0 comments/ 47806 views/ 4 favorites Angelique By: Mr_Neb Angelique wasn't at all shocked by the request her husband made during their dinner out. She was always up for something new and exciting in their sex life. Fulfilling Paul's fantasy of watching his sex-crazed wife make it with another man did not stretch the limits of her inhibitions in any way. She was instantly intrigued by the whole idea. There was something very appealing to her about the idea that she could please one man with her sexual prowess and please another by putting on a show for him. All during the ride home, her mind flashed with images of her having sex with a stranger, fantasizing that her husband was secretively watching and taking matters into his own hands. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter all during the ride home. Angelique took control of the whole concept. She and her husband checked into a small hotel that also contained a bar where upscale singles hung out. Paul headed for the bar while Angelique primped and dressed for her seduction of a perfect stranger. Angelique had the looks that could always turn heads and this night would be no different. When she entered the dimly lit room, all eyes seemed to look her way in order to greet the woman with the dark flowing hair, sultry eyes, and statuesque figure. The man playing the piano missed a note but then resumed with an extra romantic flair. She sat at the bar and made a scan of the room. She saw several "candidates" and also noticed Paul staring at her from his dark table off to the side. It wasn't long before Angelique had her share of visitors. One by one, each expensively dressed man approached the sexy Angelique but each was turned away. Paul got more and more restless. His anticipation and his erection were growing with each passing moment. "Why won't she pick one," he thought to himself. The tension was driving him crazy. Angelique knew exactly what she was doing. She was intentionally teasing her husband. She was intentionally giving him time with his thoughts so that when she felt he could stand no more, she would move to the next step. Angelique watched a man enter through the door and she instantly knew he would be that "next step." He wasn't dressed like the others. He had on a tailored leather jacket and blue jeans. He definitely was bucking the GQ executive trend. This appealed to Angelique very much. It didn't take long and eventually the stranger approached her. Paul breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his wife had permitted him to buy her a drink. Angelique and the stranger talked and Paul desperately wanted to hear what they were saying. He couldn't stand it any longer. He got up and took a seat at the bar next to the talking couple. The first and only words he heard were those of his wife to a total stranger, "dance with me." The two left Paul at the bar and danced in a room where few ever danced. The stranger held Angelique close. Her breast pressed against his chest. His legs intertwined with hers. He slid his hands up and down her buttock as their dance became more and more seductive. She kept one of her hands at his back but slipped the other between their bodies. Her hand rested on the stranger's cock, already erect and pulsating. Paul was beside himself with anxiety, watching his wife and the stranger paw each other like that. Angelique glanced over to Paul who almost missed the point. It would do him no good if he were still be in the bar when Angelique and her prospective lover left for the room. Paul finally got the message. He awkwardly swallowed the rest of drink and made his way out of the bar. Only a few moments later the piano stopped playing when Angelique and the stranger left the room. Paul was securely hidden in the closet when Angelique and the stranger entered. He was as comfortable as could be expected and had an excellent view of the simple bed and padded chair that was contained the utilitarian room. For both Paul and her own benefit, Angelique took complete control of the situation. The door had barely closed behind the stranger when Angelique turned and embraced the man. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and drew his face to hers. She kissed him hard, her tongue plunging into his mouth with the same passion that she hoped he would return with another part of his body. They both groped each other like over-charged young lovers, grabbing and stroking through rumbled but otherwise intact clothing. In the middle of a deep kiss, Angelique suddenly separated from her new lover. She backed him up until he sat in the chair. Angelique moved just a few steps away and began to remover her clothes. She was slow and seductive. Her eyes never left the face of the stranger. She moaned and took in deep breaths and dropped her dress to the floor. She performed a slow pirouette, showing off her exquisite body beneath a short black silk slip, small black panties, a black garter with black stockings and black spiked heels. Both of the men watching her held their breath for a moment. Without saying a word, Angelique left the man still sitting in the chair, picked up her dress from the floor and walked towards the closet. Paul didn't know what to do! She opened it slightly but blocked any view the stranger might have had. She leaned in and whispered to her husband, "Take of your pants." She had to say it a second time before he actually did it. Paul was huddled in the closet, bare below the waist, sporting a major erection. Angelique reached in and wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock and stroked it gently. She leaned in and kissed him. "Sorry, but you'll have to take care of this yourself. Enjoy yourself honey." She left the closet door just as it was before. What she had done was so daring that Paul's heart was pounding in his chest. Angelique returned to the stranger still seated in the chair. She moved between his parted legs and seductively rubbed his inner thighs and eventually moved up to his bulging crotch. She smiled all through the process of unbuckling his pants, lowering the zipper and sliding the jeans down just enough to fully release the man's cock. It was long and hard and rested naturally against the his abdomen. Angelique took it into her hand and spoke just loudly enough so that both men could hear her say, "I want your cock in my mouth." She lowered her head and slowly took the man's member between her moist lips. She felt her pussy become increasingly moist as each inch of cock entered her mouth. She felt the tip secrete the delicious syrupy precum that she loved so very much. She moaned with each new burst of taste. Her tongue slowly caressed the thick veined and sensitive underside of the large cock. She continued until she had taken him all in. She heard him mutter, "Damn, woman!" With constant eye contact she slowly withdrew him, the wet and glistening cock sliding effortlessly back out from between Angelique's perfect red-lined lips. She repeated the act several times, never increasing the intensity, always maintaining the perfect position so that Paul would never miss a thing. Angelique finally let the crown of the man's cock emerge. A thick liquid thread of saliva and precum stretched between his cock and her lower lip. It parted but she just ignored it, letting it cling to her lip and dangle from her chin. Paul was definitely enjoying himself. His mind was cluttered with many emotions. There were feelings of guilty, love, frustration, lust, but most of all pure sexual heat. The man had never been to such a level of excitement. He stared out between the gap in the closet door, watching every move his wife made. His hands stroked and massaged his balls and erect cock, a deep red and well lubricated from his own secretions. Angelique again stood before the stranger. She placed one leg up on the arm of the padded chair. Her pussy opened before him. He could easily see her pink, swollen and damp lips. She took her fingers and parted them, fully exposing her hard clitoris and the dripping entrance to her womanhood. "It's your turn now stranger. I want you to fuck me!" For just a moment, Paul considered leaving the closet to grant his wife's command but the stranger stood first. This would not be a delicate romantic interlude shared by two loving people. No. Angelique was going to get fucked and that was perfectly acceptable to everyone involved. The man turned Angelique around and pressed down on her shoulder. Her smooth delicious ass swayed back towards the stranger. Angelique separated her legs, reached between her legs and parted her lips, providing an effortless opportunity. The man took his cock and slid it around her opening, smearing her juices and his precum on them both before lunging into her. It was now Angelique that held her breath. Paul's hips sympathetically moved forward as well, penetrating the surrogate Angelique inadequately provided by his own hand. "Oh Yes!", Angelique moaned. 