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Joseph Veronneau Bes R Walker
This artwork is by Boris Vallejo
The Longing-Joseph Veronneau
Entering from the outside of the hallway, the door appears as if to come to a slow close, then jolts in a spurt of anxiousness and semi-slams itself closed, now locked to all outsiders. Eyes meet. This is more than recognition, this is scent, fingertips, fingers moving slowly, eyelashes barely batting, a trance of the soul, seeing into each others eyes the same way a vagrant knows how to appropriate themselves for change collecting.
He bends and moves his hands down her thighs, all the while viewing her choice of clothing: slim-fit jeans, classy platforms, toenails neatly polished, all her frame an impressive work of taste and fit. He reaches down and the straps around the platforms are stripped loose, now dangling to the sides of her ankles. His hands slide to meet the exposed flesh, soft and riveting to the touch, her tanned skin a perfect fit to the grip. Hands now sliding up jeaned legs, looking into her eyes all the while as the stare is returned.
When reaching back up to the waist, he leans in, kisses lips softly, the sound of their lips separating a pleasant sound, enough so to harden himself into full erection. Left hand moving this time, reaching down between her legs, they lay against the door they entered. The fuse has been lit; she slides her hands down his torso, watching exactly where her own fingers roam. Reaching the bottom of a shirt, her fingers curl to pull the dreaded garment off. Shirtless, he presses himself up against her, closer yet, against the door. Placing his hand behind her neck, balancing for the passionate kiss, she accepts it readily and reaches for his crotch.
Undoing his pants, modern day jean wear themselves, she slides them down to his knees.
"Do you know how long....."
She stops in mid-sentence, the moment takes over. She slides his hard dick inside her mouth, lips caressing softly over the top, glossy, she wants it all. With little reflex of the throat, she takes down all of it, right down to his balls. He sighs as her lips slide off like the sweetest lollipop getting salivated.
She stares up into his eyes, the blue/green of them stare back with the lucidity of a baseball park. His arms reach down, and he grips her hair between his fingers. Her lips slide off his cock again, and she looks up and smiles this time; he returns the gesture. She continues to push herself deep into his dick, at times surprising herself how much and how badly she wants this, waiting for it for what seems like an eternity.
Looking down and seeing her lips over his cock, her fingers roaming her clit over and again, he sighs, releases his hands from her hair, and reaches his hands in front of her, fingers intertwining to meet in a pull upwards. She stands as he is now reversed into the door, the possibility of those that pass hearing them adds to the sensations they are feeling.
Kissing him again, she reaches down and strokes his cock some more, glances into his eyes, her own brown eyes enhancing his sexual fulfilling. Unable to take the easiness of making out, albeit passionately, more is there. He picks her up underneath her thighs and walks her to the bed. Just as she thinks she is about to be dropped onto it, he moves her out a bit from him; she takes the hint. She reaches down after spitting into her hands, runs her hand across the tips and shaft of his fully erect cock, and eases it into her. Placing his hands underneath her ass, he begins to slowly fuck the pussy he has longed for, now understanding how deep not only he runs inside her, but also his love for her.
She slides up and down his pole, his hands gripping tighter on her ass and they both bite their lips. When this is notices, they lean toward one another, and grab with their respective teeth, one at a time, the lips of the others with the opposite's teeth, biting playfully yet seductively.
While standing with her, her pussy gliding up and down on him in full stance, she takes her arms off from around his neck and pulls her shirt off. Tactfully, she reaches around behind and undoes her bra, her tits now exposed. Erect nipples bounces in now and then, chests rub together as he pulls her a bit closer, sighing into her ear "let's take this to the bed."
As he lets her down from his grip, she pushes him forcefully down onto the bed, he smiles and enjoys her sexual prowess. She gets on top of him rather quickly, and lays her hands on his chest. He reaches up and places his hands on her tits, playing a bit with the already hardened nipples at first. They seem to enjoy the touch as harder yet they become. She slides her head down next to his as she rides him. Hands on his shoulders, chest, down his torso, gliding, looking for all the treasure that can be had. Around her waist, leaning up to lick from just underneath her tits to over them he returns his own movements back. Reaching down and extending a finger out, he sucks it in all the way. Each finger is devoured in this manner. When her fingers are completely drenched in his saliva, she reaches down to further giving her clit another round.
Slowing down in her ride, she sees in his eyes the desire to take over, and she obliges. She stands and he slaps her ass, she playfully laughs as he extends his own fingers now to her; she takes in three of them at a time on the first lunge, the remaining two on his right hand on the second. They pop out of her mouth like an even sweeter lollipop has been toyed with.
Bending her next to the bed, she stands, he stands behind her and licks from the back of her thighs all the way up her back, between her shoulders where any tension from being held in the air is immediately released. She reaches around behind herself with her right hand, and slides him in.
At first it comes in slow, deep strokes.
"Ah baby, how much have you wanted this?" He asks her between strokes.
"Babe, you know this is.... ahhh so much baby....so fucking much."
With that, he speeds up the pace of his penetration. The sounds of him slapping against her echoes the room and turns them both on more. Sighing becomes heavier, much heavier. He reaches his hands up over her shoulders and pulls her into his crotch even tighter. His hands moving off her shoulders, down groping over her tits, then releasing them, sliding down her torso until finally settling on her waist. She raises her right leg and he changes angles, back and forth, each slide fully penetrated by the angle stood at.
