She got out of the huge limo and headed for the restroom. The layabouts watched her. She moved with lithe grace although her figure was full and her hair streaked with gray. The driver was busy filling the limo with gas and there seemed to be another figure in the back.
A couple of the loafers moved in a randomly seeming movement around the building to the restroom doors. She came out of the ladies restroom and stopped short. The two men in front of her were leering.
“Not too bad,” said one, staring at her breasts. “Whyn’t ya come with us?” he said licking his lips. “We can give ya a much better than any old man.” He looked her up and down. “Even a rich old man.”
Her eyes went cold. “No,” she said. She pushed past them. One grabbed at her. She slapped his hand away and moved away from them.
“Bitch!” he snarled as he reached for her again.
She grabbed his wrist, twisted, and threw him into his friend. She walked away, keeping her head slightly turned to keep an eye on them.
“Chyiara?” said a deep, soft voice. She looked up into icy topaz eyes and smiled. The two men came around the corner and stopped. “Was there a problem, chyiara?”
“No, Chyiari,” she replied softly, “no problem.”
His gaze went to the too men behind her. Both paled and backed away. The huge man took her hand and led her back to the limo. She settled into the seat beside him.
“Tell me, chyiara,” he said softly.
She sighed, taking his hand in hers, stroking his fingers. “They thought they could offer me more than you do, Chiari.” She continued to stroke and caress his fingers and smiled softly. “They were foolish.”
He closed his fingers on hers, holding her still. “Are you never tempted to go back, chyiara?” The question was whisper quiet.
“No, Chiari,” she replied at once, holding tight to his hand. “I am yours.”
The limo turned into a gated estate and pulled up in front of the house. She glanced around, still holding his hand. He led her inside and up to a bedroom.
“I must leave you for a while, chyiara,” he said softly, “but first…” He gestured to the bed. The large, old fashioned four poster bed. Without a word, she removed her clothes and knelt beside the bed to watch him strip. Her eyes grew soft with desire as she watched. He was over seven feet tall, muscular, with long raven black hair now loose around his handsome face. He moved to stand before her. She began stroking and caressing his large penis and equally large testicles. He was heavy in her hands. She brought the still flaccid organ to her lips and kissed it, teasing the glans with her tongue, tasting his fire and passion. She rapidly brought him to full erection.
She felt her own arousal grow as she licked and kissed and sucked on him. She felt him twitch and began sucking on the huge fist sized glans. She was rewarded with a surge of fiery ejaculate. Moaning softly, she swallowed quickly, taking all of it, feeling the fire burn down her throat and into her belly.