Date: Fri, 12 May 2000 22:24:28 EDT
From: Toni Podols <toni526@hotmail.com>
Subject: Randi 17

Randi XVII, a continuation of adventures experienced in my previous
stories, is dedicated to all of my friends and fans.  Chicago seems to be
on my schedule a lot lately.  Not planned, though.  It may sound easy to
arrange trips, but trust me, it isn't.  Just a problem that needed to be
solved.  And, an experience that proved to me that we're all novices and
learn from each and every encounter.  So, here I go again.

Please keep your feedback coming to my toni526 hotmail address.  I love it
and answer each email personally as soon as possible.

And, now. . .

Randi XVII -- Another Quick trip to the Windy City

Once again, we have the picture of a still yawning and stretching Randi,
fatigued from yet another long redeye flight as her limo pulled into the
hotel entranceway.  (Note: Back to first person.)  This was to have been
the beginning of my new schedule, setting my travel itinerary for every
other week.  But, some important financial questions had arisen, so, well,
here we go again.

No matter what, however, I was heading home tomorrow morning.  Perhaps it
was about time for these new clients to learn that I mean what I say
concerning availability.  When clients get the idea that they own you and
you're at their beck and call, then the trouble begins.  Not a chance,
love.  I set the agenda -- sweetly, of course.  My usual wonderful demeanor
-- and all my people follow it and support it.

As the attendant opened the limo door, I grabbed my overnight bag and,
smiling gaily, placed a tip into his outstretched hand and entered the
hotel lobby.  At 4:30AM, I was one of only three persons walking around,
not counting the receptionists.  I introduced myself and offered my
business card, withal the information necessary for registration.

"Hello, Ms. Hilliard.  So nice to have you back with us again.  We have
your previous suite all ready for you," the tall brunette smiled, the
sweetness thick enough to rot her beautiful, gleaming teeth.  I returned
her smile and thanked her before picking up the proffered key card.  I
began to head to the elevator, when I stopped and turned back to the desk,

"Excuse, me, uh, Raye," I added, noting her nametag.  "Is hotel
reservations open yet?"  My lighthearted, seemingly nonchalant question
seemed to ignite something in the attractive brunette.

"No, not until 8:30.  Is there something that I could help you with?" she
asked, her twinkling smile again painted across her face.  Hmmmm. Perhaps
another time, I thought.  "No, nothing important that can't wait.  But,
thank you for asking," I added.

"My pleasure, Ma'am".

Euwwwww!  Ma'am!  God, I hate that!  Forcing a smile, I turned and headed
to the elevator bank.  Unlocking the door, I entered the familiar suite,
walked past the desk in the great room and deposited my laptop.  I
continued on into the bedroom, throwing my overnight case onto the huge,
oversized king sized bed.  Standing beside the bed, I let myself go and
flopped onto my back, my hands rubbing my eyes until I saw stars.  God, I
am so fucking tired!  Leaning over the bed, I picked up the telephone and
called Ryan.

"Mmmmm.  No one else could possibly do me such a mean turn as waking me so
early," Ryan yawned and stretched through the telephone.  His soft, deep
voice was so reassuring over the lines that my heart melted, as usual.
"Hello, my darling man-child," I cooed, my eyes closed, thinking of that
wonderful cock that had plied its ways with me just two hours before my
plane took off.  What a way to travel.  I had just finished filling my
overnighter and locked it when he walked into the bedroom and leaned
against the doorjamb.  I turned to him and watched his eyes drop, that poor
little lost schoolboy look, his gorgeous lower lip pouting like a lonely
child's.  His large, powerful hands were thrust in the pockets of his
jogging shorts, sweatshirt sleeves pushed halfway up his thickly muscled
forearms.

Uhoh.  This was Ryan's 'I don't want you to go and leave me all along'
look.
  Now, he was going to pretend to complain about being lonely and try to
grab me and have his way with me.  I guess when you live with someone so
long, you know all their moves.  And, you still, always, fall for it,
anyway.  Kind of a homespun passion play.

I put the overnighter against my dresser and began to undress.  Pulling my
sweatshirt over my head, my braless titties bounced and swayed into view,
my nipples beginning to harden in the coolness of the room.  I threw the
shirt at his feet and slowly brought my hands to my breasts, lifting them,
squeezing them, my thumbs and forefingers twirling and pinching my nipples
until they were, indeed, rock hard.  All the time, my eyes were locked on
my baby, watching his eyes suddenly slit to half-mast, a gentle bulge
beginning to tent his jogging shorts.  I let a sly smile spread across my
lips as I bent to trace my tongue along the tips of my nipples.

