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A Midnight Woman Ch. 5

by atotk ©

The portable bar in the spacious back of the limo just happened to have a cold,
uncorked bottle of champagne and two fluted glasses with sugar cubes in the
bottoms, awaiting Brian and Deanna as they began the ride back Brian's place.

"You think of everything, don't you Dee?"

"I try, Bri, I try."

Deanna handed Brian a flute and poured in the bubbly. She poured some for
herself as well, and then they toasted themselves.

"Here is to a great evening, Dee."

"And here's to the fact that it's not over yet Brian." That said, they clinked
glasses and sipped, Deanna's eyes locked on Brian's.

Deanna noticed the clock on the console. It read 12:15; plenty of time.

"I love champagne, don't you Brian? It's such a romantic drink, it makes me want
to make love," Dee said as she refilled both their glasses.

"Well, I'm not sure I can keep up with you anymore tonight, Dee. I mean, in the
last 24 hours, I think I've had more orgasms than I have in the last month. It's
just unbelievable."

"Believe it, big brother, and don't worry, I'll take care of you. Trust me,
you've got at least one more time in you. Just let me handle things." She winked
and gave him her wicked little smile again, as she started massaging his
hardness through his pants.

When they pulled up in front of Brian's building, he went into the lobby while
Deanna took care of the limo-driver. She spoke with him, shook hands and then he
drove off. Brian had an elevator waiting by the time she came in.

"I hope that didn't cost you too much, those guys don't come cheap," said Brian
as they entered the elevator.

"You know Brian, you worry too much. I told you I could afford it, and I can, so
just relax." With that, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his rapidly rising
erection. He started to protest, but with the champagne bottle in one hand and
the two glasses in the other, he was in no position to stop her. Once that warm
mouth enveloped him he realized he didn't want to protest anyway. Why would he?
He leaned his head back against the wall of the elevator and watched the numbers
record their ascent. He closed his eyes as Deanna continued to work her magic.
He didn't even realize it when the doors opened on his floor.

Deanna checked the corridor for onlookers. She saw no one was there, so she
pulled Brian out of his reverie and they moved quickly across the hall and into
his place. Brian yawned as he put the champagne glasses down on the hallway
table and refilled them both, spilling a little onto the floor. He handed one to
Deanna, took her other hand and walked into his bedroom.

Deanna set her glass down on the bedside table and pushed Brian onto the bed.
She moved to the corner of the room and turned on the tiny desk lamp. She
pointed it at the wall so that it barely illuminated the room: just enough for
Brian to see her.

As Brian sat and drank his champagne, Deanna slowly pulled the straps of her
dress off her shoulders and allowed it to flow over her breasts and down her
body to the floor. She stood there in only a black lace garter belt, dark nylons
and high heel pumps. She slowly swayed her hips to an unheard beat as she put
her fingers through her luxuriant black hair releasing it at the back and
allowing it to fall down around her face and shoulders. She held his gaze as she
kicked off the shoes and then, unfastening the garter clips, rolled the nylons
slowly down her legs and off. She removed the belt and stood naked in front of
him. With the palms of her hands, she rubbed her nipples until they became
erect. Then, as effortlessly as a ballerina, she raised one leg and placed it on
Brian's shoulder. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face into her
middle. Brian set his glass down and then let his tongue move along the
moistness of her soft pussy lips. She held his head there as she arched her back
and moaned as he hit the button.

Deanna allowed Brian to feast on her sex for several moments, feeling the warmth
spread throughout her entire body. She could feel his tongue and lips pulling
the precious fluid from her. Finally, she lowered her leg from his shoulder. She
moved close and and pulled his face to her breasts. He began to kiss her nipples
as she removed his jacket and shirt. She grasped his shoulders, and pushed him
back onto the bed. She removed the rest of his clothing as he lay there, staring
at the ceiling.

