Mr. B's Surprise for Me
My body was still tingling from the massively, intense orgasm, Mr. B gave me. I felt like I drank a whole bottle of champagne by myself. Floating on air and glowing as brightly as the full moon in the night sky. Mr. B took the place of our driver to hold the door open for me to climb inside. The driver went to the other side to open the door for Mr. B. He was only away from me for two seconds, but I missed him immediately. What was this man doing to me? I don't get attached this easily. Somehow Mr. B has a way of getting past my barriers to get to the center of me. It's like he possesses the blueprints to my soul, my heart's desires. Desires I didn't even realize I had. I don't know how, but I like it.
"So are we going to my place or yours?" I wasn't ready for the evening to be over. Mr. B placed his hand on my thigh and leaned in for a kiss.
"Well, first we're going to your place so you can pack an overnight bag."
"Then to your place?" I asked trying not to show too much excitement. Mr. B didn't answer my question. I thought maybe he failed to hear me, so I asked again. This time looking Mr. B in his face so he could also read my lips. Yet he still refused to answer my question. All Mr. B said was
"Sahara... all you have to do is trust me. I would never steer you wrong or put you in harms way. Can you do that?" He held his hand out to me and all I had to do was place mine in his to confirm that I could trust him. I knew in my gut that I could. So place my hand in his was what I did. Mr. B pulled me close to him, I laid my head on his shoulder and we rode to my place in comfortable silence.
When we got to my place the driver got out of the car to open Mr. B's door.
"This will be a brief stop. The lady will be back down and then we'll head to our final destination." Mr. B informed the driver.
"Very well, sir."
Mr. B walked to my door to let me out. "What should I pack? I have no idea where we're going or what all we'll be doing. Couldn't you give me a tiny hint?" I was like a kid trying to get clues of what my Christmas presents might be.
"You're a smart woman. You'll know what to bring. No more worrying and second guessing. Okay? Remember... trust me." I simply smiled and nodded. Off I went to pack for my next adventure with Mr. B. First I walked in the building as seductively as I could, knowing Mr. B's eyes were on me. But as soon I was out of Mr. B's line of sight. I kicked off my heels so I could run to my apartment. The elevator can be so slow that I didn't want to wait, so I took the stairs. Luckily I only lived on the third floor. As soon as I got in the door, I grabbed my phone and called work to leave a message. But first I had to calm down so I could convincingly sound sick.
"Ugh. Ello, this is Sahara John... ahhchoo, cough, cough. Johnson. I'm not feeling well and won't be in for the rest of the week. Ahhchoo." Work is covered. Now to pack and to freshen up a bit.
About twenty minutes or so later I was back to the car. Mr. B was still standing by the car and was finishing up a phone call. He took my bag and held the door open for me to get inside. Then he placed my bag in the trunk. Mr. B climbed inside the car and pulled out a pair of eyeshades.
"Put these on, please."
I knew not to ask anymore questions. So I brought myself practically nose to nose with Mr. B and looked into his eyes. "Put them on me, yourself."
Mr. B flashed that sexy smile of his and told me to turn around. Then darkness was all that I saw.
"To our final destination." Mr. B signaled to the driver. He pulled me back to relax in his arms, all while placing sweet kisses on my neck and lips. Soon we arrived and Mr. B removed the eyeshades, to reveal we were at a four star hotel. I was flabbergasted. I guessed we were going to his place. But I was pleasantly wrong.
Mr. B grabbed both our bags, tipped the driver and sent him on his way. We headed inside and I noticed we went to the elevator instead of the front desk. "Hmm. So he had this all planned. Wonder what else he has in store."
Eleven floors later, Mr. B and I arrived to our sanctuary for the evening. He opened the door and I walked into the most luxurious suite I've ever seen. It was more like a luxury apartment than hotel room. But the real surprise awaited me in the bedroom.
There were candles all about the room, fresh fruit and champagne next to the bed and a trail of rose petals from the door to the bed. There was even a bouquet of red roses for me on the bed.
"Oh. My. God! This is too much!" As I inhaled the fragrant scent of the roses. I couldn't believe my eyes. No one as ever done something so romantic for me. Mr. B took the roses from my hands to lay them on the bedside table. Looking deep into my eyes.
"Nothing is too much for a woman like you. You shall never have to want for anything. All you need to do is ask." That's when Mr. B placed the eyeshades back over my eyes. He turned me around, unzipped my dres, slid the sleeves off my shoulders and let it fall over my curves to my feet. Next Mr. B unclasped my bra and let that too, fall to the floor. Then Mr. B lifted me, placed me on the bed and removed my heels. Me lying on my back, clad only in my garter, black thigh high stockings and his eyeshades. I could hear Mr. B moving around the room. He turned on soft music, making the setting even more romantic. My sight being taken away seemed to have heightened my other senses. The smell of his cologne excited me even more. The taste of the fruit Mr. B fed to me tasted so fresh and sweet. He would have me bite into the ripest and sweetest strawberries I've ever tasted. Then he would rub the strawberries on different areas of my body and lick off the juices. First on my neck, then my lips. Next it was my erect nipples, then around my belly button. Till finally between my thighs. Slow, sensual licks and kisses Mr. B placed on my yoni. My hands on the top of his head, as my hips gyrated to the steady rhythm of his skillful tongue.