Releasing my titties, my hands slid to the waist of my sweat pants and
opened the knot.  Sliding the cotton material down over my hips and thighs,
they puddled around my feet, leaving me clad only in my tiniest pair of
panties.  With expert aim, I kicked the pants across the room, striking him
right in the face.  Grasping them tight, Ryan brought them to his face and
breathed deeply, sniffing my woman's sweat and my body smells.

"Yummy," Ryan murmured, holding them between his teeth as he reached down
to pull his sweatshirt over his head.  Unfortunately, he miscalculated and
became ensnarled in the combination of his shirt and my pants.  While I
laughed uncontrollably, he finally let his frustrations cause him to rip
the material off of him in a huge bundle of material.  As he dropped the
material to the floor, I gazed at him, my eyes becoming hooded and wet.
Powerful shoulders, muscles thickly knotted across the trapezes, I watched
the sweep of his muscled arms, his broad, hairy chest and . . .

I walked across the floor to stand in front of Ryan, glancing down at a
huge tent in the front of his shorts.  Smiling, feeling that tingle in the
lower corners of the back of my mouth, knelt before him and grabbed a
handful of engorged cock through his shorts.  I leaned my cheek against my
huge handful and drank in the smell of him, feeling the rock hardness and
the heat.  Opening my mouth, I wrapped my teeth around my cotton covered
candy stick and began to chew, my hand sliding under the leg hole of his
shorts to grasp his golfball sized balls, weighing them in my hand,
squeezing them, rolling them around in their custom made pouch.  Suddenly,
I released him and thrust my hands into the waistband of his shorts and
quickly stripped them down his body.

Face to face with Ryan's gorgeous cock, I felt the saliva begin to dribble
from the corner of my mouth, to say nothing of the soaking that was
underway for my little panties.  My hands stroked the length of his almost
nine inches, my thumbs schmushing his dollops of precum all over the
massive head, daring to stare back at the single eye of his cock.  Leaning
forward, my tongue played out, touching the soft, firm hot surface of his
cock head, tasting his come, rolling the tanginess around on my tongue.  I
placed the tip of my tongue at the opening and pushed it, trying to enter
his body through his cock.  My left hand returned to his balls, now
seemingly fuller, holding the beauties, squeezing them.

Suddenly, Ryan pushed me back and stooped to put his left arm beneath my
legs, his other behind my back, and effortlessly lifted me off my feet and
high up into his 6'3" body.  My arms immediately wrapped around his neck,
holding onto him for dear life, my lips buried in the hollow of his throat,
kissing and sucking on his flesh.

Ryan dropped me on the bed and quickly skinned my soaked panties down my
thighs.  He knelt over me, staring at my naked body, my legs raised and
slightly spread.  Suddenly, I snarled like a wildcat and grabbed him by the
armpits, throwing him down onto his back and slidding around to straddle
his washboard stomach.  God, the feel of those muscles and thick hair
rubbing against my soaked cunt (!!!) started a string of mini-orgasms that
shook me to my bones.  I leaned forward, my hands rubbing his chest,
fingers laced through the thick mass of hair, my titties dancing back and
forth across him.  My usual feral howling when I came into contact with his
body took hold of me, my head thrown back, my eyes closed, unintelligible
sounds coming from somewhere deep inside of me.  With a sudden scream, I
dropped onto his body and began to slowly kiss and lick every possible part
of him.

Licking down Ryan's hard body, I saw the target of my passion -- huge, long
and as thick as my wrist, his cock waited for me, bobbing up and down as I
shook on his body.  Staring at it and knowing -- all mine!

I inched down to his thickly muscled thighs, kissing and licking them, so
firm and delicious.  Sliding higher, I touched my tongue to his balls,
licking them all over, moving them around in their sheath with the tip of
my tongue, taking each in turn into my mouth.  Moving up, my tongue touched
the base of my wonderful cock, slowly sliding up and up until I reached the
summit of his mountain, my tongue sliding once again over the smooth
hardness of his cock head.  I grasped that wonderful cock in both hands and
placed my lips around the head and slowly slid down the length of him.

Oh, my God!  The taste, the hardness, filling the entirety of my mouth,
touching the entrance of my throat, resting on top of my tongue.  At the
touch of that cock against the back of my mouth, I began to come again,
rubbing my pussy against his thigh.  As more and more of that wonderful
pole slide deeper into my mouth, Ryan's hips began thrusting harder, his
hands holding my face to him.  Reaching beneath him, I cupped his firm,
rounded ass in my hands, squeezing them, moving them all around, spreading
them, letting my fingers tease the entrance to his asshole.

