The Princess and the Pauper Pt. 07
"It's been 20 hours since I had my first orgasm with you in the bar, and I've experienced more than an orgasm each hour since." She gives me a peck on the nose.
"You're really good at this, and I found what I was looking for in that bar, but you changed me." She arches her neck, staring up at me.
"Like Sleeping Beauty, you've awakened me. I can't let you go until my desires have been satisfied." Her fingernails trace random patterns on my chest, sometimes tugging on the fine hair, sometimes playing with my nipples. She glides her fingers down, from the base of my penis, along my stomach, getting close to the top, to my crown ridge. All five nails do a circle around the head and pull, popping over the edge, lightly grazing the tip against the tiny slit, where she tries to push her perfectly manicured nail into my opening.
"Brian, I need more." She twists my dick rather harshly. She sits up quickly, giggling.
"Let's take a shower and head to get some waffles and bacon." I put my hands on her sides, thinking of either throwing her down and having rough sex or tickling her for some fun.
"Sure, we should, but you're so darn handsome, so delicious, irresistible; everything I want to eat is right here. I flip her over on the bed, spread her legs, and place my face in her crotch. I lick from her perineum to her clit. Her fingers comb through my hair.
"MMMM Brian, I'd love to have you dine in. I could definitely go again, but I really do need a break; you've pleasured me nicely." She lifts my face from her well.
"We'll continue later. I think we're just getting started."
"You mentioned buying butt plugs, so food and preparing for anal are my top priorities now."
I pout my lips, pretending to be upset. She runs to the shower, and I follow.
"Gosh, your curvaceous body is so hot. I love to watch your bum move when you walk; I doubt we can shower together without me getting down and dirty."
We wash ourselves, lather each other up, and work on drying one another off. She wears a shower cap due to her thick hair taking an hour to dry.
After we help each other dry, Chantelle opens both of the dressing rooms.
"You'll be able to find some clothes that should fit; Cliff used to be thinner. Choose something casual."
I find a pair of tan slacks that Cliff must've outgrown a long time ago, a golf shirt, and slip-on loafers that fit me.
Chantelle returns a few minutes later, resembling a catalogue model, showcasing the latest summer look. She's wearing a pale-yellow cotton mid-thigh dress with a row of large black buttons in the front; yellow high heels, and a large brim, woven straw hat with a yellow ribbon. Her red hair adds a striking, sexy contrast. I silently mouth 'WOW', earning a big smile in return.
"You make clothes look good." I move closer, sliding one button down for a better view of her cleavage and inside of her bouncy breasts, and let my finger stroke under the material to arouse her nipples.
"There, a little more exposure is even more enticing, and who wouldn't enjoy looking at more of those incredible, plump breasts." I mouthing boat her chest between her breasts.
"Bllllaaa blllabbblthht," then I kiss her fully on her mouth.
"Come on, we gotta get outta here before you tear my clothes off, unfastening buttons." She chortles.
"Chantelle, I can't picture myself ever getting tired of your incredible, sensational body. You're fantastic, not just in appearance." I plant a kiss on her forehead.
"You'll likely have to drag me out, screaming and clawing, after I've trained you and worn out my welcome."
"Chantelle, I'm sure female orifices don't wear out, so it's hard to wear out your welcome?" She giggles, skipping ahead.
We enter her garage, and there are four vehicles.
"Wow."
"Pick one."
"The Vette, of course." It's a red 67 Sting Ray convertible. Chantelle grabs the keys from a rack, holding them near me teasingly. She assists me in putting the top down. I open her door, and she smiles seductively, winks, and intentionally flashes her exposed, moist pussy before she swings her legs into the car.
"Where to?" I ask as I drive out of the driveway.
"12th & Washington."
I peal out, driving the Vette aggressively, as if it's stolen. Chantelle removes her hat, places it on the floor, and kicks it with her foot. She shakes her head, watching her lush, wavy red hair blow in the wind, laughing.
"Wow, Brian, you're amazing at driving as well as in bed. Your knowledge, intention, controlled excitement, and style are all impressive; yahoo!" She waves her arms high.
While having waffles and bacon, we chat about various topics, such as our families, our favorite ones being sports, cuisine, movies, cars, personalities, and even irritants.
"Let's locate an adult toy store," she wipes her mouth, discards her napkin, and stands up.
"There's one nearby."
Chantelle pays with her card.
We park near the front of the store, at the far edge of the lot, next to some trees. I open the passenger door for her.
"I'm feeling naughty, Brian. I've never done anything like this before, sexually speaking. I'm very aroused and extremely wet." She has one foot outside the car, I glance around to ensure we're alone, then step between her legs, pushing her to the edge of the seat. I put my finger to her vagina and transfer her arousal to her anus, smearing the creased skin.
"Ooooo, mmhh." She widens her eyes and inhales sharply.
