The Ascendancy of Rose Parker

Rose stood by the full length mirror, looking resplendent in the attire of a sexy feme-fetale in a French film noir; embellished with a svelte corset which gleamed with the sheen of black satin. Her hair was the richest and deepest of browns, flowing in natural swirls and eddies beyond her shoulders and down her slender back. Her figure was delicate and lithe; an attribute showcased to great appeal as she stood in silhouette against the gentle pastels of the room. Her complexion was reminiscent of an antique porcelain doll; pristine as a mountain stream. Her presence was commanding... her sex appeal palpable.
Oh! She exclaimed with a coquettish grin.
You ruined my surprise! She said.
Dick's eagerness had gotten the better of him as he showered and towelled in an expedited effort to  return to Rose's company. When he left, Rose was in full attire; dressed in a simple black dress, gathered in to a tiny waist and tastefully cut at the knee line. He returned to find her in a breathtaking state of undress.
Dick was transfixed like fauna stunned by bright light. His body inert as he struggled to swallow the lump which had formed in his throat. She turned to face him, joining the last of the unclasped hooks of the corset. She approached him, her bare feet softly padding, felinesque, on the lush carpet beneath. Her posture and movements revealed a casual grace and elegance that was intensely sexy and quintessentially feminine.

A busy near-silence descended upon the room as they kissed. It was the kind of silence that took over at dinner parties when a sumptuous meal is served and being paid it's due attention.

Dick breathed her in deeply, soaking up her very presence as he held her in his arms. He soon became intoxicated with her; the softness of her lips, the delicate play of her tongue, the suppleness of her body, the sweet smell of her skin and the gentle silkiness of her hair.

The moments passed with interminable pleasure as the air became thick with the sounds of breath and passion. The tactile exploration was thorough; performed with affectionate hands, mouths and tongues.

Mmmm. Rose crooned. You're a good kisser.

Dick felt flush at the compliment. He lay Rose flat on the crisp linen of the bed and pushed aside some of the excess cushions. He lay a trail of kisses from her mouth down to her nether-region. He soon had Rose writhing with pleasure, with one arm stretched out above her head, grasping at at loose sheets whilst the other hand firmly held a handful of Dick's hair as she guided him upon her bucking pelvis. As she reached orgasm, Rose arched her back to tremendous degree and held Dick's mouth firmly to her pleasure zone.

Through heavy breaths she panted, That was... unexpected!

Dick's unassuming exterior and mild demeanor had left Rose unprepared and she clearly was not expecting to encounter such cunnilingual delights. The thought of bringing Rose to such a satisfying climax brought Dick a tremendous sense of pleasure as he rolled over and melted into the mattress besides her. Rose, however, had plans other than recuperation.

Come with me. She said as she slid off the bed, shooting Dick a lascivious smile.

Dick watched as she pulled a chair from the dresser and carefully positioned it before the full-length mirror adjacent to the door. With a saucy smirk, she patted the base of the chair, inviting him over to join her. Dick look askance at the chair and then at Rose. What debaucherous designs did she have in store for him? Was it going to hurt? Would he be able to walk straight afterwards? He looked for signs of a restraining apparatuses or implements of pain, but not a thread of rope nor leather whip was to be seen. There was only the promise of pleasures unknown and the luring intrigue of discovering them. With a cocktail of excitement and apprehension coursing through his veins, Dick acquiesced and seated himself in the chair.

Rose stood before him; she cut an impressive figure in the mirror with her long silky locks cascading over her shoulders and down her back.

I want you to enjoy the show. She said, and with that, she descended upon Dick's erect manhood.

The mirror reflected a visual feast of erotic delights. A beautiful nymph on her knees; her spine arched and hips flared; her rounded posterior cheeks like mountain peaks of porcelain.

Dick watched as Rose reached behind, her delicate feminine fingers tenderly probing her own labial fringes whilst she consumed Dick's swollen member with voracious intent. Her head bobbed and twisted lithely as she worked his manhood to a wet dewy glisten.

Between Rose's erotic display of digital self-stimulation and the mind-altering fellation she was now performing on him, Dick was very quickly becoming overwhelmed.

