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A Midnight Woman Ch. 5
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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