"Remember why we're here." I poke my finger into her anus. She squirms and moans, lifting her foot, leaning back against the dashboard, closing her eyes.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass with my big dick."
"Oh Brian, do it, gawd you make me so horny."
As I help her out of the car, I nuzzle her neck, walking toward the store with her, my hand caressing her butt. I hold the door open for her as we enter. A couple steps inside, I gasp, turning away.
"Chantelle, there's Sharon and Cassie over there. Let's return later." I hide behind a tall display rack, not wanting to confront them.
"I've got an idea; I'm going to do something provocative." Chantelle grins, undoes another button on her dress; adjusting it, almost revealing her rounded breasts, her dark areolas visible like the first time I saw her, she sways toward Sharon.
Finding a secluded spot, behind the tall display, where I can remain hidden, peeking, watching. Cassie is browsing, unaware of Chantelle's approach, she wanders to a different aisle, while Sharon's eyes remain fixated on Chantelle.
Sharon is an average-looking mother in her mid-40s, often referred to as a MILF; 5'6", curvaceous with 36Ds. Short brown hair, brown eyes, a bit overweight, and sporting a slight belly, she still is attractive, with a voluptuous, hourglass figure.
Chantelle stops right beside Sharon, almost brushing shoulders.
"Hmmmm, I like that." Chantelle murmurs softly. Lifting an 18" double-headed dildo from a display.
"One for each hole, Oooh, I'd like to feel this up my ass, knowing my man would fill me with it." Bending it in half.
"Yes, one of my favorites." Sharon smiles and flirts a wink, discreetly indicating she's checking out Chantelle's nearly visible breasts.
"I'm Chantelle. So, you use toys with your husband?"
"I'm Sharon. No more husband. I'm a lesbian now. I and my partner Cassie satisfy each other simultaneously with one like this black one." She holds the other end.
"I was married, but our sex life was more fulfilling with a female partner, Cassie." She looks around but can't spot her.
"A lesbian, why? Didn't you already understand your erogenous zones, your clitoris, your G-spot?"
Sharon is puzzled, unsure of how to react.
"Well, a woman knows how to pleasure another woman. Where and how to touch; unlike a man."
I dispute, believing a man can learn if shown where and how to stimulate a woman.
I fondle the double dildo, caressing it sensuously as if giving it a hand job.
"So, Sharon, how did you master the art of pleasuring another woman without a man during your teenage years?"
"I learned from Cassie. My husband didn't know how to make me experience satisfaction."
"I call bullshit. Sorry to be so blunt, Sharon, but before Cassie, did you already know about your erogenous zones?"
"Yes, I did." [End of paraphrased text]
"Be honest with yourself - you didn't acquire this understanding naturally; you learned it." I glare at her as I slide the sex toy into my cleavage, teasing my breasts while she watches.
"You had to learn about your own body, so why should you expect your significant other to know your body without your teaching?"
"After all, what about your personal preferences?" I tap her breast with the dildo, directly on her nipple.
"Honestly, both men and women know very little about a woman's sexual organs until they come across them. It's something that needs to be learned, like learning math or spelling. But who teaches sex?"
"Admit it, you fumbled around as a teenager; you didn't just automatically know what to do or how." I sneak the rubber penis under her top, brushing it across her tit.
"Were you embarrassed, scared, or simply too lazy to instruct your partner?" Of course, a woman can recreate an orgasm in herself after experiencing it.
I pause and lower my voice for emphasis. I tap her vulva with the dildo.
"If you didn't educate him, communicate with him, you left him for a woman with knowledge. So did you ever have a man give you a mind-blowing, earth-shattering, body-quivering, multiple orgasm that sent you into a hypersensitive, shivering fetal position?"
Gazing into her eyes, I gently stroke Sharon's cheek with my thumb, while my other hand strokes her vulva with the dildo, her nipples become erect.
"So unfortunate." Chantelle smiles.
"Women blame the man for being inadequate, unskilled, but it's often the woman's lack of awareness that leads to this. It's not the man's fault - he doesn't know what he doesn't know."
"If you were fucked as passionately and expertly as I have been, you wouldn't think this way." I push the dildo towards her crotch, my hand moving back and forth reports a steady thrust of masturbation for her. She's moaning, her eyes glaze over.
"I, too, was naive; however, I never knew about my G-spot or clitoris, which resulted in my divorce." On a Friday night in a bar, I flirted with a blue-collar worker, and within minutes, he made me orgasm on a bar stool. In his truck on the way home, he made me cum once more. He continued to deliver me erotic cunnilingus, stimulating my clitoris and G-spot, before indulging in a two-hour sex session in my bed.
"We attempted anal, but he's 8 inches with a broad girth. I couldn't accommodate him in my ass. Therefore, I'm here."
"Marriage, fantastic sex, and all require positive communication."
"Lack of communication results in a failed marriage."
