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My hand cradles her chin, turning her to look at me, my thumb affectionately rubs her cheek.
"In the bar you mentioned you were seeking someone to hopefully give you a couple good orgasms." I see her lust filled her.
"Guess that's it, mission accomplished. You had a couple good orgasms; so, I can drop you off and go for that pizza."
"HELL NO, we're gonna fuck." She loudly protests.
"Nuhh uhh, no way buster; you said you didn't think I EVER had good sex. And you bragged, you would prove it to me. Now it's damn well time you deliver."
"Haha, ok, I was just teasing, I wouldn't turn down the opportunity to copulate with such a sexy woman. Uh, where to now?" I turn into the estates; the gates are open.
"3rd on the right."
I pull up a curved, interlocking red brick driveway in front of a huge 2 story, stone-faced house; with a grey tiled roof, dark red door; definitely, one of those million-dollar mansions. I get out and quickly go to her side, open her door, I offer my hand; she interlaces her thin fingers, tugs it behind her neck; her tongue pushes past my lips and we share our first passionate kiss.
"I'm so fucking horny you better deliver mister." She giggles, her hand rubs my prick again, as she exits my truck, she never bothered adjusting her dress and her astonishing breasts are in full view, her dress still caught above her hips, she might as well be naked. She opens her tiny purse.
"Here, be a gentleman and get the door." She passes me a key.
"The locks are new; I've never even opened them yet."
I wrap my arm around her thin waist, and together we take the one step up onto the stone landing in front of the door; I unlock and push the heavy wooden door open. Scooping her up in my arms I carry her in.
"Ok, sexy lady, your new, single, sex life begins right now."
I give her a light kiss on the lips.
"Point the direction to the passion pit." She extends her arm and forefinger.
"Upstairs, set me down. I'll walk." I don't set her down and proceed to the stairs.
"Lights on" she raises her voice, the lights come on as we move up the circular staircase.
The bedroom is larger than my apartment.
"Lights dim." She says as we enter.
"Fire on." A rustic stone fireplace, with a bearskin rug in front. Long narrow windows on either side, adorned with heavy, deep red drapes.
The flames whoosh to life. There are large erotic oil paintings adorning the English Tudor style walls.
A black leather, overstuffed sofa on the far wall, a matching chair in the corner, a long antique, heavy wooden coffee table, complete the cozy corner.
I see an open door to a large bathroom on my right, and floor to ceiling mirror between another 2 doors likely to his and hers walk-in closets, dressing areas.
The bed is semicircular, about 8 feet in diameter, covered by a red satin spread, framed by intricate black wrought iron. The wall behind the headboard is mirrored. Large windows on either side also with matching red drapes.
I set her on the edge of the bed, drop to one knee, as if i was about to propose; my fingers nudge behind her calf, so she elevates her foot, I remove her shoe and with my left hand place her heel on my bent knee, I massage her foot, my thumb pressing deep in her sole, I delicately massage her toes.
"Oh, my God that feels terrific." I massage her foot for a couple minutes, making sure to get full coverage, both on the top and bottom.
I set that foot on the floor, and repeating the previous procedure, elevating her other leg; remove the shoe and massage her foot for several minutes. My fingers move up the back of her legs encased in smooth silk; I massage her calves; working around front and tenderly glide gently up her inner thighs.
After tracing along the garter straps with my fingertips, I undo and carefully roll down the shiny silk stockings while kissing, nibbling, and licking her smooth skin as I uncover it. She lays back parting her legs. My hands behind her knees I tug her to the edge of the bed.
"Gawd Chantelle, your scent is sensational, musky, slightly pungent, erotic, enticingly intoxicating." I press my nose between her wet pussy lips, nestling between the slick lips, sliding up, till the tip of my nose is against her clit. My hands rove up her hips, follow her curves up her sides, then inward. My thumbs to the center of her cleavage, her boobs cradled in the curve between my thumb and forefinger, I squeeze gently as I cover her marvelous mounds, squishing the soft melons and toying with her nipples. My tongue tenderly touches the outer edges of her fleshy folds, following the ridge along the entire length, one then the other, barely touching the darker colored ridge, repeating, left side, right side. Several gingerly licks: I press my tongue tip on her tiny nub, then circle it twice and flick it fleetingly multiple times. She exhales loudly more of a deep sigh.