I just don't know where to look! Dick whispered.

With her mouth full, Rose stifled a giggle of amusement.

There was much passionate gasping and raising of eyes to the heavens.

Dick could hear the muffled conversations of passing strangers outside in the hallway. If Rose could hear them, she made no sign of care or interest as she continued her oral gymnastics and self-indulgent vaginal play. He felt a rush of perverse excitement at the thought of strange ears voyeuristically pressed against the hotel room door; straining to capture the odd sexual expletive or other erogenous utterances appurtenant to one who is on the brink of sexual euphoria. 

Dick gently grasped Rose's face and guided her off his strained manhood. He kissed her gently and whispered into her ear, I want to be inside you now.

They returned to the bed where Dick lay her flat and positioned himself above her. He raised her long and silky-skinned legs to allow for greater ingress before he entered her in a single deep thrust. She have a brief curtailed gasp at the sudden penetration. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him close; their bodies skin to skin.

Endorphins! So blissful and gratifying, flooded Dick's consciousness. He could not believe how much more he wanted her, even now when he was already deep inside her. He allowed his bodily desires to quench as he drank deeply from Rose's pool of sexuality. He thrust long and deep and savored the sounds of intimate felicity that escaped her lips until, finally, he could not contain himself. He came hard. With Rose's arms wrapped around him, he allowed himself to become lost in a long passionate kiss.

Nadine St Ives - Part 3: Dick meets Massage Creep; Washing away the sin; Nadine's favourite position

Dick lay on the tiny single bed in a state of sexual catharsis. His body now limp and lax dissolved into the mattress. Nadine melted into his side. Her head resting on his shoulder. Her leg draped across his belly. A post coital coma had enveloped them both, wrapping them in a cocoon of sexual inebriation.

Nadine was the first to stir, rolling onto her back. She stretched her arms above her head, arched her spine and yawned luxuriously.

How about a bath to wash away the sin? She suggested.

Nadine hopped off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, liberating a strawberry from the platter on the way. Soon, the sound of rushing water possessed the room.

Dick reclined amongst the cushions that had somehow managed to cling to the bed despite the earlier frenetic activity. He placed his hands behind his head and smiled to himself. It was a smile of plethoric contentment. He had just experienced one of the most gratifying sexual encounters of his life and now this domestic goddess was running him a relaxing bath. It seemed as though this voluptuary afternoon of sin and sensuality had much more in store.

The bathroom was large and marble clad. The bath tub was deep and accommodating. Nadine had run a steaming hot bath. The large mirror grew moist with condensation, reflecting the scene in the bathroom through a soft dreamlike filter. The vapours caressed their naked bodies, gently inviting them to partake in the warmth of the rejuvenating water.

Nadine and Dick were face to face. They were obligated to take several moments to ease themselves into the water. Each sighed indulgently as they settled. Nadine's pearly white complexion had taken on a rosy hue and her forehead had begun to dew with sweat. There was a tranquil silence complemented only by the sound of the gentle swish of water.

What kind of kind of porn do you like? Nadine asked. 

The question cut through the serenity and slapped Dick in the face. It was more of Nadine's indomitable spirit of jocularity. Her personality was wonderfully facetious and though slightly taken aback, Dick could not help but admire her for it.

I mean, what would be your top porn search? She followed immediately, as though the question needed clarification. 

Like most of the male species, Dick had retained his adolescent fascination with pornography. The miracle of the web and video streaming only strengthening his enthusiasm over time.

A short time later, Dick found himself seated before the writing desk. The MacBook before him and Nadine perched on his knee. The pile of garments on the floor had not been disturbed. They were both still au naturel; save the pairs of thick-rimmed spectacles they each wore.

Nadine crossed one leg over the other and pushed at the bridge of her glasses. She still retained the warm afterglow of the shared bath. She tapped away on the raised keys of the MacBook and brought up her favourite streaming porn site.

C'Mon Massage Creep. She chanted as if she were about to roll the dice at a casino table. 

