Sally was on all fours as Sebastian pounded her from behind. He was going at it at an amazingly frenzied pace. It was a testament to his stamina, really. He could hammer like the best of them, as long and as hard as the most seasoned porn star.
"Tu aimes que je te baise comme ça, chérie?"
"Oui! N'arrête pas!"
Sensing his orgasm was not far away, he gently pulled out to switch gears.
Within seconds, Sebastian held Sally's legs wide open, over his shoulders, so he could devour her pussy. After a few minutes of eating her out, face buried in her snatch, he was completely covered in her juices, forehead to chin.
Sebastian alternated between using his tongue and his fingers to pleasure her. He teased Sally's clit to an impressive level, until she couldn't take it anymore, and finally reached orgasm, right in his mouth. And it didn't take her long either, as it did his other clients. But then again, Sally was nothing like Sebastian's other clients.
He didn't touch her crotch or go anywhere near it for a while, allowing Sally to recover from the violent convulsions her orgasm had brought on.
He sat up in bed, and gently placed his right ear on her chest, close to the heartbeat. He swore hers was the fastest he had ever heard.
"Glad you liked that, Princess", he said with irresistible charm.
Sally didn't say anything, as she was too busy catching her breath.
Sebastian reached over to his nightstand to grab wet wipes. He needed to clean up a bit.
After a good ten minutes or so, he started up again, spreading Sally's legs and diving in, this time to give her ass some special treatment. He had been told more than once that he possessed quite the skillful tongue, just right for such an intimate act.
"J'aime ton cul, chérie", he remarked between licks.
His tongue and now his fingers were working in conjunction to pleasure the hell out of Sally's tight little hole. The petite girl was now writhing uncontrollably in ecstasy, as Sebastian's goal tonight was to take Sally's body and mind to heaven.
But when he started pleasuring her clit in addition to her ass, simultaneously, his eardrum would withstand unprecedented decibels of sound. Sally exploded, screaming her fucking head off for what seemed like a minute straight.
She was so loud that Sebastian wondered if his neighbors could hear the peculiar noise coming from his apartment, because the girl sounded like she was being murdered.
He was finding out quick that Sally wasn't one to hold back. He might venture to say that she COULDN'T hold back even if she wanted to. Granted, she may look unassuming and
ordinary on the outside, but behind closed doors, she could wail as loud as a banshee. He reckoned she was the most sexually charged woman he ever met.
Tonight Sebastian worked overtime to make sure she experienced a magic orchestrated only by him, something she would never forget. He would make sure she left his apartment with the sole knowledge that he was the best lover she ever had... that she would ever have. Actually, he was confident of achieving the lofty goal before their date came to an end.
*****
Two screaming orgasms later, Sebastian and Sally lounged lazily in bed, sipping on sparkling cider in champagne glasses. They also munched on fresh strawberries with whipped cream, served on an elegant tray at the foot of the bed.
Sally had slipped on one of Sebastian's wife-beaters, but wore nothing else. Sebastian was completely naked.
"You're very sensitive down there, Princess", he remarked, flashing her a mischievous grin.
"I know, I've been like that for as long as I can remember", she indicated, adding, "Sometimes I wish I weren't".
"Don't run from it, baby. You don't need to apologize. It's a good thing, to my way of thinking", he assured her.
"Yeah, but my sexual urge is so strong, sometimes I can't handle it, and all the emotions that come along with it."
Sebastian had to stifle a laugh.
"What?" Sally asked, confused. "Did I say something funny?"
"No, I was just thinking that you're the epitome of a contradiction, the ultimate paradox. You look so even keeled on the outside, but inside you're like a bomb ticking, just waiting to explode. I mean, at first glance, you look like you have everything under control, but when you get going... then... watch out... Just goes to show... still waters run deep."
Sally didn't say anything, instead reaching for another strawberry to dip in the cream.
That gave Sebastian an idea.
"Are your breasts sensitive, too?" he inquired.
"Yes, they are, incredibly", she pointed out, before taking a bite out of the sweet fruit.
"I'd like to see. Will you show me your breasts again, baby?"
"What for?"
"So I could see how they taste with some of this whipped cream", he said, gesturing at the Cool Whip.
Sally suddenly went quiet.
After a minute of complete silence, Sebastian began to insist.
"Please, Princess... I'd like to see what they taste like topped with something sweet. Or if they're just as sweet or even sweeter... I mean, I already know what your lips taste like, and your pussy, and even your ass, but I don't yet know the taste of those heavenly breasts. Please, will you let me savor just a little bit? I've been craving them since you first took off your shirt. S'il te plaît, ma Princesse... je t'en prie..."
The French did it. Sally apparently had a fetish for sexy talk in a foreign language.
"Okay", she finally agreed.
Sebastian watched as Sally pulled the white undershirt over her head and threw it on the floor. He sat there staring for a few seconds, and then his eyes met hers. She didn't blink, simply waiting to see what he'd do.
"Here, baby, sit on my lap", his hands motioned for her to approach and then straddle him sitting on the bed, so that her breasts were level with his face.