"Yes! Oh shit! Your tongue feels sooo good! Ooohhh, don't stop! Fuck yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" my body quivering and shaking so hard that it could probably register at a 7.8 on the Richter scale. Even after that massive orgasm, plus the one I had earlier I somehow had a burst of energy. I tore off the eyeshades and practically attacked Mr. B like I was possessed by a Succubus. I clawed at his clothes trying to desperately get them off. I needed to have him inside me. I longed for his orgasm. Once Mr. B was completely naked, I pushed him onto his back and placed the eyeshades upon his eyes. I could tell Mr. B was enjoying my aggressiveness, by the smile on his face and the subtle moans. Mr. B's cock was already hard and standing perfectly at attention. I straddled him and slowly slide my wet cunt down his ridgid shaft. We both let out a moan.
"Aaahhhhh!!"
Mr. B felt so good inside me! I started riding him nice and slow. Then I went faster and faster. Till I was riding Mr. B like a jockey trying to win the Kentucky Derby. My ass bouncing up and down his cock. Mr. B's hands grabbing my hips and slapping my ass, felt so damn good! My hips grinding while he thrust his pelvis. I fucked Mr. B as he fucked me right back. I could feel him getting tense. Mr. B was at the edge of his orgasm.
"Oh, shit! Sahara! I'm bout to cum, baby!"
That's when I slid his drenched cock from my pussy and slid him into my mouth. I hungrily sucked Mr. B's cock as I stroked him. Mr. B propped himself on his elbows to watch me suck his lingam.
"Yeah, that's it! Just like that! Yeah! Suck that dick, baby!"
The things Mr. B said turned me on. I loved every single moan. It made me feel powerful to have this effect on Mr. B.
"Ooohhhh! Yyyyeeeaaahhhh! Uugghhh!!!"
Just like that Mr. B was shooting sweet, warm cum in my mouth. I continued to suck. I wanted to extract every drop that he was willing to release. When Mr. B couldn't handle anymore he tried to push me away. I released him from between my lips with a giggle. Mr. B flopped back on the pillow, letting out a sigh of relief and pleasure.
"Whew! Damn! Sahara... you just don't know what you do to me."
"Umm... I think I have a pretty good idea, cause you're doing the same thing to me."
Mr. B held his hand out to me, to invite me to lay with him. I made myself comfortable laying partially on him. One of legs drapped over him, my head resting on his chest. Mr. B's arms holding me. There we blissfully laid. Me falling asleep to the sound of Mr. B's heartbeat.
... to be continued.
"So are we going to my place or yours?" I wasn't ready for the evening to be over. Mr. B placed his hand on my thigh and leaned in for a kiss.
"Well, first we're going to your place so you can pack an overnight bag."
"Then to your place?" I asked trying not to show too much excitement. Mr. B didn't answer my question. I thought maybe he failed to hear me, so I asked again. This time looking Mr. B in his face so he could also read my lips. Yet he still refused to answer my question. All Mr. B said was
"Sahara... all you have to do is trust me. I would never steer you wrong or put you in harms way. Can you do that?" He held his hand out to me and all I had to do was place mine in his to confirm that I could trust him. I knew in my gut that I could. So place my hand in his was what I did. Mr. B pulled me close to him, I laid my head on his shoulder and we rode to my place in comfortable silence.
When we got to my place the driver got out of the car to open Mr. B's door.
"This will be a brief stop. The lady will be back down and then we'll head to our final destination." Mr. B informed the driver.
"Very well, sir."
Mr. B walked to my door to let me out. "What should I pack? I have no idea where we're going or what all we'll be doing. Couldn't you give me a tiny hint?" I was like a kid trying to get clues of what my Christmas presents might be.
"You're a smart woman. You'll know what to bring. No more worrying and second guessing. Okay? Remember... trust me." I simply smiled and nodded. Off I went to pack for my next adventure with Mr. B. First I walked in the building as seductively as I could, knowing Mr. B's eyes were on me. But as soon I was out of Mr. B's line of sight. I kicked off my heels so I could run to my apartment. The elevator can be so slow that I didn't want to wait, so I took the stairs. Luckily I only lived on the third floor. As soon as I got in the door, I grabbed my phone and called work to leave a message. But first I had to calm down so I could convincingly sound sick.
"Ugh. Ello, this is Sahara John... ahhchoo, cough, cough. Johnson. I'm not feeling well and won't be in for the rest of the week. Ahhchoo." Work is covered. Now to pack and to freshen up a bit.
About twenty minutes or so later I was back to the car. Mr. B was still standing by the car and was finishing up a phone call. He took my bag and held the door open for me to get inside. Then he placed my bag in the trunk. Mr. B climbed inside the car and pulled out a pair of eyeshades.