Deanna crawled up onto the bed and sat astride his legs. She kissed and nibbled
on his smooth balls for a moment before drawing the full length of his cock into
her mouth. Brian made a sound that Deanna recognized as an odd cross between a
moan and a yawn. His cock was hard now, so she wasted no time, but crawled into
a sitting position over his pelvis and lowered herself until she was completely
impaled on him. And then she began to move, slowly at first and then gaining
momentum, she shifted so that with each thrust his hardness pressed against her
clit. Up and down, to and fro she moved. Brian had closed his eyes, his arms
lying at his side. She knew it wouldn't be long now. Faster and faster she moved
as the rapture neared. Moving, thrusting, faster, faster. Brian remained very
still. Rising and falling, filling and un-filling herself with him. And then
pressing her fingertips deeply into his shoulder muscles, she forced herself
fiercely down onto his cock and groaning from her deepest self, she came. Her
eyelids fluttered, as every muscle in her entire body tensed and the waves swept
over her. It started in her firey sexual center and flowed like a current to the
very farthest reaches of her body. Even her scalp tingled; it was delicious.
Sitting up straight, as the throbbing inside her subsided, she could feel
Brian's softening cock slip out of her. He had not cum. He didn't even know she
had cum. Deanna rolled onto her back and lay panting beside her now deeply
sleeping brother.

Deanna had wondered how long it would take for the sleeping pill she had slipped
into his champagne flute to work. But now she knew that her beloved brother
would sleep soundly for at least eight hours, uninterrupted.

When her breathing returned to normal, she got up from the bed and maneuvered
Brian until he was under the covers. She pulled the blanket up over his
shoulders and then stood looking at him.

"Well, Brian," she thought, "years ago, you came on me when you thought I was
sleeping, and now I came on you while you slept. What goes around cums around, I
guess." She laughed to herself. She bent and kissed his cheek.

******* Deanna went directly to the guest bathroom and turned on the shower.
When the water was right, she stepped in, and careful not to get her hair wet,
she washed the remnants of sex off her body. She stepped out and quickly dried
off, moving into the guest room where she had put her things. She opened her
case and pulled on a pair of red silk thong underpants. She pulled a black
cashmere crewneck sweater over her head and a pair of black Capri pants on. She
slipped into some red leather sandals, and moved back into the guest bathroom to
check her face in the mirror. She quickly touched up her mascara and applied a
new coat of crimson lipstick. She took a final look at the visage she knew few
men could possibly resist. She liked it too.

Deanna went into the dark living room and found her purse. She pulled out a
cigarette and lit it, drawing a deep drag into her lungs. She knew it was
hideously stupid for her to smoke, but she enjoyed it and Deanna did the
things she enjoyed. She looked out the window to the street below. It was
quiet for a Saturday night. She pulled her digital phone from her bag and
punched in a number.

On the second ring a man answered.

"Did you talk to him?" she asked.

"Yes," was the answer.

She looked at her watch. It was 1:40.

"Is he willing to pay?"

Again, "Yes."

"Good. When will you have him here? 2:00? Okay, I'll be in the lobby
watching for you."

Deanna poured herself a straight scotch and drank it down as she finished the
first and lit a second cigarette. Her heart raced a little. She was having fun
and a plan was beginning to form in her mind.

At five minutes before 2:00, she picked up Brian's keys, left the apartment and
headed down the elevator to the lobby. She was a little tired, but her interest
was piqued.

At one minute after 2:00, the same black limousine that had carried her and
Brian earlier pulled to the curb in front of the building. It stopped and the
same chauffeur got out and came around. He spoke a couple of words before
opening the door. Deanna leaned into the opening and there sitting on the bench
seat opposite was Anthony, the Sicilian waiter from Gino's.

Deanna got in and sat opposite Anthony.

"Hello again, Anthony, I'm so glad you could join me. Did Martin explain my
note?" she asked.

"Yes miss, he did."

"And did he discuss a price with you?"

"Yes, he said an hour with you would be five hundred dollars," answered Anthony.

"And would you like to spend an hour with me Anthony?"

"Yes, miss, very much."

"And do you have five hundred dollars, Anthony?"

"Well, not at the moment, but I think I could get it."

"And where would you get the money, Anthony?"

"At my apartment, miss, it is not far from here."

"Well, Anthony, I don't want to go to your apartment, so that won't work."
Anthony's eyes dropped to the floor of the car. He looked deflated.

"But, Anthony, I have an idea. Take off your pants and let me see what I might
be missing."

"Here, miss? Now?"

"Yes, here and now," she said, authority in her voice.

Anthony looked at Deanna a moment, then at the front toward Martin the
chauffeur, who immediately raised the dark privacy divider between the front and
back seats. His eyes moved back to Deanna's and then, hesitantly, Anthony began
to unbuckle his belt. He unsnapped his slacks and slid the zipper down. He
raised his hips off the seat and pulled his pants down to his ankles, leaving
him sitting in only a black thong. Deanna had suspected as much, since she had
felt no underwear when she fondled his ass in the restaurant. She looked at the
huge bulge in the front of the thong and guessed that she was about to see a
significant piece of equipment.

