Claire and Francis

Authors note: The characters in my stories appear in my other works. So, to get to know them, please see my other Literotica submissions.

Her orgasm shot through her like a lightning bolt. Arcing outwards from her clit to every part of her body, pleasure took over. Looking downwards at the man with his head between her legs, she was extremely happy to be in this situation. As he withdrew from her pussy, he looked up at her with his handsome dark features. She released a deep breath, and not waiting a moment for him to react, she rolled over and pulled her knees up, pushing her head and chest down onto the soft white bed sheets. This manoeuvre raised her firm butt cheeks up, and as they parted to reveal the pink dot that was her tight arsehole, she hoped he would understand what she wanted. But without really meaning to, she heard herself instructing him, and he moved quickly, homing in on the rosy butthole. Because he had a pulse, there was nothing more he wanted to do in this world right now but lick and taste that tight little gem. As she felt his hot breath on it, she smiled. She knew it. Knew this stellar gentleman could be tempted. His strong, talented tongue snaked out from between his smiling lips and began to explore her most intimate aperture. She moaned...it was a fantastic feeling.

Seven Days earlier: Claire's Wednesday wasn't going well. She was under pressure to get an exhibition ready at the gallery she owned, the artist was being stubborn, and a phone call received at ten to four made it even worse. A big international buyer who was supposed to attend had pulled out. It wasn't the end of the world, but it would make selling items a lot more difficult. It was a relief to lock the door at four thirty and head up to her flat above the gallery space. She loved her little slice of Australia. Located in a trendy inner-city suburb, she was in close proximity to all the things she enjoyed, nice restaurants, cool bars, and funky fashion stores. Add to that the convenience of public transport right outside her door, meaning she could be in the city centre at the drop of a hat, it was the perfect combination. Kicking off her shoes and collapsing on the couch, she exhaled with a long, exasperated sigh. That's the end of this day, let's just start again tomorrow. A chime of her phone had her thinking, "what now?" But as she opened the message from an unsaved number, her interest piqued.

"Hello beautiful Claire, I hope this message finds you well. I would like to invite you to meet me and have an enjoyable evening. Please let me know if this is something you would also like. Yours sincerely, Francis."

She was slightly taken aback by the formal tone of the message, until she remembered Francis. He was the extremely handsome and refined African, more specifically, Sierra Leonean gentleman, who worked for Leigh. She smiled, remembering the situation from a few weeks ago when she had given him her card on the way out after her hot three way in Leigh's office. Her temperature spiked as she thought about it. That fantastic fuck had helped her regain her confidence. It had seemed like a good idea to connect with Francis as she passed him.

"Hi Francis, thank you kindly for contacting me. I would most definitely be extremely interested in meeting up with you one day soon. When did you have in mind?"

"Excellent. I am free from work commitments on Wednesday next week. If this suits you, you could come and visit my apartment."

"It's a date, let me know your address and I'll be there."

Claire smiled to herself. Francis definitely came across as the perfect gentleman. And from what she knew of Stacy and Leigh, this made perfect sense. They wouldn't surround themselves with anyone less than a top tier personality. As she sat there thinking about these things, she began to feel extremely horny. The possibility of a sexy encounter with such a man combined in her head with the memories of what Leigh and Stacy had shown and done to her. She lay back on her couch and started to move her hands over her body. She unbuttoned her blouse, allowing access to her pointy little nipples and quickly unzipped her grey pencil skirt. Discarding the lower garment, her searching left hand wound its way down to the waist of her tight panties.

Wasting no time, she slipped it inside and moved it onto her bald pussy, feeling her heat and juices as she explored her soft labia. Her whole area ached for attention as she lay with her eyes closed, starting to gently rub and probe her sensitive sex. Memories of Erica and Stacy seducing her and Leigh sliding his thick cock inside her had her boiling over. As she moved up to rub her clit, Francis's face popped into her fantasy, fuelling it even further. She was rubbing with gusto as she imagined what that man might do to her. A rub and pinch of her nipple with her right hand and she crashed into orgasm. Her memories swirling as she breathed deeply, cumming hard on her hand. "Ohhhhhh, Ahhhhhmmmmmmmmm!!!" she exclaimed loudly. She didn't have to hold back with the noise she made, for she had no neighbours to hear.

