Paradise
At the same time, squeals and moans of elation vibrated from her throat and up through her nasal passages. Either my touch was driving her to ecstatic heights, or she was a phenomenally good actress.
She repaid me by sucking my cock with wanton abandon. Tossing her head in every direction, her entire body undulated and squirmed as I watched in delight. I'd never seen a woman react so frantically to any sort of sexual stimulation.
The visual feast coupled with the exquisite maneuvers of her mouth and lips were bringing me close to the edge again. I'm not sure whether she sensed it or not, but she abruptly slid her mouth off of me and rotated on the bed until her luscious spread legs were poised in front of me.
"Lick my pussy, Baby," she pleaded, raising her hands above her head luxuriously. "Make me come with your mouth."
If I had been chained to the wall, I would have broken loose. There was nothing in the world at that moment that could have kept me from dropping to my knees and burying my face between her smooth shapely legs. The fragrant aroma emanating from her hot opening was intoxicating.
I grabbed her ankles and lifted them into the air. Starting at the inside of her knee, I ran my wet tongue up her inner thigh, marveling at its softness through her sheer stocking, then sighing with delight as my lips passed the lace garter top and felt her tender flesh. I paused when my face was just inches from her pussy to gaze at the fleshy, bright pink lips which flared open to invite me to taste her. Lowering my head, I extended my tongue and slowly licked upward tasting the sweet, viscous, discharge that had oozed from her.
"Oh, God, yes," I heard her sigh as I licked across her perineum and sunk into her wet groove. I was amazed at the fine, light viscosity of her natural lubrication. "Stick your tongue in me, Wes, deep inside me."
I gladly complied with her demand, wiggling it around as I lapped at her tender folds. I loosened my grip on her ankles and let my hands slid over her calves until I was caressing her inner thighs.
"Oh, yes, Wes. That's good. God, that's so good, "she whispered.
As I worked my tongue in and out of her, wiggling it wildly within the softness of her labia, my upper lip barely grazed against her clitoris, causing her hips to rock gently and evoking a soft, shrill moan from her throat.
"Lick my clit, Baby. Suck on it, please? Please?"
She gave every indication that she was becoming lost in passionate lust. I raised my head two inches and licked the very tip of her bud. Incredibly, it had swelled even larger, easily the size of her nipples. She responded with a gasp of appreciation and pulled her legs up even higher, spreading them even farther apart, pitching them back and forth and from side to side.
When I wrapped my lips around it and sucked gently, flicking it with my tongue, Dawn's reaction was inspiring, to say the least. She brought her elbows to her sides and raised the upper part of her body so that she could stare down at me while I strived to please her. Her wonderful breasts heaved and, with every breath she exhaled, she moaned in increasingly higher pitched squeals.
"That's it, Wes!" she cried, a look of primal hunger on her face. "Oh, Baby, don't stop. God, yes!" She opened her lovely mouth and extended her lips, breathing heavily through her throat. "You're going to make me come like that, Wes." Her eyelids opened wider, as if she were watching an orgasm approach her from a distance like a slow freight train. "Oh, yes. God, Wes. Suck my clit!"
Suddenly, she plunged her legs downward. She arched her back and elevated herself off the bed, supported by her elbows and the heels of her shoes digging into the mattress. Her body seemed to float for a few seconds, then she threw her head back and screamed. It was the most erotic sound I think I've ever heard.
"Oh, my God! I'm coming, Wes!" She ground her pussy against my face in tight, quick circles. "Oooh, oooh, oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"
I could gladly have spent the rest of my life in that position, caressing her lovingly with my tongue. I watched her firm, round breasts rising and falling with her gasps for air as she reveled in orgasmic release. I suppose it's possible that she was faking, but if so, she would have fooled every man in the world.
As she quieted and her movements slowed, she dropped her head back onto the bed. My face was covered with a slippery film of her fragrant lubrication mixed with my saliva. Her clitoris shrank just a bit and receded partially into its protective hood. Her labia and the entrance into her vaginal duct had become even softer, wetter, and warmer than before.
I anticipated how divine it would feel to sink my cock into deep into her. The question I was pondering was whether I, or she for that matter, would be willing to do it without a condom. It would certainly be a shame to diminish the sensation of her downy tissues by encasing myself in latex, but once again, I was considering the risks.
After nearly a minute, she raised her head and looked at me. The dreamy look of afterglow on her pretty face made me feel like I could go out and slay a dragon. "Thank you, Baby," she said, lovingly grasping the sides of my head with her hands.
She pulled gently, inviting me to slide up over her magnificent body. Our lips met, and she kissed me with as much passion as any woman could convey. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist as I held my weight on my hands and knees; feeling her erect nipples stab me in the chest. I knew that my cock was precariously close to her luscious vaginal opening and that all I had to do was thrust forward to penetrate her.
Just as my will power drained away and I prepared to experience the wonders of her interior, she rolled me over onto my back, reversing our positions. For several seconds I enjoyed her tongue darting into my mouth as she showered me with wet kisses. Then, raising her right leg, she swung around until she knelt at my side, running her mouth slowly over my chin and down my neck.
I stroked her fine ass and slender thighs as she trailed her mouth down my body, kissing and tonguing my chest and nipples. I couldn't keep my hips from involuntarily rocking as she nibbled her way down my belly to my abdomen, her supple hands at the sides of her face caressing my skin and her silken hair brushing over me, teasing my nerve endings.
Eventually, she poised her lovely mouth just above my taut erection. I could see a drip of seminal fluid that had leaked from it and had begun to run down over the head. She licked it off, leaving a thin strand of glistening liquid trailing from my cock to her tongue, then raised her eyes and flashed a satisfied smile at me.
"Mmmm, that tastes good, Baby. I want more." She scooted around until her knees rested on the bed next to my shoulder and lowered her face between my legs. I arched my back and bent my knees, giving her maximum access to my scrotum. With my cock nestled in the soft crease between her breasts, my eyes rolled back in their sockets when she started to lick and suck on my balls.
What an amazing, confident mood she had put me in! She had given me a tremendous orgasm, although I hadn't actually "come," with the best blow job I could ever have dreamed of. I had brought her, such an incredibly beautiful creature, to the heights of passion. And now, as I relaxed like a sultan, she was tenderly nibbling and licking between my legs like a servile concubine. At that point, I felt like I was capable of making love to her all night long!