"I'm going to cum all over your dick," she alerts him.
"Cum all over it baby, I want you to."
With each resulting thrust after, her moans get louder, breathing heavier until she releases a moan that his deeper than the rest, followed by shallower breaths than had previously been emitted.
"I want your cum inside me baby," she tells him as she is still finishing her own orgasm.
"You want it badly?"
"Sooo bad, just do it baby, just do it."
With her instruction he pounds his cock a bit harder into her. Reaching and grabbing her hair, he pulls her for all glory into him, so deep, so loud the resulting sound.
"Ahhhh fuck, fuck baby."
In large spurts, he feels his cum spraying into her, a mish-mash of her warm insides combining with his own heated dick intensify the beauty of their collective orgasm.
"Stay inside me baby," she tells him.
Still sighing, he continues to slowly stroke it, bringing it to the tip, then sliding it back in deeply. These are the lovers, they make no apology for their devotion to each other, if somebody else heard at first, maybe they are better off for it.
The Couple in the Chicago - style Brownstone- Bes R Walker Dickie is Prime Booty
Dickie is a genius. His company specializes in support services and capital construction in high profile port, highway, maglev, mall, stadium and airport projects around the globe. You cannot imagine how successful he is. But before you get the idea that Dickie is a one-dimensional money making machine, let me assure you he is not. To the contrary, he has not let financial success alter his humanistic and egalitarian outlook. He is the kind of guy who would prefer to live in a society that is a modern day version of the bygone Mom and Pop businesses era ... and family-owned farms... as opposed to the rat rate global business has become.
Dickie once remarked that business and finance had become "nothing more than the tangible consequences of the philosophy expressed by Michael Douglas' Gordon Gekko character." You remember Gekko's infamous pronouncement that Greed is Good."
So, you will not be surprised when I tell you that he believes that the various economies flattened by the crushing financial crisis can only recover by adopting a approach that has a proper balance of public and private input.
Dickie is a natural leader and a great team player.
He is the kind of man who loves to discuss any and everything conceivable, the merits of the Super Bowl vs. World Cup or, in a like vein, the euro and the yuan or barbecuing red meat or grilling a salmon, cheesecake or baked Alaska, or which is the more challenging, stud poker or bridge. We are all great poker enthusiasts. By we, I mean my hubby Henry and I, plus Dickie and Delores, she's Dickie's wife and my best friend...she was my maid of honor, in fact.
As I said we are all big poker enthusiasts. We also like to go riding, fishing and camping together. Especially the camping, oh, and hiking. We like to combine the hiking, riding, fishing and camping whenever possible, although some of our favorites camping sites do not offer all these activities.. So, you see the four of us spend a lot of time together.
Back to Dickie, on top of everything else that I have said about him I must add that he is such a great listener. You know how some guys pretend to be listening and there are many who are very good at this deception. But with Dickie it is real .
He is not just listening he is actually mentally massaging everything you say to him so that he can grasp the fullest meaning of your words.
And besides all that he is so good looking...and you won't believe this, but he loves to dance! Ballroom, line, disco, ska, country, you name it he has or if he hasn't, will, try any form of the Terpsichorean art.
He once told me that he liked dancing as much as baseball, since he was a varsity baseball player in college, that is quite a statement. He was even offer a contract with a top level minor league club that he said was affiliated with either the Yankees or the Mets, I forget which one. I don't particularly care for baseball, I am more of a tennis gal.
Delores, who is a powerful personality in her own right, described him is a big-hearted guy with a Mensa size brain and a stallion's body. She is not alone in that assessment, it seems to be the view of many of the metropolitan area's fairer sex. And perhaps beyond.
It would only be fair to mention that Mrs. Redstone, Delores, has also turned the eye of many a male, both powerful and not so powerful. She is an attractive woman in many ways, not just physically. And as I said, my best friend. My very best friend. She helped me make the most of my honeymoon night, with some very creative and innovative suggestion that I found a little shocking at first. But when I finally saw the logic in her advice I ran with and scored a touchdown on our honeymoon night. (So to speak.) She is also the head of our corporation, Creative Culture Corporation, of which a certain Dr. Crystal Cleaver has a business which is in fact a subsidiary of our corporation. She is also among the legion of Dickie's not so secret admirers. For years now, there have been persistent and pervasive rumors for quite some time asserting that one of our old school chums and business associate ... namely the Crystal Cleaver dame...was dead set on stealing him from Delores.
Most informed sources, and even Delores, off the record, have confirmed that Mrs., pardon me, Dr. Cleaver ... yes, she is married -- frequently behaves in an inappropriate manner toward Dickie, especially for a married woman.
However, no one has ever made an overt public statement attesting to that for the record.
Now, Cleaver's behavior should not be condoned but it should be understood.
One can see how a weak minded, impressionable woman, such as Dr. Cleaver, might easily slip totally off the deep end over a man like Dickie Redstone. Besides the woman is a tramp. And always has been.
Indeed, given Cleaver's general lack of ethics, if any wealthy, good looking hunk merely passed her by on the street, she would probably pursue him in the hopes of making a proposition, "he couldn't refuse."
When it comes to Dickie however she is at her worse. This isn't just inappropriate love we're talking about here. We are talking about a woman with an obsessive-compulsive kind of problem when it comes to Dickie.
