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We stumbled through the apartment in one another's arms, drunkenly, as much on one another's love as on the alcohol we'd consumed at dinner- and perhaps, far more so on the former than the latter. I loved the closeness of his body to my own as we swung haphazardly through the halls, nearly colliding with any number of passing objects as we spiraled into oblivion; grazing the corners of desks, coffee tables, knocking over a lamp, and both of us erupting in a reply of unrestrained giggles promptly afterward- he could afford a new one, of course... Hell, with his money, he could afford to buy the whole damn company that manufactured the thing.
At any rate, we somehow made it into his bedroom unscathed at last, and things began to come to a head- by which I mean, I began to feel his erection pushing up against me through the fabric of his pants, and the heat and stiffness of the enormous thing turned me on like you wouldn't believe...
He pulled me tighter, tighter, tighter, kissing me more and more ferociously, pulling on my lower lip with his teeth, rubbing his slightly stubble-prickled chin against the side of my cheek... And then, I found myself moaning, as his hands drifted upward, and the fingers collapsed, like the pincers of a crab, around the large, cushioned spheres of my breasts. My entire body tensed, and then slackened, as he caressed the succulent tits, pushing them across the course of my chest with the palms of his hand, and squeezing them together, thereby creating a large, fleshy swath of cleavage that was visible from beneath my blouse, which he then leaned down, and kissed with just as much fervor. His tongue rolled into the empty gap between them, and then slid back up out into the open, until he slowly veered up, and placed his mouth instead on the side of my neck. I giggled girlishly at this, as his lips melted and smeared and distorted, and I was forced to shrug my shoulder in order to shirk away the almost unbearable tickle. He continued to massage my breasts down below, his grip growing tighter and tighter and tighter on me by the minute, so that I actually began to shake beneath his clutches.
In response to this, I thought it only fair that I provide him with a little bit of torment of his own. With one hand, I reached behind him, and grabbed a generous handful of his tight, beautiful ass, pulling him toward me, and digging his erect cock deeper and deeper into the fabric of my dress. Then, with my free hand, I reached down between our nearly pasted-together bodies, and let my fingers seek out the warmth of his masculinity through the fabric. He gasped, and then moaned aloud as my grip wrapped around his fat, molten hot cock, squeezing tighter, tighter, tighter, giving him something to think about as he continued to play with my tits up above.
After some time of this, it became impossible for him not to pull away, and I found, with some amusement, that I now had total control over my billionaire lover through the tightly-clenched joystick. I used this knowledge to steer him over to the bed, the pain of my grip on him acting as the perfect steering wheel. I lowered him onto the bed with his legs dangling over the edge, and then released him, surprised for a glimmer of a moment at how readily I had taken to my new role as a sex kitten, as generally shy and reserved as I tended to be around men in most circumstances.
If nothing else, it was as good a proof as any of our sublime chemistry with one another...
I smiled at the thought, and then got down on the floor on my knees, my face, naturally, eye-level with his crotch. In as tantalizing a manner as possible I reached up, and undid the brass buckle of his belt, slowly, seductively peeling the serpentine leather from the loop of his pants, and casting it casually to the floor. Then, I unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and gingerly pulled his pants down to around his knees, and brought my hands back up to do the same with his boxer shorts. I braced myself for the sight of his exposed genitals as the fabric came falling down along his legs, and sure enough his stiff cock came popping out almost instantly.
I licked my lips lustfully at the thing, and then reached up, and allowed my fingers to collapse around the hot, molten shaft. He shuddered, and I started just tiniest bit at the heat of the thing, so scalding that it nearly burned my palm as I began to caress him, but the sensation not at all an unpleasant one- not by any stretch of the imagination...
I proceeded to jack him off with the expertise of an old pro. He sighed heavily, and I released him once more. He tilted his head back, and closed his eyes, clearly satisfied with my efforts, and even more so, I do believe, as I brought my face into him, still touching him.
At long last my lips pressed down against his base, and I held myself there, thrilled at the fact of his tip jabbing against the back of my throat, and somehow happy as hell that I was nearly choking on the beautiful bastard in his immensity. My lips, just barely, formed into a smile around the diameter of his penis, before returning to duty, and beginning to suck on him properly.
Again and again and again I did this, working myself into a steady, rhythmic bob, and preparing myself for him to cum in my mouth as I sucked and sucked and sucked.
But, as it turned out, he was far too much of a gentleman for this sort of thing- at least on the first date...
I could feel him throbbing between my cheeks, surely within a hair's breadth of ejaculation, when suddenly I felt the touch of his hand to my chin, indicating for me to extricate himself from my mouth. Confused, perhaps even moderately disappointed, I nonetheless did as instructed, opening my mouth, and giving him one last slurp as I pulled my lips away, and dabbed away the excess of saliva from the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand.