With my hand on the inside of her left thigh, I nudged her gently, and she raised her leg over me, placing her irresistible pussy over my face. I grasped her firm hips near her waist, and pulled her back toward my open mouth. She released a falsetto sigh of joy when her wet cleft settled on my lips, and I again went to work on her magic button of pleasure.
I felt her slide her lips up the underside of my shaft, then plunge them down, sucking my cock deep into her mouth. She massaged and kneaded my balls with her hands as she moved faster and faster on me. Her clitoris began to swell and throb between my lips and against my tongue. We were moving in unison on each others' genitals like hungry animals.
All of a sudden, she forced her mouth down farther on me and took me into her throat again. In this position, it seemed that my cock entered her even deeper, causing incredible sensations of pleasure as the muscles in her throat caressed me. After what seemed like several minutes of feverish oral loving, she raised off of me.
"Are you ready, Baby?" She sucked half of me back into her mouth and swirled her tongue around lasciviously on the head of my cock. "Hmmmm?" she moaned. She lifted off again, but stroked my slippery wet shaft rapidly with her hand. "I'm going to come again, Wes. Come with me this time, Baby." Her voice cracked as she stated her intimate desire.
Instantly, she began bobbing her head up and down on me again in swift, urgent plunges, taking me fully into her throat, then sliding up nearly to the rigid crown at the top. I couldn't believe the remarkable prowess she displayed! And with such remarkable speed!
She rocked her pussy back and forth as I sucked her clitoris in cadence with her tempo. Her entire body writhed as if she had lost control. We were both moaning and grunting as we extracted pleasure from each other.
I felt her hand, slippery with saliva, glide lower, and she pressed firmly just behind my scrotum, massaging the root of my penis. Then, as it slid even lower, I felt her finger rubbing my anus, lubricating it. Within seconds, her wet finger popped through my sphincter and slid easily into me. In no time, she found my prostate through the thin lining of my rectal canal and rubbed it in small circles, pressing it gently.
The sensation of her direct stimulation of my gland caused lightning flashes of rapture in my brain. Dawn was truly a skilled expert. She knew exactly where and how to touch a man to induce the utmost in sexual pleasure.
The first signal of orgasm was a feathery tingle just behind my balls which grew more and more intense and radiated outward as my prostate prepared itself for duty. The sensation began to increase exponentially as I concentrated on the exquisite feeling of her lips, tongue, mouth, throat, hands, and finger palpating me internally. I was going to come and had no intention of holding back. I only wondered if she was going to perform her miraculous exercise and keep me from ejaculating again.
The pleasant tingle gradually encompassed the entire area between my legs, then my prostate contracted violently, pumping a massive stream of semen through my cock. At the same instant, I heard Dawn's muffled screams radiating through her nasal passages as she erupted for the second time. I was delirious with pleasure as stream after stream of hot fluid rushed through me. The awesome sensation of each heavenly spurt was accentuated by her manipulation of my prostate. It's hard to imagine an orgasm more powerful and satisfying than the one I was experiencing. Judging from her physical and vocal reactions, her climax was just as overwhelming as mine.
As the force of my internal contractions waned, she stopped moving and held me deep in her throat. I could feel her teeth pressing against my pubic mound. Then, to add to what was a truly extraordinary experience, she swallowed repeatedly, the tissues of her throat massaging my foreskin, milking me delightfully.
We remained that way for a minute or so when she slowly raised her mouth until her lips encircled just the head of my cock. I screamed with joy when she started sucking it, like a straw, feeling her drawing the last globules of come through my urethra and into her mouth.
I decided at that moment that the thousand dollars was well spent. Even if she hurriedly jumped off the bed, threw on her clothes, and left, she was worth every penny. I doubted whether I would be able to get hard again for a week after the ferocious orgasm I'd just had. And, to tell the truth, I didn't care.
My eyes were closed, but I felt her change position. She cuddled against me with her head resting on my shoulder and stroked my chest with her hand. Her body was damp with perspiration, which caused even more her sweet scent to drift into my nostrils. The calm, secure feeling of her shapely, slender body against me was sublime.
"God, Wes. That was wonderful, almost too intense," she cooed in my ear. "I love the way you make me come." She sucked my earlobe into her warm mouth. "I want you to make me come again."
We must have stayed like that for ten minutes or so, just cherishing the contentment of post-orgasmic bliss. I thought several times of saying something, but words failed me. Finally, I opened my eyes and gazed at her beautiful face. "I've never felt anything so fantastic before."
She smiled sweetly, and her eyes sparkled like blue diamonds. "Well, it takes two, you know? I'm certainly not dissatisfied." She chuckled like a little girl who had made her first joke.
My God, I thought. Not only is she surreally gorgeous and an incredibly gifted sex technician, she knows exactly what to say to make a man feel important. And I did, indeed, feel important.
After a few more minutes, she raised onto her elbow and asked, "Would you like a drink?"
"I'd love a drink."
She kissed me softly and left the bed. I heard ice tinkle in glass, and soon she brought me a scotch with a twist of lemon. I arose onto my elbows and she held the glass to my lips. After I had taken a healthy gulp, she moved the glass away and kissed me again.
"I'm going to rinse off in the shower if you don't mind?"
"Not at all," I told her with a smile. She handed me the glass, kissed me invitingly again, and headed toward the bathroom. I heard the water cascading in the tub and struggled to sit up. I glanced at the clock and saw that our escapades had taken almost an hour. Finishing the scotch she had poured for me, I started toward the dresser to pour another one when I heard the water stop running.
A few minutes later, as I sat in the cushioned chair, I heard the sound of the blow dryer. I sat and sipped scotch, anticipating Dawn's return, visualizing her naked body. Mentally, I was making preparations for enjoying her again, hoping that the finale of our time together would be furious intercourse. But, judging by the numbness in my shriveled member, I certainly wasn't physically prepared.
I glanced at the clock again. She had been in the bathroom for nearly fifteen minutes. A mild twinge of anger swept through me, feeling somehow cheated that she had used the time I had purchased to take a shower. On the other hand, how in the world could I complain? After all, it wasn't likely that I would be capable of doing anything sexually with her for the remainder of my time.