She browsed the presented thumbnails before selecting the appropriate clip from the search results.
The scene began with a generically attractive young girl who had evidently found it necessary to be on her back and topless during an oil massage. Massage Creep was working the knots from her neck and shoulders. Nadine smiled and bit one of her fingernails as she watched Massage Creep edge closer and closer to the young girl's breasts. The girl shivered as Massage Creep brushed one of her erect nipples.
C'mon Massage Creep. Nadine urged the unscrupulous therapist. She forwarded the clip a bit. The scene had progressed now with Massage Creep cupping both generously proportioned and well lubricated breasts in firm circular motions. The girl was moaning slightly. Her eyes opening and darting at the camera.
Oh! Nadine exclaimed on delight.

She looked straight at the camera! Nadine stifled a fit of giggles. She seemed to be deriving far more enjoyment from the limited production value than the intended effect of titillation. Dick consumed his pornography solely for the purposes of the latter.

They watched on together as Massage Creep, didactically instructing the young girl into the most optimal position to relive her tension. Nadine skipped forwarded. Massage Creep now had the unsuspecting girl on her back on the edge of the table. He was throwing his hips vigorously at the girl as his cock disappeared into her young vagina. He had obviously convinced the young girl of the therapeutic benefits of a deep vaginal massage. The scene was a cacophony of oil and flesh.

With each thrust, the girl was exclaiming, oh such a deep massage! Periodically, the girl would glance directly at the camera, a questioning look on her face before turning away abruptly; presumably receiving some off-screen direction.
Nadine rolled back on Dick's knee in a gleeful fit of giggles. It was infectious. They giggled together in front of the computer like school children. Dick laughed in amusement as much from Nadine's enjoyment as from the clip.
Come on. She said suddenly.
I want you inside me. She whispered in her soft tone as she took Dick's hand and led him to the bed.
She lay down flat on her stomach.
This of my favourite position. She told him.

Nadine's contoured elegance was on full display. The gentle inverse curve in the small of her back. Her diminutive waist line contrasting a provocative set of hips.

Using his arms, Dick propped himself above her. She pursed her tail bone, increasing the angle of her hips and inviting him to penetrate deeply. Dick probed up and down the vulva. Nadine helped him in his search. One hand disappearing beneath her body, guiding him into her sweet calyx. Her other hand clawing at the sheets as he entered her.

Dick kissed the back of Nadine's neck and nibbled at her ear. She moaned and squeezed her thighs together tightly forming a blissfully snug fit around Dick's member. He felt huge inside her. Euphoria set in as Dick began the thrust more vigorously. Nadine's guiding hand had remained beneath her as she began to supplement her own pleasure; fingers gently grinding on her own clitoris. The friction was intense as the area between Nadine's thighs became heavily lubricated with her own juices.

Though thrusting vigorously, Dick held on desperately, sensing Nadine's pleasure was reaching it's climax. Her elevated moans of pleasure were a harbinger of her impending orgasm. Nadine came first in a great fervor of moans subsiding into laboured panting. This pushed Dick over the precipice and he came hard at the peak of a long and lasting thrust. The sublimity of blissful disgorgement savoured by both to the very end.

Knowing Rose Parker

So am I going to be reading about myself? Rose asked as she lay languid, flat on her belly. Her chin resting in her palms as she propped herself up on her elbows. Her hair was dark, long and luxuriant with a soft and silky texture. She gracefully flicked the strands to one side and they cascaded down her shoulder, falling in ebbs and flows amongst the folds of the crisp bed linen.

You may have to wait a little while. I'm sorry, but I struggle with words sometimes. Dick replied.
Really? But you seem so... confident.
This... Dick motioned in his own general vicinity, pausing as he searched for the words.
This is different. Dick added in an annexed fashion.
The Dick that existed behind the closed doors was not someone who existed in the real world.
Who was he? Dick thought to himself. Was he really the calm and collected individual prone to bouts of loquaciousness in the company of beautiful women? Women like Rose? or was he really the painfully introverted science fiction geek of his sexless youth?
Dick pushed these probing internal reflections to the back of his mind.
All issues a good therapist could sort out at a later date. Dick thought to himself.
For now, the exquisite creature before him deserved (or demanded rather) his full and undivided attention.
I am someone else when I am here... behind closed doors. Dick offered. It was the best he could do when forced to think introspectively.
I understand what you mean. I'd get fired in an instant if the firm ever found out I did this. She empathised.
Her honesty was sobering and all at once Dick understood that the girl before him probably didn't exist in the real world either. A libertine goddess with a clandestine occupation beyond her regular nine-to-five. She existed only within the boundaries of the hotel room as did Dick. But for now, the unreal version of Dick and unreal version of Rose were sharing the same wavelength. And Dick liked it.