And the really sad thing is that she refuses to accept that she never had a chance with him. Not even when we all were students at the uninversity.
But all this irrational behavior on Cleaver's part can readily be understood at a gut level. After all he is, I repeat a highly desirable man.
Let me put it this way:
They use to say Myrna Loy's character Nora Charles was just the kind of wife that every man wants to come home...well, I can truthfully say that Dickie Redstone is just the kind of man any sane woman would claw her way through steel to get hold of. I see his true beauty but I am fortunate that I also have a wonderful husband, so my admiration for Dickie never spills over into private matters, if you catch my drift here. It had to be said, after all I have told you about Dickie
From: DrC@drcenterprises.com
Our Asset Liability Management, Capital Markets Project Management and Reporting and Data Management teams are up and running.
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And yes we haven't forgotten the home corporations favorite axiom: a sound strategy starts with a good policy based on a strong business intelligence system. In fact we think our actions are the proof of the pudding in this area.
What this all means is that we now have the analytical muscle to properly set up optimization workflows to guide us in making profitable trades, and thereby enhance our portfolio's profit/loss profile, and fully comply with home corporation's risk policy.
We plan to use this new top of the cream analyst talent to dissect the general market conditions, assess the value and potential of various income securities, mortgage and mortgage security markets, and guide us in implementing the custom made quantitative risk analysis systems and thereby improve our capacity to formulate risk management strategies using state of the art risk rate quantification models.
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This will give our company, and the corporation as a whole, greater knowledge, clarity and direction than all the others in the hedge and short sell markets. I guarantee we will make a killing on the real estate securities. I have sank 80 percent of our resources on this scheme. I think we should sink some of the main corporate funds into this thing. Its going to be bigger than gold of the Platinum Group Metals I tell you. It will make all of us filthy rich bitches!!!
Crystal's real motivation here was to make a big score and show up Delores. With the long term goal of taking over the whole corporation and, at least as she dreamed or fantasized, finally take Dickie from her. As if Dickie is that kind of man.
Of course Delores ignored Crystal's advice. She adamantly refused to put any of the corporate money into her flimsy scheme. Cleaver's company, Dr. Crystal Co., lost almost everything. Well, what was left was so insignificant, that one would have to say that they had effectively lost everything.
Even as early as 2005 there were many analysts who could see that the speculative real estate bubble was about to blow. When the crash hit the securities speculators market Delores had protected our corporation, while Crystal had put herself at the mercy of Delores. You see after the crash she needed even more financial support from corporate. You get the picture.
Only a huge capital infusion from corporate, that is from Delores, as she is the real power in our corporation, allowed Dr. Crystal Co. to actually stay open.
Cleaver hates Delores all the more now that she is her sole financial lifeline.
So, you see, despite Cleaver's anti-Delores campaigns and plots, including an incessant bombardment of ranting accusations that try to paint Delores as some kind of fiendish, scheming, grasping, sex-crazed undercover whore, she is in not some shadowy evil succubus. Neither is she the cold blooded business shark and vampire Cleaver also falsely claims.
She is in reality an exceptionally nice, vivacious, kind person who is as brilliant as the sun on the hottest day in August. Cleaver should not hate her because she is both beautiful and brilliant. She should rejoice that Delores wants all of us to share in her success. But not Cleaver. She is too "un"-good for that.
The Heroine: Meet Delores Delores, how does one start describing her. First, let me say that she is not only my absolute best friend ever, hiking compatriot and poker partner, well we aren’t that good, but we go to the Poker World Series with the fellows and play a few hand every weekend or so, she is also my leader.
Even though there is only two months between us in age, and in fact I am older that she, I readily acknowledge her superior leadership capabilities. As does the great majority of our corporation and our wider circle of friends and associates.
Delores once described herself as, " being very green, sociable too a fault, almost, and terribly attractive in a nice girl way, like a cross between that 20th century ice skater Dorothy Hammiel, when she was young of course, and the popular Disney character Boo, with a little bit of Wednesday Adams' spunk just for spice." I would add a touch of Erma Bombeck, a bit of Myrna Loy and healthy dose of triple X_RATED Mae West.
Dickie described her this way, "A well stacked brunette firecracker as my granddad would have said in his day. That is to say a woman who had a great body, you know tits to die for and a nice round ass and a fetching charming smile on her pretty face. She is my absolute Goddess."
She's very serious in business and life in general, very methodical and thorough in everything she embarks upon. She is the type who does not play to lose but always plays fair.
She once told me that her motto for romance was precisely the same as her commercial credo: The right message, right person, right offering, right time and the right channel, except that in erotic and romantic matters, she does not sell anything if you get my meaning. She went on to amplify:
"I call this love life advice for dummies," she said and then chuckled or perhaps it was more like a hybrid giggle and chuckle. Continuing, with this cute little devilish glint in her eyes, she told me that, "It isn't an elaborate theory, Tess, my advice is this, when you I meet a guy with all the right potential and moves, do as I did with Dickie, I showed him my motto by my actions."
When I asked her what did she mean her motto.
"Oh, that is simple, my motto is this 'See me ... See my pussy...LICK well!'"
Delores was only half kidding.
Then she elaborated that what she meant was that a woman must use her wardrobe and accessories, her hats, skirts, blouses, shoes, sun glasses and whatever else works to appear to be perceived the way she wants.