'Fuck me. Fuck me and make me come!" The stranger quickly took up the perfect rhythm. His hips thrust to nature's perfect timing. His balls swayed and slapped against Angelique's hand. "Oh, that's it! It feels so good. Your cock feels so good in my pussy! I'm going to come. I'm going to come!" Paul watched his wife go through the familiar steps towards orgasm. His own was eminently close as well. He knew the exact moment when she entered into the uncontrollable spasms of climax. Many times his own cock had enjoyed the sensations that the stranger was now feeling. "I'm going to come too baby." For a moment, Paul thought he had said those words. They were certainly true in his case but it was the other man in the room that said them. "Come for me. I want you to come too but not like this. Come in my mouth! I want to feel that beautiful cock in my mouth when it spurts your hot cum!" Angelique turned and knelt before the stranger. For the second time she took his cock into her mouth. This time, it was coated in the sweet nectar of her own juices and cum. Together, they both moved towards the man's climax. Angelique felt the heat building. His balls drew up tighter, signaling their imminent release. The man threw his head back, his hips froze and he let out a deep groan. Angelique continued her stroking and sucking. His cock swelled between her lips. She felt a hard knot in the vein start at the base and race up the full length and into the crown thta was nestled deep in her mouth. His cock erupted and in one burst, filled her entire mouth with thick hot cum. She kept stroking and sucking and encouraging the stranger's orgasm. Each successive release pressed an equal amount of cum from around her lips. White cum soon coated her chin and dangled in strands towards her breasts. With the stranger's climax now waning, Angelique took the spurting cock from her mouth. She left her mouth open, showing the stranger the cum still contained. She slid the lips of her open mouth over the head of his cock while it oozed the last of his cum. "You are one hot woman. Don't go away. I'll be right back." With uneasy steps, he walk into the bathroom and closed the door. Knowing that she had little time, Angelique walked toward the closet, hoping that she wasn't too late. Paul watched as she approach, cum still coating her lips, dripping from her chin and pooled in her mouth. Just as she reached the door, she swallowed. She was not too late but only by mere moments. She knelt before he husband and whispered, "Now give me your cum!" She took his hand away from his cock and slid it into her mouth. He looked down and watched is cock disappear into his wife's velvety mouth, lined with the cum of another man. It was all too much and he began his own release. His hips jerked and his cock spurt stream after stream of cum into Angelique's mouth. She gladly swallowed all that he had to give. She winked at him and gave him a sticky smile and then returned to the room just in time to meet the stranger. "It's been fun baby but I've got to go," he said while picking up his things. 'I had a good time too sugar. Let's do it again sometime." They both knew that that was not going to happen. Just as he was about to leave, Angelique said, "Hey, just one more thing." She walked up to the stranger in the door way and kissed him on the lips. A puzzled look came over him as he left. He never did figure out just what it was that seemed odd about that last kiss. Angelique Waarschuwing: Dit verhaal (zoals al mijn verhalen) bevat enkele perversiteiten en fetisjistische voorkeuren zoals voetfetisjisme, anale spelletjes, en het uitwisselen van speeksel. Ik ben Tony Karelse, 20 jaar en student Economie aan de Marnix College te Arnhem. Ik ben zo'n student die zich slaapwandelend door z'n opleiding werkt, aandacht voor alles behalve de studie en het vak. Elke dag geeft een nieuwe uitdaging; hoe kon ik deze dag doorkomen zonder apathisch te worden. Soms gebeuren er dingen die de studietijd een stuk aangenamer maken; die je iets geven om je gedachten bezig te houden. Voor de één zijn dat practical jokes, de ander blijft met regelmaat weg bij lessen om uitgebreider te pauzeren. Bij mij waren het twee dingen. Ik bleef vaak bij lessen weg om in de kantine te tafelvoetballen. En de rest van de dag vulde ik op door te denken aan een meisje op wie(ns uiterlijk) ik verliefd was. Ze heette Angelique Arts en was net zo oud als ik, 20 jaar dus. Ze is ongeveer 1.70 hoog; had lang bruin haar en bruine ogen. De reden waarom ik zo in haar geïnteresseerd was, was omdat Angelique soms oogcontact / zocht en op die manier liet weten iets in mij te zien. De gedachte dat zo'n knappe meid in mij geïnteresseerd zou zijn, deed m'n hart sneller kloppen. Ik dacht echter dat ze gewoon flirtte, en in werkelijkheid niet echt iets in me zag. Het oogcontact, aandachttrekkerij en geflirt duurde meer dan 3 jaar, zonder gevolg. Tot op een dag. In het derde leerjaar waren we klasgenoten. Ondanks dat feit spraken we nooit echt met elkaar. Zij had haar groepje, ik de mijne. Maar op een bepaalde ochtend in mei, vlak voor 't einde van 't schooljaar, waren zij en ik als eerste van onze klas op school. Ik zat in de rookruimte van de kantine, alhoewel ik niet rook. Niemand behalve ik zat in de ruimte. Op een gegeven moment kwam Angelique binnenwandelen en ging tegenover me zitten. "Wat een klote tijd om te beginnen, hé?", zei ze. (Het was 7.40 in de morgen) "Nou, die haan die buiten loopt hield net nog pas op met kraaien", merkte ik droog op. Angelique giechelde. "En dan moet je ook nog n's achtereenvolgens Kruyswijk, Vredenhoef en Merckx 5 lesuren voor je kiezen krijgen. Da's genoeg om een paard tegen de vlakte te krijgen", ging ik door. Angelique giechelde opnieuw. Ik was hard op weg haar te veroveren. "Ja, voor ik normaal lessen kan volgen moet ik eerst goed wakker worden. Zo lukt 't toch niet", zei ze en ik was 't met haar eens. "Ach, wat kan mij 't ook schelen. Ik ga naar huis en kom over een paar uur wel terug. Ik hoef toch maar een paar minuten te lopen". "Ja, jij hebt 't wel makkelijk wat dat betreft. Ik moet een halfuur met de bus", reageerde ik. "Dus naar huis gaan heeft voor mij geen zin, tenzij ik thuis zou blijven". "Nou, dan kom je toch met mij mee, of wil je hier blijven?", zei ze spontaan. Ik wist niet wat ik hoorde. 't Meisje waar ik meer dan drie jaar gek op was nodigde me uit mee naar haar huis te gaan. "Heb je koffie?", probeerde ik onverschillig te vragen. "Koffie, thee, melk, ik heb 't allemaal in huis", klonk ze verlokkelijk. We stonden op en liepen de school uit. We zagen dat een klasgenoot de hoek om kwam en om gezeik te ontlopen, namen we een pad langs een meer. Dit was een omweg die slechts 2 extra minuten kostte. Terwijl we onderweg naar haar flatappartement waren, praatten we over koetjes en kalfjes. We kwamen aan bij haar flat en zij opende de deur. "Ga zitten", zei ze terwijl ze via de kamer naar de keuken liep. Ze had een leuke woonruimte, gezellig ingericht, maar dat is iets wat je ook wel aan vrouwen over kunt laten. Angelique was in de keuken koffie aan 't zetten, en voordat 't klaar was kwam ze een paar minuten naast me op de bank zitten om te praten. Ik vroeg of ze alleen woonde, aangezien 't me sterk leek dat ze genoeg geld had om de flat alleen te betalen; ze volgde immers nog steeds een opleiding. Ze vertelde dat ze samenwoonde met een jongen waar ze eens een relatie mee had. Ze hadden een punt achter de relatie gezet maar woonden nog steeds samen, in vriendschap. In ieder geval tot ze zelf genoeg verdiende om een eigen stek te vinden. Hij was over 't algemeen toch meestal aan 't werk met z'n eigen schildersbedrijf. En als hij niet werkte, was hij meestal bij z'n nieuwe vriendin. De koffie was klaar! Angelique liep naar de keuken en ik keek haar na. Ze droeg een spijkerbroek en een lichtblauwe trui. Verder droeg ze zwarte pumps met zo'n goudkleurige vierkante ring iet boven de neus. Ik zag ook dat ze naturelkleurige panty's aanhad. Ze was een heerlijke verschijning. "Melk en suiker?", vroeg ze en keek om, waardoor ze in een flits zag dat ik haar welgevormde lichaam in me opnam. "Ja graag, twee schepjes", deed ik alsof m'n neus bloedde. Grijnzend liep Angelique de keuken in, uit het zicht. "Wat heb je afgelopen weekend met je vriendin gedaan?", riep ze vanuit de keuken. M'n hart begon sneller te kloppen. Waarom vroeg ze dat? "Ik bedoel, ben je uit geweest, naar een disco, of een film of zo?", vroeg ze er gelijk achteraan; Blijkbaar was ze zelf ook geschrokken door hoe haar vraag er in eerste instantie uitkwam. "Niet zo veel. Eerlijk gezegd heb ik 'r al meer dan 20 jaar niet meer gezien", probeerde ik duidelijk te maken nooit een vriendin gehad te hebben. "Als je haar al 20 jaar niet meer gezien