"Okay," she said, "now the thong."

She watched as he slowly but unabashedly pulled the underwear down and over the
gigantic cock that sprung forward. Anthony sat back upright, with his mast
pointing straight at Deanna. She smiled as she looked at what had to be at least
eight or nine inches of manhood. Not to mention the balls. They had to be the
size of Grade AAA eggs, a mouthful for even the most experienced fellatrix. If
he was willing, he might be just the thing to fulfill her plans.

"Very nice, Anthony. Very nice," she mused. "Do you know how to use it?"

"I believe so, miss." Anthony smiled, starting to catch the drift of things. He
spit into his right palm and to began to stroke himself. Deanna watch, amused.
"Okay, Anthony, now take your shoes, socks and pants all off and let's play a
little." She pushed a button. "Let's go, Martin." The limousine began to move.

Anthony pulled everything off until he was wearing nothing but a smile. Deanna
knew she had been right; he was a perfect specimen. An extremely well
proportioned body in excellent shape. Muscles bulged where they should and a not
an ounce of fat. His chest was covered with a spring of hair that flowed down
his stomach and joined the patch just above his groin.

"Now, Anthony, I want to see how you can please me. Maybe I won't have to charge
you after all. Come over here and undress me," she ordered.

Anthony moved onto his knees in front of Deanna and gently lifted the sweater
over her head. She looked down at the top of his head as he began to suckle each
of her breasts in turn. She ran her fingers through his blond locks, as her
nipples rose to the occasion once more. As he kissed the curving underside of
each tit, he unbuttoned her pants. She lifted her hips slightly and he pulled
her capris off.

He licked and kissed his way down her abdomen and Deanna could feel his rock
hard cock bobbing and bouncing off her shins. He paused at her navel to thrust
his tongue into her. He then moved lower, parted her thighs and licked his way
to the top of her thong. He began to kiss her pubic mound through the fabric,
pressing his chin into the softenss of the slit beneath the silk. He tongued his
way down one thigh and then back up the other. Finally, he put his fingers
inside the waist of her thong and eased it off. He sat back and looked at the
smoothness of her shaved pussy.

"Beautiful, miss," he said with obvious delight. Deanna smiled and leaned back
against the window as she felt his mouth and tongue invade her.

Anthony flicked away at Deanna's clit with his tongue and then ran it up and
down her lips. Eventually, he put a finger into her and began to feed it to her,
in and out while continuing to nibble on her hot spot for several minutes. After
several moments, he took hold of Deanna's hips and pulled her forward onto the
floor of the limo. He rolled her over onto her front without removing his
fingers from her, pushing her up into a kneeling position with her head and
elbows on the floor away from him. This gave him perfect access to her pussy and
ass. He moved his fingers up her engorged lips and began to caress her clit as
he went back to work with his mouth. He started fucking his tongue in and out of
her a little further with each thrust, his face now completely covered with her
wetness. He used his other hand to gather some juices and spread them up and
over the crevice of her ass, massaging the tiny ring there. He kept up the tongue-
fucking, but then slipped his middle finger into her ass up to the first
knuckle. He felt her tighten around his finger but then just as easily relax. He
removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue. He licked around the ring of
her anus and then pushed his tongue as far into her as he could, all the while
continuing to rub her clit between his thumb and fingers.

"Yes, Anthony, that's right. God, yes, that's the spot. Suck my ass. Oh yes,
that's sooo good!"

Anthony knew the signals. He pulled his face away from her rear and raised up on
his knees, aiming his cock at her pussy. He rubbed the head around just a bit to
find the exact opening and then with one strong thrust, he buried his length
into her, driving her face and elbows into the plush carpet. Anthony began to
push into and out of Deanna as slowly as he could, each time pulling nearly his
entire length out. Deanna, for her part, reached under her swaying breasts to
play with her own clit. Anthony continued thrusting as if he could last forever
and Deanna played with her nipples and clit as if she was masturbating.