She continued with an anecdote from her own personal life,
"...One time before Dickie and I married, I dropped by his house dressed completely in black from head to toe. I wore the most darling little shoes, a casual cashmere suit and splendid, rather rakish hat, black fish net stockings and my favorite dark sunglasses. I was the perfect mystery woman and I turned him into my own perfectly horny sexual barbarian."
This is the way she keeps the fire raging in the very active love life she shares with her "Dickie" ...this is also part of what make Cleaver insist to all who will listen that Delores had bewitched and enthralled Dickie with a hex, or potion, or some other such nonsense.
I understand that she is great in bed, well at least that is what she says.
But whatever the skill level of her conjugal skills they are first and foremost just that, conjugal. There is a definite lack of madness in her method when it comes to Dickie and her own sex lives. It is all about working hard to please her man, so that he will work equally hard, or harder, to please her. There is nothing even remotely true that she and I are or ever were cold blood wild sluts, as Cleaver tries to paint us.
This excerpt from Delores' writing will show you just how naughty she can get... I could not show this to you without her permission, which Delores graciously gave me, to tell the truth she is a bit of an exhibitionist, and she wouldn't mind me showing her writing to anyone I trusted. As she said, "hey poker buddy, if you trust them, I trust them."
We lay in my bed. My body trembled, almost violently, as his strong hands caressed my nakedness. Then Dickie began to paint my thighs with the tip of his cock making me groan.
These actions were nothing less than the purest expressions of our absolute lust which is the product of our deep love for each other.
He kisses me and we danced the lover's tongue tango. I hungrily responded, nearly devouring his tongue. He breaks off the kiss and then gently whispers, "Spread your legs, honey." I happily complied and he then lay on top of me covering my whole body with his. This total body contact made me even hotter.
Indeed, I was absolutely on fire. Instinctively, I started to grind my lower body against him
I could feel his cock twitching almost as if it was seeking the entrance to my womb independent of our action. But the first thing he inserted inside was a very skilled finger. When Dickie reached down and slipped his finger into the raging heat that was my cunt, I gasped with such wild desire that I even surprised myself.
I quickly spread my legs even wider.
Even as he continued to pump his finger rapidly in and out my cunt, .I could feel his wonderfully delicious dick quivering between my thighs sending electric shocks throughout my body. It was still seeking a way inside my warm, increasingly wet, pussy independently of Dickie and I..
Dickie added a second finger and start to softly bite me on the neck.
"That feels so good!" I said or rather moaned.
In reply he gave me a little pinch on the butt, with his free hand, in response I squealed with heightened delight.
My instincts now took over.
I was writhing on the bed in a near frantic manner. I was thrusting my hungry pussy up against Dickie's hand. I heard his muted voice.
"God, Delores, I really need to taste your sweet pussy…" Dickie whispered.
He loves to tongue-fuck me. The finger was great, but it could not compare with being eaten.
"Oh, yes, eat my pussy darling!" I demanded, the urgency and force of my reply mirrored the steady increase in my desire. "Make me come, darling!"
Dickie couldn't wait to bury his face in my cunt. Before I had finished the word darling, he had began to slowly kiss and lick his way down my body until he was face to face with the prize he craved
I felt as if I might faint with expectation as my Dickie's hot breath caressed my naked thighs. I spread my legs further apart, giving him clear shot of my needy cunt.
"Ohhhh, Dickie," I moaned. "I'm so hot! So horny! Please hurry up and eat me, I can't wait much longer!"
"Oh, baby, you know how much I love to to taste you!" Dickie said in a guttural voice "Please do it, Dickie, lick my cunt now!" I replied. I wanted to say less talk and more eating, but being the gentlewoman I am, I did not.
I wanted to feel his tongue entering me in the worst way...that is the best way. "I will, baby, I will!" Dickie reassured me.
He positioned his head between my thighs. I tensed a bit, my body trembling with anticipation.
Dickie spread my wet pussy lips apart as wide as he could.. Then Dickie ran his hot tongue across my quivering pussy lips, naturally my pussy nectar-wine started to flow more. . Soon it was a near deluge as I was producing a copious outpouring of tasty pussy nectar flow.. Or rather Dickie was producing it with his magic oral act.
"Mmmm, you taste so good, honey!"
He always says things like that, he knows it makes me even hotter.
"Ohhhh, Dickie, you make so happy and so horny, you must be some kind of love demon." I cooed in appreciation of his efforts to make both of us happy.
Dickie buried his face even closer to the treasure between my now taut with excitement thighs, and began to dip his tongue in and out of my wet cunt.
"God, yesssss!" I moaned, thrashing about wildly, trying to capture every possible bit of pleasure from Dickie's tongue and face.
And as I moaned Dickie's tongue seemed to be emboldened as it snaked around everywhere painting my sacred areas
He expertly worked his tongue in and out my wet quivering twat just as I imagine an expert artist would in the creation of his or her finest masterpiece. Later he told me that he wanted to give me the best tonguing possible. Which he did.
Before loing I had taken over. I grabbed Dickie's head, moved it closer to me so that he could give me a proper kitty licking. My pussy throbbed and pulsed with lust as he continued to suck and lick my moist, juicy even, cunt.
As I felt the skill of his tongue growing with each passing moment, all I could say, or rather mumble, was "Mmmmm," and "Ahhh", over and over again.