12
"As I was riding my ex, cowgirl-style, my husband walked in. We didn't stop. We demonstrated to him how a real man makes love. He watched us have another orgasm before I had to take a break." Chantelle gently wipes her moist fingers and inserts three of them into her vagina.
"Good God, I'm so sexually aroused, look how wet I am!" I display the wet fingers to Sharon, tickling her senses.
"Sharon, you're incredibly alluring, and I would be open to trying a threesome. But I'll never betray my partner. He means too much to me - I won't jeopardize our relationship." I glance around.
"Would you sleep with someone other than your partner?" I twist her aroused nipple.
"Um, um, well, we've had threesomes, and we swing casually, but I've never cheated on my husband." Sharon pushes me away to brace herself on the display counter. One hand aggressively pinches her nipple through her top, while the other penetrates her crotch.
"Absolutely not!" I push Sharon against the display counter, grabbing her breast and massaging it between my hands.
"You're lying, of course you would, you just went for my vagina, grabbed my breast. You want me to finger you right now, which would be cheating. You cheated on your ex with your lesbian lover, didn't you?" I pinch Sharon's firm nipple roughly and smack her vulva through her pants.
"Uh, yes, yes I did." She spreads her legs wider.
"Mmmmm, hmmm" signing. She looks at me pleadingly.
"Please finish me; finger me; you've got me so aroused."
"You'd make a good submissive, do you like some BDSM, have your sweet bottom spanked. A little pain for pleasure play?" Squeezing, twisting her nipple even harder.
"Maybe a few smacks with a whip to excite you, a good ass spanking, a bit of butt pain? Huh? You like that kind of sex."
"You're here because you're not sexually satisfied right?" Sharon leans back on the counter, legs wide apart, head back, eyes wide, allowing Chantelle, eager for Chantelle to finish fingering her.
"Yes, we are looking to spice up our sexual activities." Sharon moans as Chantelle's fingers have her on the verge of an orgasm.
"Do me, Chantelle, I'm so near, make me cum, I'm almost there, please do me." Sharon's begging.
"We came here specifically for anal plugs to stretch my anus, now I'm thinking I'll get some BDSM items as well, I really enjoy being spanked, I'd like to dominate you Sharon, would you let us do that?"
"We could satisfy you, you'd want more, I bet you'd even reconsider lesbianism." I turn away, leaving her hanging, wanting, panting; I walk away.
After a few steps, Sharon calls out.
"Wait, uh, yes." Sharon catches up, just as Cassie arrives.
"I'll explain later, Cassie." Sharon addresses Cassie, then turns to me.
"Yes, please Chantelle, let's hook up."
"Only if my partner is on board." I pinch Sharon's nipple.
"You will agree to do whatever I tell you; meaning, you'll submit entirely to me?" I glare at Cassie, who's clueless about the situation. I pinch Sharon's nipple harder. I look back to Sharon.
"Nothing cruel or painful, but erotic, hot, luscious, stimulating, swatting, spanking, bondage with mild pain, blindfolding, nipple clamps; creating mammoth orgasms."
"Yes, oh yes, I do, I will." She winces from my tit pinching.
"Ok, give me your number." I give her my phone.
"If he agrees, I'll text you."
I return to Bob.
"Hurry, let's go; we'll come back later." We hurriedly run to the Camaro, before Cassie and Sharon leave the store. Chantelle keeps my back to them, her arms around my neck, hands interlocked. She kisses me passionately.
"Don't turn, I don't want them to recognize you, push me against the car. I'll explain later." She raises her right leg and wraps it behind me, her hand rubs my penis.
"OK, make it look like you're fucking me Bob, right now, even though you're not fully hard, pick me up and pretend to fuck me, while they're watching."
I lift her, she wraps her legs around me, I bounce her, my face between her breasts, I lift, carry, and place her on the trunk, thrusting swiftly, I glance over, they're standing right outside the store watching as another couple stops a few feet away from them.
"I'm hard now,"
I pick Chantelle off the trunk, carry her to a more private area, beside the car, under a bush and I lay down, I unzip my pants and Chantelle settles down on top of me.
"Can you see them?"
Yes, they're all leaving." Chantelle leans back, moving her hips back and forth, I move one hand down, squeezing her clitoris, she groans, sort of a moan, as she's trying to be quiet. I thrust rapidly, causing her to moan louder, as she falls forward, for a deep kiss.
"My gosh you're incredible." I hold her to me and pump, my orgasm is approaching, I open mouth French kiss her, my cock releases its load; sighing deeply, I exhale sharply, making guttural noises, grunting, while trying to focus on our kiss.
We relax, unconcerned and disregarding our location; enjoying the post-coital bliss for a few moments. Once collected, we adjust our clothing and rise from our unnoticed, mating location.
Chantelle asks me to wait in the car, while she goes back in to shop.
Half an hour later she returns with 3 bags. [END]
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