She emerged from the bathroom wearing only a shimmering red nightgown which draped loosely over her body and extended to the middle of her thighs. She was carrying her purse, which she placed on the dresser. She had obviously applied new makeup and lipstick and looked as ravishingly beautiful and fresh as she had when she first arrived.
"I kind of thought you might join me," she said as she approached. I spanked myself mentally. I should have thought of that! It would have been invigorating to take a shower with her, running my soapy hands over her superb body. I guess I just don't take hints very well.
"I've been recuperating."
"Mmmm, me too! My legs are still shaking from what you did to me. Twice." She leaned toward me and gave me a welcoming kiss, then moved behind the chair. Placing her hands on my temples, she began to give me a soothing massage. Without speaking, she worked her hands down my neck, outward over my shoulders, and eventually kneaded my chest. Nothing she was doing had overt sexual overtones. I assumed that she understood that I was finished for the day but felt that she at least owed me some form of physical contact.
The pressure of her touch became progressively softer. After just a few minutes, she seemed to be teasing me with her fingertips and nails. I sensed her face coming closer to the side of my head, then felt her warm, moist breath against the back of my ear. At the same time, she took my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched them delicately. Next, I felt her lips on my earlobe.
The gradual change in her massage technique was certainly uplifting. My heart beat quickened, and I started squirming in the chair. I brought my hands up and covered hers as she played with my nipples, appreciating the smooth skin of her fingers. Suddenly, I felt her tongue dart into my ear.
"I want you to fuck me, Wes," she whispered softly, then licked the furrows between the folds of my ear. "I want to watch that pretty cock of yours slide into me, deep into me." She licked some more, breathing heavily, leaving my ear wet with saliva. She moved her hands down to my belly, then lower, softly stroking my abdomen. "Please fuck me, Wes? Fuck me hard and deep and make me come on your big cock."
I wish that I had a tape recording of her pleas. They were the sexiest sounds of desire I'd ever heard. I closed my eyes and listened intently, basking in the delight of her touch.
"I need your cock, Wes. Don't you want to fuck me?" She sighed heavily between whispers. "I want to spread my legs wide for you and feel your big cock pounding in and out of my hot pussy. I want you to make me come again, Wes," she stated with a more throaty edge in her voice. "Then, I want you to use me. I want to fuck however you want." The pitch of her voice fell an octave. "I want to feel you spray your hot come deep inside me while I come hard on your wonderful, big cock."
It was unbelievable. I could feel a stirring between my legs. I imagined that my cock was standing stiff, straight, and tall, ready to give this lovely young beauty what she wanted. Her hands went lower, and I felt her wrap her hand around my shaft. To my surprise, it throbbed as soon as she touched it.
"Oh, Baby," she murmured, "this is my cock. I want to ride this big cock until I come. That's what I want. Please fuck me with it, Wes?"
It was a miracle. She had talked me into what was fast becoming a bona fide erection. I rocked my hips up and down, sliding my shaft through her encircling fingers.
"Take me to the bed, Wes. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me." She whispered.
She moved from behind me, and took my hand. Stepping backward gracefully, she beckoned me toward the bed. With her other hand, she grasped the covers and peeled them away, exposing the soft, crisp, white sheets. Still pulling me by the hand, she stepped onto the bed and crouched on her knees. I was putty in her hands.
I got onto the bed, and she turned me around, positioning me on my back. She fell into my arms and began kissing me passionately as if we were lovers who had been separated for a year and just reunited. Almost instantly, she began writhing lasciviously, undulating her hips erotically.
Without breaking her lock on my lips, she raised her leg over me and straddled me. The condom issue again raced fleetingly into my mind, and departed just as quickly. I was fortunate to have gotten hard again. There was no sense restricting the benefits.
She raised her head and crouched upright on me. Taking my nearly rigid shaft in her hand, she held it up and rubbed the tip between the wet, slippery lips of her pussy. Her mouth fell open and her eyes closed, giving every impression that the mere touch of my cock was sending her into a state of bliss. Once the end of it was wet with her lubrication, she rubbed it against her swollen clitoris, inhaling deeply in response.
"Oh, God, Baby," she moaned, rocking her hips provocatively. The feeling of her softness was all I needed to convince my fatigued organ that it should spring to life. I was hard again and thrusting toward her, craving the sensation of her wet vagina clutching me.
Ever so slowly, she inserted me into her and lowered her hips. The warmth and softness were amazing. She took only an inch or so at first, then raised slightly. She slid down farther, and raised again. Then, with her mouth open wide and her eyes fixed on mine, she uttered a low, joyous moan as she slowly sank all the way down on me until our pubic hair matted together.
Although I was jerking upward to meet her strokes, I allowed her to set the pace. She worked up and down on me lovingly, increasing her speed almost imperceptibly. She felt tight and snug against me in comparison to what I was accustomed to with my wife. The texture of her vaginal sheath was magnificent. Her internal ridges played magically on my tightly stretched skin.
Before I knew it, she was riding up and down on me in rapid, full strokes, her hands on my chest for leverage and balance. Without breaking stride, she grabbed the skirt of her nightgown, hoisted it over her head, and tossed it aside. What an incredible vision! Her breasts bouncing wildly above her narrow rib cage and waist begged to have me caress and squeeze them.
"Oh, yeah!" she commented through her panting breaths. "Oh, God. Your cock is so good, Wes. So good."
Without warning, she stopped sliding and pressed her pussy tight against me; grinding her bloated clitoris against my pubic mound. "Wes, you're so deep in me," she panted, "soooo deep!"
After a few seconds, she resumed her bouncing, the tissues of her vagina milking my cock, then stopped to grind against me again. I was thankful, really. Without her pauses, she would surely have made me come much too quickly.
"Oh, God, Wes! I'm going to come! Ooooooh! Oh, yes!" She was screaming as she grated against me. She took an amazingly deep breath then exhaled powerfully; a low moan of satisfaction rumbling in her throat. I hope I never forget the beautiful expression of total release on her face.
"Ooooooooh! Ooooooooh, God!" Her voice was several octaves lower than I had thought possible.
