1. Manmoirs: The Diva


    Date: 12/8/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Manmoirs, Source: LushStories

    Dalia was this sexy brown girl who worked part-time at the TV station while she struggled as an actress. Her looks would stop any man and some women to take a second look. I met her at a station-sponsored event, but we didn't hit it off until weeks later. Thing was, I didn't realize we did! We were working on the same weekly sports show where she would be live on-location just to look hot. I would be back at headquarters working from there. The company pissed a lot of money into it so all hands were on-deck, including mine. As we kept meeting, we'd have a conversation. Dalia had an incredible smile and would flash it my way. I couldn't help but notice. Problem was, I knew right away she would be a handful. She was self-indulgent and the whole universe surrounded around her. However, she was sexy. I wasn't going to let some personal issues get in the way of some tight pussy. A red-blooded Canadian male would jump at the chance of banging a 20-year old, tight-bodied woman. I was still in my mid-20's and the window for popping young pussy was closing. One night during the week I finished work late and had the next day off since this new project had me in on Saturdays. Dalia, who asked for my number just a week earlier, sent me a text asking what I was up to. "Just heading home. Nothing much going on. What about u?" "Going dancing with my roommate. Wanna join us?" "Sure!" I met her at this lounge and we danced the night away. She got us in without being touched. She was ...
    connected to the DJ, the owner, the manager, the security guy, the bartenders with the big titties, you name it. She didn't have to pay for a drink all night. Still not sure how or why, but I chose to be ignorant this time around. I also noticed she could dance. This wasn't just some hoe that could shake her booty; she had moves. She confessed she danced growing up. I tried to keep up but I simply had nothing. I was stone cold sober and felt awkward trying to burn up the dance floor. I spent more time talking to Dalia's roommate while she danced it up. She was the center of our attention, and she could have gone home with any guy that night. In the end, I drove her and her roommate home. Her roommate went to bed, leaving Dalia and I to hang out. We had a coffee and just talked about previous failed relationships. She initiated the conversation, almost to suggest she was interested in me. I picked up on her little hints and played them to my advantage. I had her arm around her on the couch while we reminisced about past experiences. Her hand laid on my thigh, we looked at one another and I went in for the kiss. I hadn't moved halfway and she was leaning right in. We locked lips, and she was a really good kisser with a soft, yet aggressive tongue. "Dean, let's go somewhere quieter." She took my hand a lead me to her bedroom. We went on the bed and started kissing. It was innocent at-first, until she pulled her t-shirt off. I decided I would take her bra off to see how she'd react. With ...
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