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“(Author’s note - This story was written in response to an email from a reader of one of my earlier pieces. He asked me to write something involving characters with certain specific traits and incorporating a list of particular plot events. I think I’ve met almost all of his requests. If anyone else has a character or plot which they would like me to try to write about, let me know. I’ll certainly consider it. And, if you like this story, please make sure to give it your vote.)”

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My name is Denise Davenport. I’m 26 and I teach senior English at War Memorial High, a downtown school in a mid-size Virginia city, one which has been going pretty much straight downhill since 1865, when Lee surrendered to Grant at a little courthouse about 100 miles west of here.

I’m probably not much like the English teacher you had when” you “were in high school. And that’s putting it mildly.

The thing you need to know about me is that I’m pretty good-looking. In fact, only modesty prevents me from admitting that I’m flat out gorgeous. I’ve got high cheekbones, bee-stung lips, long legs, thick blonde hair, huge blue eyes and a 34DD pair of headlights that would bring eyesight to the blind. Maybe make the lame walk too, and raise up the dead, like poor, 72-year old Mr. Peterson, who spent the last 15 years thinking he was impotent. In short, I’m your basic 5′ 4″, 107-pound package of prick-stiffening pulchritude. But you didn’t hear it from me.

The other thing about me is that I like all the male attention that being sexy gets me. Actually, I love it. I adore knowing that, when I walk down the street, every man with a pulse is staring at me, which can be a little dangerous when one of them happens to be behind the wheel at the time. As a result, I have a tendency to raise auto insurance rates whenever I go out for a stroll. And I get off on knowing that I can give any man I want an erection just by smiling at him. And that, if I give him one of my special smiles, but don’t fuck him, he’ll probably be looking for some privacy to beat off as soon as I walk away.

So, while most of the other women teachers wear frumpy dresses, loose-fitting blouses and sensible shoes, I wear skirts as short as the most flirtatious girls in my class, tight sweaters and the highest spike heels I can find. As I said, probably not much like the homely bow-wow who taught” “English at” your “high school.

Coming to War Memorial was a big change for me. For the last couple of years I taught at a ritzy Beltway prep school, but I was encouraged to leave for getting too friendly with some - well, actually nearly all - of the male faculty. Their wives started a petition and I decided it was time to move on. I could have stayed if I really wanted to. I had a sort of special relationship with the headmaster and a few of the more influential members of the Board of Directors. But once the bitch club had me in their sights, things were bound to get ugly. Besides, they were all going to keep their husbands on very short leashes, and there went a big chunk of my social life.

So I started looking around for a new job and interviewed at a whole bunch of places. But the first time I walked into War Memorial, my eyes opened wide and I knew I was in the right place. I grew up in a rich suburban town and went to a classy college, but I’ve always had a taste for black men, with their big, thick pricks and their direct approach to sex. This place is about 70 per cent black, and the halls that day were jammed with big, horny, strong, horny, adolescent, horny, dark-skinned guys. The air was so thick with hormones you could taste them.

The boys stopped in their tracks and stared as I walked by, like hungry wolves who couldn’t believe that such a tender, tasty bunny had just hopped so innocently into their midst, and I suddenly regretted the years I had wasted fucking the wimps at my snobby, lily-white private school.

From the beginning of my teaching career, I’ve had a policy of never fucking my students. But throughout my life, I’ve also always had a policy of never arguing with the little girl between my legs. She was pretty excited about the idea of teaching at War Memorial. The principal offered me senior English and I took it on the spot, knowing full well the temptations and tough decisions I would face.

On the first day of school, I made a big, big mistake, but it wasn’t all my fault. I was supposed to have had a two-day orientation program. But the school district was short on funds, so they told me to just show a little early the first day and have Mr. Harwood, the assistant principal, show me around.

School starts at 8:00, so I figured I’d be there at 7:00. Wanting to make a good impression on my new boss, I wore a tiny, pleated, blue plaid skirt with a hemline 8 inches above my knees and a powder blue sweater, which wasn’t quite long enough to reach the skirt. I left several buttons undone at the top and the bottom to allow a good view of my jeweled navel and substantial cleavage. And it was tight enough that, where I did button it, little gaps pulled open between the buttons. Not big enough to see anything. Just big enough to attract a man’s eye like a magnet.

And my breasts “do” grab a guy’s attention. They’re big, but not at all droopy. Even without a bra, which I almost never wear, they sit firm and proud, high up on my chest like a teenager’s.

To top my outfit off, I wore shiny, bright blue stilettos, a few big, chunky bracelets, a cute little choker - two strands of cultured pearls with a small heart-shaped turquoise stone - and dangly earrings sprinkled with tiny, sparkly imitation jewels.

Problem was, no one had told me about the secure faculty parking area right next to the school. I parked at a public lot a couple blocks away and walked, which meant I had to go down a narrow alleyway between two buildings to get from the lot to the street the school is on.

The alley was dark, filthy and kind of scary. It stunk of old urine and cheap wine. The windows of the buildings on either side were covered by rusty security gratings, but many had cracked or broken glass anyway. Garbage and litter were heaped around randomly. But I was used to being safe and protected, and I was too stupid or lazy, or both, to look for a different route.

At the far end of the alley were what appeared to be a couple of piles of rags and trash. But as I approached, carrying a stack of books under my arm, one of the piles began to stir, and a shabby-looking guy, who had apparently spent the night there, rose like a zombie from under the refuse. The click-clacking of my spike heels in the quiet alley must have roused him. He rubbed his eyes and sat there watching me for a few seconds. “Boo-yaa,” he breathed quietly, and then sang, “Goood mornin’ liddle school girl,” as the other pile began to stir too. He had a lousy voice.

Now I was terrified, and I stopped where I stood. But I didn’t want to show my fear, so I didn’t turn around and run.

As the first guy creaked into a standing position, his companion sat up and continued the song, “Can we come hooommme wit’ you?” he croaked.

Then, as he stood up and the first guy began to move toward me, they sang in unison, “Tell your momma and your poppa we’re liddle school boys too.”

They were bigger than they had looked when they were on the ground, and probably younger and less decrepit than they seemed as well. I put my free hand into my pocket book. “I’m no school girl,” I said quietly. “I’m a teacher at the high school, and if you put one dirty finger on me, I swear you’ll regret it.”

“Sure, Darlin’, sure,” said the first, approaching slowly. “We’re not gonna hurtcha. We just wanna, you know, get acquainted.” He smiled, revealing rotten and missing teeth. “I’m Reggie, and this is Nate.” Now I could smell gin, and the stench of stale piss had become overwhelming. “And that gentleman back there,” he added, nodding in the direction from which I had come, “that’s our esteemed colleague, Thomas.”

Reggie and Nate were now within a few feet, but I had to risk a glance over my shoulder to see if Thomas was real. He was, and he was standing at the end of the alley, larger and more bedraggled than the other two put together, with a big, menacing grin on his grubby, ugly face.

Thomas, whose voice was worse than Reggie’s, repeated the last line of the song, “I’m a liddle school boy too,” then chuckled and started sing-songing quietly to himself, “School boy, school boy, I’m a liddle school boy.”

I felt Reggie’s hand stroke my arm, pulled sharply back from his touch and whirled to face him. “I’m not kidding and I’m not flirting. I don’t want you ass holes touching me,” I screamed. Behind me, I heard Thomas’ frenzied laugh.

“Hey, hey, ya don’t have to get all historical and everythin’,” said Nate, who seemed to be getting angry.

I tried to keep walking, but they blocked my path.

“C’mon, Sweetheart, just linger here awhile and chat with us all about your role in the educational system,” wheedled Reggie. “Fraternize with the hoi polloi, as it were.”

“Maybe “we” can teach “you” a couple of things,” snickered Nate. As he spoke, he reached for my waist and Reggie put his hand on my arm again. Thomas couldn’t stop laughing.

Now, I may climb all over the cock of every halfway cute stud I meet. And I do have a tendency to suck off any guy who asks me real nice. But nobody ever fucks me unless I want him to. Nobody. Not ever. Especially not Reggie and Nate, and real especially, not Thomas.

They left me no choice. My hand came out of my pocket book spraying Mace into Reggie’s and Nate’s eyes at point blank range. They howled in pain and instantly covered their faces with both hands. I kneed Reggie in the crotch as hard as I could and he collapsed, screaming even louder than before, now clutching at his groin, then his face, then his groin again, as if he couldn’t decide which hurt more. I dropped the Mace and, holding my books with both hands, brought them down on Nate’s head with all my strength. He slumped to the pavement, unconscious.

I grabbed the Mace again and spun around to face Thomas, holding the tiny spray can horizontally, like a thug with a 9mm gat. He had come a few feet down the alley, but stopped, held his hands up and started to back away, still sporting that crazy, shit-eating grin.

I turned back to Nate and kicked him in the balls, hard, for good measure. He was still unconscious and couldn’t feel it at the time, but when he came to, I wanted him to have a reminder of how bad his manners had been.

When I looked up, I realized a small crowd had gathered at the street end of the alley. They began to applaud. I straightened my clothing, took a deep breath, stepped over Reggie and Nate and marched out to the sidewalk.

“Thanks for the support,” I said sarcastically to one of the men in the crowd.

“I was going to run down there and rescue you,” he replied, “but before I could change into my Spiderman suit, you creamed them, really creamed them.”

“Same here,” said another guy, who wasn’t half-bad looking. “You were awesome, girl.”

“Thanks,” I said, and smiled at them. But I didn’t have time for flirting. I wanted to get to school quick.

Just as I turned down the street toward War Mem, a cop car pulled up, siren wailing and lights flashing.

“When I saw what was happening, I dialed 411 on my cell,” explained a girl, probably one of the students. “Are you really a teacher,” she asked. “You must be new. What’s your name?”

“Denise Davenport,” I answered. “And you probably mean you dialed 911, because 411 is Directory Assistance”

“That too,” she replied brightly, “but first I had to call 411.”

“Why’s that,” I asked suspiciously.

“To get the number for 911,” she answered, as though I should have known.

“Which, coincidentally, just happens to be….911,” I observed dryly.

“Who’d have thought it?” she bubbled.

Any way, that was the end of my plan to get to school early and make a good impression. The police arrested Reggie and Nate and put them in the back of the car, then spent more than 45 minutes interviewing me and most of the witnesses, taking names and addresses and asking all kinds of questions. Meanwhile, the sidewalk was crowded with kids walking by and taking in the scene on their way to school. But it wasn’t a complete waste of time. One of the cops was really hunky and we exchanged glances and phone numbers.

By the time I got to school it was almost first bell. I had to ask directions to my homeroom, and it turned out to be on the third floor, south wing. When I got there Little Miss 411 was sitting in the front row, beaming her biggest smile and every student at every desk knew exactly what had happened on my way to school. The administration had chalked a formal greeting on the blackboard, but someone had erased my name and replaced it, so that the salutation now read, “The students of Homeroom 327 warmly welcome DENISE-THE-BEAST.”