Dickie licked and kissed me feverishly, all the while, sucking my fluids into his mouth as quickly as he could harvest it.
"Awwwwww, shit honey!" I shrieked, closing my thighs tighter on his head and pulling his pussy juice-soaked face ever closer to my seat of bliss. I knew I was going to have a great climax and really douse him with his beloved pussy wine.
"Unnnnh, ohhh, Dickie, I need to come!"
"Dickie," I barely murmured. "I am going to flood you with my sweet cum!" My voice sounded all raspy, it also sounded as if it was coming out of a cave or something. Dickie responded with an affirmative mumble, since his mouth
and tongue were both otherwise too engaged to say more. I literally started to cry that was just how intense the experience was. I moaned again and again as Dickie's tongue teased and
pleased my cunt-walls and licking up the cunt-juice as it poured from me. He
fucked his tongue deep into the hot depths of my creamy cunt, licking and
teasing me expertly.
His tongue fucked deeper into me and just when I thought he had played most of his best cards for the night, he used it, his tongue, to tease my clit out from its hood and then licked and sucked it.
I love it when Dickie give me a clit blow job I could feel his face, and especially his forehead, rubbing against me exciting me in several sensitive areas at one and the same time that his tongue and mouth was blowing me . "I love it! I love it!" I screamed as I felt my
body being brought to a feverish pitch as he gave me clit head."Uh, oh
God," I moaned, as his hard tongue massaged my needy clit over and over
again in the process of the clit bj
Yet, there was still more to come. He gently inserted his two middle finger inside just above where his tongue was busy at work and placed his thumb at the toop of my pussy entrance. Then he made me explode. He had found the fabled G-spot.
My pussy-wine was dripping into my husband mouth faster and faster as he continue to eat my cunt hungrily. Again and again, Dickie's hot tongue stabbed, licked, bit and sucked at my grateful clit. All the while gently manipulating my G-spot.
"I'm commiiinnnggg!" I exclaimed suddenly, clutching Dickie's head as I came. I wriggled and shook violently as wave after wave of this mind-blowing orgasm raced through my body. I tigthened the grip of my thighs, calves and hands on his head bringing him even closer to my epicenter.,
"Yesssss!" I screeched as the full force of the orgasm hit me. My body shuddered and trembled under the hot tongue-lashing and finger work. And then I smashed myself into his face with the tremendous force of a comet smashing into a meteor.
I felt reaaly good, I was getting great, uncontrollable pleasure from my cunt continual explosion into his mouth, rewarding him with my creamy cum.
Finally my cunt pulsed and twitched against his face, hand,
tongue and lips and I began to come down a bit.
He buried his face even closer to my pussy. He kissed and sucked my lips, tongued my clit gingerly and but he did ease up on his G-spot actions. I think he felt that the area around my G-spot was too sensitive for continued stimulation But he did keep his hand in the same position, he just cut out the overt movement..
"Mmmmm, yesss, oh God yessss!" I exclaimed, although I was already taxed from the orgasm itself. It only took a couple of moments before I was shooting my juice into his mouth again. I always try to aim at the back of Dickie's throat that way I know he can sup on me without any cum going to waste.
Lifting his head from his feeding area, he spoke in his normal voice. "Delores I love the way you come inside my mouth!" and he further advised that, " Now you can make me come! Suck my cock and make me come!"
"69?" I asked.
He answered by rolling me on my back and taking my clit between his lips a mere matter of seconds after he pivoted his body so I could do likewise to his loving dick . I moved my head up and down, back and forth as I sucked, snake-tongued, nibbled and inhaled his tasty cock. But before I could really get going he had me coming again…I think it was the psychology of the moment more than anything else that prompted it.
"Ohhhh, God!" I mumbled around his pulsing dick.
My cunt was on the very brink of exploding and flooding his mouth and face with my nectar again, much to my pleasure.
Sensing this he increased his efforts so the he could drink my cum that he relished so much.
I mumbled again, "I'm about to come again Dickie, eat me sweetheart…eat me!"
By this time I was so enthralled with what he was giving me I had completely stopped sucking him. His dick however continued to pulsate in my mouth and that made the whole lead up to my orgasm even more ecstatic.
I cannot describe the pleasure he was giving me. Pleasure that was all the more intense because it was an accurate reflection of the depth of our love. Without our deep affection for each other, we could not create this kind of physical love.
Our lovemaking is more of an erotic art form that anything else.
While Dickie continued to lick and suck my agitated cunt I thought about how much I wanted this to never end and at the same time I wanted it to end in a greatest climax in human history.
Dickie sucked hard on my now ultra-sensitive clit and lapped up more of my cunt wine, my goddess ambrosia - nectar. As he loves to do in such circumstances he vigorously rubbed his face in and all around my cunt smearing himself with my sacred juices. "Don't stop, Dickie!" I nearly shrieked. "I'm about to come in your mouth again !" I jerked wildly kicking my legs everywhere and then it happened again I had another wonderful orgasm, which much like the others, raged throughout me and climaxed with yet another liquid gift for Dickie's educated palate. He can not get enough of my cum. It is so wonderful..
I then finished giving him the bj of his life and drank him down. All the while he continued to gently lick, kiss and suck me.
