Dirty Aristocrat(26)

'Yes, well, I might have been in a bit of a hurry before. This time I'm  going to take my time and savor you. Then I'm going to spend the whole  night doing things to your body that you never even thought were  possible.'

She licked her lips nervously, her breath washing over my cheek, warm  and soft. Thoughts flitted across her face like clouds. She inched  towards me and I touched her waist.

'So you  …  uh  …  don't mind popping my cherry?'

'Tawny honey, it'll be a fucking honor to pop your cherry.'



Tawny Maxwell

His eyes held mine almost  …  lovingly. They were so different from the  wild man who had pinned me down on the bed and roughly shoved his  fingers into me that I could only stare back, bemused.

He laid a hand gently on my cheek and tenderly brushed his fingers down  my neck. It made my stomach clench. As if he knew the effect he had on  me, he smiled, brushed my hair back from my forehead, and kissed the  hollow of my throat.

'Oh,' I breathed, my throat suddenly dry.

God, I wanted so much to please him. I wanted to be wanton and  passionate. The possibility that I might disappoint such a sexual  connoisseur as him clung to me like bad debt. I wanted to be like the  women who frequented The Dirty Aristocrat. Utterly unashamed of my  sexuality. His hands moved down and massaged the sides of my breasts  while his teeth gently nibbled on my lower lip.

Without warning his tongue thrust into my mouth and withdrew again. Then  back in again. My toes curled. Lord have mercy, the man was fucking my  mouth with his tongue! It was dirty and it was wonderful. Like a little  rehearsal. I knew that he knew that, that was what I was craving for  between my legs. The harder and faster his tongue thrust in and out of  my mouth the more my sex clenched, as if he was already inside me. He  was so masterful at tantalizing my body, my bones were starting to feel  like wax in the midday sun.

He knelt before me and let his hand slip up my thighs.

I bit my lip and tried not to tremble. He lifted the baby doll and  looked at the way the wet silk clung to my shape highlighting every  curve and groove. I felt myself blush. He hooked his fingers into the  waistband of my panties and, with aching slowness, pulled them down my  skin while he stared unblinking at my exposed sex.

'Do you know that your clit is so swollen it is poking outside your pussy lips?' he asked softly.

I licked my lips and shook my head.

'Step out of your panties,' he ordered.

I rushed to obey and he picked them up. Fixing his amazing silvery eyes  on me, he dragged his tongue across the crotch panel and licked the  sticky fluid there.         

     



 

'Oh,' I whispered, my head swooning.



Lord Greystoke

I licked the wetness along the virgin's inner thighs and instinctively  her legs moved apart in invitation. I separated her swollen lips and  brought my nose close to it, inhaling her state of arousal. Why, she  smelt exactly as I always knew she would. Ripe. Juicy. Ready to be  consumed.

I nuzzled the soft golden curls of her adorable pussy. The sweet  sensation blew my mind after years of fantasizing. I kissed her on her  steaming core and, while she watched with dazed eyes, I let my tongue  make contact with the cream of her desire. Fucking heaven. I drank her  in. She moaned helplessly. It occurred to me on some vague level that I  was never going to get enough of this woman.

I looked up at her. 'I like the taste of your wet cunt,' I whispered.

She gasped with a mixture of shock and excitement.

I wrapped my fingers around my lover's left leg and draped it over my  shoulder. Her pussy opened up like a pink fruit. I kissed her again, my  tongue moving slowly between her glistening lips.

Her breath came in short and quick gasps. Her hips pressed against my  face and her hands curled around my head and pulled me in. She wanted  more.

I swooped on her clit and feasted on it while she moaned, whimpered and  groaned until her leg began to tremble and she was swaying unsteadily.  Immediately I planted my hands firmly on her pert rear and, taking the  hood of her clit between my teeth, I bit down. She threw her head back  and swore at me.

Very unladylike, soon to be Lady Greystoke.

I smiled against her pink flesh as I felt the shudders that coursed  through her. At this rate she wasn't going to last very long.