As I walked to the front of the room, my slut sense began to tingle something fierce. Okay, one other thing you need to know about me is that I have this sixth sense. I call it my “slut sense”. You’ve heard of Spiderman’s “spider-sense”? The back of his head tingles whenever he’s in the presence of danger. Well, I’ve got sort of the same thing. Whenever I’m in the presence of a guy who’s a truly great fuck, even if I haven’t seen him yet, or don’t even know there’s anyone there, my clit tingles.

The little girl between my legs perks up lots of other times, of course: when I kiss a good-looking guy, when I watch a Humphrey Bogart movie or hear a romantic song, when I put my hand in my panties and stroke it, stuff like that. But whenever it begins to smolder for no apparent reason, it means there’s some seriously-hung beekcake nearby. And as I entered Homeroom 327 it was tingling so hard, I could barely walk. More than any time since that sweaty afternoon in the Sixers’ locker room.

I looked quickly around and a tall, handsome black kid with a short-sleeve shirt and dreamy muscles caught my eye. Must have been about six-foot two and 220 pounds. Just then, the bell rang and the students were out of their seats pushing past me, pouring out into the corridor, giggling and looking at me over their shoulders.

I went to my desk and checked on the seating chart. His name was Joey Jurgensen. I had been given basic information about all the kids and looked him up. He was 18 and on the football team. I later learned he was the starting centerfielder, or quarterback, or something. I couldn’t be certain that he was the one who set my slut sense off, but I sure hoped so.

Despite my, shall we say, “busy” social life, I take my profession seriously, and I’m actually a pretty good teacher. If I were ever going to violate my rule against having sex with my students, it would ease the guilt a little if that kid were as good-looking as Joey.

After my homeroom kids left, things calmed down for a while. I had a minute or two to look around my new classroom. The building was probably 60 or 70 years old, with high ceilings. I was pretty sure my room hadn’t been redecorated that whole time. It had tall windows, crumbling plaster and old, dark, wood trim. There were big, old-fashioned, cast metal, steam-heated radiators, which would probably be way too hot in the winter.

First period was general college prep English. Like all my classes, they were good kids, fairly well-behaved and mostly 18 and 19. Every one of them knew all the details of my encounter with Reggie, Nate and Thomas, of course.

We talked about my plan for the year, which was to read a few of the classics and make sure they were able to write an acceptable expository essay.

The girls didn’t know quite what to make of me. Was I competition, or were their boyfriends too young to interest me? The boys, however, were a lot less ambivalent. I could tell from the way they looked at me that I was very much to their taste. But one of them went a little too far.

To get to know the kids, I’d been going around the room having them tell me their hobbies and interests. Shawn’s answer was, “Boning on the davenport.” The class exploded in laughter, catcalls and wiseass remarks. I doubt many of them got the double-entendre, because most of them probably don’t know that a davenport is a couch. But they sure got the idea that Shawn was joking about having sex with me.

Now, I have no problem with the boys drooling all over me in class. If I can keep their attention, maybe I can actually teach them something. But I need to keep some degree of order and decorum, or things will get out of control real fast. So I had to make an example out of Shawn and send him to the office. But I did take note of the fact that he has a pretty decent vocabulary and put him on my mental list of promising students.

Second period was free time, so I went to the office to see Mr. Harwood and get my orientation. He’s a tall, trim, handsome black man who appears to be about 45. When we shook hands, I held his for a couple of seconds longer than necessary and briefly placed my other hand on his muscular forearm, then sat down in the armless chair in front of his desk and crossed my legs with a flourish. He was still standing, which gave him a good view down the front of my sweater.

He also knew about my little alleyway adventure, of course, and had been the one who dealt with Shawn, so the first thing on his orientation agenda was to explain some kind of faculty dress code.

“Now, Ms. Davenport, we here at War Memorial High School have a dress…,” Harwood began.

“Please, call me Denise,” I interrupted sweetly.

At this point I realized that I had at least two problems. One was the rules Harwood was about to try to enforce. The other was that I hadn’t been fucked in over 12 hours and I was getting pretty horny. But I thought I had a solution to both problems. It was the same old solution I apply to most difficulties. You see, for me, sex is like duct tape is for most guys. Any time a guy gets into a little predicament, he reaches for the duct tape. Me, whenever I have a problem, the first thing I try is a little romance, a little flirting and a whole lot of getting myself stuffed full of stiff cock.

“Sure,” he answered and most of my friends call me…,” he hesitated as if a little embarrassed, “…’Jelly’.”

” Jelly?” I asked, letting my tone and expression convey interest, bordering on amusement. “It’s obviously not short for ‘Jelly-belly’,” I added in reference to his obvious fitness.

“No, no” he explained, “It’s actually short for ‘Jelly Roll’.”

” Jelly Roll Harwood?” I said letting my growing amazement show.

“It’s because I’m a big fan of the early jazz and blues musicians, like Jelly Roll Morton,” he replied, “But my real name is Longfellow, because my mother has always been fond of the American Romantic poets.”

“Longfellow…Jelly Roll…Harwood,” I said slowly, lingering on each word. “That name’s more than romantic. It’s deliciously exciting. Almost seductive,” I purred. By this point, my clit was beginning to pulse and tingle. It wasn’t my slut sense. It was just his masculine presence and, mostly, his name. As I said, when the little girl talks to me, I listen, and right then, she was speaking up loud and clear. I figured I really just had to find out if he would live up to his name.

I braced my hands on the chair behind me to thrust my breasts out seductively. I uncrossed and recrossed my legs just because I know how much men like to watch me do it. Then I did it again just because it made my clit feel so good. There was a noticeable and rapidly growing bulge in Harwood’s pants. When he noticed me eyeing it, he quickly sat down, but that apparently made him sort of uncomfortable. He squirmed for a few seconds, then reached down into his lap to adjust something out of my view. If he could have turned red, he would have.

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Charles responded to all the care and attention I gave him. He kissed me in return, kiss for kiss, every spot that I kiss. After all, how will an inexperienced man like Charles to know what to do unless I show him what a woman likes? While I played with Charles’ hairy chest, he caressed my tiny breasts and gently played with my nipples. Mei-Ling, my breasts are the only part of my body I am ashamed of. I wish that my breasts were equally as impressive as Charles willie. Maybe that’s why we are so attentive to our man. Maybe we don’t want them to notice our tiny boobies?

I put my hand on Charles’ willie. Of course, he couldn’t put his hand on my willie but that was my signal that I wanted him to play with my parts. Mei-Ling, touch a man’s willie as gently as you want him to touch your clitoris. Some men don’t “get it” but Charles is not like that. He moved his finger ever so gently up towards my clitoris, never pressing hard. I can never resist and I started to squeal with delight, culminating in a screaming orgasm. Charles stopped caressing my clitoris and let my orgasm subside.

“Woman, don’t leave your best work on my fingers. I want your tight little pussy squeezing the juice out of my willie.”

“Not yet, Charles. It’s time for your dessert. I want your tongue to do to me what your finger just did. Have my pussy for dessert. Lick me like I’m an ice cream cone.”

When I asked my Chinese lovers to practice oral sex on me, I always got a look of disgust from them, as if they thought I was dirty there or I tasted bad. Maybe they think oral sex is perverted? Charles wasn’t at all like that. He just dove between my legs as if he was diving into a pool filled with Guinness. His arms wrapped around my thighs and he spread my legs apart. Charles’ tongue parted my lips and I felt his warm, wet tongue slide towards my vagina. Charles tongue stopped just above my vagina and then slowly glided up between my inner lips, stopping just below my clitoris. It was the exact place his finger stopped. The soft, wet feel of Charles’ tongue made me even crazier than his finger.

Charles’ tongue returned to the bottom of my inner lips and then glided upwards again, ever so slightly faster this time. Charles stopped every time short of the tip of my clitoris, raising my desire but stopping short of putting me over the top into orgasm. A tongue is wider than a finger and as it went up between the inner lips, so you feel it along the whole length of the inner lips. A man’s tongue seems gives acres of satisfaction more than a finger. I felt that exquisite softness in greater and greater waves as Charles started to lick faster and faster. Charles was good at this. I didn’t need to teach him a thing.

I squealed with delight as I felt another orgasm build. Charles took this as his signal to start licking the tip of my clitoris. That put me over the top and my squeals of delight turned to a high-pitched shriek. I had an exquisite release of my passion in another explosive orgasm.

When I came down to earth, Charles had his willie in his hand and was starting to put it in me. I must have been gloriously wet. Normally, I am tight after coming but Charles entered without any effort. Charles penetrated the first few centimeters without effort. I could feel Charles as I never felt him before. Charles began to withdraw as if he wanted to play at the entrance of my vagina.

“No Charles. I don’t want to play. I want all of you NOW. Give me all of your willie and then fuck me hard and strong.”

To emphasize my desire for willie, I brought up my legs and started to force Charles in with my feet on his bum. Charles entered me completely in one long, smooth stroke, taking his time despite my urging him on. It was an exquisite feeling, being filled up without ceasing, the feeling building and building relentlessly. I was still excited from Charles eating me that I had an orgasm before Charles was completely inside. I was afraid that all my twitching and contracting would make Charles come. There was no need to be afraid. When I finally ceased my orgasm, Charles was buried completely inside. The man had learned control.

Now Charles began his rhythmic withdrawals and then returned. It was bizarre. No sooner had my orgasm ended than it began to build again with each of Charles’ strokes. Charles’ had prepared me so well with his tongue that that I couldn’t stop coming. The tension built higher and higher as Charles willie went faster and faster in and out. Finally I snapped and started to scream and scream, in what language I don’t know. All I know is that I thought I would die, or explode from the intensity of the orgasm. I only stopped after Charles had come himself and his willie softened.

“Charles, you looked like you enjoyed yourself so much. You’re really an expert the way you do it. Why didn’t you ask? Why haven’t you pleasured me before this way? That was so good!”.

“Susan, I thought that Chinese women didn’t like oral sex and that’s why I never asked.”

“No, Chinese woman have the same sexual response as any woman. We respond to a tender, loving man, no matter what he does. But I thought that the English didn’t like oral sex and that’s why I never asked.”

“No, my darling. The French like to think they have a monopoly on oral sex but that’s not true. All men like oral sex, no matter where they’re from. It’s so intimate. And any man would want to eat a woman like you, especially if he found out what a tasty dish you have between your legs. Did you know that your muffie tastes much better than a white woman’s muffie?”

So that’s why white guys develop a “taste” for yellow women. Not only do we fuck better but we actually taste better during oral sex. Here I thought I was teaching Charles all about sex but he taught me something last night. Mei-Ling, the next time a white woman shows you any disrespect, just smile and relish the thought that your muffie tastes better than hers.

My vacation, as you can see, is taken up entirely with restoring Charles to his full sexual potential. I consider it just an extension of the therapy that we began two months ago. I suppose that I should be happy that he has such confidence that I was afraid that he would leave me for a groupie with the three Japanese women.