hebt, denk ik niet dat ze nog terug komt", grapte ze. Ze kwam teruglopen met twee kopjes in haar handen en een lichte, ondeugende glimlach op haar gezicht. Ze zette de kopjes op tafel, en ging naast me zitten. "Dus ze zal het niet erg vinden als je naar andere meiden kijkt", doelde ze op een minuut eerder. M'n hart bonkte in m'n keel. "Ik vind 't niet erg als je naar me kijkt, Tony, ik vind 't wel leuk; dus je hoeft niet bang te zijn dat ik je aangeef voor ongewenste intimiteiten of zo, dat is iets voor die schijnheilige frigide trutjes". Stilte voor een paar seconden. Ze keek naar me terwijl ze met een kop koffie in haar handen naast me zat. Ik keek naar m'n koffie, aangezien ik nooit rechtstreeks, stilzwijgend oogcontact kon verdragen. Plotseling: "Dus ik zit hier naast een echte maagd", verlegde ze de grenzen van 't gesprek. "Jazeker, dus pas maar op, straks vergrijp ik me nog aan je", probeerde ik zenuwachtig de spanning te doorbreken; maar Angelique was vastberaden. "Maakt niet uit, ik kan best een stootje hebben", fluisterde ze bijna. Nu kon ik niet meer slikken. Ik wist waar dit op uit zou draaien. Op m'n eerste keer, en wel met iemand waar ik gek op was. "Mooi weertje trouwens, hé?", probeerde ik onnozel afleidend te zijn. . "Weer, schmeer, wat mij betreft mag het noodweer zijn. We hadden 't ergens anders over. En zeg niet dat je me niet wilt; ik heb je meer dan drie jaar lang naar me zien kijken. Nu ben je zenuwachtig, misschien zelfs een beetje bang, maar in je fantasieën heb je het zeker weten behoorlijk vaak met me gedaan". "Misschien wel", gaf ik toe. "Wist ik wel", zei ze met een zachte stem, "En wie weet wat je allemaal met me hebt gedaan in je fantasieën. Toen had je toch ook geen last van zenuwen? Was je toch ook schaamteloos? Je weet nu dat ik je fantasieën waarheid kan en wil maken. Dus nu hoef je ook geen last te hebben van een schaamtegevoel". "Maar dat is iets heel anders. Als de fantasie voorbij was, kon ik verder gaan wetende dat alleen ik wist wat er was gebeurd. Ik had controle over de hele situatie. Dat zou op deze manier niet meer zo zijn", legde ik uit. "Dan hebben we samen controle over de situatie", reageerde Angelique, "Je kunt de controle met me delen; je kunt me dat wel toevertrouwen; we delen met z'n tweeën een leuke tijd; niemand anders weet ervan, niemand heeft ons samen de school uit zien lopen; en zelfs al was dat wel zo, ik zou me er nooit voor schamen met jou gevreeën te hebben. We kunnen ons helemaal laten gaan en er is niemand die het weet, behalve jij en ik. Bedenk maar, ik moet de controle ook met jou delen, ik heb ook iets te verliezen". "Maar jij bent 't gewend, dit is niet je eerste keer meer". "Maar ik had ook eens een eerste keer. En ik weet nog hoe dankbaar ik was toen m'n toenmalige vriendje me steunde. Ik weet hoe 't voelt". "Je moet me vertrouwen", zei ze en streelde over m'n bovenbeen, waarna ze op m'n wang kuste. Ze had natte lippen. Langzaam gleed haar hand via m'n bovenbeen naar boven. Ik boog een beetje naar haar toe en kuste haar op de mond. Ja, natte lippen. Minder en minder schroom bezat m'n geest. M'n hand gleed over de bollingen van haar trui, waar ik aan haar nog verhulde tepels verrieden dat ze opgewonden raakte. Angelique en ik vreeën gepassioneerd en haar tong drong m'n mond binnen, terwijl ze met haar hand hard over m'n kruis wreef. Zij moest nu ook voelen dat ik hard was. "Goed zo", bevestigde ze, voordat ze weer haar open mond over de mijne drukte. Onze strelende tongen gaven me een gevoel die me nog heter maakte. Net als Angelique liet ik m'n hand nu over haar kruis glijden. Ze was behoorlijk geil aan het worden, getuige de bewegingen die ze met haar onderlichaam begon te maken. Ondertussen werd mijn broek strakker en strakker. Samen bleven we vrijen en tongen. Ik maakte me los en vroeg of 't niet beter was haar slaapkamer op te zoeken. Dit was ze met me eens. "Moeten we eerst niet de koffie opdrinken?", vroeg ze nieuwsgierig naar m'n huidige mening over ons avontuurtje, althans het belang ervan voor mij. "Fuck the coffee!", zei ik. Angelique grijnsde. "Fuck ME!", glunderde ze. "Your wish is my command", glunderde ik terug. Ik tilde haar op en droeg haar naar de slaapkamer, haar aanwijzingen volgend. Daar aangekomen wierp ik haar op 't grote bed. Hier zal ze ongetwijfeld vele avonturen hebben beleefd. Toen ze neerkwam op het bed veerde ze nog een keer of drie omhoog. Ik trapte m'n schoenen uit en schopte ze in de hoek. Angelique leunde op het bed achterover op haar ellebogen. Ik trok haar zwarte pumps uit en keek verlekkerd naar haar prachtige voeten. Mijn voorkeur voor voeten was een fetisjistische perversie die ik gedurende mijn tienerjaren opliep. Twee maatjes 38 verpakt in naturelkleurige pantykousjes met naad over de tenen. En wat een tenen! Als door God geschapen. De grote tenen waren echt groot in vergelijking met de andere tenen. Vol en rond. Ik watertandde al bij de gedachte aan die voeten te liggen sabbelen. Ik hield haar voeten omhoog, drukte mijn gezicht tegen haar voetzolen en snoof de geur van schoon nylon op. Vervolgens haalde ik gepassioneerd m'n hele tong langs de volle lengte van haar voetzolen; van haar hakken tot over de toppen van haar grote tenen. Angelique kreeg een zalige glimlach op haar gezicht en zakte kreunend en giechelend achterover. Nu was pas goed de vorm van haar volle borsten te zien. Ik keek weer naar haar voeten en zag dat ze telkens haar tenen kromde. Dit aanblik deed me sidderen van geilheid. Ik drukte haar voeten tegen m'n kruis en wreef met m'n vingertoppen over haar kruis. Ondanks het feit dat ze haar spijkerbroek nog aan had voelde ik de warmte van haar poes en de gedachte van een vochtige, dikbehaarde, openstaande vagina schoot door m'n hoofd. Ik ritste haar gulp open en zag een gedeelte van haar witte, katoenen slipje. Ik trok haar broek van haar kont. Ik wreef opnieuw met m'n vingertoppen over haar kruis en voelde behalve de warmte ook dat ze drijfnat was. Ik liet m'n middelvinger rustig over haar kruis glijden, en voelde de gleuf. Vervolgens gleed ik met mijn vingers omlaag langs haar benen. Ze had mooie bruine benen. Welgevormde bovenbenen. Ik zag mooie knieën en vlak daaronder de rand van haar heerlijke pantykousjes. Mijn pik steeg en steeg terwijl ik haar voeten begon te masseren. Angelique begon sneller te ademen, en ik vroeg me af of iemand ooit aandacht aan haar voeten had gegeven. Op naar het fruitige gerecht. Ik wilde haar pruim zien en trok haar slipje langs haar benen uit. Mijn instinct had me niet in de steek gelaten. Ik zag een heerlijke, rode spleet met daaromheen een donkerbruine, dikbehaarde vacht. Haar schaamhaar liep tot in haar bilnaad. Ik wilde deze neukgrot schoonlikken, aflebberen, leegzuigen; maar besloot te wachten tot ze zo geil zou zijn dat het kutvocht er vanzelf uit zou lopen. Ik ritste m'n broek open, trok 'm uit, trok vervolgens ook m'n onderbroek uit. Ik had nu alleen m'n trui en sokken nog aan. Angelique keek verlekkerd naar m'n bungelende, halfstijve piemel. Vervolgens vertelde ze me dat ik achterover op het bed moest liggen. Ze trok haar trui uit en vervolgens haar b.h.. Ze had prachtig gevormde borsten met heerlijke, grote tepels, die van verrukking recht vooruit stonden. Ze boog zich voorover en tot m'n stomme verbazing zag ik dat ze tergend langzaam haar hele tong langs m'n voetzolen haalde, terwijl ik m'n sokken nog steeds aan had. Snel trok ze m'n sokken uit en herhaalde dit. Wild van geilheid begon ze op m'n grote tenen te zuigen. (Had ze toevallig dezelfde fetisjistische neigingen als ik?) Onderwijl streelde ze met haar vingertoppen over de stam van m'n pik, over m'n balzak, en toen tussen m'n billen. Ik dacht dat ik in dromenland was toen ze m'n anus begon te masseren. (Wat een geweldig gevoel is een vrouwelijke vinger die je anus bevoelt.) Na een tijdje stopte ze met 't beroeren van m'n kontgaatje en ging in omgekeerde positie op me liggen, bij de meeste mensen bekend als standje 69. Terwijl ik haar borsten voelde drukken op m'n buik, zag ik haar smachtende, rode spleet vlak boven m'n gezicht. Ik kronkelde van geilheid toen ik de hete, geile geur opsnoof die uit haar genotsgrot kwam. Ik kon niet langer wachten en liet m'n tong door haar hete gleuf glijden. De kleverige, zoute sappen smaakten heerlijk en ik propte daarom ook maar m'n hele tong in haar kut. Ik likte door haar snee, de warme sappen uitlebberend. De bruine schaamharen kriebelden aan mijn neus, en haar sap liep langs mijn wangen en kin. Ik drukte mijn "bef" tussen haar schaamlippen en zoog op haar gleuf, terwijl Angelique haar poes terug drukte. Ondertussen maakte zij met haar tong m'n hele zak nat, en pijpte me wild, kreunend en slingerend met haar hoofd. Dit ging minutenlang door. Terwijl ik met m'n tong Angelique's vagina schoonlikte, kwam m'n neus per ongeluk tegen haar anus. In de staat van opwinding die ik op dat moment had liet