Lying back, she relaxed completely and allowed her breath to slow. It was going to be an interesting week.

As the next Wednesday rolled around, Claire shut up shop early and caught the tram towards the city. It was a beautiful spring day, and she was dressed timelessly in a pair of beige linen culottes, a lightweight, black vest-style top, and chunky black sandals. As usual, she wore no bra, allowing her small perky tits to feel the light breeze. This feeling and the anticipation of meeting this new man kept her nipples rock hard. It was a short walk along the quayside to Francis's modern, glass fronted apartment tower. She paused at the front door and pushed the intercom, followed by his apartment number. "Hello?" came the smooth deep voice.

"Hi Francis, It's Claire."

"Ah, the angel has arrived. Please come on up, Apartment 1565."

Blushing at his flattery, she opened the door and walked to the elevator, taking it up to the 15th floor. As soon as she rang the bell, Francis opened the door. He was barefooted, in casual dark blue slacks and a white shirt that hugged his muscular physique. She faltered as he smiled broadly, looking her up and down. "Beautiful..." was all he said.

"You're not too bad yourself," she reciprocated as she took his hand, allowing him to lead her over the threshold and shutting the door behind her.

She heard the click of the lock and a millisecond later, he turned and scooped her up in a lover's carry. "Whooo!" she uttered at this swift movement, and she wrapped an arm around his neck as he carried her down the hall. Turning left into his bedroom, he deposited her ever so gently at the foot of the expansive bed. It looked exceptionally soft and luxurious, adorned with elegant white Egyptian cotton sheets. Pausing in front of her, he looked deeply into her eyes and asked, "Would you like me to make love to you?"

"Mmmm, yes please." She wanted nothing more in the world than to feel his touch, the culmination of her fantasies from the last week. He smiled again. He was unbelievably handsome, with close-cropped hair, and his powerful trunk now accentuated by his tight white shirt. When they had first met, his physique had been hidden under his expensive, custom-tailored suit. He drew close to her and started to undo the buttons on her light vest. She allowed the garment to fall away, and she stood there, topless, awaiting his next move. He looked down, his eyes drinking in her small pert boobs, decorated with the floral tattoo. His hesitation was momentary, and he bent down to kiss her on the lips, slowly and passionately. Then they lost themselves in each other. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity, all the while their experienced hands were working over one another. He undid the waist clasp on her light shorts, and she released the buttons on his shirt one by one. Now she stood, naked, bar her black lace G-string, and his strong chest and arms were exposed.

Guiding her gently backwards on to the bed, laying her on the soft linen, he moved above her and bent to take one of her nipples in his mouth. His hot breath and confident action on the sensitive nub was pure heaven, and she moaned softly. Francis took his time, savouring the taste and feeling of these hard points, the apex of her beautiful small boobs in his mouth, one after the other and back again. Claire was breathing heavily with this action, savouring the attention he afforded.

He finished his work on her chest and kissed his way slowly downwards, on to her firm belly, across her pretty navel, ever so slowly until he was at eye level with her shear lace undies. They did not provide any kind of barrier to him, nor did she want them to as he tucked his fingers into her waistband and slowly pulled them downward. She lifted her butt slightly to aid the removal, exposing her bald, smooth pubic mound, and directly below, the small pink opening that had yearned for him since their meeting had been set up a week prior. Discarding her lacy G, he paused to look at the pretty slit. It was a remarkable sight, outer lips a warm shade of pink that indicated her increased temperature and the inner lips that protruded were soft and petal like.

A small amount of moisture was clinging to the lower section, betraying her extreme arousal. Raising a large finger, he gently ran the digit along the line of her opening, marvelling at the heat within. Although she was lying back, she had her head lifted to watch his movements. She sighed as she felt the touch, the pressure against her that found only the minutest resistance, before the tip of his finger passed in between her delicate folds. They both made appreciative noises this time, hers "Mmmm" and his "Ahhh" as he felt the moist, hot closeness for the first time. Angling his wrist slightly, he pushed a little more and he was feeling her insides. A smooth, grasping, delightfully wet tunnel met his gentle in and out probing. He knew that it would be a fantastic place to spend some time. Looking upwards to meet her eye, he said politely "I would like to give you oral pleasures now."