I will have you even more to tell when I return. I hope that Paul is taking care of your needs as well as Charles is taking care of mine this week.

Your orally satisfied friend

Sui-Beng

I turned off the computer. I thought about Charles discovering the exquisite taste of a yellow woman. I never told Melinda how good she tasted. Somehow, tonight would be the night that I corrected that oversight.

A groan escaped his lips over her little game. He wanted so badly to pick her up and plow into her tight body the way he”d done last time they”d met. Unwilling to repeat his performance after learning just how cruel she could be, he relaxed and let her work at her own pace.

Toni reached down and slowly lifted her skirt. First the lacey stocking tops came into view, only hardening him to a painful state. She was licking her lips, sticking her tongue slightly through the full, sensual enticers, making him wish they were headed for his straining shaft. Slowly lifting it further, he expected the sight of her revealing white silk panties but instead was greeted to the vision of her bald pussy, enhanced with its own private landing strip. The sight informed him he hadn”t experienced pain yet.

With her skirt hiked up, exposing her playground, she returned her finger to her mouth and began toying the tip between her lips. Her tongue darted from its protective encasement to wet the lucky digit, dancing circles around it. Pushing it into her mouth, she sucked gently, simulating the action Ron only dreamed of experiencing. Once sure she”d done enough damage, she slowly lowered the moistened didgit to her thin, pubic guide, leading to her pleasure center.

Ron couldn”t believe how sexy this woman could be. Every time he thought he”d seen her best, she outdid herself, pressing his imagination to an even higher level. You couldn”t have recreated this scene even if it were being filmed. The steam and tension were something you just had to feel.

Toni found her sensitive clit peaking from beneath its protective hood. She was easily as excited as he was, but refused to give in and just fuck him. She wanted him to think of her every time he boarded a plane. She was insuring he”d never forget. Running her fingernail lightly over the swollen nub, she lay her head back, closing her eyes. Her lips slightly, parted she was giving him the ultimate show. Electricity shot through her cunt with each pass of her finger over her pulsing clit. Rubbing up and down the length of the slit, she dipped her finger between the clean-shaven folds to re-moisten her pleasuring tool. Wet from her juices, she continued her toying, circling, and caressing of her clit.

Pleasuring herself in front of someone was really turning her on. The feeling was addicting, having this kind of power. The knowledge she could drive a perfectly controlled man to the point of madness spurred her endeavors even more. Toni took one of her breasts in her other hand and began massaging it while playing with her nipple. She”d pull on it, making it grow obscenely long. She was giving Ron a look at pure sensuality in motion. The added stimulation caused her to moan in delight.

“Oh yes… Mmmmm… so nice.” She had now lost herself in the moment. Temporarily, she”d forgotten about Ron, the crew, and her surroundings. Her intentions were strictly selfish. “Oh, mmmmm…. Yes oh yes.”

As she started rubbing faster and faster over her clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure she could feel her climax fast in approaching. Methodically, she kept her persistent stimulation working her clit into a hardened throbbing center of pleasure. It pulsed and spasmed with every touch. Pulling her nipple hard she drove her fingers into her hole, pressing hard against her throbbing clit with her palm. She was cumming.

“Oh God! Yes! Yes! YES!” She was trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. The sight she was presenting him was a first for any man. Even her husband hadn”t seen her like this. “Oh God I can”t stand it. It feels soooo… good.”

Toni continued to play gently with her nipple as she kept her fingers buried deep inside her. She was riding out every last spasm of pleasure. Once the intensity of her climax subsided, she withdrew her fingers from her sopping hole and lifted them up, giving him a look at how wet they were. Looking into his eyes, she moved her fingers to his lips to allow him his first taste of her sweet nectar. She pushed them into his mouth, letting him suck them clean. It was extremely sensual the way he made sure he”d cleaned every trace of her juices from her slender fingers.

Toni needing more and wanting to satisfy his aching needs, removed herself from his lap, repositioning herself straddling him. Still sitting back to allow her access, she unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. Pulling them open, she reached into his pants and freed his throbbing member. The massive pole was so hard his veins were pulsing its length, giving it an angry appearance. The mushroom head with its large slit was being coated with a clear fluid spitting from the tip. Needing relief now, he couldn”t have been happier when Toni lifted up and positioned her pussy over his cock.

She started lowering herself slowly until she felt him making contact with her swollen lips. Reaching between them, she took his shaft and began rubbing the head between her smooth folds, lubricating him for its pending entry. She”d done this last time when she”d driven him crazy with lust. Once sure she was ready, she positioned the head at her opening and began pushing down.

Ron”s recollection of her tight pussy had been a total fabrication of his memories. She was even tighter, surpassing his wildest fantasies. It felt as if he”d never gain entry when suddenly the head pushed through the tight opening and slid into her velvet passage, slowly disappearing into the snug channel.

“Holy shit! Damn you”re so tight.” He was still transfixed on her eyes, having never lost contact with the sexy green seducers. Feeling her sink even farther down, letting him slide deeper into her cunt, he now knew exactly why she ruled him. “Oh.. F..f…fuck. You”re killing me baby.”

Toni, with her lust filled expression, had just one goal. She needed to fill herself completely with the massive tool. She wanted to feel what she”d experienced last time when he pushed it deep against her womb, attempting to leave a lasting memento inside its depths. She may rule his world, but this huge cock ruled her pleasure palace. She began riding him, raising and lowering her tight snatch, attempting to drive more of his cock into her with every movement of her hips. She was fucking the two of them into a heightened state of ecstasy. Toni continued this motion, finally fulfilling her goal. She felt his head press against her sensitive cervix, letting her know he”d claimed his rightful position once again. With him buried inside her caressing cavern, she began rocking her hips to and fro, using her womb to stimulate his head. The pleasurable sensation caused his cock to throb with every movement, spilling his seed against her sacred opening. The incredible feeling was to die for.

Having been teased all night by the sight of her awesome tits, he just had to feel them again. Taking them into his hands, he began massaging and playing with the firm globes, refreshing his recollections of how firm and soft they were. The feel of her erect nipples pressing into his palms, separated only by the nylon thin material of her top, added an additional erotic feel to the perfectly shaped natural wonders. They were definitely two of the best features she possessed.

Toni had been riding him for a good ten minutes, driving him towards his much earned release. The excitement of the flight, the massive pole stretching her insides, along with her earlier orgasm, were all guiding her in the same direction. Sensing he was getting close, she picked up the intensity of her movements, spurring the two of them towards their just reward. She closed her eyes and lay her head back, letting her long silky hair fall freely down her back, resting atop her ass. The sight of the woman riding for all she was worth was priceless. You couldn”t have commissioned something this great. Parting her lips, she began encouraging him towards his goal.

“Yes baby… Give it to me. Let me feel you cum.” Toni had slipped back into that grey area between fantasy and reality. She”d discovered this place the last time the two of them screwed themselves into exhaustion. “Unnnn… Oh God yes fuck me. Fuck me. Do it baby.”

She”d done it again: losing her innocence and properisms exactly at the appropriate time. She”d crossed from being a lady into being a slut, needing to feel the both of them reaching the pinnacle of sexual fulfillment. As she ground her depths over his swelling cock, he felt his balls start drawing up, ready to release their load into this sexy goddess. Letting go of her tits, he took her hips and pulled her tightly onto his cock, making sure he was at the deepest penetration. With a grunt of completion he began to empty into her womb.

“Oh fuck yeah! Unnn… Unnnn… Oh SHIT!” His release never felt so good. Every pulse, every blast, was delivering his genetic profile into the willing receptacle of this beautiful woman. “Oh yeah baby! You”re so hot!”

Toni, feeling his delivery confirming what he”d started the other night, lost her battle to maintain control and started convulsing around his shaft. Her pussy clinched and massaged the wonderful tool accepting its delivery of the seed she needed to create life. This was the confirmation she’d been seeking. The intense pleasure, the eroticism, her need, it hadn”t been her imagination at all. It was real.

This climax wasn”t anything like the others. She didn”t feel the need to scream out or thrash about in an attempt to enhance her pleasure. This one was the ultimate fulfillment. She was being inseminated by a man she was fast deciding had been placed on this earth solely for her pleasure and to continue her line of perfection. Enjoying this new feeling, she lowered her lips to his and began to gently kiss and probe his mouth with her talented tongue as she felt him continuing to pulse deep inside her womb. She passionately kissed him, pressing firm yet ever so softly against his lips while tenderly working her tongue in a ballet of gentle caress. It was breath-taking. She continued her massage of his lips until she was sure he”d finished emptying into her depths.

Sitting back upright with his deflating cock still semi hard inside her satisfied pussy, she sheepishly looked into his eyes and asked.

“Does this mean I”m an official member of the mile high club?”

With a smile stretching ear to ear, he touched her face, with the realization she could never lose her innocence. It had only been temporarily hidden, replaced with an intense passion. Gently laughing in response to her question, he assured her, “Yes, baby… I guess this does.” He pulled her to him, hugging her tightly. How was he gonna live without her? His world just wouldn”t be the same. He”d never survive.

With her head laying against his chest he recognized the lights of Las Vegas coming into view. She”d timed her tryst perfectly, just as she did everything. What an amazing woman.

***

They felt the gravitational pull of the plane landing and quickly arranged themselves in an appropriate manner. Toni quickly ran to the bathroom to retrieve her panties and coat. She may be daring and a little on the wild side when it came to sex, but otherwise she was every bit the lady everyone knew her to be. Covered once again with her coat hiding her revealing outfit, she readied herself to disembark.

The cabin door opened to the lights and sounds of the city that never sleeps. What an exciting place for two people bent on having a great time to spend a weekend. The spectacular shows, the delectable food, the sounds and atmosphere of the casinos, one could easily spend more time than a weekend just enjoying those pleasures alone. Toss in a beautiful woman such as Toni and not even a year would be enough time together.

They were greeted by the limo driver from The Mirage Hotel and Casino. Helping the two of them into the car, he enquired as to their pleasure.

“Should we go straight to the Mirage, or may I interest you in taking a small tour of our exciting city?”

“What do you think, baby?” Ron was holding Toni tight as she surveyed the surroundings. She”d never been to Vegas before and felt somewhat of a cultural shock. She”d thought she”d seen about everything when she moved to Dallas, but seeing all this she knew she”d lived a sheltered life.

Squeezing his arm tightly, she responded gleefully, “Yes! I want to see everything!” She laid her head against his shoulder, letting him know he was doing well taking her somewhere this exciting. “I”ve never been here before. I”ve always been told to steer clear of the place but I don”t see anything like the sort of place they”ve described. It”s all so beautiful.”

“You heard the lady, let”s go.” Ron smiled to himself at the genuine excitement exhibited from his lovely escort. There was such a child like curiosity in everything she did. It never seemed to bother her everyone was caught up in a rat race running in circles, cool under pressure, she took each new experience, enjoying and exploring every one of them. Exhilarating is the best way of describing how she made you feel. How wonderful to know someone still lived with the heir of innocence and purity in a world caught up in the me generation.