Rose was disarmingly chill and it made for sparkling conversation. It was as if she was casually strolling through the rooms of her private life, opening windows and doors. Inviting Dick to take a peek. Through the interstices of the persona that was Rose Parker, Dick caught glimpses of a sophisticated young lady of exceeding confidence and keen intelligence. He was in awe that such endowments could come wrapped up in such a sinfully seductive exterior.

Dick on the other hand, despite his advanced years, was almost callow by comparison. In the real world, he had the uncanny natural ability to make women feel uncomfortable. A painfully introverted personality combined with the unquenchable desire for coitus can make for the most interesting of social scenarios.

However, things were different with Rose Parker. Their engaging conversation revealed a surprising degree of mutual interest and this seemed to make all the difference.

Like Dick, Rose was a bibliomanic. A prolific reader who inhaled literature like oxygen. And it showed in her good diction. She preferred the old-world charm of page-turning over the new-world of e-reading. She sited To Kill a Mockingbird as one of her all time favourites. A novel that Dick also treasured.
I want to have a child just so I can name him Atticus. She proclaimed proudly.

Dick had to admire her intellectual jocularity.
He prattled off a list of his own favourites and when he finally named one that she hadn't already consumed, it happened to be one that Dick was currently re-reading. He dove into his backpack and returned with his paperback copy.
Please take it. He said offering it to her.
It was a copy of A Confederacy of Dunes. A cleverly witty novel that Dick adored.
I can't take your book! She guffawed.
Dick insisted, knowing how someone who loved the written word as much as Rose did would appreciate it.
She finally accepted the gift, hugging it to her chest. She smothered Dick with a volley of kisses.
Oh thank you! I just want to snuggle up and read it right now! She gushed with excitement. 
Her joyful show of appreciation at such a minor display of generosity warmed Dick to his core. He was glad to be able to gift something so succinctly appropriate for Rose. And the thought of a little piece of himself occupying Rose's bookshelf bought him an immeasurable amount of pleasure. In that moment, he found the desire to smile irrepressible. He beamed as Rose affectionately sidled up next to him.
You are such a surprise. Rose said to him.
Dick blushed a little. He hoped Rose had not noticed.
A good surprise I hope. Dick bantered.
Yes. A very good surprise. She responded.
Am I what you expected? Rose asked.

You are far beyond anything I ever expected. Dick said, cringing slightly at his own cloying sentimentality.

For the days that followed their fateful rendezvous, Dick found himself smiling subconsciously. And when he caught himself, he found that Rose was occupying his thoughts.

Dick thought back to Rose's question. It had taken him a few days, but Dick had discovered that Rose was everything he never knew he wanted.

Nadine St Ives - part 2: Dick has his mind blown

Kissing Nadine, Dick felt as if he partaking in some rare delicacy. He savoured the taste of her and the softness of her lips. As comfortable as she was with conversation, Nadine was equally comfortable with the intimate art of the kiss.
She reached over Dick, removing her glasses and placing them on the nightstand. He could not detect any trace of perfume, but she was trailing a pleasant fragrance of soap and water.
Nadine stood with her back to him, coyly dipping her nose below her shoulder line giving her neck a long, graceful appearance. She peered back over her shoulder at him. Her piercing emerald eyes sending Dick a silent invitation to defrock.
The zipper ran down the back of the dress, tracing the sleek contours of Nadine's spine. Dick pulled at the zipper and the dress began to melt apart like a hot knife through butter. Between the parting fabric Dick spied more of Nadine's milky complexion and the rear clasp of a red satin bra. The dress slipped off Nadine's shoulders and dropped to the floor in a puddle around her feet. Beneath the sexy corporate attire, Nadine sported a pair of red satin panties matching her perky red bra.
There was as supple yet delicate quality to Nadine's body. A diminished waist line gave her a svelte hourglass figure and a set of hips that could cause traffic chaos. Her cool detected beauty was architecturally purposed for seduction.
The red hot lingerie joined the rest of Nadine's disposed garb on the floor giving it the appearance of being set alight. Dick's clothes soon added to the growing bundle as the pair began the first tentative steps in an exploration of each others anatomy.
Dick lay supine with Nadine astride him. He had not occupied a single bed since his sexless adolescent years. Had it not been for the beautiful red head straddling him, the experience may have been considered nostalgic.

