her breasts. “Mmm that feels great” he growled as the wet heat of her tongue spread through the head of his cock. Angelina giggled a little as she concentrated on lapping the head of his cock as it slipped up between her breasts, his balls dragging over her toned stomach. Greg held her shoulders as she pushed her breasts together for him, the warm, firm flesh pressed around his cock. Her skin tingled as his thick, hard shaft slipped over it. Her nipples were rock hard and pointing up as she held her tits up. Angelina waited for him to play with them, quickly flicking them with her thumbs to give him a hint. Greg smiled down and her and slid his hands to her nipples, gently tweaking and twisting them between his thumb and finger. “Mmmm” Angelina mumbled, closing her eyes in pleasure. Greg kept thrusting as she held herself still, his fingers playing with her swollen nipples. He pinched firmly, causing her to gasp, his cock pushing against her tongue as she did. She lapped at the head of his cock, causing it to twitch between her large mounds. Greg groaned as he felt himself getting close, her rough but soft tongue rubbing on the head of his cock making him shudder in pleasure. Angelina squeezed her thighs together, feeling it tickle her rock hard clit as her juices trickled down to her soft, rounded bum. She arched her back somewhat in pleasure, which Greg felt and smiled as he increased his thrusting, getting close to climax. “Open wide bitch!” he hissed as he gripped her shoulders tightly, thrusting as hard as he could. He pushed himself right up between her breasts and held himself as he felt his cum boiling up. Angelina jiggled her breasts roughly up and down on his cock, which was all it took. He let out a grunt and came, his cock bouncing slightly from the vigorous rubbing of her tits. Greg came as it bounced up, the first spurt of his load shooting hard and hitting her across the nose and forehead just as Angelina instinctively closed her eyes. Another streak of his hot load splashed across her cheek, then the third hit exactly where she wanted. It spurted into her mouth, right to the back over her throat. She let out a low moan as the remaining shots landed on her tongue and breasts. Angelina swallowed and they both stayed still, breathing hard for a moment before Greg slid off her and sat down on the floor to rest. Angelina wiped the streaks of cum from her forehead and cheek and then looked at Greg. As he watched, she slowly and deliberately licked the cum from her fingers and swallowed with a smile. She slid her hands down onto her breasts and rubbed the rest into her skin, tweaking it over her erect nipples. She licked her lips and looked at Greg in a sexy way, her eyes slanted, giving a quick flick of her eyebrow. Greg stood up and grabbed her long ponytail. She gave a yell as he dragged her up, the sensation of the pain sending a thrill through her body. He sat down and pulled her between his legs, where it was obvious what he wanted. His semi-hard cock was on the road to recovery already, which made Angelina smile. She reached out and started to stroke him, leaning down to rub her tongue around his head in circles, rubbing her tongue under the bottom of his head in a teasing fashion. “Yeah, just like that” Greg mumbled, his fingers pulling on the ponytail he still held. She licked him for a few more seconds as she watched his cock fully harden again. Angelina smiled and licked her lips, then pouted them forwards as much as she could. She looked up at him with her huge, soft, inviting lips, cocking her head with a puppy-dog look in her eyes and then gave a hopeful murmur to him. Greg realised she was treating him as her master and waiting to be told. “Oh yeah, go on” he almost groaned. Angelina gave a knowing smile and leaned down, placing her pouting, bee stung lips on the tip of his cock. She held round the base of his cock with a slender hand and pushed down with her luscious lips. Angelina pushed her full pout down onto his cock as he groaned in pleasure. It was a technique she’d perfected, much to the delight of her lovers. She pushed her lips down to the base of his hard shaft, lapping at him with her tongue. They stayed like this for a few minutes, the actress’s head sliding up and down on his cock as she sucked and licked at him in earnest. She felt his fingers on her head, and then he rammed her head down and thrust up, driving his cock into her throat hard. Despite her experience, she gagged on his cock. Greg pulled back and she sucked hard on the bulbous head of his cock, lapping at the tip with her tongue. She felt his grip tighten again and he rammed her head down again. Angelina gagged as his cock drove deeply into her throat, even deeper than his first thrust. Her nose and large upper lip pressed into his pubic hair as her plump lower lip pressed against the top of his balls. Despite the gagging, she kept sucking at him in a bid to get him off, loving his groans of pleasure as she worked her tongue. She pouted her lips as his cock slid back from between them, her tongue licking up and around his cock, swirling over his head. Greg pulled back so just the head of his cock was in her mouth, and she looked up at him, their eyes meeting as she continued to suckle. He drove in again, again causing her to gag although not as badly, and she sucked hard again, working her tongue with abandon on his shaft. “Ugh Angelina here you go you little….” Greg trailed off as he grabbed her head, sliding back. He load blasted from his cock, hitting her in the roof of the mouth as a warm, pleasant sensation for Miss Jolie. It dripped onto her tongue, the tangy, salty taste shooting through her taste buds. She groaned loudly, her eyes closing as she sucked at him for everything he had. His softening cock slid from her mouth as she closed her meaty lips, not letting an ounce of his cum escape. She rolled it around her mouth, tasting it fully. She pouted her lips at him and he wiped the tip of his cock off on them, smearing