Her obvious answer was, "Please, oh please do."

He wasted no further time, gently removing his finger and manoeuvring himself so that his mouth closed over her small, expectant, and very aroused pussy. She felt his hot breath, and as his experienced tongue entered her and began exploring her folds, she gave up looking down and collapsed backwards onto the bed, her hands grasping at the smooth sheets as his skill kickstarted her pleasure. It was everything she had expected and hoped for. His slow, deliberate movements were the stuff of pure fantasy. She was fast tumbling into a horny spiral that was both sensual and hardcore at the same time, the hot breath and probing tongue tip seemingly massaged every nerve ending inside her folds simultaneously, from her sopping tunnel to her smooth, pulsating, pearl-like clit. His "oral pleasures" were exactly that. He worked her over for barely a minute longer before she succumbed to an earthshattering orgasm, exhaling loudly with a sultry sound that gave him a remarkable sense of satisfaction. He smiled as he held his tongue on her hot, hard clit, pushing on it with the perfect amount of pressure to round out her climax nicely. In the seconds after her orgasm, she had a plan forming in her mind. She wanted to see if this well-refined gentleman could be tempted with the dark arts. She murmured gently, "Mmmmm, wow, Francis. That was fantastic."

Not giving him any time to respond, she swung her leg up and around his head and assumed a crouching doggy position right in front of his face. His eyes lit up as he realised what was happening. "Please eat my ass," was her devious request. He was definitely ready for what she wanted, and he prepared to dive right in. As Francis observed and then homed in on her gorgeous pink asshole, she ticked off another part of her fantasy. In the weeks since Stacy had eaten her back hole while Leigh devoured her clit, she had longed for another tongue to pleasure her there, and she had worked herself to many orgasms thinking about it.

As much as this man conducted himself as a gentleman of the highest magnitude, he still had a pulse and was as red-blooded as anyone. When Claire turned over showing him her tight star, his heart flipped, and his already hard cock got even harder. He took a fleeting moment to look at it, before moving his mouth down on to it. The effect was instantaneous. She let out a loud moan as she felt his wet mouth and hot breath on her. The probing tongue flicked up and down ever so gently, testing the waters so to speak. Not because of nervousness or unsureness but to prolong the pleasure for them both. Much like the way one would sample a delicious dessert, little licks, sampling the area, up and down, around and around. It was everything she hoped it would be. Her tight ass was alive with sensitivity. "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, oooooohhhh," she was loving this taboo act immensely.

After supplying the pink dot with hot pressure and wet circles, Francis paused his circling on the exact centre and started to push his hardened, pointed tongue inside her. Only a little, not trying to fuck her, just opening her up a tiny bit, tasting her, feeling her, hearing her excited noises. It was unbelievably raunchy for both of them, and it only lasted a few moments more before they needed to move to the next level.

He pulled away from her, leaving her ass wet, pink, and beautiful.

"Thank you for that beautiful gift, sweet Claire. I would like to enter you now."

"No, thank you, that was the best," said Claire, her breathing returning to normal after the pleasure input. "Please, I'm ready for you to put your big cock inside me."

Remaining in her sexy position with her head and shoulders pressed on the smooth, soft linen, back arched, butt in the air, she felt the cool breeze on her wet holes as she waited for him to make his next move. For the next couple of moments, she listened to the noises he was making. She heard him undo the buckle of his belt and unzip his pants, hearing the soft rustle of the discarded fabric. She felt him lean on the bed and he moved towards her left-hand side, over to the bedside table. As she watched, he opened the drawer, retrieving two items from inside: a square foil condom packet and a tube of lube. While he was stretched over the bed, she stole a glance downwards at his naked body. He was very fit, taught muscles rippling on his abdomen, and his penis was pointing out, hard, thick, and powerful. Ready for use. As he passed, heading back to the foot of the bed, she reached out and momentarily halted his movement, running her hand across his rock hard, muscled buttock, and down underneath him, to where his erection jutted out, a horny extension of his body. She wrapped her hand around it, marvelling at its girth and hardness, gave it a gentle pull before smiling at him and allowing him to continue his plan.