Pretty wild stuff, huh? Well, that's Delores for you. And you can now understand how little a chance Crystal or any other bimbo has of taking him from his beloved Delores. But she keeps trying anyway
She wrote and posted a rather nasty story on her club's web site - the club is called Centripetal Force, by the way. It was a loose, barely disguised attack on Delores and I and our spouses. We know because we have many quite friendly sources among her inner circle. One woman in particular. She was in effect Delores' agent.
In her libelous, defaming tale, Cleaver changed our names to Denise, Trish, Harry and Dougie. Denise for Delores, Dougie for Dickie. Trish and Harry served as thin covers for myself and Henry.
In the story the Denise character uses the Trish and Harry characters for both business and her extremely wanton sexual purposes.
In this libelous crap Cleaver writes about the wedding night of Harry and Trish, which was initiated by Denise screwing Harry and then capped by Trish servicing Denise orally immediately after Harry ejaculated inside her cunt, as I recall the term used is "she ate her creampie".
Thus this false Delores not only sexually enslaves her friends, weakens their marriage but also cuckolds the Dougie character. Cleaver wanted this to get back to Delores. She wanted to goad her into a public feud maybe even a catfight, one never knows how a sick woman like her really thinks..
Then the two submissives, Trish and Harry, take turns serving and servicing her for the greater part of their wedding night and indeed for the rest of the sordid little tale.
When I caught wind of it from our sources inside Cleaver's circle I was convinced that now Delores would decapitate her. Finish her off for good.
"Delores, this is disgusting. This time she has gone too far lets jam her, now." I nearly demanded.
"Be patient Tess, she is showing her utter frustration, weakness and desperation with something like this. And it is no threat to us, who reads her nickel dime, penny ante club blog, anyway? The three or four skanks in that club and that's about it.
"You know full well that this is just another variation on her old you and I are lesbian lovers script and it will be as successful as it was in all the previous formulation. Don't worry about her."
"But..."
"She's nothing, not even small potatoes.'
Delores was not always so forgiven and gentle with Cleaver. She once told me that Cleaver was the kind of woman who would be out on a date with a guy and if he made the mistake of going to the men's room or making a phone call in the lobby, when he returned to their table he would find her happily sucking the dick of the waiter.
Delores has good reason for seeing her in this light, for as I have tried to demonstrate, Crystal continued, even after Delores and Dickie's marriage, to pursue Dickie -- even if Delores is standing right next to him. The woman is shameless.
As you can see from what I have already told you Delores is no wimp when it comes to the bedroom. In taking on Delores Crystal has bitten off more than she could possible handle, even in her wildest dreams or fantasies. No, no, don't ever think that Delores is a novice in matters of physical amor. Quite the contrary. In fact, you could even call Delores the Queen, no, the Empress of the art of correct "slutting".
What I mean by this is that her "slutting" is altogether appropriate because it is only an attitude she and Dickie assume in their physical love life. That is completely uninhibited lustful creativity, but only with each other.
To give you a clearer idea of what they call making love, let us look at one of Delores very first story about such matters I was allowed to read. I strongly believe it is loosely based on her own love life with Dickie, but she never admits to that. I read it the night just before my own honeymoon night. And it was very edifying and I am grateful for her lessons on being a wanton for my groom.
First, I would like to tell you a little more about her writing prowess. Generally speaking, but not always, when you read one of Delores' story you are instantly whisked away to a universe full of romantic sunsets, contented couples walking hand in hand on a moon lit beach and great ambient sounds that you can almost actually hear and even feel reverberating in your body. She creates a highly charged romantic atmosphere, that practically seizes hold of your mind with her frank and vivid narrative. Of course not all her writings are thinly disguised descriptions of lovemaking and perpetual courtship ala Redstones. She likes to write stuff with raw, bare, blunt, even primitive, sexual energy, with very little else than the primitive rawness.
But most of the time, she populates her erotica with a world where the restaurants have deliciously intriguing romantic menus. The entrees overflow with lots of seafood specialties, tropical fruits and other such goodies, all offered to you in highly artistic plate presentations.
And inevitably followed by a late night party for two comprised of chilled wine and cheese followed by an excellent champagne, grapes, cherries and strawberries or some other array sufficiently similar, which are in turn replaced by unbridled amour.
Her rooms are those wonderfully dreamy locations with high vaulted ceilings, private balconies, darling wood accents throughout, four poster canopy beds, romantic lighting, wood-burning fireplaces and blissful soothing romantic music floating throughout. An environment that is accented with just the right accessories, in room Jacuzzi, whirlpool tubs and convenient steam baths.
In short, the kind of environment tailor made for a wife
like Delores who loves to wear creative and sexy lingerie or cavort stark naked
equally as much. She is very precise and careful about matters of Eros.
"It is", as she says so often, "for the pleasure of both my
husband and myself."
The week after they got married she wrote about their honeymoon fuck so she could burn the memory in her mind. She let me read it but I had to swear I would not let anyone else read it unless I got her permission. So with her permission, I offer a bit of the tamer stuff in her honeymoon story for your assessment. I'll skip over the preliminaries -- which means you won't get the really romantic stuff like the rose petals strewn on her bed and their preliminary tryst in their private sauna, and get right down to the brass tacks and hard facts of her fictional honeymoon fucking. It starts with Delores modeling all kinds of sexy under stuff that our companies manufacture for such occasions. You know exotic thongs, tangas, string panties the kind of stuff that you wear to make your man go crazy ogling your tits and butt cheeks. It is very romantic and sensual, there is no doubt about that, but it not necessary for our purposes here. So, I cut all that out too.
