She was a beautiful redhead, she was nude, lying on a canvas cot her pussy, large breasts, and face hung through openings in the canvas, dangling before a handsome man.
Gloria had gladly volunteered to have her body venerated by such a well-known and influential man. In limited circles his expertise in all thing sexual was gargantuan, and reports of his skill at bringing a woman to the highest level of sexual enjoyment were beyond amazing.
They met at a fundraiser for The Special Olympics.
She was escorted by John Tillman the CEO of Tillman Enterprises who had hit on her for months to go out with him. While he was a tall, handsome man with more money than he knew what to do with, he had a detail-oriented and quiet personality that only held her interest for a few minutes.
She wore a long, green, gown with a plunging neckline that revealed more cleavage than was appropriate for such a gathering, but it had the effect she wanted because it was less than thirty minutes after they entered the banquet hall that Mr. Litman had propositioned her.
During the evening, she had agreed to come to his mansion that evening.
Her excitement level was beyond bounds, and she told John she wasn't feeling well and would take a cab to her condo.
He reluctantly agreed and saw her to a Taxi Stand.
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'Not only are you gorgeous, but you have desirable tits. I'm pleased you've agreed to allow me to show you how I worship such incredible examples of womanhood." He smiled up at her.
She returned his grin. "I'm pleased you asked and can't wait to experience your adoration style."
His canvas rose until his erection touched her mons, her breasts crushed against his muscular, hairy chest and their lips met in a gentle kiss.
"That was a surprise," she said responding to his warm, moist lips with her tongue.
They sucked, wrestled, slipped, jabbed, and caressed each other's tongue.
'Hum, you sure know how to stir a girls' juices," she said pulling away and pushing against his whisk. "I hope you're going to add to my arousal with that whip."
"It's part of the ceremony," he lowered himself until her hangers were in front of his face.
He ogled her breasts for a long time, turning his head from side to side and up and down to see their curvaceous surfaces. "They're as close to perfect symmetry as I've seen." He cupped them with both hands, not touching the extended nipples. "Their heft is in proportion to their size."