With Nadine's erogenous nether-region grinding on him and her deep french kisses, the sexual fervor escalated quickly.

She drew herself up into a cow-girl position before dismounting. First placing one knee and then the other between Dick's knees, wiggling a crawl-space for herself between his legs.
He watched as Nadine, holding the base, carefully spat onto the head of his penis. She allowed it to ooze a little down his erect shaft, like some sweet viscous syrup off a honey dipper, before applying it to the full length with soft caresses of her hand.
With slightly parted lips poised just above the apex of Dick's penis, she peered up at him, engaging Dick in a hypnotic knowing gaze. Her emerald eyes spoke of the erotic pleasure she was about gift. Dick's heart quickened at the thought. There was a rush of blood which further engorged his already incredibly hardened member. The anticipation very nearly bringing proceedings to a abruptly premature ending as Nadine gently slid the cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped wondrously around the diameter of his shaft. He could feel her warm tongue sliding down the ventral underside of his cock as she slowly descended and then returned. Those engaging eyes did not break contact the entire time. Dick held on desperately, saved only by Nadine's mercifully indolent paced strokes.
Mouth and hand combined in a seamless swirling motion up and down Dick's shaft. She paused intermittently to apply more of her natural lubrication. Dick's cock began to glisten with Nadine's saliva as she interchanged between strokes of hand and mouth. It was a brand of fellatio Dick had only known in adult films.
Dick could feel the very skin of his cock stretch under the strain of his own erection. Such was his state of arousal. He dropped his head back onto the soft pillows, breathing yogically in a concentrated effort to avoid an premature orgasmic explosion in Nadine's mouth. Nadine, for her part was relaxed, unhurried and meticulously assiduous with her unique oral style. With her mouth full of Dick's cock, she emitted a sensual purring "Mmmm".
Swapping positions, Dick descended upon Nadine's enticing vaginal region. It had a pristinely smooth and clean shaven appearance. An exotic delicacy Dick could not resist. He ran his tongue around the edges of her labia and ticked the clitoral hood with the tip of his tongue, sending little shivers through Nadine's body. Above, Dick could see that Nadine had her eyes closed, seemingly in a concentrated trance. She moaned softly as Dick delicately worked the edges of her vaginal boundaries. In a change of pace, Dick gave Nadine a slow firm lap from her perineum all the way to the top of her clitoral hood. He circled back to the opening, giving the clitoris a gentle flicker along the way, before plunging his tongue into her opening and launching into a full-blown tongue fuck.
Nadine Ohhh'd and Mmmm'd up above at Dick's oral efforts. However, in abrupt mercurial change of mood, she reached down and pulled is face from between her legs.
I want you to fuck me now! She said in her cool placid voice.
Dick resurfaced above Nadine. She drew her knees upwards to facilitate entry. He kissed her as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of Nadine's vulva, feeling his way towards her tender vaginal opening. He kissed her deeply as he slowly pressed his straining cock into her. She broke lip contact momentarily to draw a quickened breath as she felt the bulbous head of Dick's cock penetrate inside her. Dick continued to slowly press into her. However, as if unable to restrain her yearning any longer, Nadine grasped Dick's hips firmly with both hands and pulled him deeply into her vagina.
Oh fuuuck! Nadine exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, Dick and Nadine breathed heavily into one another. Dick pressed himself into Nadine. He was at full penetration. He gazed into her emerald eyes as he kissed her deeply. This is what Dick imagined regular couples called making love. It was an intense, visceral sensation rather than mere titillation.
Nadine did not relinquish her hold of Dick. She continued to guide him in prolonged regular thrusts. Her thighs tight against Dick ribs.
The pumping became vigorous as did the sensuous sounds of pleasure. Nadine's sweet stifled moans intermingled with Dick's labouring tones. The air became thick with the symphony of sex and humid with carnal passion. The sexual energy was palpable. 