The driver sped the two of them through the streets of the neon city, pointing out the many different sights and historical references. Ron had seen it all before, but Toni couldn”t get enough. She was transfixed by all the glitz and glamour the nights in Vegas present, unsure of how to digest everything. She pointed and exclaimed excitedly at the many different neon presentations and people crowding the strip. It felt as if she were living a dream. The tour took around forty five minutes with their final destination being the pre-designated hostings of the Mirage Hotel and Casino. Pulling to the entrance, the doorman met the limo, escorting the two of them into the lobby and to their room.

It felt as if the elevator would never stop. Standing beside the handsome gentleman responsible for her exciting adventurous evening of fun, she held his arm tightly in expectation of the door”s opening. When it did finally stop, it opened to lush, very high class surroundings equal to his style of living. She stood, turning completely around, unsure if this was their room or some museum. She put her hands to her mouth, covering it as she stood wide eyed in total disbelief.

“Oh my God! It”s beautiful!” She began moving around the room trying in vane to take it all in. She”d been unaware there were rooms anywhere neer the caliber of this. Shaking her head, smiling her pretty smile, she ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. Squeezing him tightly, she placed her lips to his ear and whispered softly, “Thank you for everything. The flight, the dinner, and now this, you”re so wonderful.”

He held her to him unwilling to give her up. He”d never experienced anything quite this perfect. Every other woman he”d dated acted as if he owed them something, but she wasn”t anything of the sort. She appreciated each and every little thing he did..

“Shhh… Shhh… That”s ok baby. You”re worth every bit of this and more.” He could feel her tears against his face as she nuzzled close to him. He didn”t dare look at her in this condition. If her tears were anything the size of the beautiful eyes crying them, they”d easily break his heart. Instead he chose to hold her tightly, allowing her to take all the time she needed and be thankful she was here with him. “That”s ok…That”s ok… Shhh… I”d gladly do every bit of this again just knowing it was for you.”

Toni dabbed her eyes in an attempt to hide she”d been crying. Still in his arms, she leaned back, and using those stunning eyes informed him of her wishes.

“Is it to late for me to change so we can go downstairs?” Asking this, she suddenly lowered her head in embarrassment. In all her excitement, she”d forgotten to consider his wants and needs, thinking only of hers. Tilting her eyes upward, she sheepishly amended her request. “Oh, I”m so sorry. You”re probably tired from working all day. We can do this tomorrow if you”d like.”

He couldn”t help himself and started laughing. Work? Hell, he”d been awaiting her arrival pacing nervously since six o”clock this morning. Unsure she was actually going to honor their arrangement, the first relief he experienced was when he saw her standing in the ballroom. Gaining his composure he agreed. “No, no… Anything you want. You go get changed and I”ll meet you right here.” He couldn”t wait to be seen on the town with such an awesome beauty. Moving to the sofa, he took a seat and turned on the television. This would give him a chance to relax before going out and allow him some recuperation time after thoroughly being drained by the sex kitten on the plane.

Toni entered the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Though they”d just had passionate sex, she still had complete modesty when out of the throws of passion. Making her way into the bathroom, she caught sight of an amazing layout with a massive tub large enough for four, positioned in front of a panoramic window. Curious of the view, she stepped into the empty tub, pressing her face to the glass. The sight was breathtaking. The entire city lay before her in all its neon splendor. Caught off guard by the many themes and designs the different casino resorts portrayed, she stared wide eyed in utter amazement.

“Ohhh… Ohhhh my… How perfect.” She”d always enjoyed the view eating in the reunion tower of Dallas, but this made it pale in comparison. “Oh man… How cool!”

Hurrying out of the tub, she began pulling off her coat and clothes, wanting desperately to become a part of the excitement she saw happening below. Stripping her tiny skirt and see-through top from her body, she rushed into the bedroom, finding her bags had been delivered while they toured the city. A smile spread across her face to the realization that she was being pampered, made to feel like she was someone special. Reveling in the thought, she carefully chose her outfit befitting the night”s itinerary, assuring she”d have a great time.

She sat on the edge of the bed and began removing her stockings and heels. Still wearing the sexy panties which she”d teased Ron with back at the house, she swiftly pulled them off leaving her a bare canvas ready for its next masterpiece. She looked over the things she”d packed, unsure of what to wear beneath the outfit she”d chosen. In a hurry to join the fun, she settled on a thin lacey front hook bra with the cups cut low, revealing the swells of her firm breasts. Slipping it on, she hooked the clasp and adjusted the cups to cradle the incredibly firm globes pulling them together to create her desirably sexy cleavage. The white lace stood out in a major contrast to her bronzed skin, making it appear even darker than it was.

Slipping on the matching g-string panties sporting a tiny triangle of lace, ribbon thin sides, and nothing more than a T-intersection back, she smiled realizing how revealing they actually were. A tinge of embarrassment crept into her cheeks, causing her to feel flushed. They were designed to allow the maximum amount of exposure while supplying the minimal amount of protection. Pulling them up her legs, she guided the delicate fabric to its envious resting place, covering her palace of pleasure. She took the ribbons imitating the sides and pulled them high to reveal her wonderful hips, causing the narrow strip of fabric up the back to slide between the firm cheeks of her ass, leaving it completely exposed. Tugging gently on the lacy front, she smoothed and adjusted the lucky covering, hiding her sexy thin strip of dark hair and insuring the small piece of material between her legs covered its intended target.

Stepping in front of the mirror, she admired how sexy the lacey white lingerie made her look and feel. Placing her hands behind her head she fluffed her hair while turning side to side, inspecting her body, posing in the soft sensual coverings. Smiling approvingly at what she saw, she turned away to finish getting ready.

She”d chosen a denim dress which buttoned up the front, allowing her to adjust the amount of skin she chose to expose. Slipping her arms through the sleeveless openings, she wrapped it around her and fastened it, leaving the bottom two and top three buttons undone. This left a good six inches of thigh showing along with a substantial, yet graceful, amount of cleavage. Removing the belt she”d chosen as an accessory, she positioned it around her tiny waist, cinching it tightly to give the outfit an alluring, form fitting appearance. Slipping on a pair of comfortable sandals with a modest two inch heel, she”d completed her outfit and only needed to brush her long dark hair and touch up her makeup. An easy task for someone blessed with natural beauty, she was finished in no time. It had taken her just twenty minutes.

She prepared to re-enter the living room with the familiar dance of nervous butterflies in her stomach. Why did he have this sort of effect on her? This was something she most definitely was unaccustomed to experiencing. Usually it was she passing out the nervous heart attacks instead of receiving them. Opening the door, she took a deep breath in hopes he”d like what she”d worn.

Hearing the bedroom door open, he stood quickly and turned to face the approaching beauty. He shook his head side to side while drinking in her exquisite magnificence. She looked stunning as usual. Would you have expected anything less? Fixing his eyes on hers, he praised her on her captivating appearance.

“Oh my little lady… How do you do it?” He smiled approvingly, knowing she could do no wrong. Built the way she was and adorned with such beauty, it would be hard to screw it up. “I”m not sure if I”m dressed appropriately to escort such a beautiful lady. Maybe I should go change. I don”t want to look so conspicuous. ”

Tilting her head downward with her girlish embarrassment, she cut those huge green eyes upward and smiled to him.

“Thank you… you look just fine.” Moving to him, she took his arm and turned towards the elevator. “Come on. Let”s go have some fun”

Laughing as she tugged persistently coaxing him along, she reminded him of himself when he”d get a new toy. Patience wasn”t a virtue either of them possessed. They both enjoyed getting their way, and often. Obliging her request, he followed her into the elevator for a night of fun on the town.

The doors to the lobby opened to the sounds and excitement of the casino. So much going on, such noise, so many people, how could there possibly be any order to this mayhem. Amazingly though, she noticed it actually ran quite smoothly. She was being introduced to gambling and drinking, an ageless combination which this town had perfected into an art. Liking the thrill she was receiving she talked Ron into letting her play some of the games. Finding the cashier, he made his exchange, returning with a large tray of dollars and handed them to her.

“What is this?” She truly didn”t know. She”d never been here and was unaware how much the slot machines took.

“They”re for you. I thought you wanted to play the machines. Didn”t you?” Her comment had him confused. He was sure he”d heard her correctly. “You did want to play, didn”t you?”

Handing him back the tray she turned and led him to what she meant. Stopping in front of the machines accepting only nickels she pointed and explained.

“No silly… I meant these.” She floored him with the unselfish action. “I just need some nickels. I”m not putting a dollar into these bandits, that”s a waste of money.”

Smiling at her revelation he returned the tray exchanging it for a bucket of nickels. The two of them sat and played for an hour laughing and talking about everything under the sun. During this time he noticed she kept putting aside a portion of the winnings so he decided to inquire as to why. Giving him her you mean you don”t know look, she explained her logic.

“This is the pile of nickels which I started out with.” She was actually serious having thought this all out very carefully. “If I keep doing this, I”ll be able to leave with at least what I started with. That way, I break even and still have a great time.”

He shook his head in disbelief. Here he was one of the richest men in the country and she was worried about breaking even over ten dollars worth of nickels. She was priceless. Grinning ear to ear, he looked at her expression as she explained herself. He was having allot of fun watching something so perfect exhibiting such logic while having a good time. Trying his best not to embarrass her, he chose his words carefully.

“That”s ok… I”m pretty sure we won”t be needing those nickels in particular. Go ahead and enjoy yourself.”

He watched as her face turn a soft shade of red. He”d embarrassed her even though he”d tried not to. Reaching up she started nervously playing with her hair, twirling it with her fingers. Looking down, she covered her eyes with her other hand and spoke softly.

“You must think I”m an idiot.” She couldn”t imagine how foolish she must have sounded having not realized the entire bucket only contained ten dollars. “I”m so embarrassed.”

Laughing at her innocent remark, he tried not to offend her. He stood up and moved behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her tightly assuring her she was most definitely not foolish. If anything, her sense of caring, thriftiness, and thoughtful calculation were all assets, not flaws. Nuzzling her ear through her beautiful hair, he whispered into it softly.

“You”re priceless.”

Returning to their room a little after three, they dressed and readied themselves for bed. Tired from such an eventful day, they lay holding each other and drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day for the two of them to enjoy, fulfilling twenty four of the remaining sixty two hours left in their arrangement.

***

Toni awoke to the smell of hot coffee and sweet Danish rolls. Looking to where Ron had been when the two of them fell asleep, she found him missing. Turning to the bedside table, the clock had the bright red image of three fifteen glowing on its face. That made two Saturdays in a row she”d slept late both of them due to an evening spent with Ron. This was getting to be a habit.

