“I think,” I stuttered, “What I think doesn’t really matter. What matters is what you think.”
“I think I’d be the perfect courtesan,” she said in a low, sultry tone.
“Me too,” I replied as I held out my arm for her to take.
The moment we entered the dining room, all conversation stopped. I felt drab and out of place in the costume I was wearing but it was obvious that she was the center of attention. Several of the younger men instantly tried to get her attention by approaching her and asking her to join them at their dinner table. She politely refused each one and took a seat next to me.
The dinner was delicious, made up of wild game and fresh vegetables from the mansion, and the conversation was enjoyable. It was followed immediately by the ball.
Once again, the men approached, each asking her for a dance. One group of young men in particular tried to get her attention and several made the mistake of thinking she was a ‘paid’ participant because she was there with me.
Yet, each time one of them drew near or ‘accidentally’ brushed up against her she’d take my arm as if to say, “I’m here with him!”
We stayed for several hours dancing, drinking champagne, and enjoying the ball before she gently tugged on my sleeve. I could tell that something was going on when I noticed how large her nipples had become and the mist-like layer of moisture that was covering her forehead.
“I think we better go back up to our room,” she whispered.
“Why?”
“For one thing, that group of young men keep staring at me as if they were trying to get me out the rest of my costume…”
“Isn’t that part of the reason you picked this one?”
“Yes and no.”
“To be honest, I picked it so YOU’D stare at me just like you have all night,” she paused. “And the second reason,” she sighed as she moved closer and brushed her breasts against my sleeve, “Is that I’m so fucking horny that if we don’t leave I’m gonna lean over one of these chairs, pull up my dress and let you fuck me, right here and right now!”
“I think we better leave, then,” I replied as I led her towards the door. Several of the men winked at me as we passed while most of the younger group frowned because of their misfortune.
As soon as we entered our room, she spun around and almost glued her lips to mine, the taste of strawberries and champagne filling my mouth. Instantly, our tongues began a dance as old as time as our hands traveled over each other’s bodies.
“Give me a moment,” I wheezed after an especially passionate kiss. I headed to my luggage and pulled a gold-foil wrap from the side-sleeve. “I was hoping I’d need this.”
She looked at me with lust-filled eyes. “Actually, there’s no need for that. As I told you, I’ve led a rather ‘wild’ life but I’ve been very selective about who I have as a lover, besides which I get a check-up every several months to make sure I’m ‘clean’ and as for getting pregnant… I’m on the pill.”
“In that case,” I rasped as I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around facing away from me.
“Are you gonna make love to me?” she asked.
“Not this time,” I snarled. “After all the teasing you’ve done to me I’m gonna fuck you and I mean fuck you hard.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” she sighed. “Do it.”
I, not-so-gently, pushed her to the bed and leaned her over the end, our reflections visible in the mirror above us. “You ready?” I asked as I pulled her skirt up, revealing a pair of sheer, white panties that matched her costume.
“Yessssss, ohhh god, yesssss.”
I grabbed the panties and ripped them off in one hard tug. A small scream came from where her face was buried in the duvet.
She wiggled her ass, enticingly, as she mumbled, “Fuck me, lover. Fill my pussy with your cock. I’ve been waiting since yesterday and I want your… NOW!?
Instead, I kneel down behind her, licking and nibbling on the soft, firm curves of her ass. Then I spread her legs apart, slightly revealing her womanly treasure. The outer lips were red and swollen, while the inner lips were a deep shade of pink. A heady, musky fragrance wafted from her core, triggering my desires, as beads of her juice trailed from her opening and down her legs.
“Oh please. Please, lover. Don’t tease me anymore. I can’t take it,” she pleaded.
I stood and leaned over her, unbuttoning each of the small pearl buttons that held her skirt in place before I pulled it down to pool around her ankles.
“Ohmigod!!! You’ve got me so fucking turned on!”
Hearing her plead, I rolled her over on her back, sliding her legs over my shoulders. Then I knelt down and stared at her treasure. It suddenly dawned on me that this was the first time I’ve ever been this close to real pussy. I looked up into her lust-filled eyes, as she looked back into mine. “Pleeaaassseee, baby. I can’t bear it anymore,” she sighed. “Eat me.”
I let out a low, animalistic growl as I leaned forward and placed a kiss on her nether lips before pulling away.
“Shhhhhhh,” she hissed as she took in a deep breath.
I leaned forward again, this time licking her inner thigh, teasing her, and taunting her with the possibility of what was to come. Over and over, I licked up her leg until I was just about to touch her pussy lips once again, and then I withdrew.
Her body squirmed under me as her desire grew. “Please… please… please,” she panted.
Then, I let the tip of my tongue glide across the swollen, red tenderness of her outer lips, already dripping beads of juice like dew on a flower. She tasted like clover honey and I wanted more… a lot more. I curled my tongue and drove it into her, forcing it into her depths until my nose was rubbing against her pubic crinkly.
Her back arched as she ran her hands through my hair, pulling me forward, as she bucked her hips against my face as if she intended to fuck me, locked her legs behind my head, and drove her pussy against my waiting mouth.
“Aggh… aggh… aggh…” she grunted.
I felt her pussy muscles sucking and pulling me deeper, intent on swallowing me so I pulled it out and moved upwards, the tip finding her clit.
“Eeeiiieeeee,” she cried as I swirled gently around and around before sucking the nerve-filled nubbin into my mouth.
Her back arched again, but this time she locked her legs behind my head as her head fell back and she looked at our image in the mirror. “So wicked. So fucking wicked.”
Ever so carefully, I drove her towards her orgasm, marveling at how much a person can learn from sexual, self-help books and, of course, porn. I pushed her until I was sure there was no way she could avoid what was coming, then I slid two fingers into her, moving back and forth until I found her G-spot.
“Ohmigod… ohmigod… ohmigod… please… whatever you do don’t stop! I’m gonna cum! You’re making me… arrrgghhhhhhh,” she cried as she thrashed around on the bed, widening her legs and rocking her hips as she clawed at my shoulders.
As if reading her mind, I increased the pace of my fingers, while continuing to suck on her clit.
Her arms fell open and she clutched at the bedding as her body rocketed off into orgasmic oblivion. At the same time, her floodgates opened and she filled my mouth with her sweet juice. Over and over, her body seemed to relax and then spiral off again as I continued to lick and tease her.