Tawny Maxwell

My head was buzzing as intense pleasure radiated from my core and rolled  into every part of my body. A massive climax like I had never  experienced was ripping right through me. I had to grasp Ivan's shoulder  to prevent myself from falling over. I screamed incoherently and  exploded while he carried on slobbering all over my sex as if it was  chocolate or ice cream.

His greed was obscene and filthy and wonderful.

My muscles were still convulsing and throbbing when he stood up. Hauling  me into his arms he carried me to the bed and threw me on it. Bending  over me he opened my legs wide and pushed a long, thick finger inside my  swollen, pulsating sex.

My body arched. 'Oh God,' I gasped, clenching his finger.

'That's right. Call to your maker. You're going to fucking need him tonight,' he growled.

He pulled his finger out and with a slow smile brought it up to my face.  He stroked my lips until I opened my mouth a little. Immediately his  finger slid inside and I tasted myself.

'Suck it,' he ordered, and pushed his finger deeper into my mouth. As  soon as I obeyed he smiled again, removed his finger, and plunged it  back into my sex.

'Ahhhh,' I cried out.

Watching me intently he began to thrust that finger. In. Out. In. Out. All the while watching me moan.

'I know,' he said soothingly, 'but I need you to be very, very wet tonight so you can take all of me.'

Then he took the finger out and once more brought it close to my lips. I  opened my mouth to take it in, but he put that finger into his mouth  instead and sucked it hard.

Wow! That was so hot.

His mouth fused with mine and I kissed him back greedily. Kissing him  was like being in the eye of a tornado. Time stills. You lose a part of  your soul. By the time he removed his mouth I was a boneless mess. He  licked, nibbled and sucked my jaw, my throat, my shoulder. He used his  teeth to snap the little white spaghetti strap. He pushed the silk down  and exposed one breast.

'Look at that. Full, round and just begging to be sucked,' he whispered and drew my sensitive, aching nipple into his mouth.

I grabbed his head in my hands and, arching my back, tried to push more  of my breast into the warm wet cave. He responded by sucking harder. I  welcomed the painful pleasure of his lips. Jolts of electric sensations  went from his mouth to my groin. I felt my nipple swell and become a  hard little stone in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the hard nub.

He lifted his head. 'You're so beautiful,' he breathed, looking down at me.

I was suddenly aware of my disheveled state. One breast exposed, the  baby doll torn and crumpled around my waist, my legs askew, my sex  swollen and dribbling.

'The other nipple,' I urged, my voice urgent and shameless.

His eyes glittered triumphantly at my brazen need. With a dark laugh he  grasped the neckline of my baby doll and viciously ripped it down the  middle. I lay before him, on display, every inch of me offered up to his  eyes and his touch. He swooped down, engulfed the other nipple, and  sucked it until I was writhing with pleasure.         

     



 

He stood up and, feasting his eyes on me, began to undress. I watched  wide-eyed as he flung his shirt and roughly yanked down his trousers.  Hot damn! The man was right beautiful. My eyes flew to his cock, jutting  aggressively out through the waistband of his white underpants.

I watched him yank the thin material down his muscular legs, and for the  first time in my life I saw a real life erect cock at such a close  distance. It was enormous and beautiful with thick veins twisting up it  like dancing snakes. Amazing how it bounced back like an angry rubber  thing. It had. Taking my hands, he guided them to his throbbing, jerking  flesh.

His big, beautiful cock was lightly clasped between my palms. My heart  was beating hard and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. I  touched the tip with its bead of liquid pearl, and looked up at him in  wonder. He seemed unrecognizable, his face tense and foreign.

'I wanted to see my cock inside your mouth from the first moment I saw you.'

I lifted my head off the bed and, rising to my elbows, set my mouth on  the short journey to the head of his cock. On the way there I breathed  in the smell of him and it made me almost dizzy. Musk. Faint. Then I was  there, and his hot, satiny-soft skin brushed my lips. Looking up at  him, I took him between my lips, my mouth stretching to accommodate his  girth.

I tasted him then. He had a taste! He was resting on my tongue, heavy  and hard when I withdrew and licked him experimentally. Slightly salty  and something else. Something that I really liked. Like the water from  the creek after it had rained. I licked him again. Gently and with total  dedication. Like a dog.

'Oh fuck. That's it. That's good,' he groaned.