Rising, she put her robe on over her gown and snuck quietly into the living room, looking for her absent partner. She found him lounging on the couch listening to the stereo and reading the business section of the morning paper. Slipping quietly up behind him, she bent down and gently kissed his neck. Inhaling his cologne, she sighed her approval.

“Mmmmm… nice.” She loved the smell of Chante”, an expensive yet subtle men”s cologne. “Mmm… I love the way your cologne smells. It”s so nice.”

With the feel of her soft lips against his neck and the warmth of her breath in his ear as she softly spoke, he couldn”t help but wonder how he”d been so lucky as to end up with this beautiful creature. If not for forever, at least he had the pleasure of her company for now. Hopefully by the end of their arrangement she”d choose forever. Reaching up behind him, he put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her forward, flipping her over the back of the couch and onto his lap. Unaware he was about to do this, Toni let out a scream.

“Noooo! Oh God!” She felt as if she were going to fall. She should have known better, he”d never let anything bad happen to her. “Oh my God… You scared the life out of me!”

He laughed at her frightened state as she hit him on the chest and scolded him for doing this to her.

“Don”t do that again!” She had those huge green eyes fixed on his, letting him know she”d been frightened. “You scared m—”

He started tickling her torturing her as she squirmed trying to get free. At a disadvantage lying across his lap, she had nowhere to go. She squealed and screamed as she laughed uncontrollably begging him to stop. He totally ignored her continuing to torture her.

“Do what? Don”t frighten you?” He wasn”t letting up. He had her and she was in trouble. “How about this, can I do this instead?”

He laughed as she tried in vain to make her escape. The realization she was trapped started her mind working overtime as she pulled out every ploy stored in her mental resources attempting to make him stop. Grabbing at his rapidly moving hands as she squirmed and laughed, she began begging and giving her excuses why he should.

“No! No! Pleeeease…. Pleeeease stop!” She could hardly speak for laughing. Giving her best shot at reasoning she tried to talk him into letting her go. “Wait… Wait… Stop for just a minute. I need to get something.”

Stopping momentarily, he inquired her request.

“So what do you need to get?” He knew she was only stalling. “Well… speak up or I”ll have to start again.”

Holding his hands she thought quickly. Using the best defense she possessed, she raised up, planting one hell of a hot kiss on him. That did it. He forgot all about teasing and tickling her as she kissed him deep and long.

Temporarily distracting him with her kiss, she Gently slid her legs off the couch, placing her feet onto the floor. Without any sort of warning, she pushed hard against his chest, breaking their kiss and quickly stood to her feet. Running towards the bedroom, she heard him hot on her heels, laughing and threatening her.

“You better run! When I catch you, you”re in big trouble.”

She was screaming and laughing as she fled into the bedroom and ran into the bathroom. Slamming and locking the door, she yelled to him through the barrier separating them, “Ron, you stop this, this instant!” She couldn”t stop laughing as he began doing his best to talk her out.

“Ummm… pretty lady? May I use the bathroom?” He knew his ploy wasn”t going to work, but was having a great time playing with her. “I”ve got something I need to show you.”

“Un huh… I”ll bet you do.” She”d stopped laughing and was trying hard to sound serious. “I think I”ve already seen it and guess what? It”s not getting any.”

“Ok…. Ok…. You win. I”m going.” He walked to the bedroom door and closed it, acting as if he”d left. Tiptoeing back to the closet, he hid behind the opened door, waiting for her to come out.

Toni waited listening for any sign he was still there. After five minutes of nothing, she unlocked the door opening it cautiously. Peaking through the doorway, she looked around and not seeing him proceeded into the bedroom and towards the door he”d closed. When he saw she was far enough away she couldn”t run back and hide, he bolted from his hiding place and was on her before she could react.

She screamed, laughing and kicking as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Falling to the mattress still holding her, he pinned her arms over her head while straddling her waist. Holding both her hands with one of his he bent down and slid his hand into her robe, cupping one of her soft breasts. With a sly grin he started to query her as to what she”d said but was cut short.

“Ron… What do you think you’re doing?” She was desperately attempting to keep from laughing in her attempt to sound serious. “I don’t recall giving anyone permission to touch those.”

“”Oh… Oh… Yeah that”s right. I believe your words were, it’s not getting any.” He removed his hand from her robe and began untying the belt keeping it closed. Staring intently into her eyes he pulled it free, lifted up enough to manipulate the garment, and pulled open her robe. Looking at her body clad in the sensual silken gown, he returned his attention to her pretty face. “From the looks of something pressing through your gown, I”d say something wanted some attention.”

She”d been found out. The excitement, coupled with the previous night”s events, had her body ready for his touch. She sheepishly lowered her head, slowly looking up with a flush at the way her body was giving away her excitement. She couldn”t help but wonder, thinking to herself, “God… He”s gonna think I”m a slut puppy.”

Ron bent down and started kissing her neck, toying and teasing her, building her need slowly and methodically. He used soft kisses and gentle sucking motions, sending shivers through her body. Moving his hips further down her body, he started working his kisses lower, lingering at every spot he made contact with. Toni had her head back and eyes closed, having stopped struggling, inviting the welcomed assault. It felt—too good—to resist. When his tongue started toying with her nipple through her gown, she let out a gasp of approval.

“Ohhhh… Mmmmm…” The sensation was powerful, leaving her longing for more of this awesome feeling. “Mmmmm… Oh yesss.”

Hearing her moans of pleasure, he continued on with the torturously slow exploration. He was in no hurry. Wishing to take his time, savoring every inch of her wonderful body, he lifted up and repositioned himself at her feet, lying between her parted thighs. He began pulling up on her gown till it reached her waist, allowing him a view of his projected goal. Above her tiny silk panties, he again reveled in the sight of her flat, tanned tummy he”d seen only one week earlier. Needing to feel the softness of her skin on his lips, he resumed kissing and teasing her, taking his time and enjoying her incredible body. Slowly he planted little kisses all over her stomach, causing her to stiffen as he darted his tongue into the crevice of her tiny belly button. She squirmed under the sensation. Tickling, yet pleasurable, she didn”t know whether to stop him or encourage him to continue. When his lips reached the edge of her miniscule thong, her mind was made up for her. She started the rhythmic motion of her hips, tilting them slightly, inviting his continued pleasuring. It felt incredible.

“Ohhhh…. Yesss…” Toni was captive to his talented tongue. She was in need of the feeling she knew was coming. “Mmmmm… Please don”t tease me.”

Ignoring her pleas, he continued to kiss every inch of her tummy, following the outline of her panties. First he moved the entire upper edge of the delicate covering and then followed the outline of the small triangle down each side, stopping just shy of the place she longed him to satisfy. He was savoring the delicate softness of her skin on his lips. With every pass of his tongue juggling between her skin and the silken fabric he drove the temperature in the room steadily higher. Toni was going insane for the feel of his embrace on her aching loins.

Anxious to devour more of the sweet nectar she”d given him a sample of while on the plane, he licked the exposed skin of her inner thigh, only a kiss away from her wonderful pleasure palace. Though he wanted to make this last forever, the sight of her hips moving in unison to his kisses, coupled with the anticipation of drinking in her body, was more than he could take. Placing his lips onto the thin gusset of her panties, he began kissing upward, making sure to cover every inch of her thinly veiled mound with long, pressing kisses. Sucking in gently with every one, he continued to drive her mad. When she”d decided she couldn”t take any more and tried to pull his face against her with her hands, he stopped her, confining her hands with his. She”d driven him crazy while on the plane and now it was his turn. Mocking her earlier actions, he lifted momentarily from his enjoyment and cautioned her, “No, no… it”s my turn now.”

He continued holding her hands motionless as he returned to building her pleasure. Toni couldn”t deal with the mounting tension as he reached her clit still covered by her little thong and began sucking on it through the silky material. Her body shivered with the contact of her sensitive nub. Not only was she enjoying the feel of his sucking on her throbbing clit, but the sensation of the silk rubbing against her pussy was stimulating her to an even higher plateau. She cried out in the anguish of her pleasure.

“Oh God please!” her breath was coming in short, deep gasps, nearly causing her to hyperventilate. The torture was beyond pleasure. With every little suck, she felt her body spasm in pleasure. “Oh God… No… No…. Please!”

She needed to feel his tongue against her aching pussy. She begged him to satisfy her and stop teasing her. In dire need of her also, he obliged her request and pulled her panties aside letting the cool air in the room caressingly pass across her exposed mound. Combined with his sucking leaving her wet and her own juices responding to the intense pleasure it sent a shiver through her body knowing she was about to be satisfied. When her swollen clit finally came into contact with his mouth, Toni let out a gasp of approval.

“Yes! Oh God Yes!”

Ron pulled her clit between his lips and began sucking it like a man possessed. Letting go of her hands, he took her thighs and buried his face into his prize. The taste he”d had earlier paled in comparison to the feast he was enjoying. Sweet nectar flowed from her opening, filling his mouth with its wonderful flavor. The taste was incomparable. Darting his tongue into her passage, he alternated between her throbbing clit and her pulsing slit. He couldn”t get enough of her, trying to devour her entirely. The clean-shaven skin of her engorged pussy lips was softer and smoother than anything he”d ever felt. It was like heaven. With one goal and one goal only, he drove her quickly to her much needed release. Locking onto her clit and sucking steadily harder, he felt her tense up, arch her back, and start cumming.

Toni lifted her hips up, driving them into his face. Grabbing his head, she held him tightly as the spasms started violently shooting through her pussy. She threw her head back screaming her release.

“Ahhhhh…. Ohhhh… GOD! YES! YES!” She was almost suffocating him as she rode the climactic roller coaster to pinnacle after pinnacle of pleasure. She”d never experienced an orgasm this draining. With every pulse, she felt something leave her body. “Gooooodddd… Ohhhhh God! No more! Please! I CAN”T TAKE THIS! AHHHHH!!!”

The pulsing pleasure seemed as if it would never end. With every pass of his tongue, suck from his lips and dart of his tongue into her depths, another wave of spasms would engulf her keeping her high in the throws of ecstasy. It felt as if he were draining the very life from her body as exhaustion began setting in from the intensity of her climax.

Feeling her body going limp from the thorough workout her climax had given her, he slowly let up his sucking but continued to gently kiss her still throbbing clit. Admonishing the intensity of her orgasm, he ever so lightly began running his tongue up her sensitive mound and between her thighs attempting to clean the juices that had flown freely from her passage trickling down her inner thighs during her climax. Unwilling to waste even the tiniest amount of the delectable nectar, he took his time tasting every drop while savoring the feel of her silky smooth pussy against his tongue. There was nothing to compare the wonderful nourishment he”d been drinking leaving him to long for the next time he could repeat this fulfilling endeavor. Satisfied he”d gotten every drop and cleaned every crevice, he replaced the protective strip of fabric back over her pussy and began kissing his way slowly back up her body. Reaching her face, he inquired her feelings.

“How was that? Feel better now?” He had a Cheshire cat grin across his face. He needed no reply; the look on her face said it all.

