Madame X Book 1.1

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“Mmmmm. I like that,” she tilted her head back and to the side. He devoured her neck with hungry kisses.

His hands roamed freely over her entire body and he quickly discovered she was not wearing a bra.

“No panties AND no bra! You little minx,” he chided.

“Maybe,” she said playfully.

“Mmmhmm, I like my women slutty,” he growled and pressed against her harder.

His hands caressed her body while his mouth plucked the soft sinews of her neck. It was heaven. That spot on her neck. She closed her eyes, reaching behind her and caressing the front of his pants. His cock stiff already.

“Oh yeah. Sooo good,” he said, moaning.

He grabbed her hips and ground his cock against the cheek of her ass in slow, irregular circles.

“Are you going to take an actual photo of me?” she asked, suppressing a little sarcastic laugh.

“Yes! Yes, of course!” he ceased his teasing and released her, turning around to look for his phone. Picking it up, he walked around the table to the other side. “Stand on the stool then.”

Feeling a little dizzy from the drink and the delight of his kisses, she steadied herself on the table as she stood up on the stool. Her dress still hung on her hips exposing her lower half, glistening in sheer nylon.

Jefferson stood back, tapping his phone. X fussed with her hair a bit and placed her hands on the backs of her thighs, arching her back. She thought of how models might pose, impossibly contorted, yet graceful. She thrust her ass high and tried to keep her balance, her focus on the wood cabinets across the table in front of her. Jefferson moved close, the back of his phone nearly touching her body, as he took pictures. Sometimes the flash went off, sometimes it didn’t. X was just concentrating on not falling off the stool.

“So perfect. You are so, so perfect,” he murmured.

Taking a few more shots, he put the phone down and walked over to her. The pantyhose were sheer to the waist and the delicate mesh did little to hide the crease of her ass or the patch of her pubic hair. After the first time they were together, Jefferson had said that he loved the way she shaved her pussy. Since then, she took great care in tidying the stray hairs and shaving the outer lips so her skin was smooth and petal soft. It had become formality whenever she knew they would be spending time together.

“I love the way it smells.” He nuzzled her pussy through the pantyhose as she stood on the stool. Both his hands cupped her ass. “Turn around,” he said.

Holding her hips, he helped her turn slowly so she was now facing away from him. Her ass level with his face. He placed both hands on her fleshy cheeks and pressed his nose and tongue into the black nylon. The sensation was erotic.

Encouraged, Jefferson tugged on the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled them down just below the swell of her ass. His hands kneaded the flesh and his lips brushed the skin in feathery kisses before moving below. Spreading her cheeks wide, his tongue glided from the top of her crease to the puckering hole in her center. Vigorously now, he circled the sensitive skin surrounding her anus with wet, firm strokes. She flushed with heat from the sensation, rippling through her thighs and electrifying her clit. The small surface of the stool and the stranglehold of the pantyhose restricted her ability to spread her legs and give him better access. But he was undeterred. He grabbed her hips tightly and pulled her into his eager mouth.

She had always been shy about playing with her ass during sex. A bad experience in the past, combined with shame and taboo, had made her keep experimentation at bay and the area off limits. And given the general lack of interest shown by most of her prior partners, she hadn’t given this type of play much thought. The surprise of how pleasurable his warm tongue felt in this unexplored area, was hard for her to deny. Jefferson’s tongue probed her tight anus and she began to relax—unfolding like a blossom. Unaware of the soft moans of pleasure escaping her lips.

Enjoying her helplessness and astonishment, he doubled his efforts, pushing his tongue insistently against her opening in an attempt to penetrate her fleshy ring. She tensed a few times against him, swaying. He grabbed the front of her hips and pulled her closer, delving as deeply as he could.

“Mmmm, I love this ass,” he said.

He playfully nipped each cheek and worked his mouth around her hips and to the front of her, slightly bent, body. Guiding her gently upright, his nose nestled in the soft hair above her pussy. His tongue parted her slit, taking turns between licking and sucking the upper, outer lips of her pussy. The feeling was good, but she had a hard time enjoying it too much for fear of losing her balance.

“My God! So fucking good,” he exclaimed, mostly to himself.

Pulling her close again by the waistband of her pantyhose, he feasted on the swollen outer lips of her pussy with passion and intent. X was equally startled and turned on by the forcefulness of his kissing. Until now, oral sex with him had been mostly brief and soft. But this, his new appetite and zeal for her cunt, was intense and arousing.

“You are making me dizzy. I think I need to sit down,” she breathed.

Gripping her legs with both arms, he held her more firmly as he worked her pussy with his tongue and lips.

“Oh fuck! That feels really good,” she gasped.

Jefferson looked up at her, smiling and triumphant. His warm tongue circled her swollen lips a few more times, ending with a soft suck to the bud of her clit. Her body surged and her hips shivered reflexively. She cried out in surprise. Noting her unsteady stance, he helped her to sit down on the table to relax. He tugged her dress over her head and pulled her pantyhose below her knees. Her feet resting on the stool, the smooth wood of the table was cool and welcoming beneath her bare skin.

Jefferson took his time, kissing from her mouth to her left breast, then her right, sucking each tender nub. With one hand on her breast, the other explored the folds of her pussy, still slick from his mouth. She leaned back, silently hoping for his mouth again, but enjoyed his probing fingers far more than she anticipated.

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