Francis moved back to where he was positioned when he engaged her in analingus, but this time, sex was his goal. He looked at her pink pussy and wanted nothing more than to slide inside. He carefully tore open the magnum packet, gently removed the condom and placing it over his rock hard, bulbous knob. His breathing was ragged, and his hands were shaking in anticipation as he rolled it down his thick shaft, all the while not taking his eyes off his stunning blonde visitor. She was an extremely beautiful woman. One that he had hoped beyond hope would return his message. When she had, he was overjoyed, and had waited anxiously until their meeting. Now she was here, waiting in post orgasmic glow for him. He couldn't wait to become one with her. He moved to crouch behind her, his impressive, sheathed cock pointing eagerly upwards. He had the tube of lubricant open, and he squeezed some of the cool liquid onto his hand. "Are you ready, my sweet one?" he asked gently.

"Oh, yes," she purred expectantly as she posed, sexy, ready, and willing.

He moved his strong hand up between her glorious legs until it met at their culmination, her marvellous, delicious cunt. He rubbed his lubed fingers up through her folds and slowly inside her, carefully sliding two fingers in and out. He remarked at the heat.

"Hmmm, that's nice."

"Ohhhhhh." Was all she could respond with as the icy gel was applied to her open vagina. The contrast between her steaming pussy and the cool lube was quite the special feeling.

When her smooth tunnel was adequately lubricated with a mixture of her own copious fluids and the silky, slippery contents of the tube, he smeared the leftovers onto his tool. He slowly and confidently moved up behind her, holding the hard appendage down. Levelling it with the opening, he leaned in allowing it to contact her soft, welcoming folds. She reached back between her upper thighs and using two fingers spread herself open to aid his insertion. That small movement made this hot scene even more sexy. The large, round, dark head was a perfect juxtaposition to her glistening pink lips, and as it slowly, inexorably moved inside, they both held their breath.

Over the last few years, Francis had learned to control his fucking. When he had first met Leigh, he was a hot bed of sexual energy that wanted nothing more than to put all of himself inside a woman immediately in order to gain maximum pleasure from sex. Leigh had shown him, through conversation and demonstration, that making love is much better than simply having a jackhammering fuck, at least straight away. Going slow and being considerate was much better than purely using a woman to get off. There is always a time and a place for pistoning in and out of a horny woman, but that must be discovered by gentle research and slow movement.

Using this knowledge, he gradually pushed himself inside Claire, feeling her envelope him and listening to her noises and watching her body language. He could feel that she was extremely tight, and although she was moaning and groaning, breathing deeply as he was entering her, he knew that too much or too rapid movement would not be joyful for her. Pausing his pushing, with about a third of his long cock inside her, he moved to caress her legs and butt, asking her, "How does that feel, my darling?"

"Mmmmm," was her moaned answer. "Stop there for a moment, I just have to adjust."

She moved her hips slowly and pushed herself up on to all fours, into the true doggy style position. "Ok, keep going." He was now level behind her, his thick cock parallel with her, allowing for smoother movement. Slowly, his hardness slid further inside her until they reached a point that it was obvious she could take no more. She looked at him over her shoulder with her wavy blond hair and a sexy grin meeting his gentle smile. Reversing slowly, he relished the gripping of her tunnel around his girth, slow and steady, almost all the way out, and then gently back in, a few times. Their temperature was rising, and her pussy was throbbing on him. One final insertion and she moved off his erection, eager to try another position.

Laying down on her side, she beckoned sexily for him to lie behind her. Assuming the spoons style, he tucked his sturdy frame behind her. She reached down and took hold of his thick member, directing it back to her opening. He gently pushed inside and resumed the slow and steady penetration. Now their hot, sweaty bodies were pressed up against each other, and they were kissing passionately. This was fast becoming one hell of a sex session. Francis wrapped one strong arm underneath her and began to caress her small but sensitive breast, the other snaked its way down to her belly, pulling her tightly against him. She adored this tight embrace and let him know as much. "Ohhhh, that feels so good, oooohhhh...touch my clit."