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eccentric billionaires were forgotten,
as my female lover kissed my neck, descending to my clavicle, where she left a
series of wet spots. Her face was cushioned in the valley of my breasts, her lissome
body rubbing against me, the friction almost unbearable. She moved with the
grace of a dancer, each touch a measured seduction.
The wetness between my legs was alarming. I would have to ponder the state of
my arousal at another time, because my breasts were in her hands, the nipples
being rubbed against her cheeks.
    “Like erasers.” A nipple was in her
mouth.
    Velvet flames shot straight into my
core, where they caught fire. Sensation throbbed from the inside out; the
feelings were so intense; I grasped the bedspread. She slid between my legs,
pressing her length into my pelvis. There wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t
cognizant of where she was and what she was doing, because everything was
connected. When she suckled a nipple, my pussy contracted. The movement of her
hips had me lifting my ass off the bed to rub myself against her. I tossed my
head against the quilt, from side to side, while kisses fell to my stomach, the
quivering mass revealing the magnitude of my need.
    Her hands were on my thighs, while those
soft lips left a path of dampness, nearing the apex of my core. I’d never been all
that enthusiastic about oral sex, finding the act embarrassing, but as her
breath hovered over me, heating my skin, I couldn’t help wondering what a
woman’s tongue would feel like. She nudged my clit with her nose, sending a
shockwave through me.
    “Oh!”
    “I think you’ll like this.” Her voice
was husky and low.
    She kissed my shaved mound, pausing
over me, hesitating. I had a horrible moment, thinking that perhaps I smelled
so bad she couldn’t continue, but a second later, her tongue swiped a path of
wetness from the bottom of my slit to my nub. My brief instance of panic
vanished, replaced by the extraordinary sensation of a woman’s tongue stroking
me, dipping into the dampness of my opening. Her face was soft against my skin,
her mouth sucking gently, pulling on the edges of my labia. A tongue speared me
aggressively, wiggling and lapping deeply.
    “Oh, my God…”
    The persistence of her attention had
my back arching, pressing my pussy into her face. I had released the quilt,
letting my fingers find her hair, feeling the silken strands. I was mortified
by my behavior, but I couldn’t resist pushing her into me, wanting more. The
length of her tongue drove through my wetness, laving the insides of my tunnel
and then pushing against my nub, which felt like a pebble. Saliva dripped
between my cheeks, wetting the bedspread. I was lost in sensation. Because of
the blindfold, my reality was confined to taste, touch, and sound. The sinuous
wetness of her tongue, the heat of her breath scorching my sensitive skin, and
the constant pressure that was applied to my nub, inched me towards oblivion.
    “Oh… oohh …”
A finger slid into me, followed by another. Her mouth closed over the little
orb of my clit, teeth gently biting. “Oh…my fucking God!” I tumbled into the
bliss that waited, shuddering from hundreds of mini contractions that pulsed
around her fingers. I pushed her face away; any hint of pressure was too much
now. Those long fingers withdrew, leaving a path of moisture. I stayed immobile
for several minutes, listening to the exotic melody of a saxophone. I felt
around the bed for Elizabeth, but I encountered nothing but air. Confused, I
lifted the blindfold away from my face. I was alone. That’s weird .
    I remembered the hidden camera and
snatched the robe off the floor, tossing it over me. I took my clothes and
disappeared into the bathroom, washing up and getting dressed quickly.
    I guess it’s over then. That was...bizarre.
    The housekeeper was waiting for me
outside the bedroom. “Would you like something to eat or drink, Ms. Fox?”
    “Uh, no. I’m…fine.” I followed her
down the