“Oh God… That was incredible.” Toni pulled him down atop her, pulling his face to hers. Pressing her lips to his she slowly parted them with her tongue giving her a taste of the very flavor he”d so greedily been devouring. The new sensation of tasting her own juices did nothing to hamper the moment; instead it sort of sent an additional thrill racing through her as she experienced another first in a long list of many. Trying to thoroughly thank him she kissed him long and passionately. Sure she”d shown her gratitude, she broke the kiss and closed her eyes as she laid her head back on the pillow. “Oh My… I”m so exhausted.”

He got off the bed, leaving her to recuperate from the intense workout she”d just experienced. Returning to the living room where this little escapade had originated an hour earlier, he once again took a seat on the couch and resumed reading his paper.

Scanning the entertainment section, he searched the advertisements for the local reviews and dinner engagements. He was searching for something the two of them could enjoy later that evening. This being Vegas, the choices were endless. Having let her rest for a good fifteen minutes, he called out to her begging her to accompany him on the couch to help him decide the evening”s entertainment.

She climbed off the bed to a pair of wobbly legs. The intensity of her climax had been far more strenuous than she”d imagined. Slowly making her way to join him on the sofa, she couldn”t believe how wonderfully she”d been satisfied. And they still hadn”t completed twenty-four hours of their arrangement! As they sat discussing the various shows and reviews, they settled on a dinner show playing at the Aladdin.

***

Nearly five o”clock, she had only three hours till show time. Looking through the clothes she”d brought, it suddenly dawned on her: she hadn”t planned on such an extravagant occasion. Returning to the living room, she stood in front of him as she nervously explained her dilemma. She was toying with her hair while looking about. She was embarrassed she”d requested they go to Vegas having not chosen her wardrobe for the many events going on in the extravagant nightlife. Honestly, having never been here she had no way of knowing what to expect. Taking it all in stride, he assured her this wasn”t a problem and she shouldn”t worry her pretty little head. He picked up the phone and called the lobby asking for the Concierge. Informing Him of his wishes he filled him in on the details.

“Mr. Roberts? I need to purchase a dress for my beautiful lady.” His request was more of a demand wishing to appease the worried beauty of her dilemma. “Could you have them hurry? We”re attending a show tonight and it starts at eight o”clock. She”ll still need time to get ready when she returns. Is that a problem?”

“No Sir… There”s no problem at all.” He was there to satisfy the needs and requests of the wealthy clients housed in the Hotel . “I”ll send Miss Stacy right up and have her take Miss Toni shopping for a dress.”.

“Thank you very much… We”ll see her in a minute. Bye.”

Ron hung up the phone and turned his attention back to the worried little lady before him. Being a regular and one of the more powerful and wealthy clients of the hotel, he”d been assured they would solve her problems and cater to her every need. Smiling knowingly he”d eased her mind he assured her all was taken care of.

“See? No problem at all.” He smiled knowing he”d set her at ease. “You”d better run along and get dressed. Stacy will be here any minute to get you.”

Panicking, she hadn”t the time she felt she needed to ready herself, she ran into the bedroom to throw on something to make her presentable. Quickly touching up her makeup, she pulled on a simple skirt, adorned a pullover blouse and slipped on her sandals from last night. Inspecting her hair and dabbing a hint of perfume, she exited the bedroom just in time to catch the elevator doors opening.

Stacy, her escort, had arrived. Smiling at the pretty young lady who’d disembarked, they made their acquaintances, exchanging small talk as they discussed the possibilities awaiting them. As Stacy spoke, Toni couldn”t help but notice how pretty the petite young blonde was.

Stacy was barely five three in her heels, leaving her a good ten inches shorter than the stunning woman she was to accompany. Only twenty two years old, she was one of the youngest fashion consultants employed by a major casino and hotel of this stature. She dressed conservatively, with just a hint of a provocative touch, cultivating an all-business image with just a suggestion of something else beneath. Her petite body was all curves and was perfectly proportioned from her medium sized, nicely rounded breasts filling out her thin top, a tiny waist befitting a young lady of her small stature, to proportionate hips to complete her sensual figure. Her tanned legs were firm and toned giving the obvious impression of someone who cared about the shape of her body.

Her face was very pretty with sparkling blue eyes and long blond hair pulled back into a bow, leaving it to rest just below her shoulders. All in all, had she not been in the company of the gorgeous, dark haired beauty, she would easily have been the center of attention. Taking Toni”s hands, she suggested the one thing no one had to talk her into: “Let”s go shopping!”

Stacy watched the light turn on in Toni”s eyes. No different than any other woman who visited this town, all enjoyed visiting the many designer shops and boutiques, getting to try on dresses they”d never purchase due to the extreme expense. Following the young blonde”s lead, she waved goodbye to Ron, who insisted they both have a great time. Disappearing into the elevator, the doors closed, lowering the two pretty women to the lobby. Just before they opened into the lobby, Stacy turned to Toni and exclaimed, “I”m ready to do some shopping, are you?”

Nodding her agreement she smiled as they climbed into the limo ready to take the two of them off to the various designer shops and boutiques in an attempt at finding the perfect outfit for the evening”s engagement. Aware they hadn”t a lot of time, Toni tried on a number of dresses, wowing the saleswomen, who all thought they”d already seen the prettiest of customers for the day. Being Las Vegas, the boutiques they visited all catered to only the wealthiest of women and most attractive of clients. But seeing Toni modeling the many designs, they all shook their heads in disbelief at her awesome beauty. She tried on short revealing dresses, only to be embarrassed at how little they concealed. Mid-calved lengths were more her style, but she felt they had a little too much business appeal to their designs for a night such as tonight. Finally switching to the full length evening gowns, she smiled her approval at what she saw in the mirrors. She felt like a princess about to attend a ball. Trying on a number of different gowns that Stacy had brought for her to model, she found herself torn between two of the many she”d modeled, leaving her unable to decide. Stacy talked her into buying both of the dresses reminding her it was only Saturday night and she could very easily need the other over the next two days for a similar engagement.

Having purchased her dresses, the two sped off to find a pair of heels to accent both the outfits and her stunning legs. If you thought shopping for dresses was difficult, you hadn”t gone shopping for shoes with the leggy doll. Picky as hell, Toni could try on twenty pairs and leave without taking any of them. Lucky for her, they had her favorite store: Nine West. Most of the heels she owned had been found and purchased there. Trying on different types and styles, she finally found what she was looking for and purchased the two pairs, leaving only the lingerie to complete her outfits.

Hurrying to the Victoria”s Secret”s in the Caesars Palace Mall, Stacy led the brunette to the location of the store. This was her favorite type of shopping. She adored the sexy feeling that beautiful lingerie gave her. From the silken fabric caressing her soft skin, to the feel of lace gently stimulating her body with its rough yet soft texture, to the look presented when she adorned the sexually exciting ensembles, every bit of it made her feel excited she was a woman. Stacy would show her an outfit, only to cause a slight flush of embarrassment at having someone other than herself or her lover know what she was wearing beneath her clothing.

“Let”s see how it looks?” the blonde consultant asked as Toni tried on her first piece of lingerie.

Toni quickly gave her an adamant, “No!” Though she knew Stacy”s request was purely innocent, she was somewhat uncomfortable about showing her nearly nude body around other women. “No… No way am I coming out with this on.” Toni was flushed with embarrassment alone, in the privacy of the dressing room. There was no way she could handle an audience. “Let me get dressed and I think we can leave.”

Stacy couldn”t help but laugh over the tall beauty”s discomfort. She herself had no problem showing off when the opportunity arose, very pleased with her own body. Thinking of how Toni”s must look, she didn”t understand why the brunette was so uncomfortable with her figure. She knew of no woman who”d turn down the opportunity to exchange bodies or appearances with the stunning woman. When Toni reappeared from the dressing room, the two made their way to the counter and she purchased the two sets she”d liked the most.

As they exited the store, Toni looked at her watch and began to panic over the time. There was only two hours left until show time. Stacy assured her not to worry and radioed the limo driver to meet them at the entrance. Practically running, the two scrambled into the car as Stacy ordered the driver to hurry her back so her client could get ready for the evening.

The two women exited the elevator to an empty suite. Ron was nowhere to be found. Having no time to worry right then, she hurriedly thanked the young lady, hugging her graciously for all her help. Saying their goodbyes, she scurried into the bathroom to get ready.

She began running the hot water, filling the tub to bathe herself and primp in preperation for the exciting event that awaited her. Adding her favorite lilac scented oil to the water, she waited as the bubbles began to fill the tub, filling the room with its captivating aroma. Once full, she slipped into the tub and disappeared beneath the water as the bubbles on the surface popped noisily, in approval inviting their heavenly guest. Inhaling the soothing fragrance, she let it relax her for the moment before having to enter the bustling world of the Vegas nightlife.

Closing her eyes, she fantasized about living this sort of life style every day. The pampering, lavished surroundings, the jet-set ambience, who wouldn”t enjoy this sort of life? Everything was exactly like she used to dream about when she was a little girl. The difference being that this was reality and she was living the dream.

Toni took the soft sponge and began lathering her body, caressing every portion of the delicate surface of her skin. Lifting her long legs one at a time, she inspected them as they broke the surface of the water, appearing through the bubbles. She felt the baby smooth skin for any flaws, reveling in the knowledge she no longer had to shave them. Having had them waxed so often, they permanently exhibited the desirably smooth, tanned surface that glowed beautifully, giving them their sensuous appeal. As she ran the soft sponge down her long legs to their junction with her body, she couldn”t helpbut take the opportunity to pleasure herself momentarily. Her bare pussy, even softer than her legs, needed no attention other than the stimulation she was giving it. With her head back and eyes closed, she slowly rubbed the soft surface of the sponge over her smooth slit, caressing her clit, forcing it to peak excitedly from its protective hiding place. Between the feel of her stimulation and the wonderful bath, she wished she had more time to enjoy this incredible feeling but without warning, she was snapped back into the present by the sound of her alarm, warning her she was running out of time.

Regretfully, she climbed from the tub to towel off, and dry her long dark tresses. Seated naked in front of the mirror, she began to apply her makeup and fix the beautiful long brunette hair she”d been naturally blessed with. Brushing and styling the dark silky waves, caused them to cascade, flowing and curling perfectly over her tanned shoulders and down her back. Teasing and fluffing every little strand to perfection, she looked over her handiwork, very pleased at the sight before her. Finished for now, she rose from her seat and proceeded into the bedroom to finish getting ready for her night on the town.