She held still and close against me, her body trembling. The muscles in her vagina began to roll in spasms again and again, constricting on the base of my cock, then rippling upwards, as if trying to pull me deeper into her. I'd never felt such astounding, intense evidence of a female orgasm before.
When the contractions subsided, she collapsed onto me, searching around in my mouth with her tongue. "Oh, Wes," she mumbled through our joined lips. "God, that was good."
She rolled off of me onto her back, raised and spread her legs until they were nearly at right angles to her body, and held out her arms, inviting me into her. "Fuck me, now. Fuck me hard and fast and come inside me." She rotated her hips slowly and provocatively. "Please fuck me, Wes?"
I wasted no time in positioning myself between her legs. She pulled my face to hers and our lips met. With one thrust, I buried my cock in her waiting sleeve.
The next few minutes are difficult to describe. I kissed, felt, squeezed, and massaged every inch of her that I could. I thrust in and out of her as if this were the last time I would ever make love to a woman. During the entire process, she remained submissive, almost subservient, letting me control the speed and depth of penetration, but continuing to coax me on.
"Yes, Baby. I'm all yours, Baby," she assured me, a desperate, earnest tone in her voice. "I want your cock. Use me, Baby. God, fuck me hard."
I was vaguely aware that sweat was dripping off of me. I had entered a rare zone of carnal consciousness. The sound of her voice and her wanton, sultry words of desire rang in my ears. I was only faintly aware of the grunts and groans that were coming from deep within my chest. The entire experience became a blur of unrestrained passion.
"That's it, Baby. Fuck me. Make me come!" she cried. "I'm going to come again for you, Wes! Fuck me! I'm going to come again!"
I had my hands wrapped around her breasts, kneading them, pulling them. My lips were sucking her right nipple into my mouth. I was thrusting all the way in and out of her.
"Oh, my God, Wes! I'm coming, Baby!" she shouted, arching her back and undulating her body under me suggestively, enhancing the luxurious friction that was sending me over the edge.
My cock felt like it had swelled larger and harder than humanly possible. A surge of pleasant tingles exploded between my legs as hot floods of semen gushed out of me. Dawn's inspiring cries of excitement grew even louder and filled the room.
"Yes, Wes! I can feel you come inside me! Fill me up, Wes!"
I kept driving in and out until I had drained myself into her. It felt like all my strength had been sapped from me, but my hips were still grinding against her, savoring her wet heat. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than a few minutes, I slumped onto her in exhaustion.
Without hesitation, she rolled us over and lifted herself off of me. Sliding down my body and kneeling between my legs, she lowered her mouth over my withering erection. Just as she had done before, she sucked me, expertly siphoning through my cock what little semen remained in my sensitive duct.
I was floating on a cloud as I relaxed in silence. When she was satisfied that I was empty, she licked and kissed my cock lovingly as it softened. I reached down and took her head in my hands. "Come here," I told her, pulling her onto me.
Our lips met in a tender embrace. "I don't know what to say," I admitted as I gazed into her eyes.
"Then, don't say anything."
She nuzzled her face in my neck and we cuddled while we regained our breaths. My mind was full of outlandish thoughts and ideas. Why hadn't I found a woman like her twenty years ago? What was it about Dawn that made her such an incredible lover? Why hadn't my wife ever perfected the techniques Dawn had mastered in our nearly twenty years together? Why hadn't my wife ever dreamt of doing some of the things that Dawn had done to me in the last two hours?
My revelry was interrupted when Dawn raised up and kissed me. "Thank you, Wes." She kissed me again. "You're absolutely wonderful. But, our time is about up. I've got to be going."
She paused and looked at me, waiting for my acknowledgement of the inevitable, I guess. Reality slammed back, causing a sinking feeling in my stomach. "I know." I ran my fingers through her hair. "Yes, I know."
She gave me a short peck on the cheek and arose from the bed. Quickly, although not hastily, she gathered her articles of clothing which were scattered around the room, picked up her purse, and disappeared into the bathroom. I stayed on the bed, not knowing whether proper protocol dictated that I should get dressed or not.
After a few minutes, she came out of the bathroom with her dress on. She looked fresh, energetic, and beautiful. She walked over to me and sat on the bed. Stroking my cheek with her fingers, she grinned at me, focusing her marvelous eyes on mine.
"Will I see you again?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. "I'd really like to."
The feeling was mutual, obviously. Tomorrow wouldn't be too soon, if I could afford it. "I certainly hope so." It was all I could think to say.
"Me, too." She got up and went to the closet. Thinking back, I realize that I should have helped her with her coat. But, at that moment, I was suffering from post-orgasmic paralysis.
"I won't forget you, Wes," she said. And with that, she opened the door and was gone.
I eventually staggered to the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower. It was funny, but I didn't feel guilty about what I had done. However, I wanted to be sure to remove any sign of my escapade from my body before I went home.
As I was dressing, the phone rang. My first reaction was a flash of paranoia, wondering who would be calling the room. I let it ring several times before I mustered the courage to answer. When I did, I waited for the caller to speak first.
"Hello?" It was Elaine. The anxiety evaporated from me. "Who's there?"
"Hello, Elaine."
"Oh, hello, Wes. I hope you're well."
I grinned. "I certainly am."
"Are you alone?"
"Yes, she's gone."
"Were you satisfied with your interlude?"
I laughed. I laughed loud and hard. "Honestly?"
"Of course."
"Satisfied beyond my wildest dreams."
"I knew you would be. Well, please feel free to give me a call if you'd like to arrange something in the future. I have two new agents that you might like to consider."
"I will. Thank you, Elaine."
"Goodbye, Wes. Thank you, again."
Over the following few weeks I had fleeting feelings of regret. I regretted that I had cheated on my wife. But, then again, my transgression had been purely physical rather than emotional. I had regrets about being so chauvinistically selfish, but I consoled myself by rationalizing that I deserved to be pampered a little bit while I am still capable of enjoying it. I also had regrets about the amount of money I had spent to be pampered.
About a month after seeing Dawn, I telephoned Elaine again. It took another month before I invested in another interlude. I do it now about every two or three months. I couldn't testify that what I've had is the finest sex in the world. But, it would be difficult to imagine that there is any better.
I've found that I push harder to succeed in my business in order to be able to afford it. I've also entrusted about half of my investments to Elaine's judgment. To my surprise, she has out performed my regular broker. Plus, I get a discount on my trips to paradise.