the last drop of cum across her lips. Angelina sucked her lips inwards to get it into her mouth, continuing to roll his cum around her mouth. She started to gently fondle his balls, sucking at them with her lips. His cock twitched a little, needing a few more minutes to recover from her awesome blowjob. She continued, sucking up his shaft with her plump lips. Angelina fondled his balls and the base of his shaft with one hand, gently rubbing her shaven pussy with the other as she sucked on the bulbous head of his cock with her bee stung lips. Greg’s cock twitched again and started to grow slightly, recouping. She smiled and continued her work, which continued for several minutes until he was ragingly hard for her again. Greg stood up and pushed his cock to her face, making it very clear what he wanted. She opened her mouth just enough to allow him to slide his cock in, and sucked lazily at him, lapping with her tongue and pouting her lips on his shaft. Angelina didn’t let him get too attached, withdrawing her head from his cock with a slurp. She looked up at him and opened her mouth. Greg looked surprised and then smiled as he saw that she still has his cum in her mouth. “Like your protein then?” he said with a smirk. Angelina blew him a kiss and closed her eyes, licking the insides of her cheeks. She swallowed very intentionally, letting him see the smile that crossed her face. Angelina glanced at his happy expression and dived back onto his cock, sucking hard at it and teasing the underside with the tip of her tongue. She bobbed her head a few times before she felt his hand twist in her ponytail, and then a jerk upwards. She was forcefully pulled from his cock with a noisy slurp, licking her lips as he pulled her to her feet. Angelina gave a yelp as she was dragged to the sofa by her long ponytail, being winded slightly as she was thrown over it, her feet flying off the ground for a moment, though only her toes were able to stay on such was her angle. “Stay right there” Greg said to her and stepped away. She did exactly as she was told, hearing a clink that indicated he’d just picked up the handcuffs from her discarded corset. He stepped up behind her again and then pulled her arms roughly behind her back. Angelina gave a gasp as the cold steel touched her wrists, her shoulders being pulled back as her hands were locked tightly behind her back. She pulled at them briefly to test them, and then lay still. Angelina had been handcuffed more than enough times to know when she was well bound, and when they were her own handcuffs no less she wasn’t going to escape. Angelina felt the head of his rock hard cock pressing at her arsehole and then his hands gripping her hips tightly. She barely had time to think when she was interrupted by a sharp burst of pain and she was forced open and Greg drove his entire 7 inches into her in one thrust. Angelina yelled out in pain as he drove in till his balls pressed against her wet, shaven pussy lips, feeling a flood of heat pass through her body, her nipples and clitoris throbbing. She felt his hand twist up in her ponytail, wrapping it around his hand till it was just inches from the back of her head. Greg gave a sharp tug that made her yelp in pain, the back of her head burning from the pain as he held her tightly and drew back to thrust. Greg pulled back on her ponytail and pulled back to just the head of his cock, then drove back into her hard, supporting her hip with his left hand. Angelina let out a long, loud moan in a mix of pain and pleasure, her eyes closing with the different sensations. He built up a good pace immediately, plowing back and forth with quick, full length strokes of his thick 7″ cock, her sphincter being stretched slightly by the head of his cock as it threatened to slip out. There was a slapping sound as his hips smacked against the soft, rounded globes of her bum, the smooth flesh jiggling slightly with each thrust. Angelina moaned loudly on each thrust, feeling him pushing deep into her, which caused her great pleasure. Her anus tingled gently from the cock sliding in and out of it, her whole body alight with sensation from the pain and pleasure mixed. “You like that don’t you, you little bitch” Greg said in a stern voice as he continued driving into her back door. “Oh god yeeesssssss!” she squealed in increasing volume as he drove deeply into her again. She pushed back as best she could as he pulled hard on her hair and drove into her, taking her further towards the brink of orgasm. And then suddenly, it was gone. He pulled out as he pulled out of her in one swift motion, meaning she thrust back at nothing and yelped in shock. Because of the pace of the anal sex and Angelina’s pleasure, her sphincter had been tightly hugging Greg’s cock, and with his sudden withdrawal her grip clenched herself almost shut. “Hey what are you doing, you fucking bastard!” Angelina almost screamed, looking round and pulling at her cuffs. Greg slapped his cock on top of her arse and smirked evilly at her. “Really want it don’t you?” he said teasingly, rubbing the tip of his cock against her arsehole. “Please, I need it!” she begged, looking up at him desperately with her eyes, pouting beautifully with her full lips. Greg held her hip and pulled on her hair sharply again, forcing her head away, and then drove into her hard. With her sphincter no longer loose, he forced her open roughly, causing her to squeal loudly in pain. Her body stiffened and she pulled at her cuffs as the pain washed over her, causing her to try and pull away from the impaling cock. But it was too late, he was already balls deep again and pulling back for another thrust into her tight arse. She grunted loudly as her hips were driven against the back of the sofa hard as he started pounding her again, slapping against her arse. Sweat beaded on their foreheads, Angelina’s eyes squeezed shut to maximise the sensations that flowed through her being. She hadn’t been buggered this hard in a good long time, and it felt great.