I controlled Ryan's pace, pull my mouth completely off his cock, tightening
as I went, and then thrusting down, taking him deep inside of me, pulling
him toward me so that his cock was buried deep in my mouth and throat.  I
could feel his cock expanding now and knew that he would be coming soon,
sending torrents of his hot seed deep into my throat.

Pulling my mouth from Ryan's cock, I quickly straddled his hips and held
his thick cock straight up, pointed directly at my cunt.  Slowly, I lowered
myself onto him, feeling his huge cock head spread the lips of my dripping
cunt lips and, with great effort, felt the length of his cock deep inside
of me.  My God, he's filling every single place inside my body!  I began to
slowly rise until his cock was almost leaving my body.  Then quickly down,
feeling his balls against my ass.  More and more, Ryan's hands holding my
ass, lifting me up and down, my mini-orgasms beginning to meld together
into a single linear come that threatened to rip the top of my head off.

I felt his cock begin to swell impossibly thicker within the safe confines
of my cunt, felt his hands begin to pull on my ass, felt his finger poised
at the entrance to my ass.  Screaming for it, I began to come as I felt his
long, thick finger slide deep inside the bowels of my ass, moving all
around inside me, touching the walls of my rectum as I continued to fuck
his cock until I felt it.  The first, hard, hot spurt from his cock deep
inside my cunt, splashing against my cervix, filling the tight tunnel of my
cunt with his thick, white come, sliding up around the pistoning cock deep
inside me.  My mouth covered Ryan's, screaming into him, feeling his
screams as well.

I lay atop my huge man, his cock still hard, still buried inside my pussy,
letting my pussy muscles gently squeeze and relax around him.  I could feel
his seed and my own come leaking from me as I listened to his heartbeat so
powerfully beneath my ear.


"Are the kidlets up yet?" I asked, basking in the closeness we shared over
the telephone.

"Up?  Are you kidding?  It's only . . . 4:30 here, sweetheart.  Did you
forget to set your watch again?" he laughed.

"Oh, shit!  It's only 3:30 here?  Oh, damn.  I was about to get ready for
work," I pouted at the wasted time.  Crooking the portable telephone in my
shoulder, I quickly undressed.  As we talked, I took out my Bose and set
the timer for 6:30 and crawled under the sheets.

"I wish you were here, darling," I whispered, afraid my voice would travel
through the lines to wake up the kids.

"After last night, I don't think I have any fluids to donate to the cause,
Kitten," Ryan laughed.

After a good night kiss, I lay my head to the pillow and was asleep before
I could even conjure up an appropriately wet dream.

My limo was waiting at the door as I left the lobby, dressed in standard
New York fare, of course.  A very short navy skirt, ending halfway up my
thighs, a white on white silk blouse, a band of perfect Minimoto pearls and
a matching jacket that hugged my hips, held closed by a single silver
button.  Moderate height heels and a Chanel purse.  In addition to my
laptop, naturally.

The meeting started, amazedly, on time, complete with catered breakfast and
lunch.  And, of course, Rebecca.  Rebecca of the gorgeous, intelligent
eyes, that perpetually pouting lower lip.  Her hair was not as severely
drawn on her scalp as last time, however.  She had loosened it so that,
while still drawn back, ringlets of hair now encircled her face, giving her
a more relaxed, serene look.  Part of her plan, I gathered, since her
glances throughout the day were -- warm.  I resisted looking at her,
picking out various parts of the room as I wandered, speaking, gesturing
with my laser pointer.  Unfortunately, on those rare occasions when our
eyes met, a gleam oozed from her flashing eyes and I tried, successfully,
somehow, to keep from flushing and leaking all over the board room floor.

Just after lunch, and a fast, solo trip to the ladies room stall, I
borrowed an office and hooked up my laptop to check my mail.  Nothing
important waited for my attention except a note from Irish to expect dinner
at Nora's later in the week.  Ha!  Hooked!  I checked the hotel for any
other messages.  Well, well, well . . .

Message from Reservations, the operator said.  As she read it to me, I
suddenly saw a problem that would need some careful, diplomatic handling.

" . . . Reservations has left you a message, Ms. Hilliard.  Your dinner
reservations have been made for 7:00PM.  Your wine selection has been taken
care of and your dinner will be brought up at that time . . ."

Hoo, Boy!  This promises to be a fun packed evening, I thought, my evil
glee difficult to contain.  Nabia.  The absolutely smashing black lady with
the pneumatic tongue.  Oh, my oh, my, I thought.  Dinner, wine, and
. . . Rebecca.