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She repaid me by sucking my cock with wanton abandon. Tossing her head in every direction, her entire body undulated and squirmed as I watched in delight. I'd never seen a woman react so frantically to any sort of sexual stimulation.
The visual feast coupled with the exquisite maneuvers of her mouth and lips were bringing me close to the edge again. I'm not sure whether she sensed it or not, but she abruptly slid her mouth off of me and rotated on the bed until her luscious spread legs were poised in front of me.
"Lick my pussy, Baby," she pleaded, raising her hands above her head luxuriously. "Make me come with your mouth."
If I had been chained to the wall, I would have broken loose. There was nothing in the world at that moment that could have kept me from dropping to my knees and burying my face between her smooth shapely legs. The fragrant aroma emanating from her hot opening was intoxicating.
I grabbed her ankles and lifted them into the air. Starting at the inside of her knee, I ran my wet tongue up her inner thigh, marveling at its softness through her sheer stocking, then sighing with delight as my lips passed the lace garter top and felt her tender flesh. I paused when my face was just inches from her pussy to gaze at the fleshy, bright pink lips which flared open to invite me to taste her. Lowering my head, I extended my tongue and slowly licked upward tasting the sweet, viscous, discharge that had oozed from her.
"Oh, God, yes," I heard her sigh as I licked across her perineum and sunk into her wet groove. I was amazed at the fine, light viscosity of her natural lubrication. "Stick your tongue in me, Wes, deep inside me."
I gladly complied with her demand, wiggling it around as I lapped at her tender folds. I loosened my grip on her ankles and let my hands slid over her calves until I was caressing her inner thighs.
"Oh, yes, Wes. That's good. God, that's so good, "she whispered.
As I worked my tongue in and out of her, wiggling it wildly within the softness of her labia, my upper lip barely grazed against her clitoris, causing her hips to rock gently and evoking a soft, shrill moan from her throat.
"Lick my clit, Baby. Suck on it, please? Please?"
She gave every indication that she was becoming lost in passionate lust. I raised my head two inches and licked the very tip of her bud. Incredibly, it had swelled even larger, easily the size of her nipples. She responded with a gasp of appreciation and pulled her legs up even higher, spreading them even farther apart, pitching them back and forth and from side to side.
When I wrapped my lips around it and sucked gently, flicking it with my tongue, Dawn's reaction was inspiring, to say the least. She brought her elbows to her sides and raised the upper part of her body so that she could stare down at me while I strived to please her. Her wonderful breasts heaved and, with every breath she exhaled, she moaned in increasingly higher pitched squeals.
"That's it, Wes!" she cried, a look of primal hunger on her face. "Oh, Baby, don't stop. God, yes!" She opened her lovely mouth and extended her lips, breathing heavily through her throat. "You're going to make me come like that, Wes." Her eyelids opened wider, as if she were watching an orgasm approach her from a distance like a slow freight train. "Oh, yes. God, Wes. Suck my clit!"
Suddenly, she plunged her legs downward. She arched her back and elevated herself off the bed, supported by her elbows and the heels of her shoes digging into the mattress. Her body seemed to float for a few seconds, then she threw her head back and screamed. It was the most erotic sound I think I've ever heard.
"Oh, my God! I'm coming, Wes!" She ground her pussy against my face in tight, quick circles. "Oooh, oooh, oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"
I could gladly have spent the rest of my life in that position, caressing her lovingly with my tongue. I watched her firm, round breasts rising and falling with her gasps for air as she reveled in orgasmic release. I suppose it's possible that she was faking, but if so, she would have fooled every man in the world.
As she quieted and her movements slowed, she dropped her head back onto the bed. My face was covered with a slippery film of her fragrant lubrication mixed with my saliva. Her clitoris shrank just a bit and receded partially into its protective hood. Her labia and the entrance into her vaginal duct had become even softer, wetter, and warmer than before.
I anticipated how divine it would feel to sink my cock into deep into her. The question I was pondering was whether I, or she for that matter, would be willing to do it without a condom. It would certainly be a shame to diminish the sensation of her downy tissues by encasing myself in latex, but once again, I was considering the risks.
After nearly a minute, she raised her head and looked at me. The dreamy look of afterglow on her pretty face made me feel like I could go out and slay a dragon. "Thank you, Baby," she said, lovingly grasping the sides of my head with her hands.
She pulled gently, inviting me to slide up over her magnificent body. Our lips met, and she kissed me with as much passion as any woman could convey. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist as I held my weight on my hands and knees; feeling her erect nipples stab me in the chest. I knew that my cock was precariously close to her luscious vaginal opening and that all I had to do was thrust forward to penetrate her.
Just as my will power drained away and I prepared to experience the wonders of her interior, she rolled me over onto my back, reversing our positions. For several seconds I enjoyed her tongue darting into my mouth as she showered me with wet kisses. Then, raising her right leg, she swung around until she knelt at my side, running her mouth slowly over my chin and down my neck.
I stroked her fine ass and slender thighs as she trailed her mouth down my body, kissing and tonguing my chest and nipples. I couldn't keep my hips from involuntarily rocking as she nibbled her way down my belly to my abdomen, her supple hands at the sides of her face caressing my skin and her silken hair brushing over me, teasing my nerve endings.
Eventually, she poised her lovely mouth just above my taut erection. I could see a drip of seminal fluid that had leaked from it and had begun to run down over the head. She licked it off, leaving a thin strand of glistening liquid trailing from my cock to her tongue, then raised her eyes and flashed a satisfied smile at me.
"Mmmm, that tastes good, Baby. I want more." She scooted around until her knees rested on the bed next to my shoulder and lowered her face between my legs. I arched my back and bent my knees, giving her maximum access to my scrotum. With my cock nestled in the soft crease between her breasts, my eyes rolled back in their sockets when she started to lick and suck on my balls.
What an amazing, confident mood she had put me in! She had given me a tremendous orgasm, although I hadn't actually "come," with the best blow job I could ever have dreamed of. I had brought her, such an incredibly beautiful creature, to the heights of passion. And now, as I relaxed like a sultan, she was tenderly nibbling and licking between my legs like a servile concubine. At that point, I felt like I was capable of making love to her all night long!