She laid the two gowns onto the bed, weighing the look and feel of both. Running short on time, she didn’t possess the luxury of playing dress-up so she made her selection and readied the lingerie she”d chosen as her intimate apparel to accessorize her outfit. The bra and panty set were a lacy red and nearly transparent. Form fitting just as all her lingerie was, this choice wasn”t disappointed, receiving the opportunity to grace such sexy perfection. Lifting the delicate garment, she slipped her arms into the bra, pulling it around and hooking it in the front. She adjusted her breasts under the sheer cups, making sure each one was positioned perfectly as the wispy garment strained to hide her half exposed nipples. The combination of the bright red lace, her beautifully tanned skin, her creamy white breasts protected from the sun”s rays by her tiny bikini, and the dark brown of her areolas surrounding her nipples peaking through the thin fabric, made an awesome sight any man would give his fortune to behold. Sure everything was adjusted to her liking, she continued getting dressed.

Lifting her skimpy g-string panties off the bed, she slipped her feet into the openings and proceeded to pull them up her legs. The extremely small piece of fabric given the responsibility of covering her thin strip of hair and bare pussy lips fought to accomplish its designated goal. She continually pulled and adjusted the lacy covering until only a hint of her trimmed guide was peaking from the edge of her lacy panties. There was so little material designated to accomplish this task, it couldn”t even contain the tiny tan lines left by her skimpy bikini. The sides pulled high, she settled the back into its comfortable location nestled between the firm cheeks of her ass. Her legs, long and tanned, were in no need of a covering, emitting their perfection allowing them to show off from beneath the gown she”d chosen.

Toni removed the sexy four inch red heels with their open back and ankle straps from their box. Bending at the waest, she slipped them onto her slender feet and secured the straps around her delicate ankles. Proceeding back into the bathroom, she inspected the new intimate apparel with a hint of excitement pulsing through her veins. Standing before the full length mirror, she couldn”t help but smile knowingly at the body that drove so many men crazy in an attempt to obtain what wasn”t available to any of them. She”d worked long and hard to maintain this sort of perfection. Happy with what she saw, she returned to the bedroom to adorn her dress.

Stepping into the stunning gown, she pulled it up her frame, slipping her arms into the long sleeves and adjusting it into its rightful position. Reaching behind her, she found the zipper and pulled it up. Returning to the mirror, she admired how good it looked hugging her incredible body. The dress was a long evening gown, bright red in color, form fitting, with a plunging neckline meant to show off some serious cleavage. Stopping just above her bra”s clasp, it molded her breasts to give them the maximum appeal and accent her sexy figure. As if it needed any help. The dress cinched tightly around her tiny waist, showed off how flat and toned her tummy actually was. Venturing down, a slit up the right side revealed more leg than she dared show in her revealing nightgowns. For this reason alone, she couldn”t wear her usual stockings and garter for fear of showing off the lacy tops as she walked. She was going to have to rely on her hot shapely legs tonight, letting them show off how perfect they were adorned in the sexy heels that gave both her legs and ass an added firmness, bringing out their toned appeal.

Making her final adjustments, she heard the elevator door opening in the other room. Checking her watch she found she had only a few minutes left before they”d have to leave for the show. She made her way into the living room to find Ron dressed in a handsome black suit with a bow tie. He was definitely dressed to the nines, ready for an evening on the town. Stopping short of where he stood, she asked his opinion.

“Do I look ok?” She had to be kidding. Ok didn”t cut it and there wasn”t really another word befitting her beauty. Waiting his reply she turned completely around, giving him the full showing.

Ron stood once again shaking his head in disbelief. Every time he saw her she found some way of becoming even more beautiful. Taking her hands in his, he looked into the mesmerizing green eyes which contrasted sharply against the red outfit. Smiling, he gave his approval. “My, my… How many times are you going to out do yourself?” He couldn”t pay her a better complement, there just wasn’t one available. Still in awe, he continued his flattery. “A lot of pretty women are gonna play second fiddle tonight. A beautiful princess is about to grace them with her presence.”

Toni looked down in her typical embarrassed acceptance of the compliment. Never had she felt such admiration for her appearance, leaving her feeling less than worthy. She raised her eyes to meet his. “Thank you. You”re such a sweetheart.”

Kissing him gently, she tried not to leave the imprint of her luscious full red lips on his cheek. Happy she”d pleased him with her choice of evening wear, she followed his lead, placing her arm into his as he led her into the elevator. Riding to the lobby, he inhaled her fragrant perfume, saying, “Mmmmm, you smell great, baby.” The aroma was sweet to the scent, giving her the same aroma she portrayed with her inner beauty. Kissing her cheek gently, he suggested the evening”s itinerary. As the doors opened into the lobby, they proceeded to an evening of fun filled adventure.

“Let”s have some fun!” The two of them smiled at each other in anticipation of what lay in store for the two of them…

To Be Continued…

“Mmmmm… Oh… Unnn… Yes.” Breathing deeply, awesome breasts responding in true fashion, talented pleasure delivering fingernails pinched and caressed the delicate surface of her soft, responsive skin. Squeezing tenderly yet forceful enough stimulating her sexual desires, her head lay back with her eyes tightly closed. “Unn, Oh God… Mmmmm.”

Subconsciously filling the increased need for sexual fulfillment, Toni’s free hand ventured over her flat tummy, traced the narrowly trimmed guide of dark brown hair beneath the bubbles leading to the protective, bare folds of her pussy, sought entry and teased the bashful playmate into playing. The hot water, fragranced oils, pleasurable memories and expertly teasing fingers all added to the eroticism of the moment.

“Oh God… Yes… Unn.” Ever aware, the reality Stacy was within a closed door’s distance of discovering her insatiable need, Toni bit her full lower lip hard, stifling the escaping moans of pleasure. “Unn… AhOhh… Unn… Oh yes.”

Clit swollen under the continual ravishing of determined attackers, her finger slid between the parted folds, found its target, and slipped into the starving passage. Goal accomplished, well… Unnn… maybe not, Toni, denied the pleasurable stretching Ron’s cock so capably delivered, cried out, sinking yet another, vainly attempting to recreate the fulfillment. Her thumb replaced the fing… finger stimulating her cl… clit — “Unnn OH Yes!” — caressing her favorite playmate, rubbing circular motions over the sensitive nub, her probing fingers moved rhythmically in and out of her aching passage.

Stacy or no Stacy, Toni gasped aloud, full breasts rapidly rising and falling, sexual release she would not be denied. The original caress… Unnn… Oh God… stim…stimulation of her engorged nipples still effectively in progress, continued pulling and teasing the erect participants, heightening her level of pleasure to yet an even more desirable, sexually stimulating pla… plateau.

Bathroom and bedroom doors tightly closed, TV blaring loudly, Stacy was unable to detect Toni’s insatiable quest taking place a mere twenty feet away. Just a momentary break, one silent lapse in the noisy upheaval, the secretive side of the prim, proper little Texan would’ve crumbled in an instant. Instead, the sexy brunette, head back, eyes closed, long flowing hair draping the side of the tub, attempted continual containment of her full lower lip while allowing the unmistakable release of orgasmic finality.

“Unn, Oh God!… Yes Oh God! Unn…” Losing control, relinquishing the inescapable grip of climactic euphoria, Toni drove her probing fingers into her throbbing passage, palmed her clit, attempting use of her entire hand to drive the orgasmic bliss yet higher, squeezed her breast, pulling her nipple and tensed as the flood gates opened. Powerful waves pulsed through her body, forcing her vocal agreement of her acceptance, releasing the containment of her full lower lip. Toni, a portrait of angelic sensuality, eyes tightly closed, opened wide her mouth, gasping in both the pain and pleasure of sexual release. “Oh God… Yes!… Yes!… Oh God it feels so good!… Oh my God…”

Momentarily exhausted, paying for the intensity of her climax, Toni lightly traced her nipple, caressing and teasing the swollen appendage, forcing it’s relinquish of any additional pleasures. “Mmmm…” euphoria of climactic fulfillment waning, she continued her gentle caress, partially teasing yet partially bathing, sponging every delectable inch of her tanned, heavenly body. Having bathed, washed her hair and… and… well you know, momentarily she closed her eyes, lying her head onto the tub’s edge, recuperating from her pleasurable, exhausting workout, falling prey to the greatest seductress known to exist: sleep.

Stacy, having waited a little over an hour, warily arose, moving slowly towards the bedroom, still finding no signs of Toni’s condition. Moving towards the bathroom, placing an ear to the door, silence was the only greeting she received. Concerned both for her friend’s well being along with the fact that time was running short, she knocked lightly attempting stirring her around.

“Toni?…. You ok, sweetie?

The faint sound of Stacy’s voice relinquished whatever holds Toni may have obtained in the magical kingdom of sleep, bringing her back to the here and now. “I’m Ok… I just sort of dozed off. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry yourself with a thing, sweetheart. Just dry off, fix your hair and makeup and I’ve a pretty good idea everything else will work out just fine. Ok?”

“Thanks Stacy…” Toni scanning the room for an indication of the present time, queried Stacy worried over having fallen asleep. “Stacy… What time is it?”

“Hey… Let’s not worry about the time.” The knowledge serving no additional purpose other than worrying the exhausted beauty, Stacy informed Toni she had ample enough time. “You just get ready. I’ll be in the living room. If you need me just yell.”

The extreme intensity of her orgasmic accomplishment, coupled with the time change, late night erotic endeavors between she and her attentive lover, Toni stood to a pair of weak wobbly legs, climbed from the tub and began toweling herself dry. An eager participant in either self or partner induced sexual fulfillment, as of late she found herself unable to bathe, get dressed, or do much of anything without triggering the need for immediate sexual relief.

“Toni… What’s going on with you girl?” Thoughts unlike any she’d ever encountered constantly filled her suggestive impulses, encouraging any sort of sexual satisfaction. Accompanying this ever present arousal, memories and longings for Ron’s thoroughly filling, extremely satisfying… “Um… Damn.” Embarrassment flushed her face. “Oh My God, Toni… You’re becoming an insatiable slut.”

Continuing her toweling, moving the soft fabric over her firm breasts, brushing lightly her sensitive, ever erect nipples as of late sent a shiver down her spine and a tingling between her legs. Momentarily closing her eyes, Toni continued the stimulating arousal…,”Oh god Yes.”… caressing her excited nipples using the soft surface of her towel, her body fought valiantly for complete control of her mind. Gasp… “Unnn…” gasping amid her extreme, pleasurable drying experience, blinking and shaking her head, attempting clearing her thoughts of primarily… “Oh God.”… of strictly sexual suggestions, Toni embarrassingly smiled, lowering her head, having resigned to such an obvious confirmation of her newly discovered sexual desires. Dropping her towel, flustered having both given in and not, she took a seat before the vanity mirror and began her ritual of drying and styling her hair, applying a minimal amount of makeup, enhancing her natural beauty, readying herself for the evenings exciting events, primping and fluffing everything to perfection.