ik me door niets tegenhouden. Het idee dat in me opkwam was dan ook vrij pervers, maar zoals ik al verklaarde, liet ik me door geen taboe tegenhouden, en schaamte had ik allang niet meer. Ik trok haar billen van elkaar terwijl zij hevig op m'n pik zoog, waarbij haar speeksel langs m'n ballen en bilspleet droop. Wild liet ik m'n tong door haar zweterige, geurende bilnaad glijden, tot ik stopte bij haar krampende bruine kontgaatje. Met alle macht perste ik vervolgens m'n tong in haar kont. Terwijl zij hevig op m'n pik sabbelde, en haar kutvocht langs m'n hals sijpelde, liet ik me haar poepgaatje lekker smaken. Ik befte haar aars en naaide haar hol met mijn tong. Ik duwde een vinger in haar anus, waarop Angelique een gilletje slaakte. Ik gleed ermee in en uit en voelde haar sluitspier eraan knijpen. Nauw en extreem heet was haar reet van binnen. Ik trok m'n vinger er weer uit en likte eraan als aan een ijsje. De ruige geur en bittere smaak hitste me ongelooflijk op. Plotseling stak ze een vinger in MIJN anus, waarop een pijnscheut kort door m'n onderrug schoot. Ik voelde haar vingers in mijn gat glijden en Angelique giechelde. "Dat zal je leren zo maar een vinger in mijn reet te steken. Nu weet je ook hoe het voelt" En terwijl ze mijn anus vingerde, begon ze me weer te pijpen. Mijn piemel glansde van haar speeksel terwijl zij vervolgens haar tong naar beneden liet afdalen en door mijn bilspleet begon te likken. Ik voelde haar heerlijk zachte en natte tong over mijn bruine ster glibberen en voelde vervolgens hoe ze me trachtte met haar tong in mijn hol te neuken. Haar hoofd ging wild op en neer en haar tong drong een beetje in mijn spleet terwijl ze luid kreunde. Op een gegeven moment voelde ik een druppel van haar speeksel door m'n bilnaad glijden. Ze stopte met het mondeling bewerken van mijn aars en begon me weer goddelijk te pijpen. Haar hoofd bewoog wild op en neer en ik voelde haar natte lippen strak om m'n penis vastzitten terwijl ze met grote zuigkracht langs m'n paal schoven. Haar zachte tong kietelde m'n eikel. Ik begroef m'n gezicht weer in haar sappige, warme poes terwijl zij kwijlend aan m'n pik lebberde. Onderwijl masseerden we elkaar's kontgaatje om er af en toe een vinger langzaam in te laten glijden. Ze draaide zich uiteindelijk om en sloot een geopende mond om de mijne; wild propte ze haar tong in mijn mond en speelde met mijn tong. Ik kon m'n eigen aars proeven aan haar tong en zij de hare aan mijn tong. We slikten zolang niet dat ons speeksel zich met elkaar vermengde. Haar speeksel droop in mijn mond en langs m'n mondhoeken. Ze schoof omhoog en zo kon ik makkelijk m'n tong langs haar tepels laten glijden, voordat ik wild op haar borsten zoog. Onderwijl voelde ik haar vochtige kuthaar langs m'n navel strijken. Ik stopte m'n eikel langs achter tussen haar natte schaamlippen en zij ging op haar hurken zitten om vervolgens zover te zakken tot m'n pik tot aan de wortel in haar warme gleuf was verdwenen en m'n zak haar anusholletje beroerde. Haar lange, bruine haar kriebelde op m'n borst terwijl ze met behulp van haar kutspieren m'n piemel begon te melken. Kreunend wipte ze op en neer, waarbij ze bij opgaande beweging steeds haar vaginaspieren samentrok, op die manier mijn pik melkend. Telkens als haar onderlichaam op de mijne zakte, drukte haar kont mijn balzak plat tegen m'n dijen. Om eventuele pijn te vermijden, spreidde ik m'n benen iets wijder. Angelique werd natter en natter, waardoor mijn harde neuklat steeds soepeler haar gloeiend hete kut ingleed. Angelique likte haar lippen en vervolgens de mijne. Ik voelde me steeds heter worden en besloot dat het tijd was voor een ander standje, zodat ik tevens de tijd had om m'n oververhitting te laten wegzakken. Angelique klom van m'n van kutvocht glimmende pik en ging met haar rug op bed liggen. Ik klom tussen haar benen en plaagde haar door m'n stam door haar snee en over haar kittelaar te wrijven. Ze kronkelde van mijn plagerijen en met een beweging van haar onderlichaam glibberde mijn paal in haar passiebloem. Ze vouwde haar benen over m'n schouders en haakte haar voeten achter m'n hoofd. Omdat dit dus vlak bij m'n oren plaatsvond, kon ik 't geluid van knisperend nylon van haar langs elkaar schurende pantykousjes horen. Een geilscheut schoot m'n lendenen. Angelique merkte dit en begon haar tenen langs m'n nek en achterhoofd te wrijven. Ik kwam overeind met m'n bovenlichaam om een beter zicht op 't geheel te hebben. Angelique lag duidelijk te genieten. Haar benen staken in de lucht en terwijl ik haar neukte hield ik haar voeten vast en begon gelijk haar grote tenen te masseren, waarna ik wellustig haar hele gekouste voeten aflikte als een waterijsje. Toen scheurde ik de pantykous van haar rechterbeen kapot en stopte de grote teen van haar rechtervoet na een grondige likbeurt geheel in m'n mond. Als nooit tevoren zoog ik aan de telkens krommende teen tot m'n speeksel langs haar voet droop. Terwijl ik Angelique neukte zoog ik bijna het sap uit haar tenen. Nadat ik m'n tong ook nog eens tussen haar tenen door had laten glijden, en op haar hak had gezogen, floepte m'n glimmende pik uit haar warme grot, waardoor m'n stam tussen haar billen en langs haar aars gleed. Ze haalde haar voeten van m'n schouders en draaide zich om. Ze smeekte me haar langs achteren te neuken. Zo geschiedde. Angelique Kenny brushed the flies from Angelique's gentle face. Cradling her head in his lap he returned to softly rocking her. They sat on the earthen floor of the barn, warmed by a thick slab of afternoon sunlight pouring in from between the broad doors. Their farm languished on a rocky patch of the old riverbed, immersed in a sea of tall billowing poplars. In front of the sagging red barn stood an ancient maple tree and to its right sat the saltbox farmhouse clad in weathered-white clapboard siding and fronted by a long, low veranda. The warm summer breeze pushed open the screen door, only to have the spring return it to the frame with a soft thump. Faded gingham curtains fluttered in the windows upstairs, keeping time with the slowly pulsing door. Kenny swayed to these rhythms, eyes closed, remembering the morning. The family was gathered around the kitchen table for breakfast. Across from Kenny sat his little brother Raymond, wolfing down the last of his heavily-buttered toast. Beside Raymond sat Angelique, her ringlets of curly blond hair sweeping away the remains of a rice cake from the tray of her high chair. Mother sat tightlipped at the foot of the table, her meal untouched. She looked across at father as he eyed the bosom of his female guest. It didn't seem right for father to bring ladies to stay overnight at the farm. Mother said so too, but it didn't seem to matter. They never stayed more than overnight and never the same one twice. In fact Kenny could not remember setting eyes on any of them again after they had stayed on the farm. This one was pretty. With light hair and deep blue eyes she looked an awful lot like the picture of his mother, on her wedding day. She had come downstairs for breakfast dressed only in mother's terrycloth bathrobe and had seated herself beside Kenny, to his father's right. He glanced down and saw his father's huge calloused hand on the bare thigh of the woman. The thick fingers squeezed and the young ladies legs parted in response. The hand inched upward and she took a deep breath. He watched intently as her face flushed and her lips became fuller. His father's hand jerked suddenly and she let out a sharp sigh. Her leg brushed against Kenny's knee as she tried to spread her legs wider. The cloth belt of the bathrobe began to loosen and the boy stared at the firm flesh of her upturned breast. "Kenneth!" His father's voice suddenly pierced the room, "Did you feed those chickens this morning like I told you to?" The son twisted on his chair uncomfortably, like a red ant held captive on a flat rock, his father's magnifying eyes burning into him. The young woman stared down at him sympathetically. The room went silent. "Can't you do anything right?" his father's thundering voice echoed off the walls. "This family works damn hard to put food on the table and you don't lift a hand to... look at me when I'm talking to you, boy!" Kenny dragged his eyes from the woman and looked at his father, trying hard not to let him see his fear. Father's voice became more distant. Kenny was jolted back to the barn by the distant, familiar sound of a pickup truck approaching, its tires crunching through gravel, pulling it off the highway, down the long narrow drive. Kenny turned back into the shadows of the barn, his eyes darting into each empty stall. Along the far wall he saw the crude, wooden ladder, his eyes following its slanted rungs from the hard packed floor to the silent, barren loft. For a moment he considered hiding. He thought of slipping into one of the lightless niches and