With my hand on the inside of her left thigh, I nudged her gently, and she raised her leg over me, placing her irresistible pussy over my face. I grasped her firm hips near her waist, and pulled her back toward my open mouth. She released a falsetto sigh of joy when her wet cleft settled on my lips, and I again went to work on her magic button of pleasure.
I felt her slide her lips up the underside of my shaft, then plunge them down, sucking my cock deep into her mouth. She massaged and kneaded my balls with her hands as she moved faster and faster on me. Her clitoris began to swell and throb between my lips and against my tongue. We were moving in unison on each others' genitals like hungry animals.
All of a sudden, she forced her mouth down farther on me and took me into her throat again. In this position, it seemed that my cock entered her even deeper, causing incredible sensations of pleasure as the muscles in her throat caressed me. After what seemed like several minutes of feverish oral loving, she raised off of me.
"Are you ready, Baby?" She sucked half of me back into her mouth and swirled her tongue around lasciviously on the head of my cock. "Hmmmm?" she moaned. She lifted off again, but stroked my slippery wet shaft rapidly with her hand. "I'm going to come again, Wes. Come with me this time, Baby." Her voice cracked as she stated her intimate desire.
Instantly, she began bobbing her head up and down on me again in swift, urgent plunges, taking me fully into her throat, then sliding up nearly to the rigid crown at the top. I couldn't believe the remarkable prowess she displayed! And with such remarkable speed!
She rocked her pussy back and forth as I sucked her clitoris in cadence with her tempo. Her entire body writhed as if she had lost control. We were both moaning and grunting as we extracted pleasure from each other.
I felt her hand, slippery with saliva, glide lower, and she pressed firmly just behind my scrotum, massaging the root of my penis. Then, as it slid even lower, I felt her finger rubbing my anus, lubricating it. Within seconds, her wet finger popped through my sphincter and slid easily into me. In no time, she found my prostate through the thin lining of my rectal canal and rubbed it in small circles, pressing it gently.
The sensation of her direct stimulation of my gland caused lightning flashes of rapture in my brain. Dawn was truly a skilled expert. She knew exactly where and how to touch a man to induce the utmost in sexual pleasure.
The first signal of orgasm was a feathery tingle just behind my balls which grew more and more intense and radiated outward as my prostate prepared itself for duty. The sensation began to increase exponentially as I concentrated on the exquisite feeling of her lips, tongue, mouth, throat, hands, and finger palpating me internally. I was going to come and had no intention of holding back. I only wondered if she was going to perform her miraculous exercise and keep me from ejaculating again.
The pleasant tingle gradually encompassed the entire area between my legs, then my prostate contracted violently, pumping a massive stream of semen through my cock. At the same instant, I heard Dawn's muffled screams radiating through her nasal passages as she erupted for the second time. I was delirious with pleasure as stream after stream of hot fluid rushed through me. The awesome sensation of each heavenly spurt was accentuated by her manipulation of my prostate. It's hard to imagine an orgasm more powerful and satisfying than the one I was experiencing. Judging from her physical and vocal reactions, her climax was just as overwhelming as mine.
As the force of my internal contractions waned, she stopped moving and held me deep in her throat. I could feel her teeth pressing against my pubic mound. Then, to add to what was a truly extraordinary experience, she swallowed repeatedly, the tissues of her throat massaging my foreskin, milking me delightfully.
We remained that way for a minute or so when she slowly raised her mouth until her lips encircled just the head of my cock. I screamed with joy when she started sucking it, like a straw, feeling her drawing the last globules of come through my urethra and into her mouth.
I decided at that moment that the thousand dollars was well spent. Even if she hurriedly jumped off the bed, threw on her clothes, and left, she was worth every penny. I doubted whether I would be able to get hard again for a week after the ferocious orgasm I'd just had. And, to tell the truth, I didn't care.
My eyes were closed, but I felt her change position. She cuddled against me with her head resting on my shoulder and stroked my chest with her hand. Her body was damp with perspiration, which caused even more her sweet scent to drift into my nostrils. The calm, secure feeling of her shapely, slender body against me was sublime.
"God, Wes. That was wonderful, almost too intense," she cooed in my ear. "I love the way you make me come." She sucked my earlobe into her warm mouth. "I want you to make me come again."
We must have stayed like that for ten minutes or so, just cherishing the contentment of post-orgasmic bliss. I thought several times of saying something, but words failed me. Finally, I opened my eyes and gazed at her beautiful face. "I've never felt anything so fantastic before."
She smiled sweetly, and her eyes sparkled like blue diamonds. "Well, it takes two, you know? I'm certainly not dissatisfied." She chuckled like a little girl who had made her first joke.
My God, I thought. Not only is she surreally gorgeous and an incredibly gifted sex technician, she knows exactly what to say to make a man feel important. And I did, indeed, feel important.
After a few more minutes, she raised onto her elbow and asked, "Would you like a drink?"
"I'd love a drink."
She kissed me softly and left the bed. I heard ice tinkle in glass, and soon she brought me a scotch with a twist of lemon. I arose onto my elbows and she held the glass to my lips. After I had taken a healthy gulp, she moved the glass away and kissed me again.
"I'm going to rinse off in the shower if you don't mind?"
"Not at all," I told her with a smile. She handed me the glass, kissed me invitingly again, and headed toward the bathroom. I heard the water cascading in the tub and struggled to sit up. I glanced at the clock and saw that our escapades had taken almost an hour. Finishing the scotch she had poured for me, I started toward the dresser to pour another one when I heard the water stop running.
A few minutes later, as I sat in the cushioned chair, I heard the sound of the blow dryer. I sat and sipped scotch, anticipating Dawn's return, visualizing her naked body. Mentally, I was making preparations for enjoying her again, hoping that the finale of our time together would be furious intercourse. But, judging by the numbness in my shriveled member, I certainly wasn't physically prepared.
I glanced at the clock again. She had been in the bathroom for nearly fifteen minutes. A mild twinge of anger swept through me, feeling somehow cheated that she had used the time I had purchased to take a shower. On the other hand, how in the world could I complain? After all, it wasn't likely that I would be capable of doing anything sexually with her for the remainder of my time.