"Dayum, you're delectable, so succulent."
I stand, taking her hand, I assist her from the bed. I knew your juice would be delicious." Standing, holding hands facing each other, our eyes locked.
My hands lift the hem, continue up, she lifts her arms above her head, and I remove the fabric and toss it toward the sofa.
She stands naked before me.
"Gorgeous gal; I'm bewitched, you're a stunning beauty."
I step back.
I intentionally scan her, my eyes scrutinize every inch as I circle her like a predator, about to pounce on their prey, staring in awe, admiration, lustfully.
"Chantelle, you are gorgeous, stunning, so sexy, breathtaking; your body is exquisite, absolutely alluring; an example of female perfection." She's blushing.
Very pronounced tan lines, her breasts have triangles barely larger than her areoles; a single white string line from the side, across her back another partially on the top of her glorious globes reappearing above her collarbone around her neck. There is no tan line between the sensational mounds, therefore the string was far enough away it left no line. Her vulva untanned patch is a rectangle, no wider than her crotch gap, with a thin white stringline angled upward from the patch to her thin waist, around to the back, joining a longer rectangular shaped white patch, contrasting her nicely tanned body.
"Your absolutely gorgeous, a glamorous beauty." I move behind her placing my hands lightly on her hips, sliding them up, following her curves, up, over her shoulder blades to her neck, a gentle massage on the shoulders, thumbs working into the neck.
"Such a fantastic figure, elegant, provocative, sensual." I kiss her neck and whisper.
"Please remove the earrings and necklace." I unclasp the chain as she holds the ruby. She hastily tugs out the piercings, placing everything on the nightstand.
"Chantelle you are even more striking than any magazine model or Hollywood celebrity I've ever seen." My hands go around, up, under, to cup and cradle her breasts.
"Breathtaking, beautiful boobs."
I continue to flatter her in a quiet whisper; knowing words are a powerful aphrodisiac, an awesome form of foreplay.
"Majestic, mesmerizing, marvelous, mounds." I nibble on her earlobe while caressing the smooth lower and outer portion of her bosom.
"Lights dim." I squeeze both breasts.
"Drapes close." She announces. I'm impressed, the heavy drapes silently slide together, darkening the room to a point the flickering fire is noticeable on the walls, inducing a comforting atmosphere of eroticism.
Softly whisper directly in her ear.
"I'm going to devour your cunt, before I release my inner beast, ravishing you, fucking you wildly, like an animal."
My hands roam lightly across her body, inspecting, investigating, discovering.
"I'll begin by licking and sucking these terrific tits, my fingers will create sensations in your cunt; building you to an elevated sexual state beyond anything you ever felt before; keeping you on the verge of an intense orgasm."
My hands glide erotically over her entire upper body, paying particular attention to stimulate her erogenous zones. She is melting, becoming putty in my hands.
"I'll go down on you, eating your delectable, scrumptious pussy." My fingers slither across her abdomen and seek out her pussy, my fingertips titillating her labia. Chantelle let's out a guttural throaty murmur, her head falls back on my shoulder, parting her legs a bit more.
"When your face is contorting, body convulsing in a clitoral climax with my tongue, my middle fingers curled up on your G spot, initiating your first multiple orgasms."
My right arm is pretty much holding her up, her knees have weakened, that hand is cupping her left breast, my left fingers deftly exciting her vaginal region nerve receptors.
My forefinger slips inside her to the first knuckle, sliding up and down her sopping slit, caressing the flat surface of inner flaps.
"My fingers and mouth will keep you cumming as you scream and squirm."
"I'm going to fuck you Chantelle, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life."
"I'll grasp your ankles and spread your legs in a wide V. You'll continue your multiple as I pop my large purplish penis head into your craving cunt."
I shove 2 fingers deep into her. Holding still as she rolls her hips, about to climax.
Kissing her neck, I whisper very softly.
"You'll have several intense orgasms as my big, thick dick fills you, pressing out against your warm inner cunt walls and my crown ridge rubs your G spot."