And now let us get to the heart of Delores' really nasty (smile) story.
We all know getting some satisfying kitty head is the greatest thing next to copulation and romantic love itself. That was what awaited me that night. Dickie's oral love had my legs and most of the rest of my body, deliciously twitching, kicking, shaking and trembling all at the same time and I felt as if I was alternatively moaning and giggling for hours. Well, maybe more like several minutes
I completely love the way he licked me. It was like he was painting it or something and going deeper with each separate iteration. With each passing nano-second, Dickie had me moaning with ever increasing intensity, greater frequency and a lot more audibility.
Our honeymoon face fuck was a great way to start our marriage. I sat on his face, like Annie Oakley easing into her saddle before going out to chase rustlers or something. Then I started lightly grinding into his face and nearly ramming my body down against his head. Dickie likes it rough when he eats me from below.
As I continued to pussy-pulverized his face, he began to
concentrate his tongue on the task of teasing my clit, it and then with it got
a little more aroused, p he sucked it into his mouth...as soon as my body gave
him the signal he slid a hand between his face and my cunt and introduced two of
his fingers inside so that he could finger fuck me in harmony with his tongue.
As if the great sucking, lick and teasing he was giving my clit...and the
masterful use of varying tempo and pressure he was using was not sufficient to
drive me crazy with lust to shoot in his mouth.
I told Dickie that I had to make a visit to the water closet. After I finished, I washed up, opened the door and walked into a Dickie bear hug and vigorous French kiss. He had ambushed me. As we kiss he maneuved me up against the wall.
He slides his still nude body all across my nakedness kissing me so deeply, I felt as if I was in a trance of sorts. We kinda of dry humped in a slow rhythmic, semi-gentle manner.
He used his hand to rub his cock head of up against my clit...and he just held it there for a short period...and then he slowly slid it all the way along my outer lips to the area between my cunt and ass and then he returns to its original position. I love the feel of his hard cock.
On this, our special night, the sensation of his cock's touch had my body all a quiver. It was convulsing from the very first instance.
I sighed softly happily when he grabbed me by my hips lifted them so that they locked around his waist, further separating my legs with his body at the same time and savagely (not really but I like to think it as a little savage, a little out of control) lodged his cock into me. Even if he had actually been savage, even brutally savage, I still would have enjoyed it to the absolute max, because I was so ready to take him inside me, as this had been a moment I had dreamed of all my life. (Not that I knew Dickie all my life, but I knew that I would find a Dickie the fits and complements me.)
Dickie positions the head of his cock so that is raging against the entrance of my eager wet pussy and with a motion that felt so smooth and silky the head slides inside my pussy's sublime portal
First there was a mixture of slow shallow and then increasingly deeper thrusts. Then his tempo picked up and I naturally adjusted my own moves to complement his.
One of his hands caressed and fondled my breasts, while the other massages and teases my ass.
As Dickie's thrusts quickly become frenzied and much much deeper, we both got louder and louder. We were thoroughly enjoying all the sensations we were giving each other. The smells complemented the sounds, our body's mingled perspiration was like a shower of bliss, in summation, the marriage, the fuck-union, of his cock and my cunt, bravely marched on to the mutually anticipated squishy, liquid bliss in perfect harmony and synch.
Although I had just come from his oral skills, I was quickly approaching the sweet bliss of orgasm again. Both Dickie and I were very close. We moved as a single entity, he thrusting into me, I using my muscles to pull squeeze, caress and massage his dick, doing all I can to help him come with a gush, preferably at the same time as my own climax.
I could tell that Dickie was straining to hold off coming until I could come again, so I kinda of concentrated on relaxing and just letting it happen to me. At last I was almost there, my cunt constricted violently around his dick. With a few more deep thrusts and mutual verbal encouragements, which were not so much words, but primordial utterances, that could only be understood in the context of love-lust, we came within seconds of each other.
I felt like I was moving around like a leaf in a storm, as if I was in a furious hurricane that did not harm but merely gave me the power to float through the universe without the slightest bit of hindrance. I glanced at Dickie and he was smiling at me and looking at my body as if he was ready for another round. But in fact we were both fairly satiated so we dined on food rather than each other and went to sleep.
Later as he slept I woke and on impulse, I started to suck him off. I began by licking his dick in my patented way.
Beginning a few inches below his testicles I drag my tongue up to the balls and suck and lick them in turn before licking up and down his staff four times, this allows me to coat his whole cock. Then I sucked him in to my eager mouth inch by inch until he was completely at home. He naturally woke up, as I was begin to blow him and he moaned lustily I could feel his body trembling.
Then I slowly milk him with the goal of getting a little shot of his hunk juice -- this is agonizingly pleasing for him, it drives him mad with pleasure that points to even greater pleasure, at one and the same time. I savored the taste of his cock for a minute or two and then started sucking in earnest.
You should have seen it! I had Dickie literally squirming under the power of my skills, and I have to say I gave the best deepthroat I had ever performed. When he started to quiver and his cock seemed to be on overdrive or something, Dickie's hands clinched at the back of my head and pulled me down almost violently to tell the truth. I knew what was coming and knowing how much Dickie loves it when I swallow and then give him a big, happy, satisfied, naughty girl smile...which is precisely what happened. I think his cum was particularly delightful to drink that night it seemed like such a treat. Like the finest champagne or if you will, cognac.