She emerged from the bathroom wearing only a shimmering red nightgown which draped loosely over her body and extended to the middle of her thighs. She was carrying her purse, which she placed on the dresser. She had obviously applied new makeup and lipstick and looked as ravishingly beautiful and fresh as she had when she first arrived.
"I kind of thought you might join me," she said as she approached. I spanked myself mentally. I should have thought of that! It would have been invigorating to take a shower with her, running my soapy hands over her superb body. I guess I just don't take hints very well.
"I've been recuperating."
"Mmmm, me too! My legs are still shaking from what you did to me. Twice." She leaned toward me and gave me a welcoming kiss, then moved behind the chair. Placing her hands on my temples, she began to give me a soothing massage. Without speaking, she worked her hands down my neck, outward over my shoulders, and eventually kneaded my chest. Nothing she was doing had overt sexual overtones. I assumed that she understood that I was finished for the day but felt that she at least owed me some form of physical contact.
The pressure of her touch became progressively softer. After just a few minutes, she seemed to be teasing me with her fingertips and nails. I sensed her face coming closer to the side of my head, then felt her warm, moist breath against the back of my ear. At the same time, she took my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched them delicately. Next, I felt her lips on my earlobe.
The gradual change in her massage technique was certainly uplifting. My heart beat quickened, and I started squirming in the chair. I brought my hands up and covered hers as she played with my nipples, appreciating the smooth skin of her fingers. Suddenly, I felt her tongue dart into my ear.
"I want you to fuck me, Wes," she whispered softly, then licked the furrows between the folds of my ear. "I want to watch that pretty cock of yours slide into me, deep into me." She licked some more, breathing heavily, leaving my ear wet with saliva. She moved her hands down to my belly, then lower, softly stroking my abdomen. "Please fuck me, Wes? Fuck me hard and deep and make me come on your big cock."
I wish that I had a tape recording of her pleas. They were the sexiest sounds of desire I'd ever heard. I closed my eyes and listened intently, basking in the delight of her touch.
"I need your cock, Wes. Don't you want to fuck me?" She sighed heavily between whispers. "I want to spread my legs wide for you and feel your big cock pounding in and out of my hot pussy. I want you to make me come again, Wes," she stated with a more throaty edge in her voice. "Then, I want you to use me. I want to fuck however you want." The pitch of her voice fell an octave. "I want to feel you spray your hot come deep inside me while I come hard on your wonderful, big cock."
It was unbelievable. I could feel a stirring between my legs. I imagined that my cock was standing stiff, straight, and tall, ready to give this lovely young beauty what she wanted. Her hands went lower, and I felt her wrap her hand around my shaft. To my surprise, it throbbed as soon as she touched it.
"Oh, Baby," she murmured, "this is my cock. I want to ride this big cock until I come. That's what I want. Please fuck me with it, Wes?"
It was a miracle. She had talked me into what was fast becoming a bona fide erection. I rocked my hips up and down, sliding my shaft through her encircling fingers.
"Take me to the bed, Wes. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me." She whispered.
She moved from behind me, and took my hand. Stepping backward gracefully, she beckoned me toward the bed. With her other hand, she grasped the covers and peeled them away, exposing the soft, crisp, white sheets. Still pulling me by the hand, she stepped onto the bed and crouched on her knees. I was putty in her hands.
I got onto the bed, and she turned me around, positioning me on my back. She fell into my arms and began kissing me passionately as if we were lovers who had been separated for a year and just reunited. Almost instantly, she began writhing lasciviously, undulating her hips erotically.
Without breaking her lock on my lips, she raised her leg over me and straddled me. The condom issue again raced fleetingly into my mind, and departed just as quickly. I was fortunate to have gotten hard again. There was no sense restricting the benefits.
She raised her head and crouched upright on me. Taking my nearly rigid shaft in her hand, she held it up and rubbed the tip between the wet, slippery lips of her pussy. Her mouth fell open and her eyes closed, giving every impression that the mere touch of my cock was sending her into a state of bliss. Once the end of it was wet with her lubrication, she rubbed it against her swollen clitoris, inhaling deeply in response.
"Oh, God, Baby," she moaned, rocking her hips provocatively. The feeling of her softness was all I needed to convince my fatigued organ that it should spring to life. I was hard again and thrusting toward her, craving the sensation of her wet vagina clutching me.
Ever so slowly, she inserted me into her and lowered her hips. The warmth and softness were amazing. She took only an inch or so at first, then raised slightly. She slid down farther, and raised again. Then, with her mouth open wide and her eyes fixed on mine, she uttered a low, joyous moan as she slowly sank all the way down on me until our pubic hair matted together.
Although I was jerking upward to meet her strokes, I allowed her to set the pace. She worked up and down on me lovingly, increasing her speed almost imperceptibly. She felt tight and snug against me in comparison to what I was accustomed to with my wife. The texture of her vaginal sheath was magnificent. Her internal ridges played magically on my tightly stretched skin.
Before I knew it, she was riding up and down on me in rapid, full strokes, her hands on my chest for leverage and balance. Without breaking stride, she grabbed the skirt of her nightgown, hoisted it over her head, and tossed it aside. What an incredible vision! Her breasts bouncing wildly above her narrow rib cage and waist begged to have me caress and squeeze them.
"Oh, yeah!" she commented through her panting breaths. "Oh, God. Your cock is so good, Wes. So good."
Without warning, she stopped sliding and pressed her pussy tight against me; grinding her bloated clitoris against my pubic mound. "Wes, you're so deep in me," she panted, "soooo deep!"
After a few seconds, she resumed her bouncing, the tissues of her vagina milking my cock, then stopped to grind against me again. I was thankful, really. Without her pauses, she would surely have made me come much too quickly.
"Oh, God, Wes! I'm going to come! Ooooooh! Oh, yes!" She was screaming as she grated against me. She took an amazingly deep breath then exhaled powerfully; a low moan of satisfaction rumbling in her throat. I hope I never forget the beautiful expression of total release on her face.
"Ooooooooh! Ooooooooh, God!" Her voice was several octaves lower than I had thought possible.
She held still and close against me, her body trembling. The muscles in her vagina began to roll in spasms again and again, constricting on the base of my cock, then rippling upwards, as if trying to pull me deeper into her. I'd never felt such astounding, intense evidence of a female orgasm before.
