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Dinner and a Fuck

I invited him back to my room for a nightcap after we?d had a very pleasant dinner and lively conversation. No subject was taboo, though we stayed away from religion and politics. We didn?t know each other well enough to get into such heavy business.

All I knew by the end of the evening was that I didn?t want it to end. I?d learned that he was an artist and photographer and had spent quite a bit of time photographing and painting women. His idea was to prove to the ?ordinary? woman that she was not ordinary unless she chose to be. ?If a woman wants to be more than a little demure domestic, she can be the sexiest siren that ever walked the streets of any town in the world.? He explained to them, and to me, that it was a matter of attitude, a matter of letting go of inhibitions and knowing that life was full of pleasant surprises if one was willing to experiment with an open and adventurous mind. Some people know this instinctively, he related, some had to learn, by desire he pointed out, not by coercion, and definitely not by force.

So, as I closed the door behind me, I choose to be open and adventurous this night. I decided to throw caution and convention to the wind. I decided I would see what this artist had to offer in the way of life?s lessons, sexual lessons. Let me see if what he was alluding to would be as grand as it seemed it might.

He must have sensed my mood or read my thoughts. As I turned from the door, he simply said, ?Take off your clothes.? For an instant, I was taken aback, but only for an instant. I unbuckled the belt I had around my waste and slowly, from the bottom up, unbuttoned the five buttons up the front of my dress. I let the dress fall slowly off my shoulders, revealing to him that I wore a chained leather bustier and garter belt. The lace stockings and four-inch heels had been obvious during dinner, but now, revealing the entire ensemble, I felt even sexier than I had intended when getting dressed for dinner. Why I had decided not to wear any panties was a mystery to me at first, but in revealing myself to him, also revealed myself to me. I was planning on getting fucked tonight and I wanted it to be easy.

?Please sit in the chair over by the window,? he said as a pleasant command. I complied while he watched me carefully. He went to the bar, poured us some champagne, handed me my glass with gracious flare and said, ?Just sit back and relax.? I sipped from the glass, set back in the chair and opened my legs to reveal an already wet vagina. Only I wasn?t thinking the word ?vagina?, in my mind I named it as ?my cunt?. Cunt is a much more expressive word than even ?pussy?. Pussy is a word for teenagers that don?t know they have a cunt.

He stood a few feet away, drinking from his own glass, simply watching what I was doing. What was I doing? Performing for a man I didn?t really know is exactly what I was doing. My feet, still in my high heels were flat on the floor. The heels made my long thin and muscular legs even longer. I could see that he was impressed with the way my thighs transitioned smoothly at the hip and abruptly at my cunt.

I had shaved it as I took my bath, something I did regularly, though I have no idea why. Now, with my legs spread wide before him, my wet cunt dripped with cum and opened naturally, revealing the soft pink folds of my labia.

?Ah, such a lovely and luscious Lotus flower? he said softly. ?Sumptuous pink, glimmering with the dripping nectar of passion. Please, with your fingers, gently open the flower and let me see the smooth passage of its inner depths.?

Slowly, I stroked my sensitive clit, moaning a little as my middle finger flicked up and down and then in tiny, sensitive circles. I watched him as he slid out of his coat, undid his tie, slowly stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. He reached down to slip off his shoes and socks, and then let his trousers drop to the floor. His body was not perfect, no Adonis, but the grace and finesse with which he stripped caused my mind to explode with anticipation. He wore no underwear, so his cock sprang free immediately. Though I had assumed at dinner it would be of the moderate size, it was thick, and strong, slightly curving upward and hard. I swear it was hard enough to hammer a nail, but my imagination went straight to the idea that soon he would be hammering me with it.

Slowly, he approached me in the chair. I leaned forward slightly and found his cock was comfortably at the level of my mouth. I opened my lips and instantly took him to the back of my throat, savoring his hardness on my tongue. Closing my lips around him, I stroked him back and forth. I wanted more, so I gently reached for his balls and held them lightly. He put his hand on the back of my head and gently, oh so gently, he held it in place while his hips started to rock in and out, to and away from my hungry mouth. He rocked harder and deeper, with the head of his cock driving softly into the back of my throat. For ten minutes I sucked him, sometimes applying deep suctions, sometimes, circling it with my hot tongue. Finally, with a deep sexy groan, he slid out of my mouth and pushed me back in the chair. I slumped back with my hand and forearms resting on the arm of the chair. My hips were toward the edge of the seat and my knees spread wide apart. He kneeled down in front of me and with fingers as gentle and as experienced as a concert pianist, he began to play my cunt. He stroked the outside for a while and then probed the wet lips of my labia. His fingers began to slip in and out of me. Sometimes he?d use two fingers, sometimes three. His thumb was always stroking my clit, and the effect of both happening at the same time made me flow with cum like I?d never done before.

