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“I have some work to do, I can arrange for you to go into the city if you’d like?” He questioned.
“That’s okay; I can sleep more if you need to do something.” She responded with a yawn.
She had on a big thick robe, but that had opened when he’d willed it with just his thoughts. The simple fact that she understood perfectly what would please him from just an expression on his face was enough to tell him how perfect she was. Her willingness and new found sexual appetite were more fuel added to his already narcotic addition to the alabaster female.
Now her naked front was pressed against him, all of him, and he tuned into her tight nipples as they pushed through the silk of his shirt. Then he stroked over her bottom again, letting his hand pet her palest flesh. She made a purring sound, and rolled against his groin, and he began to harden. She moved her hips when she felt his length strain between their bodies, and she leaned up and kissed his neck, traveling her hands up to the back of his head as she pushed her pelvis against his hardness.
“You are a good girl to stay naked for me.”
“Omar, I have an ache to please you.” Anna said just before she grounded her sex against his clothed groin. His cock jumped and he gripped at her waist. “I need to please you, Omar; it is all that is important to me now.”
“Ahhh Anna, you are more pleasing to me than I could have ever imagined.” He repositioned his hands on her bottom and bucked up against her body. She reciprocated and dug her fingers into his hair.
Their tongues danced and tangled and his grip on her plump bottom grew more insistent along with her undulations against his groin. “Yes, Yes Omar, I ache for you to be inside me.” She replied between kisses.
He stood and carried her to the bed and carefully set her down. Her robe fell partially off her shoulders and her ample bosom rose and fell with her labored breaths. He stalled, and his hand took on a small tremble. She blinked up at him and then reached out to help unbuckle his belt and then his fly. He waited for her. She took her time, turning the undressing into a sort of ritual. He stroked a hand over her hair and swayed as she carefully lowered the fly of his slacks.
His cock continued to fill, lift and harden, and his thighs ached from the building pressure. She raised her eyes to his and then stroked up the expanse of his length as it strained behind his shorts. She muttered, “Omar, you are magnificent.”
“Goddess,” left his mouth in a strangled moment as she gently cupped up and under his heavy sack.
She then finished unbuttoning his shirt and he let it fall to the floor. She slid his pants over his tight hips and then they too were in a puddle at his feet. She licked her lips and gave him a pleading expression. He nodded and then dropped his shorts to fall around his ankles. He jutted up and out and the tip of his cock was already shiny with pre-cum. She licked her lips again.
Her small hand shook as she wrapped her pale fingers around his base, and she pulled on him. His hips bucked into her grip, and he made a sound of need and appreciation at what she was doing. When he made that sound, her tiny fist tightened and she leaned forward to suckle at just the bulging crown of his manhood. He made the sound again; she dove farther over him, sheathing most of his rigid arousal inside the warm, wet confines of her mouth.
His hands went to the back of her head, and he held her as she began sucking and drawing on his length with her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed more of him into her mouth. He held her head, but didn’t force anything. She was exploring and experimenting and he knew she was as aroused as he was. He could scent her desire and visually he could see her puckered nipples and straining breasts.
She dove farther and farther over his length and he got harder and harder until it became an almost painful thing. Then, without his help, she pushed his engorged tip past her gag response and seated all of him down deeply inside her neck. His voice was guttural and gravely, “Anna. Goddess!” Then his words were lost and it was only sounds.
Anna’s hands went to his hips and then his firm ass and she gripped at him, holding him to her face. Her body rolled against the bed in unison to what her mouth was doing at his groin. She was warm, and insistent and the consistent sucking, drawing and then the massaging of his balls, caused his seed to lift much too quickly. She felt it and increased her pace and tempo. One of her hands migrated to her own pussy and she began rubbing at her clit. Her other hand insisted he stay pinned to her face.
She reached up and put her own hand over his, at the back of her skull, and she pushed on the outside of his, indicating she wanted him to hold her, or insist and push her face to his groin like he’d done that first time in the bathroom in the New York Penthouse. He obeyed and tightened his grip on her skull, and he released his frantic need to pump his hips. He began pumping her mouth, slowly at first, holding her head and sliding himself in and out of her oral cavity.