The orgasmic pressure built until Dick finally came with a climactic nova eruption.

Nadine St Ives - Part 1: An audience with Nadine St Ives (November 2013)

Dick found himself in a modern-style room filled with straight lines and defined edges. The far wall was almost completely glass. The window allowed plenty of natural light to stream through, however, it framed a rather vacant grey wall out in courtyard. The reflected dullness of the wall reproached the cheerful sunshine outside. 

Inside, some oddly jarring artwork hung on one of the walls in a strange juxtaposition which unbalanced the room. Opposite, there were two single beds separated by a nightstand.

Dick sat in an armchair in the corner. Nadine stood by the bureau. She was wearing a simple yet attractively body hugging dress which would have been at home in any corporate environment. Cutting tastefully below the knee line, the dress was two toned with a monochrome pattern on the front and solid black on the back. It was a contrast to her milky white flesh and flaming boy-cut hair.

Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? She spoke with a soft, genial voice.

Dick thought he detected a slight accent which he couldn't quite place. It was definitely Australian, but there were inflections of sophisticated proper English.

Gastronomy was far from Dicks thoughts at this particular point in time. He was much too stimulated by his surroundings and by his gorgeous companion. 

He said he wasn't hungry, but invited her to get something for herself.

Nadine picked up the receiver and placed an order. She stepped out of a pair of precipitous heels as she spoke and peddled in a cat-like fashion on the carpet.

Dick took the opportunity to appreciate Nadine's form. The fitting dress was an allusion to a sexy ectomorphic figure beneath and Dick could not help but ogle her while her attention was diverted.

When Nadine was done, she came over to join Dick. Nadine sat on the bed opposite him. Their knees close to touching. She crossed her long creamy skinned legs. Her skirt hitching up slightly above her knee. A serendipitous brush of her ankle against the inside of his calf sent an arc of excitement running up Dick's leg and tingling up his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

She gazed at him with eyes of jade from behind thick framed tortoise shell glasses, not unlike Dick's own. There was an element of geek about her and a seriously sexy librarian vibe. 

Dick fought through his psychosomatic nervous mutism to engage in some entertaining ice-breaking conversation. Nadine was engaging with her pithy observations and jocular tonality. She invited him to appreciate the non-vista beyond the glass and even pointed out the peculiarities of the incongruent art adorning the walls.

She was charmingly self deprecating, professing herself a Queenslander then declaring that they were not "her type of people". She leaned in slightly and whispered this last part as if sharing a secret. 

Nadine also revealed that she was currently supporting a disco fetish. Soon, the sounds of Chic, her favourite rock-disco band were filling the room. 

The hotel staff came and went, leaving a collection of cheeses, fruit, crackers and a bottle of South Australian Cabernet Sauvignon. Selecting the appropriate glasses from the bureau, Nadine poured the wine and offered Dick a glass. Dick shifted to the bed and the two clinked glasses and sipped.

Long before they even touched, Dick had a good feeling about this hastily organised impromptu rendezvous. To Dick, she was something exotic. Far removed from his typical Eurasian fare. Disarming simply by way of her natural being. The nascent sense of arousal was undeniable. 

Dick smiled inwardly. It was going to be an afternoon delight.

Nia - February 2012

I am sharing the afternoon with singularly stunning beauty called Nia. Wine glasses in hand, the conversation flows freely. Nia is candid, openly sharing intimate details of her life and how she had come to be sharing herself with me on this occasion. There's an irresistible realness about this lady; and I like it.

Nia invites me over to the bed. I quickly make myself naked as she begins peeling off her skirt and blouse. Her long slender body is adorned with tiny articles of black satin and lace. Simple lingerie framing a flat and toned mid section (obviously the result countless hours of hard work). A pair of long sexy thigh high stockings covering an endless pair of legs. Rich dark hair is tied back in a simple ponytail. A sensuously felinesque face accented by piercing hazel-blue eyes and cheeky Cheshire grin; a feature I was to become most intimately acquainted with.