Opening the bathroom door, peaking cautiously into the bedroom, finding the outer door closed, Toni proceeded towards the gown and heels laid out just as Stacy’d promised. Kneeling, Toni found and retrieved a small suitcase hidden beneath the bed, recovering a small bag of lingerie she’d purchased while shopping in Dallas. The contents? Four pieces of transparent, lacy near nothingness she’d considered leaving packaged as they registered “Risqué” even by her own standard’s of intimate apparel. Sifting the delicate contents, the sight of Ron smiling, having temporarily recovered his control during his unscheduled visit to the roof forced her mind into overtime, plotting and ploying for some means of humbling him permanently. Eyeing the bags contents, an impish little smile crossed her face with the remembrance of how she’d floored him with the provocative outfits she’d worn thus far. Settled, her mind made up, Toni picked up the bag, exclaiming her unfair intentions. “Control? Un hun… Wait till he gets a load of this outfit. Control’s the one thing he’s never gonna see again… You’re goin down for good, buster.”

Retrieving a small box amid the packages contents, Toni opened the thin container, removed a pair of lace topped sheer nude stockings, sat on the bed and began the sensual display of adorning the silken coverings. An art in it’s self, rolling first one and then the other up her long tanned legs, smoothing the deserving transparency over such specimens of perfection, tugging gently until the lacy tops fit snuggly around her shapely thighs, Toni preformed the act with such sensuality as if making love to the incredible wonders. Reaching back into the bag, removing a thin white lace trimmed garter, she slipped the dainty garment around her tiny waist, cinched it closed, twisted and adjusted until perfectly aligned with each of its four straps, reaching downward in anticipation of connecting with her lace enhanced stockings, attached them lovingly and slipped on her sexy white heels.

Standing tall, proud of possessing such an incredible body, Toni walked back into the bathroom, stopping before the full length mirror. Oh My God! What a fucking dream! The sight… Shit! If a mirror could speak! Toni stood, feet around eighteen inches apart, dressed only in the sheer stockings, tiny lace garter and white, four inch heels with nothing else… Oh Shit!… I failed to mention her body. Perfection… There’s quite simply no other way of describing the image. Six two or maybe three, long tanned legs femininely shaped yet presented and reeking of pure sexuality, feet adorned in heels delivering an ultimatum, “Fuck Me!” transparent sheer stockings doing their best at enhancing a pair of magnificent legs which travel upward forever are all part of a package, capable of bringing the most powerful of men to their knees. Lifting your eyes yet higher, curvaceous hips adorning both a tight firm ass and a sexy, thinly trimmed strip of dark brown hair guiding you towards heavenly bliss, intersect an unusually small waist adorned with a flat, toned tummy, the product of both hard work and genetic perfection. Higher still, the sight of her full, round breasts sitting high with nipples eternally erect as of late, literally defy gravity when comparing their size to their extreme firm stature. Classic hourglass figure? Well… sort of… except, a whole lot better.

Finished? Oh, no way man… The sexiest is yet to come: her face. Slender in shape, held high with pride, Toni captivates all who receive the pleasure of viewing her beauty. Sensuous full lips, tiny upturned nose, huge sparkling green eyes, every feature is perfectly per portioned, positioned, enhancing this portrait of stunning elegance. Encase this rapturous presentation with full, dark brown hair, cascading downward, flowing in silken waves over her shoulders coming to rest amid the small of her back and then you’re finished. Oh… wait a minute. Her tan… Golden kissed from head to toe, a sexy secret known by only she, her husband Stephen and Ron, oozed pure sexuality, presented its self to the mirror. The tiny string bikini she’d been wearing earlier? Remove it and below the fabric, creamy white skin never caressed by the suns rays contrasts harshly with her golden brown tan, leaving an impression she was still wearing something except that her succulent nipples and trimmed pussy hair were both visibly noticeable, positioned in triangles of white. Formerly known as the forbidden zones to anyone other than Stephen, her husband, she’d relented the priceless treasures, giving them to Ron who more than capably worshiped the goddess, exalting her to plateaus of sexual bliss she’d never experienced before, sparking what now appeared as an insatiable appetite for his talented… Um… assets. Done now? Well, if I must.

The vision presenting itself before her forced a knowing smile at just how hot she looked, adorning only nylons, garter and heels. Mind working overtime, constantly searching some way of maintaining superiority over her adversary, Toni returned to the bedroom to finish readying for the evenings upcoming event. Revisiting the small package of lacy nothingness, embarrassment flushed her cheeks over the thoughts currently presenting themselves. Raising a finger to her lips, teasing the lucky digit, Toni smiled, cut her huge green eyes upward and tossed the remaining contents onto the bed. “Un hun… We’ll see who’s in control.”

Mind made up, Toni picked up her dress, stepped into the glamorous white gown and proceeded adorning the ensemble. Returning to the mirror, she touched up her hair and makeup, sprayed a hint of perfume, straightened and adjusted everything to perfection and admired hers and the creator’s handiwork. She may look hot in red, but white gave her an angelic appearance. The dress, both sleeveless and backless, hugged her body, every curve, every heavenly inch, showing off a figure any woman, or for that matter any man, would die to possess. The front presented an unusually daring display of cleavage, showing off her golden skin and succulent firm breasts as the neckline dove dangerously low. Held only by a thin strip of material hooked around her neck, tonight a lot of jealous wives were going to be busy corralling wandering eyes. Bending to check her exposure from a revealing slit up the side, Toni was relieved at finding the lacy tops of her stockings were only visible when she either crossed her legs or stood with one leg apart from the other, otherwise she felt perfectly safe. Impish smile across her face, Toni couldn’t believe she was wearing so little. Safe? My ass! “Yeah I may be insatiable… but Ron’s gonna be groveling. He’s never gonna win.”

Toni, pleased with the finished product, put away her unused lingerie, turned off the lights , opened the bedroom door and waltzed in presenting herself to Stacy. “Well? What do you think?”

Floored last night over the elegance of her red ensemble, this one left her completely speechless. Stacy stood, unable to comprehend how, shaking her head in disbelief at just how gorgeous the brunette Texan really was. As Toni modeled her outfit, turning and showing off everything from her heels and dress to her hair and flawless skin, Stacy choked back her approval, hugged her friend and whispered, “You’re beautiful. Ron’s one lucky guy.”

Stacy excusing herself once more, disappeared into the bathroom. Phoning Ron on the cell she quietly informed him of an effective suggestion. Sure he’d received her message loud and clear, Stacy hung up and rejoined her stunning friend awaiting Ron’s arrival.

***

Conversing freely, eight o’clock quickly approaching, Stacy, hearing the familiar chimes of the elevator, hurriedly escorted Toni from the room in hopes her reemergence would create an impact. Why wouldn’t it? She herself floored by the exquisite display of elegance, Ron? He didn’t stand a chance in hell.

“Where is she? Is she ready?” Ron dressed for an evening at the opera, exited the elevator anxiously searching for any sign of the stunning brunette, assured in the knowledge, should she resemble anything whatsoever the beauty he was blessed escorting last night, winning was his only possibility. Meeting his exit, attempting diverting his direction of travel, Stacy escorted him to the fireplace, ordered him to stay put and slowly backed towards the bedroom. Ron, dying for a glimpse of Toni’s exquisite beauty, agreed though exhibiting an impatient nervousness. “Ok, Ok… I’ll wait here… I promise.”

Stacy opened the bedroom door, stepped aside, calling for Toni’s entrance. Eyes glued on Ron’s, smiling in expectance of his reaction, Stacy giddily looked on knowing she’d done well.

Toni, exhibiting sensuality, elegance, beauty,… you name it, entered to a greeting of complete silence. Awaiting Ron’s approval, nervously biting her lower lip resuming toying with her hair, Toni sheepishly cut those gorgeous green eyes upward pleading for some sort of response.

“Oh, dear, God! Oh, my… You’re incredible, so beautiful… Sweet Jesus.” Ron, head shaking, floored by such perfection, smiled having been blessed with such wonderful accompaniment. Thoroughly planning the evening, stacking the cards in his favor, or so he thought, tonight was supposed to be his moment of reprieve, his chance to regain what little control, respectability. “Oh Damn! Just forget it. I quit, baby, you win.”

“Thanks.” Embarrassed over the fuss yet pleased with the results, Toni smiled, anticipating her effects on the poor, helpless, unsuspecting amateur of an adversary. How could he possibly have competed with… with… Damn, you try and do better. Silently, Toni praised her accomplishments. “This is so much fun.”

Ron moved forward taking her hands, proposing she indulge him momentarily. “I’ve got a surprise for you, but first, you’ve gotta close your eyes and promise you’ll keep them closed.”

“What is it!… Show me… please?” Toni attempting use of her extremely effective eyes, impatient to discover his offering, closed her eyes as requested, assuring she’d abide by his rules,… well just this once. “Ok… what is it? Hurry, please!”

Chuckling over her exuberant, gleeful anticipation, Ron moved slowly behind her, pulled a small box from his pocket, draping an exquisite diamond necklace around her neck. Shimmering, sparkling under, the caress of light emitting from the chandelier, excitedly Toni reached up, wishing a feel of the precious adornment but hastily was stopped short.

“No! Not yet.” Stacy, stepping forward, assisting Ron in his endeavors, lifted Toni’s hair, placing an equally impressive earring on each ear. Double checking both hers and Ron’s handiwork, Stacy retreated, allowing Ron the full rewards. Guiding her towards a large wall hung mirror, Ron holding her from behind, kissed her gently amid her hair, squeezed her tightly, whispering something he swore he’d never say to anyone. “Ms. Toni… I think I’m falling in love.” Pausing momentarily, he continued. “Ok, open your eyes.”

Permission to open her eyes, touch and feel the gift befitting such exquisiteness, Toni’s face filled with shock and surprise as tears began forming in her eyes. Slender fingers caressed sparkling stones, Ron holding her tightly from behind, Toni melted into him, barely able to speak. “Oh Ron… It’s so beautiful. Why? You shouldn’t have, I can’t accept thi…”

“Shhh… yes you can. You deserve this and more.” Toni, pressing firmly into his chest, turned her head, finally comprehending the impact of both his gift and previous statement. Looking up, glancing into his eyes momentarily, her luscious soft lips sought and found his, pressing ever so gently, returning his devotional gesture ten fold. Parting her ruby enticers, Toni’s tongue pressed between his lips, seeking the accompaniment of a friend she’d become quite fond of as of late, found her projected partner and began a seductive ballet between the two very capable participants. Temperature rising, company forgotten, Toni increased her passion with each passing moment, fueled by earlier self induced yet unfulfilling endeavors, felt Ron stirring beneath his clothes, pressing firmly into her from behind. All rational thoughts, plans for the evening, self control, gone instantly upon relinquishing control of her mind to her body. Grinding gently using her tight ass, still locked passionately in embrace, the added pressure against his hardening member created instantaneous results, forcing an agreeable moan from her lips. “Mmm humm…”

Stacy, alienated, alone, frustration rising, seeing the two lovers engaging in a passionate exchange and having nothing of her own other than wishful fantasies, cleared her throat, attempting a reminder of her presence. Besides… She’d pulled strings to comp box seats, an order difficult under normal circumstances let alone last minute request status. “Um… My, my… look at the time.”