"Put these on, please."
I knew not to ask anymore questions. So I brought myself practically nose to nose with Mr. B and looked into his eyes. "Put them on me, yourself."
Mr. B flashed that sexy smile of his and told me to turn around. Then darkness was all that I saw.
"To our final destination." Mr. B signaled to the driver. He pulled me back to relax in his arms, all while placing sweet kisses on my neck and lips. Soon we arrived and Mr. B removed the eyeshades, to reveal we were at a four star hotel. I was flabbergasted. I guessed we were going to his place. But I was pleasantly wrong.
Mr. B grabbed both our bags, tipped the driver and sent him on his way. We headed inside and I noticed we went to the elevator instead of the front desk. "Hmm. So he had this all planned. Wonder what else he has in store."
Eleven floors later, Mr. B and I arrived to our sanctuary for the evening. He opened the door and I walked into the most luxurious suite I've ever seen. It was more like a luxury apartment than hotel room. But the real surprise awaited me in the bedroom.
There were candles all about the room, fresh fruit and champagne next to the bed and a trail of rose petals from the door to the bed. There was even a bouquet of red roses for me on the bed.
"Oh. My. God! This is too much!" As I inhaled the fragrant scent of the roses. I couldn't believe my eyes. No one as ever done something so romantic for me. Mr. B took the roses from my hands to lay them on the bedside table. Looking deep into my eyes.
"Nothing is too much for a woman like you. You shall never have to want for anything. All you need to do is ask." That's when Mr. B placed the eyeshades back over my eyes. He turned me around, unzipped my dres, slid the sleeves off my shoulders and let it fall over my curves to my feet. Next Mr. B unclasped my bra and let that too, fall to the floor. Then Mr. B lifted me, placed me on the bed and removed my heels. Me lying on my back, clad only in my garter, black thigh high stockings and his eyeshades. I could hear Mr. B moving around the room. He turned on soft music, making the setting even more romantic. My sight being taken away seemed to have heightened my other senses. The smell of his cologne excited me even more. The taste of the fruit Mr. B fed to me tasted so fresh and sweet. He would have me bite into the ripest and sweetest strawberries I've ever tasted. Then he would rub the strawberries on different areas of my body and lick off the juices. First on my neck, then my lips. Next it was my erect nipples, then around my belly button. Till finally between my thighs. Slow, sensual licks and kisses Mr. B placed on my yoni. My hands on the top of his head, as my hips gyrated to the steady rhythm of his skillful tongue.
"Yes! Oh shit! Your tongue feels sooo good! Ooohhh, don't stop! Fuck yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" my body quivering and shaking so hard that it could probably register at a 7.8 on the Richter scale. Even after that massive orgasm, plus the one I had earlier I somehow had a burst of energy. I tore off the eyeshades and practically attacked Mr. B like I was possessed by a Succubus. I clawed at his clothes trying to desperately get them off. I needed to have him inside me. I longed for his orgasm. Once Mr. B was completely naked, I pushed him onto his back and placed the eyeshades upon his eyes. I could tell Mr. B was enjoying my aggressiveness, by the smile on his face and the subtle moans. Mr. B's cock was already hard and standing perfectly at attention. I straddled him and slowly slide my wet cunt down his ridgid shaft. We both let out a moan.
"Aaahhhhh!!"
Mr. B felt so good inside me! I started riding him nice and slow. Then I went faster and faster. Till I was riding Mr. B like a jockey trying to win the Kentucky Derby. My ass bouncing up and down his cock. Mr. B's hands grabbing my hips and slapping my ass, felt so damn good! My hips grinding while he thrust his pelvis. I fucked Mr. B as he fucked me right back. I could feel him getting tense. Mr. B was at the edge of his orgasm.
"Oh, shit! Sahara! I'm bout to cum, baby!"
That's when I slid his drenched cock from my pussy and slid him into my mouth. I hungrily sucked Mr. B's cock as I stroked him. Mr. B propped himself on his elbows to watch me suck his lingam.
"Yeah, that's it! Just like that! Yeah! Suck that dick, baby!"
The things Mr. B said turned me on. I loved every single moan. It made me feel powerful to have this effect on Mr. B.
"Ooohhhh! Yyyyeeeaaahhhh! Uugghhh!!!"
Just like that Mr. B was shooting sweet, warm cum in my mouth. I continued to suck. I wanted to extract every drop that he was willing to release. When Mr. B couldn't handle anymore he tried to push me away. I released him from between my lips with a giggle. Mr. B flopped back on the pillow, letting out a sigh of relief and pleasure.
"Whew! Damn! Sahara... you just don't know what you do to me."
"Umm... I think I have a pretty good idea, cause you're doing the same thing to me."
Mr. B held his hand out to me, to invite me to lay with him. I made myself comfortable laying partially on him. One of legs drapped over him, my head resting on his chest. Mr. B's arms holding me. There we blissfully laid. Me falling asleep to the sound of Mr. B's heartbeat.
... to be continued.
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