When the contractions subsided, she collapsed onto me, searching around in my mouth with her tongue. "Oh, Wes," she mumbled through our joined lips. "God, that was good."
She rolled off of me onto her back, raised and spread her legs until they were nearly at right angles to her body, and held out her arms, inviting me into her. "Fuck me, now. Fuck me hard and fast and come inside me." She rotated her hips slowly and provocatively. "Please fuck me, Wes?"
I wasted no time in positioning myself between her legs. She pulled my face to hers and our lips met. With one thrust, I buried my cock in her waiting sleeve.
The next few minutes are difficult to describe. I kissed, felt, squeezed, and massaged every inch of her that I could. I thrust in and out of her as if this were the last time I would ever make love to a woman. During the entire process, she remained submissive, almost subservient, letting me control the speed and depth of penetration, but continuing to coax me on.
"Yes, Baby. I'm all yours, Baby," she assured me, a desperate, earnest tone in her voice. "I want your cock. Use me, Baby. God, fuck me hard."
I was vaguely aware that sweat was dripping off of me. I had entered a rare zone of carnal consciousness. The sound of her voice and her wanton, sultry words of desire rang in my ears. I was only faintly aware of the grunts and groans that were coming from deep within my chest. The entire experience became a blur of unrestrained passion.
"That's it, Baby. Fuck me. Make me come!" she cried. "I'm going to come again for you, Wes! Fuck me! I'm going to come again!"
I had my hands wrapped around her breasts, kneading them, pulling them. My lips were sucking her right nipple into my mouth. I was thrusting all the way in and out of her.
"Oh, my God, Wes! I'm coming, Baby!" she shouted, arching her back and undulating her body under me suggestively, enhancing the luxurious friction that was sending me over the edge.
My cock felt like it had swelled larger and harder than humanly possible. A surge of pleasant tingles exploded between my legs as hot floods of semen gushed out of me. Dawn's inspiring cries of excitement grew even louder and filled the room.
"Yes, Wes! I can feel you come inside me! Fill me up, Wes!"
I kept driving in and out until I had drained myself into her. It felt like all my strength had been sapped from me, but my hips were still grinding against her, savoring her wet heat. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than a few minutes, I slumped onto her in exhaustion.
Without hesitation, she rolled us over and lifted herself off of me. Sliding down my body and kneeling between my legs, she lowered her mouth over my withering erection. Just as she had done before, she sucked me, expertly siphoning through my cock what little semen remained in my sensitive duct.
I was floating on a cloud as I relaxed in silence. When she was satisfied that I was empty, she licked and kissed my cock lovingly as it softened. I reached down and took her head in my hands. "Come here," I told her, pulling her onto me.
Our lips met in a tender embrace. "I don't know what to say," I admitted as I gazed into her eyes.
"Then, don't say anything."
She nuzzled her face in my neck and we cuddled while we regained our breaths. My mind was full of outlandish thoughts and ideas. Why hadn't I found a woman like her twenty years ago? What was it about Dawn that made her such an incredible lover? Why hadn't my wife ever perfected the techniques Dawn had mastered in our nearly twenty years together? Why hadn't my wife ever dreamt of doing some of the things that Dawn had done to me in the last two hours?
My revelry was interrupted when Dawn raised up and kissed me. "Thank you, Wes." She kissed me again. "You're absolutely wonderful. But, our time is about up. I've got to be going."
She paused and looked at me, waiting for my acknowledgement of the inevitable, I guess. Reality slammed back, causing a sinking feeling in my stomach. "I know." I ran my fingers through her hair. "Yes, I know."
She gave me a short peck on the cheek and arose from the bed. Quickly, although not hastily, she gathered her articles of clothing which were scattered around the room, picked up her purse, and disappeared into the bathroom. I stayed on the bed, not knowing whether proper protocol dictated that I should get dressed or not.
After a few minutes, she came out of the bathroom with her dress on. She looked fresh, energetic, and beautiful. She walked over to me and sat on the bed. Stroking my cheek with her fingers, she grinned at me, focusing her marvelous eyes on mine.
"Will I see you again?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. "I'd really like to."
The feeling was mutual, obviously. Tomorrow wouldn't be too soon, if I could afford it. "I certainly hope so." It was all I could think to say.
"Me, too." She got up and went to the closet. Thinking back, I realize that I should have helped her with her coat. But, at that moment, I was suffering from post-orgasmic paralysis.
"I won't forget you, Wes," she said. And with that, she opened the door and was gone.
I eventually staggered to the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower. It was funny, but I didn't feel guilty about what I had done. However, I wanted to be sure to remove any sign of my escapade from my body before I went home.
As I was dressing, the phone rang. My first reaction was a flash of paranoia, wondering who would be calling the room. I let it ring several times before I mustered the courage to answer. When I did, I waited for the caller to speak first.
"Hello?" It was Elaine. The anxiety evaporated from me. "Who's there?"
"Hello, Elaine."
"Oh, hello, Wes. I hope you're well."
I grinned. "I certainly am."
"Are you alone?"
"Yes, she's gone."
"Were you satisfied with your interlude?"
I laughed. I laughed loud and hard. "Honestly?"
"Of course."
"Satisfied beyond my wildest dreams."
"I knew you would be. Well, please feel free to give me a call if you'd like to arrange something in the future. I have two new agents that you might like to consider."
"I will. Thank you, Elaine."
"Goodbye, Wes. Thank you, again."
Over the following few weeks I had fleeting feelings of regret. I regretted that I had cheated on my wife. But, then again, my transgression had been purely physical rather than emotional. I had regrets about being so chauvinistically selfish, but I consoled myself by rationalizing that I deserved to be pampered a little bit while I am still capable of enjoying it. I also had regrets about the amount of money I had spent to be pampered.
About a month after seeing Dawn, I telephoned Elaine again. It took another month before I invested in another interlude. I do it now about every two or three months. I couldn't testify that what I've had is the finest sex in the world. But, it would be difficult to imagine that there is any better.
I've found that I push harder to succeed in my business in order to be able to afford it. I've also entrusted about half of my investments to Elaine's judgment. To my surprise, she has out performed my regular broker. Plus, I get a discount on my trips to paradise.
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