cloaking himself in the darkness. Again he was brought back by the sound of the approaching truck, warning him the time for hiding was over. Looking down, Kenny could see that Angelique's face had lost all colour. Tenderly he began stroking her hair as she looked up at him with terrified pale blue eyes. He held her hand gently, feeling Mother's pinking shears still defiantly clutched in her delicate fingers. Setting Angelique down softly on the ground, pressing his finger to her lips so she would know to be quiet, Kenny crept to the doorway. The distant whine of the truck's drive gears was becoming a distinct cry of protest as the truck pushed steadily nearer. Kenny's heart began to strike hard against the inside of his chest until it hurt to breathe. Gripping the barn door, he began gently closing it, the aged red paint flaking off in his fingers. The truck was topping the little hill behind the farmyard and while Kenny was still pulling his fingers in, it was speeding alongside the barn. The vehicle passed within inches of the barn door, the ground trembling from its weight. Blood began pounding in his temples as he stood, gasping, with his lungs reluctant to take in air. Wild-eyed he watched the Fargo pickup rattle up to the front porch and stop with a shudder. Turning back into the barn Kenny listened to the truck door slam. He paused; footsteps creaked across the front porch. The screen door opened with a gentle sigh, and then closed with soft familiar thump. Finally there was silence. Angelique's hand securely in his, the frightened boy reached out for the door. Pulling it open cautiously, his foot advanced from the shadows of the barn. The breeze had died down. The boy emerged from the barn as an angry, desperate scream came slicing from the house. His father's voice screeched inside his head. Now you're going to get it! Kenny's eyes flickered then closed. The vision flared up and the horror from inside the house confronted him. Four seated, twisted bodies propping each other up on the sofa. On the overmantle above the fireplace the family photo smiled benignly, at the sight of their bloodied corpses. The screaming stopped abruptly and Kenny stepped back, facing the house. A form emerged from behind the screen door, it moved with determination out to the driveway, clenching a handgun high above its head. Now standing in the open, Kenny's heart stopped as he recognized the gun. It was fathers, the one kept hidden in their bedroom dresser, why hadn't he grabbed it? Standing in the bright sunlight, Kenny knew it was too late to hide and knew of just one place to run, forward, to mother. He ran with all the strength he possessed but the ground seemed to be pulling him in, each footstep sinking further than the last. Time was slowing as the figure methodically turned towards him. The eyes consumed with rage came down on his and softened for just an instant. But the gun that mother held was still moving down, toward him as he lurched from the ground at her. The hand he was clutching moved from behind him, swept past his ear, sending the scissors deep into her eye. She went down suddenly, a look of confusion more than fear staring up at him, the tip of the blade scraping bone as he drove it in deeper. Mother's body convulsed. How many times had the scissors plunged into her before he knew she would not move? Later, standing over her he watched the warm summer breeze playing with her hair. Then the flies moved in. Time passed slowly on the farm. Alone now, his body finally relaxed. With his fingers entwined in mother's hair, her head scraping over the jagged gravel, he numbly walked the short distance to the maple tree. Sitting with his back against the solid trunk he wondered at the thick, rich trail that traced its way back to where her body lay. Smiling to himself he continued cradling mother's head in his lap. He looked toward the barn. He would put hers with the others. Mother would like that. Reaching out with his left hand, he began to pry Angelique's stiff lifeless fingers from the sticky scissor handle. Once released the shears fell gently onto the mossy turf. He studied her tiny hand for a moment, wishing father could see him as he raised it above his head, turned it end over end and then let it fall onto the soft ground. Angelique What's an au pair? When a young woman wants to learn a foreign language, she can find a family where she can live and perform general house duties, and look after the younger members of the family in return for accommodation and food. My childhood was comfortable and trouble free, being nursed and pampered with a succession of young ladies. As it happened, our last au pair girl came to us from France to learn English. She was around 19 years old, with shoulder length auburn hair in ringlets, a soft milky complexion with dark chestnut smouldering eyes. She was lovely and tried her best to speak English without her strong French accent. At the time, I was 18 and was well beyond the need of an au pair, and I spoke French like a schoolboy. We would chat and use sign language when we ran out of words. I'll call her Angelique, although that is not her real name. She had few friends in our area, and was lonely during her leisure time. We would talk, listen to music in my bedroom, and drink cheap wine from the local supermarket. Occasionally, I would "borrow" a bottle of decent Beaujolais from Dad's wine cupboard as I think Angelique was insulted by the cheap plonk that my pocket money could afford. We enjoyed each others company and gradually became close friends. We would lie on my bed; listen to classical music on my stereo and just chill together. One evening, we fell silent, looked deep into each others eyes, and moving closer together until our noses touched, we kissed. I had kissed girls before, and had a good idea of how it felt; but this was completely different. Her yielding lips melted effortlessly into mine, and I drifted into her body. It was gentle, sweet, arousing and erotic. After a few minutes of dry kissing, she gently licked my lips with the tip of her tongue. She was obviously more experienced that I was, but she had the good grace to teach me instead of just making fun of me. I returned the compliment and explored the inside of her mouth as our kiss developed. I held her head and she held my shoulders and ran her hands across my back. I had an erection and she could feel it through our clothing as I rolled on top of her. As we kissed and our breathing became heavier, she raised her hips to increase the pressure on my groin. It felt wonderful. I took a chance and shuffled off and alongside her so I could touch her slim body. I started at her waist but only succeeded in making her laugh. There's a time and a place for tickling, and this was neither. I can still remember the soft silk blouse she wore, tucked loosely into her velvet jeans. I recall the line and curve of her breasts, a small handful but large enough to be plenty for me, and pert, tight and firm with small nipples that were hard and rubbery. Her breasts were sensitive, and her bra was quickly removed to allow easier access. I think she helped me with the hooks. My hands were novices at the task. I held her breasts in my hands and closed my eyes to memorise her gorgeous shape. I was too timid to move my hands and she covered them with hers and showed me how to caress her. I was entranced as she gently brought my head down to kiss her nipples and suck them. I can still recall the soft, womanly scent of freshly washed skin. It wasn't at all soapy, it was just beautifully feminine. I nuzzled her and kissed and licked her youthful body. Both of us wanted more, but I didn't know what to do. I tried to relax and let my instincts take over. Her hands wandered down my body and ran around the outline of my stiff cock. She seemed pleased as a wry smile crept over her face. I pushed myself into her hand and she began to undo my belt and open the top of my jeans. Over the strains of Bach's Brandenburg Concerto in G, I heard and felt the unmistakable sound of my zip being lowered. Seconds later, her petite hand snaked into the waistband of my underwear and held my erect penis. I was in heaven, and tried to keep calm. I knew about cumming, and I knew the feelings deep in the pit of my body that signalled the imminent arrival of a tablespoonful of spunk. She grasped me firmly and looked into my eyes as she said, "Cher, tu veut que je te faire une pompe?" I had NO IDEA what she asked... but it sounded like it would be good, so I simply nodded and smiled. She took my hand away from her body, reached down and fully undid my jeans and underwear and allowed me the freedom to shuffle out of them. The next thing I knew my cock sunk into her hot mouth. Needless to say, I hadn't felt anything like it and she sucked me and licked around my sensitive head. As her tongue