She bucked her hips at my face and moaned like crazy. Her body began to tremble. I pushed her over the edge when I gently nibbled her clit. She closed her eyes and experienced an indescribable temporary ecstacy. Her pussy and asshole contracted around my fingers. I continued to suck her pussy until she pushed me away.
About a minute passed – she sat up, then stood up. I stood up beside her; she grabbed my leash and led me over to a single folding chair that had been placed in the middle of the stage. Sitting in the chair was a cherry red-colored g-spot vibrator. While holding my leash, Ebonee picked up the vibrator and motioned for me to sit down.
After I sat down, she got onto her knees in front of me and opened my thighs. She got in between my thighs; her head was level with my stomach. She grazed my sides with her soft hands. I bit my bottom lip and watched while she flicked her tongue over my pierced navel. I couldn’t wait until she ate me.
Ebonee untied the sides of my thongs and pulled them off. She threw them into the amazed audience. They landed on the table of a group of men; each of them took turns smelling the crotch, which was filled with my sweet cream.
I smiled at them before looking down at Ebonee. She opened my thighs wider to gain more access to my delectable pussy. I could smell my own distinct, sweet smell by that time. I squeezed my tits hard. Ebonee opened my pussy lips and went straight to my clit. She had a tongue that reminded me of a snake’s hiss. She had a motor mouth: literally.
Her tongue felt like a mini-vibrator buzzing away at my clit. She paid special attention to the underside of my clit. The sensations she was creating were indescribable. Ebonee paused for a second and put the vibrator against my pussy lips. I knew I was in for multiple orgasms. The curved head opened me up. With just the tip of the vibrator in my pussy, she turned the vibration to maximum. The buzzing was incredible.
I twisted my hips in the seat and watched the vibrator sink into my pussy. When the curved head made it to my g-spot, I instantly exploded. My back came off of the chair, I moaned over the music, bit my bottom lip, clenched my eyes shut, and experienced an earth shattering orgasm. Ebonee held the toy in one place, right against my magical g-spot, while she suckled my clit. She nursed my clit like sweet milk was coming from it.
It only took a few more minutes for me to be pushed over the edge again. Pleasurable tightening sensations started at my feet and climbed up my legs. My pussy squeezed and released continuously, fire erupted from deep within. Ebonee smiled at me in satisfaction. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
As soon as I came down from that orgasm, she started back toying with my clit. With the humming against my overly sensitive g-spot and her motor-like tongue working together, I squeezed my eyes shut and rode the waves of pleasure that came over my body. It only took seconds for me to bust again.
I felt the familiar sensation of a full bladder. I screamed and locked my fingers in her hair. Two long streams of my sweet cum landed on her chin and lips. I felt like I had gone to ecstacy and back. Ebonee pulled the vibrator out as I came down from my third orgasm. She planted a wet kiss on my pussy before helping me out of the chair.
We went to the front of the stage and stood side by side with our hands locked together. Together, we bowed and smacked each other’s asses. On the way off of the stage, we collected the large heap of money that had collected at the end of the stage. When we got back into the dressing room, we counted up the money and split it in half. I was beyond satisfied when I learned that we got $800 a piece. Ebonee never mentioned being turned on by me, but I knew she truly was.
It was a little after two – I had on my clothes ready to go home. Right before I left the dressing room, Kidada said she had someone who wanted to talk to me. I was very exhausted and I didn’t really feel like hearing it but I followed her into her office anyway. When we got there, there was a middle-aged man in a very expensive suit sitting on the couch.
“This man’s name is Maurice Short. He would like to speak to you.” Kidada said before sitting behind her desk.
I sat in a chair next to the couch and hoped he wouldn’t take long.
“Can you make this quick because I’m truly tired.” I tried to sound as nice as possible.
“Oh, I don’t plan on taking up too much of your time.” his voice was deep and seductive.
“I’ve got a proposition for you…it’s definitely worthwhile.”
“Go on.” I quickly replied.
“Come stay with me for the weekend.”
“I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I’ve got a large house in the suburbs, no wife, no kids.”
“I need company. I saw the show – it was like lust at first sight.”
I laughed to myself and said, “Do you have any idea about how much that will cost you.”
“I don’t care.”
“I’m a lawyer…money doesn’t matter.”
“I just want to know if you’ll do it.”
It didn’t take me long to deliberate.
“For a weekend – starting tonight…five grand.”