And then she felt Anthony's hands leave her hips where they had held her. She
looked back between her arms to see him reaching into the pocket of his jacket.
She saw the packet and smiled, as he applied the rubber to himself. He then
pulled out a tiny bottle with a yellow-brown liquid in it. She saw him remove
the top and then she felt the warm liquid flowing onto her ass. It ran down the
crevice to her pussy and then dripped onto the floor. She felt Anthony's hands
begin to massage the liquid into her asscheeks. She realized, of course, that it
was olive oil from Gino's: Anthony came prepared. He worked the muscles of her
ass and then let his fingers slide down to where his sheathed cock was sliding
in and out of her again. She felt more liquid poured onto her ass and soon, the
finger was back. But this time it was coated in oil and slipped in easily, soon
joined by another. Together the fingers worked in and out, massaging the tight
muscular ring.

Anthony leaned forward to Deanna's ear and asked in a whisper, "Yes, miss?"

"Yes, please," was all Deanna could manage.

She felt him pull his cock all the way out of her. She knew he was applying more
oil to his massive invader, and she wanted it. She felt the slippery head of his
cock push against her anal opening. And then, slowly it began to descend into
the darkness of her.

For Deanna it began as excruciating pain that turned to delirious desire. She
needed this and began to push back against his advance.

Anthony went slow, pushing and pulling in small increments until after about ten
or twelve thrusts, she felt his pubic hair against her ass cheeks. Deanna
reached back between both their legs and grasped his balls. She squeezed.

"Oh, yes, Anthony. You are so huge. Oh, my god, I love it there. Fuck my ass
with your huge cock Anthony. Fill me up." She continued her urgent massage of
his balls and with her other hand she pulled on her pulsing clit, which was
totally engorged by now. Anthony accelerated, pumping forcefully in and out.

"That's it, fuck me, fuck my ass. Faster, harder. I'm ready, Anthony, fill
me up now baby, fill me with your cum. I'm cumming. Cum with me baby, cum
now Anthony."

And he did. Anthony leaned his full weight into her backside and shot spurt
after spurt of red hot cum as Deanna thrashed in the throes of her own orgasm.
Between them it lasted several minutes.

Finally, Deanna felt Anthony shudder. She pulled herself off his cock and turned
around. He stood proudly on his knees. She leaned over and grasped his length.
She pulled the bloated rubber off and slowly stroked his cock, noticing that one
last drop of semen emerged from the tip. Using her index finger, she took that
last drop and licked it onto her tongue. "Mmmmm," she murmured.

"You are as good as I thought you would be, Anthony. I think we can do some
business together." She pushed a button and said, "Martin, take me home."

"Do you have a girlfriend, Anthony?" she asked as she slipped the pants and
sweater back on, preferring to slip the thong into her pocket.

"Yes, miss, I have a girl."

"What is her name, Anthony?"

"Her name is Cathy, miss."

"And does Cathy allow you to do her ass like you did mine?"

"Well, miss, I have never tried it with her, so I don't know for sure, but I
think she might. She loves sex."

"I see. Have you ever involved anyone else in your sex with Cathy?"

"I don't understand, miss."

"Have you ever had other people there while you had sex with Cathy?"

"Kind of, miss."

"Kind of? What do you mean kind of?"

"Well, one time when Cathy and I got to her apartment, we were a little drunk
and it was dark and we just took off our clothes and started to move onto her
sofa when we realized her roommate was already there, passed out. And she only
had on a t-shirt and panties."

"And what happened then, Anthony?"

"Well, you see, Amanda, that's Cathy's roommate, well she had broken up with
her boyfriend. Well, actually he dumped her, which I never could figure out,
because she is great. Not beautiful maybe , but pretty good-looking and very
smart. Anyway, it really upset her and she spent most nights drinking herself
to sleep."

"Okay, I understand, but what happened that night? Tell me Anthony."

"Well, Cathy told me how sad Amanda was and how badly she needed a man to pay
attention to her. And then, Cathy crawled up and pulled Amanda's panties off,
just like that. And she asked me if I liked looking at Amanda's pussy. I wasn't
sure what to say, but I told her yes. And then she asked me if I would like to
touch Amanda. I said I would. She said she thought it would be nice if I could
help her roommate get off. And then she asked me to lick Amanda's pussy."

"And did you?" Deanna liked this story.

"Uhm, yes, I did. I pulled one of Amanda's legs off the sofa and started to lick
at her clit."

"And what did Cathy do while you were sucking on Amanda?"

"Well, I was kind of surprised, because Cathy pulled Amanda's t-shirt over her
head and started kissing her nipples."


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