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White Socks 2 by BY REX PODIUS "I saw my picture in that magazine," Teresa said, bringing my coffee to the table of my favorite Theater District restaurant. It was the first time I had been there in several weeks. When she had first come to my apartment and studio on the West Side of Manhattan, I thought she was the personification of innocence, but afterwards, when she asked for that two hundred bucks, I knew she was just one hell of an actress. "Nice, weren't they?" I said, referring to the pictures. "Looked like they were worth more than two hundred bucks. Especially in a magazine like that one." "You told me the pictures were free, remember? It was the other that you charged me for." "I remember, all right. What'll you have?" Her dark hair was pulled back, and she was smiling. "Pussy on the sheets," I said, grinning. "Well, this pussy doesn't get off for another hour, so you might as well eat first." I had my late-night spaghetti with salad, paid the reasonable price for my meal, and left her a nice tip. When I started for the door of the 48th Street bar and , she stopped me. "Hey," she called after me, and I looked back at her smiling face. "I only got ten minutes now." I looked at my watch. "Not tonight," I said. "Freebee," she said. "Come by then," I said, and I was out of there. I didn't expect to see her that night, and I thought I was finished with Teresa, but I certainly wasn't finished thinking about her. How could I ever stop thinking about the delicate little pussy that seemed it belonged to a virgin. It was hard to believe she was a hooker, because she was so young and so good. I had been home about fifteen minutes when the doorman called to my apartment. "There's a Ms. Teresa down here to see you," he said over the house phone. "Send her up." "I really loved that photo spread," she said. She was still wearing her white uniform, complete with the red handkerchief in her breast pocket. She was still wearing her red apron, her saddle shoes and her white socks. I didn't think she wore a bra under her starched uniform, but I couldn't be certain. She looked as innocent as the first day I had seen her. She saw a copy of the magazine on my coffee table, hurried to it and opened it up to the exact spot where she had been featured. She looked at the pictures this way and that, then she said, "I'm kind of cute, aren't I?" "You sure are," I said, and I smiled. She reached back and untied her apron. Then she began to unbutton her uniform down the front. "What do you have to do to be a centerfold in a magazine like this?" "Fuck somebody," I said with a chuckle. "I already did that, didn't I?" "I'm not important enough. Besides, the shots we took were not your basic centerfold type of thing. That takes some planning. What we did last time was a kind of 'quickie.' Remember?" "Aw," she said. She had unbuttoned her uniform most of the way down the front, and as I suspected, she wore no bra. Her breasts were not large, but they had a nice hang to them, and her nipples were hard and dark. I like that in a woman of any age. "A centerfold spread takes a while," I said. "And I'm not ready for it tonight." "Oh well. I guess we can do the centerfold another time, but we can do pussy on the sheets can't we?" She sat up on the black sofa and smiled at me. Then she brought her feet up in front of the slit of her pussy and crossed her ankles. She was still wearing her socks, and she was still wearing that delightful little smile. "The sofa has no sheets," I said. "It doesn't, does it?" she said, and she stood. She walked away from me and into the bedroom. Then, as the last time, she lay face down on the rumpled sheets, and spread her pussy lips. "No pussy this time," I said. She looked over her shoulder at me. "What do you mean 'no pussy?'" "Ass." "Oh, yeah! Ass, I don't get it in the ass enough. Ooooo! Come on, hurry." I unzipped the fly of my brown trousers and took out my seven inches of hard, thick cock. She was still looking over her shoulder at me, but she had removed the fingers that had been spreading her pussy from under her legs to the cheeks of her ass, and she was holding open the hole which clearly had not been overused for fucking. "Come on, put it in. I'm waiting!" "So you are," I said, and I came over to the edge of the bed, and pushed the head of my cock against the opening. "Please, please, please," she said. "I like it when it hurts." My cock was steel hard, and I pressed the head against the opening. "Maybe I'd better put something on it first." "No, no, do it like that!" she said. "If you say so." I backed away for a moment, and put my thumbs at the opening. I spread it and angle the soft tip of my hard cock between my thumbs and pushed. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, long and loud. "Oh, I like it in there. Move it, put it in as deep as it'll go." My cock was three inches into her, and I was pushing it deeper. I eased out a bit, then pushed again. Four inches now! And her ass was sucking at me harder than any pussy had ever done. "Oh, yes," she said, almost in tears. Out again, then five inches, and she was sucking ever harder with her internal muscles. Again out, then six inches. Six was all I could go, because the cheeks of her ass kept me from going any deeper into her. She grunted again and again as I began to stroke in and out of her. Her muscles squeezed at my cock and she continued to grunt. "Uh, uh, uh," she went at the rhythm of my stroke, and I was grunting too. "Ohhhhh, Teresa, Teresa. I've got to get you that centerfold." "Yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck my ass, fuck me hard, centerfold later," she said, out of breath. I kept doing as she asked, kept feeling the tightness. For some reason I was unable to cum. Then, at the last moment, she screamed out, "Mister Warren! Oh, Mr. Warren. Her whole body went limp, her muscles relaxed and in that relaxation, she released the pressure deep inside me, and I exploded with a load of cum deep inside her ass. "I can feel it," she said. "I can feel it. I can almost taste it!" "Oh, yes," I said. "Uhgod, uhgod, uhgod that was good! You don't know how good," she whispered. We stayed like that for a long time. Then my cock went soft and she squeezed it out of her. "Stay the night, and we'll do the centerfold tomorrow," I said. "Can we fuck some more?" she said. "We can fuck all you want. Any way you want." I smiled as she looked over her shoulder and took a deep, shuddering intake of breath. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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