swirled around my budding manhood, the underside of my cock tingled and I felt my young balls pulse and twitch. Both of us knew what was about to happen. As the young Frenchwoman worked on my cock, I ran my fingers through her hair and held her head gently but firmly against my body. Her nose breathed in the musk around my pubic hair - thank heaven I had already had my shower that morning - and she held her breath to concentrate on sucking my hot spunk from my erupting cock. My eyes were closed, my panting breath caught in my throat as my orgasm overtook me. I clenched my buttocks and directed every ounce of energy into my bucking cock that filled her greedy mouth. As I came, I noticed that her right hand had sneaked down to rub her molten pussy. I could detect her fresh and lovely scent. She let me finish and come down as she cleaned me up. Our eyes made contact and as she sexily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her sultry eyes invited me to share her body. I remember the feel of my fingers on her velvet trousers and the sound of her zipper as I pulled it down, gently but surely. I recall her panties were functional cotton, not the erotic silk of her blouse, or the feminine lace of her bra. I reached in to feel her warm pussy and its light covering of soft hair. As I became bolder, I ran my index finger along her lips and felt her warm moisture... lush, inviting and erotic. My slickly coated fingers slid in and out of her waiting pussy, and she moaned with delight. I sank my fingers up to my knuckles and pounded into her forcefully. She winced with discomfort and asked me to be gentle. She grasped my wrist and showed me how to touch her. She guided my fingers to her clitoris and whilst I was an eager student, she had to remind me of its location until my fingers found their own way to the centre of her pleasure, as if by magic. I must admit that I did not recognise her orgasm when it came. I just thought she had a cramp in her leg as her body stiffened and shuddered. But when she thanked me, I cottoned on to the idea that I had done well. But she wanted more, and so did I. Angelique guided my face to her waiting pussy. This was completely new to me. I don't remember feeling fear or apprehension, only a desire to return the compliment she had so richly paid to me. I think it was her delicate smell that persuaded me to kiss her soft pussy lips. Pheromones have developed over the millions of years just for this purpose, to arouse a sexual response. I have been addicted to licking pussy ever since. I can't get enough of that fantastic scent, taste, warmth and enormous reward as my lady cums. As I tasted my first raw cunt, I felt the sweet sticky liquid coat my face as I rubbed myself lavishly over her. My nose bumped into her clitoris as my tongue found her open lips. She jumped and I thought that I had hurt her again. I withdrew, and she motioned to me that she was OK. I returned to her hot sex, but honestly could not find that special place that was the key to her orgasm. Once again, she guided me to her clitoris, and I tried to memorise its location and shape. I licked and stroked and sucked her cunt as she writhed beneath my youthfully exuberant attention. I was not subtle, but I was certainly effective. She came and her warm fluid gushed over my face and into my mouth. I was surprised, but not in a bad way. I was caught up with the joy and thrill as Angelique came and came again. She muttered in French, but I didn't understand her words. She pushed my head away from her body and signalled me to stop and recover. Her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. It was not a heavy sweat, but a soft and sweet patina to her alabaster skin. We lay together panting for breath. My face was sticky with her drying cum, and as I licked my lips, I tasted her again. Her aroma filled my head with her delicate and intoxicating scent and my young cock grew firm once again. This was it... the moment of truth. I had been wanked and sucked to orgasm. I had masturbated her and licked her pussy. Both of us had cum fully and joyfully. It was time... time for me to become a man. It was time to leave my childhood behind me and join a woman's body for the first time. The last thing I wanted was a baby, so I felt along the bed to my bedside cabinet and pulled open the top drawer. Johann Sebastian was with me all the way as the third movement started. As I rummaged around for my condoms -- like most young men, I had bought them much earlier in the then vain hope of a shag -- the drawer came out of its runners and fell to the floor. I couldn't have cared less as my hand grasped my trusty packet of three Durex Featherlites. I opened the pack, grabbed a sachet and ripped it open with my teeth. The pink Sensitol Lubricated sheath slipped onto my waiting dick with practiced ease.... probably the best example of beginners luck. I rolled back on top of Angelique, now naked beneath me. Somehow in the melee of the moment, I too had become naked. We were the first. We were Adam and Eve, enjoying the absolute pleasure of two young bodies. Angelique opened her arms and her legs to welcome me and I felt her hand guide me into her. Entering her wet and wanting furnace, I thrust into her in one movement. She was obviously not a virgin, but she accepted my virginity with honour and love. As I moved inside her and gained speed and depth, she motioned me to slow down and take my time. I had no desire to comply with this silly request and pounded into her with gusto. What I lost in style, I gained in enthusiasm. My rhythm matched the Baroque quavers as Bach reached his climax. I came with a grunt and a lunge that threw me bodily into her loins. She gasped as I filled the condom, and I gasped like a drowning man as I lay on her hot and moist body. So, that was my first time. Angelique left us a few weeks later, but during that period I learned to take my time, be more attentive to my lover, and as time progressed, she taught me how and where to please a woman. Above all, she taught me the patience to realise that if a man makes a woman cum, she will bless him a hundred times over. That has been my maxim throughout my adult life. I devote loads of time to encourage my lady to cum. Gentle foreplay can start even the day before the "main event". Progression to a romantic meal, good wine and food, laced with eye contact and non-verbal communication takes the foreplay to the next level. Once in the bedroom - or any arena that's conducive to sex - I take my time and enjoy each moment. Touches are slow, deliberate, increasing in boldness. My first priority is her lust.... and mine will surely follow. Your constructive comments are welcome on this and any other story. Andrewxx Angelique's Offline Encounter Angelique waited at the airport nervously awaiting the arrival of flight 005 from Cincinnati. She knew that on this plane was the man she had spent countless hours online with talking in detail of her sexual desires as well as her real life outside the little chat box. They had met in a Literotica chat room and the first time they talked it had nothing to do with sex. It had been just a fact finding venture. No revealing details about exact locations or last names or anything of that sort just a mind picking experience. They had managed to spend about 3 hours that first time dissecting one another and forming a common bond. One that had nothing to do with cyber sex or pleasure behind finding another person with the same interests. There relationship was purely plutonic from the beginning and as things progressed they shared many more intimate details slowly guiding each other towards a sexual conversation. One late night they played around all the things they loved about sex, positions, strategies and so on. Then it had happened, a conference was bringing Xavier to her city and he had asked her to meet him at the airport so he would at least have one friend in the city for a few days. Being divorced and a bit lonely Angelique jumped at the chance to have Xavier near her. A friend she had found in him and little did either of them know that each time they talked each would be touching themselves wishing the other was near enough to complete some of the things they had talked about doing to one another. Xavier however had neglected to reveal his virginity was intact to the older beauty and he hoped on losing it during this trip. He knew his way around a woman's body and had explored many a lover with his tongue and fingers. Yet, he had never been able to fully work his way up to having sexual intercourse with a woman. Tempting as it had been he had received numerous blow and hand jobs. This was it he thought as he made his way towards her, with any luck his virginity would soon be gone. As Xavier debarked the plane and walked into the terminal he was prepared for the