She liked it, she loved it, or at least that was what her sounds were indicating; so he increased his pace, and his thrusts and she again went back to rubbing her own pussy. With her other hand she lifted, cupped and rubbed at his balls. His seed rushed to escape and he stalled himself as long as he could, grunting and groaning and pumping her face with more and more urgency. She rubbed harder at her clit and then she started twitching and choking, but also insisting he go faster, harder, she wanted more.
There were a few violent moments when he was certain he would hurt her, but she didn’t fight him, only took it, took all of him, down her neck, in and out of her slobber dripping lips. Her body flushed pink and then ran with goosebumps. She began twitching uncontrollably, and he thrust his cock deeply, and as far as he was physically able, down into her throat. Her lips me
t his groin and she swallowed repeatedly and a muffled scream that he more felt than heard rattled up through her entire body.
He came, she came, and they both enunciated their joy at the mutual release. He cupped her head and she devoured what he’d just spewed into her. When she finally unseated him from her mouth, she cleaned him and lapped at him and seemed completely lost in the experience. He looked down the line of her body and saw where she’d left a wet puddle on the bedspread, and he marveled at her openness and unashamed sexuality.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Omar tucked me back into bed and darkened the room again. I was completely sated in that moment, and shocked that my body could orgasm from giving him oral. My thighs were still damp from my own release, and the sweet taste of Omar was on my lips. I felt complete and whole and as if perhaps before him, I’d been only half a person. Somehow, whenever we joined and fused our bodies, my heart and soul would expand and I would be overcome with a need to satisfy him. In doing so, it fed me, and I still couldn’t understand why it worked that way, but it did.
I quickly fell back asleep and I dreamt of a life with Omar, of being his wife. I even had thoughts of giving him a son that could carry on his magnificent line. Most of all, I dreamt of a life I’d never previously comprehended.
When I woke again, and unfurled the magic window coverings, I discovered it was near dusk. The city below was beginning to shimmer with a different kind of light. The tall buildings glistened and reflected the sunset, and the streets became increasingly packed with cars and other modes of transport. It dawned on me that in the desert, they probably did most of their outside living during the evening hours. Off at the edge of the brilliant art inspired architecture that I could see everywhere I looked was the dark blue-green-turquoise of the ocean. Lights flashed and winked from the horizon as well and I suddenly felt as if I were in a space ship or better yet, a space station; a fully self-contained bio-sphere that was orbiting the blue and white of the planet below.
I took a quick shower and put on jeans and a tee shirt, again going without a bra, although it was a dark tee so nothing really showed. I was beginning to like the feel of my heavy breasts when they laid against my sternum, and also how they would sway and move when I walked. I was getting into being a sexual being, and I liked it a lot. I think Omar was also enjoying the woman he’d released. At least his ever verbal appreciation of my ministrations on his body made it appear as if he was quite pleased.
I wandered out of my room and down the long curving staircase that reminded me of a southern plantation mansion. There was no evidence of other people around apart from a few lights that had been turned on. I meandered, kind of lost, but also enjoying the incredible beauty of his home. I already knew he had great taste, but I couldn’t help and marvel at the show of wealth.
The part of the estate I’d just walked into seemed more a museum or gallery than it did a home. There was every kind of art work imaginable; famous paintings, sculptures, bronze statues, objects that I assumed were valuable, but I had no reference for. All I knew, every piece I laid my eyes upon was incredibly beautiful and pleasing, and the arrangements and installations caused a perfect flow to the large, long room. It all told a story of travel, discoveries, acquisitions, opulence and royalty. I sat and soaked in the feel of the room and also wondered at my own inner contentment.
“Mistress,” I turned to see a small woman in a dark navy pantsuit. Her hair was in a bun and tight to her scalp, and her head was bowed.
“Hi, please call me Anna.”