“I’ll give you six if you satisfy me.”
That’s all he had to say. He gave me twenty-five hundred on the spot and told me that he had a limo outside waiting. I was beyond impressed. Kidada made him sign a contract before he left the office. I was grinning from ear to ear. My bills were going to be paid off. Also, the car note for my Infiniti would be taken care of.
I was very impressed by the limo. Maurice was not joking – money didn’t matter. I told him that we needed to stop at my apartment for a few minutes so I could gather up a few things. When we got there, he patiently waited in the black limo while I ran upstairs. I grabbed a duffle bag and threw everything from lingerie to jewelry inside of it. I was going to try my best to make him a regular customer.
Ten minutes later, I was back in his limo. I explained to him that we would use protection and there would be no kissing involved. He seemed a little disappointed about the kissing part, but I didn’t care. Kissing was a little too personal. We rode out to his house without touching. I was somewhat relieved because I really needed a shower. He made small talk, but I really didn’t listen. I was exhausted physically and mentally.
We pulled up in front of a large two story home about thirty minutes later. Every lawn in the neighborhood was freshly manicured and lined with palm trees. He wasted no time helping me out of the limo. We quickly went inside. I stood in the dark foyer and waited for him to cut on a light. When he cut on a light, I really noticed how attractive he was.
I guessed Maurice to be around 40 or so, but he could pass for 35. He had skin similar to mines – honey colored. His hair was cut low and he had nice dimples. Maurice’s eyes were almond shaped and inviting. I stared him up and down. He had on a tailored Armani suit that looked great on his six-foot frame.
“Would you like some water, juice, anything?” he asked.
“No. I’d like a shower. I’m really tired.” I said while yawning to emphasize my point.
He took my hand and lead me up the grand staircase. We walked down a short hall and stopped in front of two large doors. When he opened them, I was speechless. The master suite was expertly decorated. Inside was a large canopy bed, oversized dresser drawer, a flat-screen tv, live plants, expensive art, and other decorations. I was in awe and he knew it.
“This is where we’ll be sleeping.” he said while pointing at the king sized bed.
After cutting on a few lamps, he lead me to the master bath. I guessed it to be the size of my bedroom at home. It was ceiling to floor grey marble. The large mirrors were spotless. There was a large tub with jets in the middle of the bathroom. Across the room was a shower that could accommodate two people.
“Nice, isn’t it?” he said.
“Definitely.” was all I could manage to say.
I snapped out of my trance and went back into the bedroom with him. When I yawned, Maurice asked me if I was sleepy. I decided not to lie and say yes, but I made sure to tell him that I would be okay. He told me to take a shower and we could go to bed, and just save that for the next day. I was impressed. I figured I should at least invite him to shower with me.
“Wanna join me?” I said flirtatiously.
Maurice followed me into the lavish bathroom and started the glass shower. I quickly peeled off all of my clothes while he returned to the bedroom. When he walked back into the bathroom, he was totally naked. I was very impressed by his body. I could tell that he worked out on a regular basis. His dick was quite impressive too. Even though it was flaccid, it was very thick. I’d guess him to be around eight inches on hard and about three inches around. I looked forward to fucking him.
I opened the heavy glass door to the shower and ushered him inside. The hot spray was very refreshing. Before I could start cleaning myself, he reached for a large puffy sponge and put shower gel onto it. I thought he was going to wash himself. Instead, he ran it across my shoulders and arms. It was soothing to stand there and let him do the work. He soaped up my entire body – breasts, stomach, pussy, legs – everything.
Without a word, Maurice massaged my shoulders like a pro. His touch was very relaxing. I was impressed that he hadn’t tried anything sexual yet. After he massaged my shoulders, he asked me if he could wash my hair. I was in ecstacy. No man had ever catered to me like he was. Maurice washed my hair and washed himself.
Before we got out of the shower, Maurice stood in front of me and pulled me close. I wanted to melt in his inviting arms. I didn’t know what was coming over me. The aroma of the strawberry shampoo mixed with the hot spray made me weak in the knees. With his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, he began to suck on my neck.
I cooed in his ear and draped my arms over his shoulders. He gently sucked on my neck. Then, he nibbled my earlobes. “Can I at least kiss you on the cheek?” he whispered into my ear. I nodded my head yes. Maurice cut off the water and gently kissed me on the cheek. When we got out of the shower, he handed me a towel to dry off with. The plush material felt wonderful against my skin.
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