Cinderella: The Studio, The Video Shoot, The Bar, The Hotel

Photo By Lyndon Johnson

When I got the phone call to meet up I didn’t know what to expect. She wanted to get together and discuss ways we could work together. She said she had tickets to a concert and I had to kick it in the studio with one of the hottest rappers in the game. I thought she was just another person who is all about talk and brushed it off. What sort of business could we do? Yet, since a check might be involved I made sure my phone was open. So when she called I had no idea what would transpire during the course of the night.

I got a text from her, asking about my location, I told her I was in the studio kicking w/ the rapper about to hit a video shoot. Nothing really, it was typical night in the life of Xilla. She asked if she could roll I said of course. We met at the studio and left with the rapper and his entourage to the shoot. When we arrived the place was filled with about a hundred video vixens. I started to wish I had not brought her along. I bumped into almost every video vixen I posted on this blog in the history of the site.

She was really cool though she blended in with the crowd and networked and made small talk all while never leaving the 5 ft section she had be standing continuously telling me to do my job. I worked the room, got numbers, networked and made the video vixens do things that normal chicks would only do for their man in the privacy of their bedroom. I had enough content to make an amazing post. I looked around and my future Cinderella was still in the 5 foot radius she’d been in for the last hour.

I walked over to her, told her lets go and we left. We got some grub and decided to go get a few drinks and continued our conversation. We discussed different ways we could mix our brands and came up with a few amazing ways to cross promote each other. As we moved around town we really got to know each other. We discussed music, our childhood as well as things like how the toys that came in cereal boxes use to be the bomb and how now they just sucked!

Once we got to a bar we ordered up a couple of long island ice teas and before I knew it our business conversation turned into us making out at the bar. She stumbled out the bar and we decided we were both too drunk to head home alone. I paid for a room at a hotel. I’ll cut to the good part.

I climbed on top of her, her breasts were so perfect, her stomach flatter than Paris Hilton’s ass and her booty was soft like cotton. I sucked on her nipples; played with them in my mouth, flicking my tongue over them until they grew in my mouth.

I moved down to her belly button, licked it in a way that made her back arch as she grabbed my locks. I moved down peeled off her Victoria Secrets and began to run my tongue across that fold of skin every woman has between their legs. I moved my tongue in a circular motion and at the end of each full circle I would lift my tongue up to glide through the split her of lips parting them for pleasure. Over and over and over again I did this. Suddenly I would switch up my technique and start moving it from left to right and then up and down before sucking on her clitoris.

I inserted my finger inside of her as deep as I could and began to wiggle it. I buried my face inside of her body, tasted her goodness. I ate it until she covered my face. Her legs were on my shoulders; my mouth was all over her…if you know what I mean.

I got up off the bed grabbed a magnums I keep in my bag just in case of an emergency and laid back on the bed. She climbed on top of me, kissed my neck. Her skin felt so soft as she slide down my body. I put my armed behind my head; she put her mouth all over my shaft. She would kiss it first, and then apply her tongue to the head while letting spit drip all over me, use her hand to stroke me up and down and her mouth followed every motion her hand made. Occasionally she would lick me along the bottom of the manxilla, writing this my mind can actually feel the moistness of her tongue again.

Her mouth action was amazing, I almost couldn’t take it, but I wanted to feel her insides. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off the manxilla. I rolled the magnum on, and inserted the manxilla inside of her as deep as I could. I started off hard and deep. I let every inch of myself fill her up like we were pumping gas. In and out I went. She moaned loud, I thought she was enjoying it too much; so I slowed down to tease her a bit. I started giving her the deep nine. 9 shallow strokes and one deep stroke, long, hard and fast. Next time in 8 slow shallow strokes, 2 deep hard strokes and so on. I would grab her legs and left them up while I tried to punish her.

Sooner than later I would bust. When I did the orgasm was hard and strong. I almost passed out. We cleaned up, but obviously I didn’t do my job because she was back on me. Her mouth moving up and down until I was back at attention, ready to go. We started again, I drilled her from the back, she might have rode me, by this time I was on auto-pilot, half unconscious from the long island ice teas, and the first round of mind blowing sex. We did other things and then I remember collapsing from an orgasm so hard. She told me she came a few times, we made small talk and before I knew it she was snoring, and I waking up not remembering I had to work in the morning.

She was still sleep I put her to bed. I ran out to get some Mcdonalds. She ate in bed, sucked me off again swallowed and left. I got my head together some more, did a little bit of work before leaving. During the night she continuously told me not to tell a soul. She eventually told a few people or one person. That person later  asked me if the two of us had sex. Combine that with a lot of other things happen, she wouldn’t be my Cinderella. So the search goes on.