He pulled me up toward him, and suctioned his lips onto my own once again, surely tasting his own cock on my tongue as the two of us kissed, and the thought of it getting me wetter than hell between the thighs...
Speaking of which, I was about to discover the area in question as his intended destination, and so my disappointment at my delivery of oral sex before ejaculation quickly gave way to anticipation.
He peeled me out of my tight-fitting, constrictive black dress, lovingly letting his palms graze against the warmth and tightness of my curvature as he did so. The fabric flowed like liquid across the terrain of my body, slithering upward over my head, and then fluttering away altogether, leaving me standing beside him in nothing but my bra and panties- a fact which might have made me feel insecure around some other man, but which made me feel sexy as hell around my glorious new lover.
He leaned in, continuing to kiss me, and as he did so, his hands drifted up to my shoulders, slowly peeling away the straps of my bra, and sliding them gently down along my arms. I pulled my hands from the straps obediently, and allowed the sizable cups of the thing to be slid from my breasts, giving him a bare, fully exposed view of the upper half of my body. He seized hold of my tits almost instantly, his enthusiasm for the glorious things seeming renewed upon their revelation, and the warmth of his palms descending upon them like a gift from heaven. He pushed them around and around across my chest, filling them with sensations too glorious for words, and meanwhile allowing his kisses to drip down in their direction, from my lips, to the side of my neck, and at last to the breasts themselves, which he savored like the utmost of delicacies.
His tongue rolled and lapped around each of my considerable nipples, and his teeth sank lightly into the flesh, causing them to grow firm, erect, and to crackle with such perfect feeling that it made me cry out with happiness. And as he kissed, and drank from my bosom so fervently, his hands continued to slide their way down, down, down along my body, hooking into the lacy waistline of my panties, and peeling them down in the direction of my toes.
Suddenly, I gasped, my eyes growing wide, and then the lids fluttering shut, as I felt his hand enter into me, the fingers hooking into the wet folds of my vagina, and pushing around the flesh of the delicate organ with expert precision. His mouth proved not far at all from following, as at last he decided he'd had his fill of my breasts for the moment, and brought his lips down to make contact with those of my pussy.
I squealed, once again rather girlishly, and felt my body sparkle with feeling as he began to consume me. I had no idea how many women my billionaire lover had been with before me, nor had I any desire to think about the subject, but I could tell from the get-go that he was something of an expert cunnilinguist, and that every slight movement he made with his tongue was one of the utmost precision. He licked, and lapped, and swirled his tongue through the burning folds of my femininity, tossing and turning and slicing his way through my body in a fashion so fluid as to be almost playful, as enjoyable for himself, the giver, as it was for me, the receiver.
That, however, I knew to be an outright impossibility...
Because at that moment, such terrific sensations of pleasure were shooting through my body that I could hardly contain myself, coursing through my veins like a drug, pumping through my limbs, making me shake and scream and cry with delight, as an intense, unfathomable wave of orgasm came washing over me, leaving me dripping with sweat from head to toe.
And it was far from over- not by a long shot...
I slowly drifted down from the intense haze of climax, my vision gradually settling back into place, just in time to see him undressing, peeling the remainder of his clothes away like a snake shedding his skin. I had only a brief moment to admire his incredible naked body- the sculpted pecs, the sweaty, heaving washboard stomach, his bulging biceps- before he began to saunter over toward me, and such an intense look of lust in his eyes that I thought I might die by the time he got inside me.
I felt the springs of the bed, creaking with the addition of his weight, and I felt the heat of his body as he proceeded, ever so carefully, to mount me.
I squealed as I felt his hands on my ankles, but loved the feeling all the same of having my legs pushed back up toward my head, my ankles around my ears, and my pussy splayed wide for his consideration.
He climbed up onto me, keeping the legs pinned in place in such a manner that it was pleasantly difficult to breathe, and so that my breasts rolled up toward my chin with the force of gravity weighing down upon them. He looked me one last time in the eyes before I closed them, bracing myself, and biting my lower lips in anticipation.
I gasped as he entered me, my eyes springing immediately wide open once more. He pushed inside me, driving the immensity of himself up, up, up into me, inch by inch by inch of his incredible cock sliding into my body like a train pulling into a station. Finally, at long, long, long last, I felt him touch down inside me, at such a point that I felt that I might not be able to contain another ounce of his flesh should that be a necessity, and that I thought I would explode with pleasure.
He began to grind into me slowly, pulling his way back out of me ever so slightly, and then pushing himself back in tender at first, gentle, as though to make absolutely certain that it was as wonderful for me as it was for him- which of course it was.
And after a few minutes of this, once he was certain that he had the clearance for it, I think- and I say this in such a manner so as not to mince words- he fucked me like an animal...