worst. Some women online tended to lie about their appearance and he hoped this wasn't the case with his Angelique. She had shown him a picture and she was a beauty. About ten years older than him but that didn't bother him in the least. He knew she was sexy, her mind thrilled him as did her take on sex and her desires. Xavier had shown her a picture of himself and he had been true to his word. He was Five foot seven, athletically built as far as she could see as he stepped from the crowd. His head was shaved bald and he had an earring in each ear. A goatee well trimmed framed his mouth and his eyes were hazel colored yet piercing. "That's her." Xavier's mind thought as he looked in front of him and saw a well proportioned blonde. He could see that beneath her sweater she had indeed told the truth about her breast size and her stomach wasn't bulging so check there. He looked down further and noticed her shuffled sideways, perhaps letting him see her ass. It looked tight and firm just as she had described. Xavier walked forward and stepped to her, he put his arms around her and hugged her close as he would an old friend. He was also dying to feel those breasts pressed against his chest and this was the perfect opportunity. "Hello Angel," he said with a husky voice, "it's great to see you finally and my my aren't you gorgeous dear." A deep blush spread across Angelique's face as she received the compliment. She was intrigued by this man to say the least and she had felt his hard arms and chest as they hugged and she was wondering just how hard the rest of his body was. "Thank you Xavier, I have looked so forward to seeing you in person as well," she giggled. What the hell was that she thought I don't giggle. "Well, Angel, I have to go pick up my bags and then we can be off dear, T' is there anything you would like to show me before dinner?" he asked. "Xavier, I think it would be nice to have a home cooked meal for you and then I can take you back to your hotel for the night. IF that would be alright with you of course." Angelique said holding her breath. "That sounds wonderful and that way you can show me some of your paintings that I hear so much about," he retorted with a smile. During the drive to her home Angelique couldn't help but be aroused at the thought of having Xavier alone in her home with her. She knew that she had to remember to be a good girl after all this man could be a psycho. Nah, she thought after all this time he hasn't exhibited one crazy thing, by now he would have slipped up at least once. Xavier at this time was enjoying just relaxing in close proximity to his gorgeous online friend in the flesh and looking out the window during their drive. The same thoughts she was having had gone through his mind but he displaced them just as quickly. She was intelligent and beautiful and talented from what he could find out about her paintings. As they pulled into the driveway of the two story home Angelique felt her pulse quicken, she was nervous about going inside and having an evening alone with a man like him. His passion was intense and he knew just what buttons to push while talking to her online. She had often thought that if he even touched her half the ways he did online in person she would throw herself at him and become an animal of sexual lust. They had shared polite small talk in the car during the ride from the airport but both of their minds had been occupied on what could happen later that evening. Neither wanting to breach the subject and make it seem as if that was all he or she wanted yet praying the other would bring it up. Through the doorway they walked Angelique in front leading the way and Xavier close behind, admiring her tight backside. He was careful to avert his eyes whenever she looked back but he couldn't help himself from searching her body with his every glance. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and devour her with his fingers and lips but that would wait. "So, Xavier," Angelique started, "what would you like for dinner? I will give you two options, the first is shrimp a la Angelique, or shrimp over angel haired pasta?" Xavier laughed at his options, "I would select whichever you feel the most in the mood to cook but something with angel in it please," he retorted. Angelique agreed and told him to have a seat and relax and watch some TV as she prepared dinner. "Angel, I have a better idea," Xavier said, "I would like to have a glimpse of your paintings if you don't mind." Angelique's heart skipped a beat she wasn't sure she was ready for Xavier to see her paintings and possibly judge them. She was afraid that he would not think they were up to par or just not as good as the ravings he had claimed to hear. "Face you fears," her inner mind told her. "Yes, that would be fine, Xavier just go up the stairs and make a right at the top and the last door at the end is my painting domicile," she reluctantly gave in. Xavier smiled to himself, he knew that Angelique was fearing this but he was sure he would be more than pleased with his findings. No matter what the paintings looked like they came from a radiant beauty and he knew she poured her heart and soul into each brush stroke. Opening the door to the room she had indicated Xavier reached in and flipped the light switch. "Wow," he let out his audible admiration for the paintings surrounding the room. He could see the depth in each even though he wasn't a collector or that well versed in the cultures he did know that these were exquisite pieces. Walking down the steps Xavier was still taken back by the beauty on each canvas he was shocked that Angelique had not tried to sell more of her paintings and was actually worried that she may be a failure as a painter. She was more gifted than anyone he had met before, little did he know just how correct that thought would become later on in the evening. As Xavier entered the kitchen Angelique braced herself for the worst. "Well, what did you think?" she asked. "My god lady," he chuckled, "your paintings are terrific. I would buy them all if I could afford them." Angelique stopped stirring the pasta sauce and walked over to Xavier she let her hands slide over his smooth bald head and then wrapped her arms around his neck. She hugged him still leery of taking that next step. "Thank you," she whispered almost in tears. Xavier gave her a small kiss on the cheek and was careful to not reach down and cup her ass, despite wanting to and sensing her mood as well. He would wait her out and see just how deep her passion ran now that they weren't prohibited by space or time. "Xavier," Angelique began slowly with her voice trembling, "I want you to go into the living room and sit down in the big chair and wait for me I have something I want to give to you." A sly playful smile appeared on Xavier's face as he decided to play along, perhaps she was going to select a painting just for him. She ran upstairs and disappeared down the hallway as he got himself comfy and fixed the TV to something interesting. Nearly twenty minutes later she came silently down the steps, wrapped only in a blanket but Xavier had his back to her and there was no way he would no this yet. He was intently watching soccer on ESPN when everything went blue in front of him. "What the ....," he started. "Shhh! Just stand up and be quiet honey," Angelique implored. He did as requested as she finished tying the silk scarf over his eyes. His heart was racing and the only thing he could think was, Oh My God! As he stood there Angelique pulled his shirt from his trousers and pulled it up over his head not undoing the buttons. She could see the chest hair beneath the wife-beater tank top he was wearing beneath his shirt. Angelique decided to leave this on as she progressed she could rip or cut it away as she desired. She now chose to place his hands behind his back and tie them with yet another silk scarf. She knew he could easily free himself but what would be the fun in that. As Angelique ran her hands down over his hard chest she noticed that his heartbeat was strong beneath her fingertips, it was racing even. "Xavier, are you scared," she teased. "Not at all Angel, just aroused sweet one." Angelique put her fingertips to his lips to silence him and then leaned forward replacing her fingers with her lips. She kissed his lips softly sucking his bottom lip between hers and running her hand down to tease his nipples. She knew that his nipples were sensitive and she wanted him hard and pulsing for her at her command. Angelique slowly slipped her tongue out of her mouth and pressed it against Xavier's lips pushing to gain entrance. The first kiss was the sweetest as she leaned forward and battled tongues with him feeling the hoop in his as there tongues twined. Now she backed away slowly and kissed his neck and sunk her teeth in lightly nipping his skin here