Nia straddles me. We kiss with the passion and familiar intimacy of long lost lovers. Unclasping her little black bra, I slide one hand under the cup, allowing the lacey straps to fall off her slender shoulders. A gentle flick from Nia and its gone and forgotten by the bed side.

I inhale everything about her. The long, sweetly scented neck. The small pert breasts. The soft kissable lips.

Nia begins working her way south. Her mouth exploring various erogenous regions along the way. Lustrous eyes are locked with mine in a seductive and sultry gaze as she descends. The tongue play is exquisite, as Nia paints an erotic picture of my engorged member with her mouth. Before long, Nia is sucking me in earnest with varying techniques of lascivious bobbing occasionally interspersed with a carnal deep throat plunge.

Needing a change of pace (mostly to avoid exploding in her mouth), I flip Nia over and gently lay her down on bed. Removing the last of the stringy ornaments, I find myself face to pussy. I allow myself a moment to appreciate this most glorious of feminine delicacies. It's clean shaven. Looking sumptuous, tight and inviting. I lightly trace the edges of her delicate pussy lips with my tongue, savouring the sweetness and the promise of more intense flavour as I draw ever closer to it's centre.

I finally give her delicious pussy a full-blooded lap. Slowly running my tongue her entire vaginal length. I finish with a teasing flicker of her clitoris. A deep moan of appreciation is the reward for my efforts. The gentle arch of her back and a yearning pelvic thrust is my cue that more is required. And I am happy to oblige.

However, before long Nia interrupts my feast. Lifting my chin gently, she whispers, "Put it in". Again, I am happy to oblige.

I slowly slide myself into her pussy; which by now is well lubricated with a mixture of my own saliva and Nia's natural juices. The first stroke feels heavenly. As I reach full penetration, I almost blow my load. I take a moment to compose myself before continuing with slow strokes. However, Nia interrupts me again. This time grasping my buttocks with both hands and whispering "Leave it in!".

Taking control, Nia guides me in prolonged pelvic thrusts into her vagina. At the peak of each thrust, she pauses, holding me deep. Strong vaginal muscles convulsing and gripping me. It's a curiously sublime sensation.

With each prolonged thrust, she brings herself closer and closer until finally, with one lasting thrust, Nia achieves an intense climax. A cheeky Cheshire grin materialising across her effervescent face.

With the lady's needs taken care of, attention is now turned the quelling of my own appetite. We explore a range of positions, before assuming one of my favourite finishing positions - cowgirl. The pace becoming feverish and vigorous. It's a passionate blur of kissing, caressing and rhythmic sex. The moment arrives before long and I lose my first load in an explosive orgasm deep inside Nia.

Libidinous desires satisfied (at least ephemerally), we lounge luxuriously on the bed, head to feet. Reclining back on her elbows, one knee bent over the other, Nia shows off the shapely curve of her petite posterior. She's clearly comfortable in her own skin, casually conversing with me as I lightly stroke her legs and thighs.

The remainder of the afternoon is spent lost in conversation and more of that tenaciously penetrative style of sex that is unique to Nia. I am treated to the sight of that priceless Chesire grin another three times. I also reach a second glorious climax at the peak of a lasting thrust deep inside Nia as she is straddled over a pillow in doggie.

A glance over at the clock reveals that the booking time has well elapsed. I try to apologise but Nia graciously dismisses this with a smile. Nia is generous with herself and her time. She is genuine in nature and engaging in speech. A real gem and I am thankful for the time we shared together. 

Constance Azura - part 2

Sexy lingerie was one of Dick's hamartia. As far as Dick was concerned, there was nothing more quintessentially feminine than lace and satin. The corset wrapped around Constance's svelte frame setting off her tiny waist against her sexy hips. Dick visualised a delectable box of sweets wrapped in red lace and ribbons.
Dick denuded. They kissed. Her body pressed against his. His hardness pressed back against her. Dick's physical desire was telling and Constance had no difficulty in reading it. She responded by lowering her mouth to meet his excitement.