When I finished licking and sucking on his shrinking cock, I grabbed his face and we kissed deeply and I fucked his mouth with my talented tongue. Before long he was licking my clit with the fury and appetite of a god. I remember thinking to myself, that this is so fucking great, please don't stop Dickie, He nibbled, sucked and licked my clit so well that within moments I was moaning repeatedly and writhing around like mad.
Dickie was finger-fucking and eating me in tandem again and with an obviously escalating enthusiasm. With a sudden convulsion I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
But what I felt was a bolt of excruciating satisfaction that
seized my entire body. And then I gave him another of his precious fix of my
sweet pussy juices and as he likes me to do, I grabbed his head ant then washed
his face in it. (He told me after our first fuck that he liked me to do this
so, I do it every time he eats me to a proper conclusion.)
Both of us having come again, we cuddled a bit enjoying that after cum tenderness.
I asked if he minded me sucking him some more. "Yes, but lets get a little more rest before..." he stared to answer, but alas it was too late because I had already began sucking him. What bliss is marriage.. END
Delores calls all her stories like these, "my precious gems, my artistic, genteel fuck sagas. " That bit of flourish language is not rare with her.
The Witch Cleaver at it again
Lets face it big cities in the Midwest know a political boss when they see one and Delores, although quite efficient, and at times tactically ruthless in the pursuit of her ends and goals, is no big city political boss.
Still not finished, Cleaver then instructed these same agents to instruct their contacts on these papers to launch a smear campaign this time openly asserting that we were involved in "any thing" goes lesbian gang bangs with young college girls.
One source said that, "Redstone and her main lesbian partner, business associate and frequent sidekick who goes by the name Tess are known to have been lovers from way back. It is general knowledge that their hubbies, even the renown and otherwise powerfull Richard Redstone, were nothing but camouflage."
But no one believed that, they knew that Delores and I are really into dick. Very much into dick indeed. Our husband's dicks that is.
So, this idiotic Cleaver slut, had to publicly apology after this fiasco. And for a while it even appeared that she had had finally given up.
In fact, the last time we saw her she was absolutely an angel, almost obsequious in fact. After all, without our backing she would be on the street searching for a job somewhere. Or maybe hooking, given what I know about her.
However, even that stark reality didn't stop her for long. She was Cleaver's right hand woman, a very competent and intelligent young lady named Kitty Dodge, secretly informed Delores and I that Cleaver was still bending the ear of anyone who will listen about the two of use being muff munchers and repeating all her other old lies. Especially, the one where she adamantly asserts that Dickie really loved her and that she would have made him a better, more intelligent wife than Delores! Imagine that after all that had transpired and the times we had bent over backwards for this conniving wench.
But once again her backstabbing seemed to fail to move Delores. I asked her if she was going to do anything this time. I was beginning to think that Delores had some reason for constantly letting her off the hook.
"Look, who cares about her? She's a bimbo brain and she cannot make it without us."
"We don't have to be...I do not understand why we need to be patient. Frankly, I am confused, she threatens everything we have worked for our businesses, our political plans, Sorority, Inc., and worst of all our marriages. She is constantly stirring up hostility against you, she is still trying to steal your husband, she has bankrupted her part of the corporation - it would have gone down the drain a year ago if we were not bailing her out I don't understand why you are still protecting her?"
"Because she is five pennies short of a nickel, and always has been. I carried her through high school I let her cheat off my tests and I never mentioned it to any one to this very moment. I have always tried to help her if I could and it just seemed to anger her or something, I even personally sponsored her as a member of Sorors, Inc."
"Yes, I remember."
"And yes, it is true we financed and continue to finance her. But here is what you have to keep in mind. By propping her up and letting her survive long enough to show how much of a dill weed screw up she is she has given us powerful leverage in the situation.
"Now, when she used her company in her highly inappropriate speculative securities transactions, or should I say our company, since we own 53%, she shot herself in the foot. Unless you think she is to clever for us or something "
"Certainly not! She cannot slip anything by you...I mean, she doesn't have a chance of keeping anything from us, our Business Intelligence people are far too good for that."
"You're absolutely right, so, when we bail her out of her royal fuck-up, by purchasing more of her company, at discount prices, mind you, we are not merely increasing our share and control of her company, we are destroyng her material base, which is the main thing. Now that we are in majority control, we have to do what every new owner has to do, namely shake things up a bit and in a manner of speaking, clean house.:
"And so our old soror Cleaver is tossed out on her can?"
"Not quite but let us just say she won't like her new career -- I intend to promote Kitty and demote Madame Cleaver, we will turn that company completely upside down.
"Delores, I have to say it you are a fucking genius, in every sense of the word."
"Thank you, I appreciate your honesty and frankness in the matter."
Then Delores picked up the phone and instructed her people to buy up enough of Cleaver's company to give her a 75 percent majority.
"Oh, and keep both Kitty and Cleaver on. Make Kitty Chief Executive Officer and give Cleaver a job as her assistant," she added, almost as if it was an afterthought. But it wasn't, it was typical of how she works, she had planned to replace Crystal with Kitty all along.
Delores turned to me and said, "You know girlfriend, I think we handled that in a very sisterly way."
I nodded and replied, "Well, after all we are shrewd poker players.".
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