and there. Deciding that now would be a good time to move along Angelique stepped away from Xavier and walked to the steps where she had dropped her bag. From within it she pulled out a pair of scissors and stepped back to the hunk sitting in front of her. She cut a line down the top of his shirt and then put down the scissors and ripped the rest away leaving it open and baring his chest and stomach. Angelique didn't hesitate she attacked at once hungrily sucking on his nipples while her hand ran its nails across his other nipple. She pulled back and flicked her tongue over the sensitive rising flesh and Xavier moaned and his hips rocked slightly. "Oh I will get to that young man just sit and enjoy," she told him as she licked her lips. Now she trailed her kisses and sucks from one nipple to the other driving Xavier insane. Xavier sat there writhing with desire, so used to being Master and in control at all times he was unused to being bound and teased so mercilessly. But truth be told he enjoyed this and he would wait impatiently for his own chance at the beauty. Angelique was thrilled by her oral assault on Xavier's nipples and it was reluctantly that she pulled away and moved further down kissing his abs and stomach. So near to the prize she couldn't help but reach down and stroke Xavier's manhood through his pants. If she were right she couldn't feel anything beneath the trousers but Xavier's penis. Perhaps he had hoped for this. Slowly Angelique unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops, then she told him to stand as she undid his pants and pulled them down. "Oh, my," she gasped as he cock sprang free. "I have seen this in a few pictures but it looks even more delicious right here in front of me Xavier," she cooed. Even though she wanted to wrap her lips around it there was still more of him to taste and taste she would until finally she couldn't control the urge to suck his turgid prick any longer. Angelique helped Xavier step clear of his pants before tossing them aside now all he wore was the tattered tank top ripped open and hanging loosely from his muscular arms. It wouldn't be much longer until Xavier ripped his hands free of the silks. He could barely contain his excitement and need at this point and it was with faith that he waited knowing that she wanted to seduce him. His own Mrs. Robinson. Angelique from her advantage point on her knees in front of him looked his body up and down admiring the finely toned hardness. Not chiseled like so many others you read about just firm and real in the flesh before her. She circled around him on her knees and looked at his muscular ass. "You have a great ass X," she teased as she squeezed it hard. Then she leaned forward and bent down and ran her tongue up from his heel to just behind the knee. In an instant he was buckling to the sensation it brought. Feeling more confident now Angelique did the other side and then farther up until she was at his ass. Once there she stood up and kissed the nape of his neck and bit again licking the sweat beads away tasting them and loving that unique flavor. She then kissed her way left to right and down his back covering every inch with her lips. Once she had reached the tops of his ass cheeks she stopped. She now knew it was time to proceed just a bit further. Angelique put her hands on Xavier's ass and pulled the cheeks apart. She could feel the muscles clinch as Xavier became weary of what was about to happen. Suddenly she thrust her tongue against the tight bud of Xavier's ass hole and licked and probed it with her tongue. It had a tangy sweet flavor that she reveled in and she was now lapping at his ass hole like she hoped he would her pussy later. "Oh god," Xavier moaned, "that feels incredible Angel." Angelique couldn't break away to say thanks she just kept lapping away and reached between his legs to lightly run her nails over his smooth balls. Once her hands made contact with them she knew she had to hurry her way to his front side and give his throbbing prick the same attention. Angelique slid away with a stifled moan and pushed Xavier back into the chair. Xavier was unsure of what was to come next he desperately wanted to be free but at the same time he wanted this seductive torture to go on. He was torn between wanting to do these same things to her but also to have her continue in the direction she was headed. Angelique gave Xavier just a few seconds to think before she scooted back and lifted one of his legs. She then did something he had never felt before. She leaned down and ran her tongue over his toes. She did this lovingly to each foot before kissing her way up his thighs. First left, then right. Until there was only two places on his body she had yet to taste. His cock and balls and his fingers. She decided his fingers would wait. Angelique then leaned forward and stuck her tongue out and ran it over his scrotum. She tasted the sweat and smelled the male husky scent and she was delighted in how he tasted so far. She hoped that later he would be just as sweet while in her mouth. As her tongue ran over his balls she figured he might like to watch as well. So sitting up momentarily she pulled the scarf from over his eyes away. As she backed down she dropped the blanket to the floor never looking away from his gaze as she stuck her tongue out again and circled his balls with them. She managed to lift one up with her tongue and suck it into her mouth. This created an even greater since of urgency to them both and now it couldn't be contained. Xavier's mouth hung open as he moaned and groaned in his ecstasy. "Angel please..." he pleaded. "Please what darling?" she teased him. She wanted to hear the might Master ask what it was he wanted. "Oh god suck my cock please Angelique, put it in your mouth and taste the nectar inside," he begged. "Ok," she grinned. Immediately she dropped her head into his lap and wrapped her lips around the head of his shaft. Once there she looked back into his eyes which were half shut and then she swirled her tongue around the head just inside her mouth. Drops of pre-cum were leaking out and each one she savored. "MMM," she purred as she kept eye contact with her new lover. She pulled away and spit on his cock and stroked it up and down as she watched his face contort with pleasure. Finally she couldn't stand it herself, the look on his face and the taste of his cock and cum sent her over the edge and she cupped his ass in her hands and helped him to his feet. While doing this she plunged her head to the base of his mammoth eight inch cock and sucked in deeply. She wanted to make him purge his lusts for her inside her mouth before she let him touch her. Suddenly his hands were on her head and she knew he must have freed himself and now his hands were just where she loved a man's hands to be while she was sucking his cock. Xavier couldn't take anymore. As he stood up he twisted his hands and managed to free one wrist from its bindings and then he put his hands on the back of her head and thrust into her mouth. "Oh my fucking sweet lord," he panted. Angelique had started to hum as she sucked his cock deep within her mouth. Suddenly she was feeling his hands holding her head still as he fucked her mouth. She didn't care this is how she had hoped it would be. She in turn dug her nails into his ass cheeks and sucked his cock with all her might. She wanted him to have no choice but to flood her mouth with his male juice. In and out his cock slid in her mouth as he neared orgasm. Angelique managed to get quick breaths between his thrust and then it was time his cock throbbed in her mouth and she prepared to receive him. She felt his ass cheeks clench as she worked a finger between them to rub his sensitive anus and then he clenched even tighter as she sucked just a bit harder and swirled her tongue around his shaft. Instantly she was rewarded with cum flowing freely in blasts from his cock. She pulled back just enough to let her mouth fill so she could taste him before swallowing his load down. This happened twice and then he pulled back and held her head still where it was. But she wasn't to be denied any drop of his seed. Angelique reached up and stroked his prick with her hand and opened her mouth as he shot the last few drops. "UGh!, um, oh sweet leaping Jesus, that was amazing Angel," Xavier breathlessly whispered. He was unable to do more than whisper at this point from all the groans and moans he had elicited a short time ago. "You taste delicious lover," Angelique quipped as she licked her lips. She stood up and kissed him waiting for him to back away, yet not surprised when he didn't. Xavier kissed Angelique with no hesitation this woman had just given him the blowjob of a lifetime and he wasn't about to deny her a kiss because she had swallowed his cum. Now it was his turn to dole out the pleasure.