Dick gasped at the feel of being inside her mouth. A thrillful shiver travelling down his spine. His sensitivity heightened at the sight of Constance on her knees between his legs. Her face buried in his lap and flowing locks cast about his body.
Constance held a steady pace. Dispensing incredible waves of pleasure with each gentle bob of her head. He held her head gently. There was no need to guide her for she knew exactly what she was doing. It was more for the simple pleasure of touching her. He gently stroked her hair, allowing the soft strands to run between his fingers.
Constance's devine fellatio skills, soon brought Dick to the precipice. He knew it was time to return the favour.
He rolled Constance onto her back. Her diminutive form nestled amongst the folds and crests of the soft Egyptian sheets. The peek-a-boo panties were removed, but the corset was retained.
Dick was hungry for cunnilingus and greedily devoured her clean, hairless pussy. The taste was sweet and the scent hypnotic. Constance's crotch quickly becoming soaked in a cocktail of their juices.
Constance's breath became frenetic and laboured. A tumult of deep pleasurable moans intermingling with the sounds of Van Morrison.
The sweets sounds of sex are the best kind of music. Dick thought to himself.
Constance's body became hyperkinetic. Her back arching, her hips bucking wildly as Dick's tongue worked furiously between the delicious interstice of Constance's thighs.
The cunnilingus was delightfully interminable. His stalwart efforts, however, did not result in a orgasmic release for Constance. A disappoint for Dick. Something he felt he was obliged to rectify in the future. But right now, he really wanted to fuck Constance.
But Constance had other ideas. They exchanged position and she straddled him. Dick struggled to remove the complicated corset. Fingers fumbling for the clasps. With Constance's assistance it was eventually removed, to reveal a pair of small pert breasts topped by the cutest erect nipples.
She eased herself onto his cock. Reaching full penetration, she brought herself back to the zenith for another full stroke. Then the sex got slightly rough. Constance began to ride Dick hard. With both palms on the bed head, she pushed back onto him hard with each stroke.

They switched to missionary. Constance drew her knees high for maximum penetration. Grasping both of Dick buttocks firmly, she pulled him into herself in earnest. It was lasting pleasure and hard work.
Dick withdrew. He hopped off the bed and stepped towards the desk. Hand outstretched for Constance to join him. She did.
She turned her back to him and bent over, stomach flat to the desktop. Her arms embracing the flat surface. Her hands clasping around the edges. Her buttocks were firm, pert and perky. A tattoo of a flowing dragon in flight hugging the contours down one side of her back.
Dick took hold of her young hips and entered Constance from behind. Constance groaned and reached around to grab Dick's butt cheek and pulled him into yearning pussy firmly. Dick responded and started to fuck Constance hard. The lamp sitting upon the desk began shaking violently with each forceful stroke. Constance's appetite was insatiable.
Dick pulled out of her again and moved to the swivel chair. Constance mounted him for a chair fuck. She straddled him in a squat, both feet on the chair on either side of Dick. He could enjoy the pleasure of being face to face with Constance. To kiss her while she fucked him in the chair.
The chair reclined with each of Constance's thrusts. It was like fucking on a trampoline. A wholly unique experience for Dick.
Soon, Dick could no longer hold back. He wanted (needed) to cum. But he wanted to be in control when he did it. He lifted Constance from the chair, whilst still deep inside her and placed her on the edge of the bed. Standing off the edge, he fucked Constance hard and fast. He finally reached a glorious climax deep inside Constance. Endorphins! Ecstasy. Heaven. It was abject gratification.
The conversation continued after the sex. Constance recited a list of her favourite musical artists. None of which Dick had ever heard of. She showed them off to Dick on her Mac. Dick liked her taste in music. It was cool and mellow. They nibbled on fruit and drank expensive champagne from glass tumblers. He marvelled at her body and how comfortable she was in her own skin. Skin that was the colour of a cafe latte and soft to the touch. Her body was young, supple and athletic. He couldn't keep his hand off her. Running his fingers up and down the length of her slender body as casually as he could as they talked.
They fucked again. Twice more before the night was out. It was hard to tell who was fucking who. It didn't matter to Dick. He was happy to have spent a few short hours with this special lady and eager to see her again soon.