Out of nowhere came the soft, unmistakable hum of a dildo. Since my eyes were shut and my head tilted backward in ecstasy, I only learned later that it was a small gold one, smooth and hard. It did not enter my cunt, but he used it to stimulate my clit, softly at first, circling and then harder and harder. If there was pain, I didn?t notice through the throws of my many climaxes. I stopped counting after four and just concentrated to the exhilarating feel of his expertise. I think his fingers were still stroking me, probing inside, I can?t be sure, but I know that they were dripping with my cum because without any effort at all, he slid his middle finger into my ass. Only briefly was I surprised at the feel of my ass expanding. Then I felt the vibrations change from my clit to the soft tissue at the entrance to my backside. The vibrator moved in and out, smoothly, quietly with a continuous whir. His tongue was stroking my clit, moving it over the edge of his teeth, causing what I thought might be slight pain, but proving to be more of a delicious tickle.

He pulled my hips to the edge of the chair. My knees had somehow gotten bent up toward my chest. His mouth sucked hard on my cunt, his tongue darting in and out and stoking the ?petals of my lotus blossom.? Then for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, his mouth left my count. Then soft kisses and wet cum soaked licks from his tongue started up my belly and started working on my nipples. His fingers lightly stroked one of my tits while his tongue stroked the other. ?Concentric circles? was the only rational thought I had. Sensual, pleasing, excruciating ?concentric circles.?

He raised his body up off the floor where he?d been sitting in front of me. With his hands of the arms of the chair, his body angled so that his enlarged, enflamed erection slid directly, easily and naturally into my hot and eager cunt. The heat from the union was enhanced as he started moving in and out. Slowly, so lusciously slow at first, with increasing depth and force and the hardness of a smooth alabaster stone. So sensitive was my hot flowing cunt that I could feel every inch of him as it glided in and out. The increasing speed of his strokes caused hotter and hotter friction. I can?t tell you how many times I came or if it was just one long, continuous orgasm, but I barely noticed that in one motion his cock was out of my count and in my ass, never breaking the rhythm that he had going.

My breath was taken away with the feeling of his shaft entering my most private canal. Not from discomfort, not from fear, not from aversion to being ass fucked, which had never happened before, but from sheer surprise at the different yet, exquisite sensation of it. Yes there was a sense of brief pain, but no more than when long ago my cherry had been popped by some forgotten boy friend.

My entire body was on fire. My mind raced, my tits tingled like they were emitting bolts of soft electricity and my cunt streamed with untold quantities of warm creamy fluids. Any separation of orgasms I was having had long passed into one single all encompassing spasm of ecstasy and joy when I suddenly felt his pulsing, quivering member release his hot semen explosively into my ass. Never slowing in his strokes either in depth or strength, I could not tell when the explosion subsided.

His cock remained hard and rigid as he pulled away from me quite a while later. He had brought me down gently by continuing to softly kiss my back and neck while gently stroking my nipples with his fingers from behind. There was no sudden sense of withdrawal. I could still feel my cunt filled with my own cum and my ass filled with his. My body was warm and tingly, sensations heightened to their max. My body cooled slowly as the sweat of passion began to evaporate. He remained nearby, his head softly in my lap, one hand continuing to stroke one of my tits.

After a long, lingering while, he left me briefly to bring me another glass of champagne. Together we sipped in silence, smiling sweet smiles at one another, sharing only the mutual thoughts of ecstasy that emitted from our sensitized beings. Gently, with strength I didn?t know he had, he picked me up and softly laid me on the bed. He lay down beside my outstretched body and with the expert hand of a masseuse, stroked up and down my torso while hhis gaze held my eyes to his and then covered me with sweet warm kisses.

I must have fallen asleep, for when I awoke, he had gone. Gone... but without panic or regret, I knew he would never be seen by me again. We had had our moment in time, and that moment was enough to satisfy me for years to come.