Oh, shit.  I know she's got some plans to lay on me sometime soon.
Probably as soon as I leave this office, I thought.  How do I get out of
that without burning some important bridges?  Not that the physical
presence doesn't entice, mind you.  But, I have this brand new set of
rules, my little thingies with Irish notwithstanding: no kids, my family
and absolutely no fooling around with the clients.  Somehow, I felt, my
personal views on such things was going to fall upon deaf ears.



Hmm.  (Note: Here, my darling readers, you must picture a cute, bright
lightbulb suddenly appearing above my beautiful head!)  With an evil smile,
I called up my email account and sent a nicely stated Email to Irish, with
specific instructions.  Logging off and closing my Thinkpad, I smiled to
myself as I returned it to my briefcase and hurried back to the conference
room.

As the conference room clock's little hand approached four and the big hand
twelve, we all decided to take our final break.  On cue, one of the
secretaries entered and began to pass around all accumulated messages.  I
watched her approach Rebecca just as she began to walk toward me.  Glancing
at her messages, a scowl came across her face, swearing under her breath.

"Can I speak to you, Randi?" Rebecca whispered as she walked past me to the
door.  I followed her out the door and down the hall to her office.  As I
entered, she closed and quickly locked the door.  Within a heartbeat, her
arms were around my waist, her lips on mine, her tongue immediately
thrusting into my mouth, searching for mine.  I could feel the heat of her
body against me, her breasts mashed against my own as her hands dropped to
cup my ass through my tight skirt.  I let my own hands slide down to her
buttery soft ass, squeezing her cheeks as our tongues continued to battle
for supremacy.

Breaking the kiss, she breathed, "God, I've wanted to do that since you
walked into the conference room this morning."

Rebecca backed me up against the side of her desk, lifting my skirt up
around my waist.  I watched as she knelt before me and quickly slid my
panties down around my ankles.  Spreading my legs and lifting them over her
shoulders, she began to lick my inner thighs, moving directly to my cunt
(yeah!), her tongue like a heat seeking missile.  God, I had to bite my lip
to keep from crying out at the aggressiveness of her assault on me, my
juices flowing down onto her tongue as she stroked and licked every fold
inside me, her hands sliding up to cup my ass, pulling me into her
beautiful face.  My hands held her head in place as my hips began to rock,
almost sliding from the edge of the desk, the sharp edge cutting into my
ass.  I felt her finger touch the wetness of my cunt and slide beneath me
to touch the crease of my still-together ass cheeks as she wormed her
finger between them to find and enter my tender asshole.  With a
high-pitched squeal, I came, spurting a flow of juice deep down her
clutching, swallowing throat.  As I continued to shake, I felt Rebecca
spasm through a shuddering orgasm herself, her fingers sliding into her
pussy past the leg band of her panties.

Rebecca stood and kissed me, my own juices covering her mouth.  I licked
myself from her lips, so lip smacking good.  "What brought this on?" I
asked, somewhat bewildered at the suddenness of the assault on my senses.

"Unfortunately, what I had planned for this evening with you has to be
cancelled.  I have a monster report to generate for tomorrow to your office
in the big city," Rebecca said, walking to her bathroom to clean up.  I
followed her, my panties in hand.  I washed myself as best I could, my legs
still shaky from my sudden assault, and straightened myself out.  Rebecca
washed her lovely face, applied some makeup, flooped up her hair and was
back to the resident corporate lesbian in no time.

"But, my dear Randi, do not for a moment think that I am giving up on
spending a whole evening making love to you.  I intend to drive you wild
with the fury of my love making," she laughed.  I was beginning to like
this lady, despite some initial misgivings.  But, if she thinks she can
turn me from the love of my life and my friends, she will be in for a rude
awakening.  But, damn, she is so good, I thought.



Dragging my butt behind me (where else?), I passed through the hotel lobby
and enjoyed a quiet swoosh up the elevator to my floor.  As I entered my
suite, I glanced at my watch.  Mmm.  6:15PM.  Just enough time to do my
little duties: a message to my new wonderful new English lady friend, a
check-in with Ryan and the kidlets, a phone call to Irish to thank her
profusely for her help and a quick pop into a shower.  I opened my Thinkpad
and plugged it into the Ethernet outlet and turned it on.  From the corner
of my eye, I saw something on the nearby dining room table and walked over.
Sitting directly in the middle of the table was a large, beautiful food and
fruit basket, compliments of the hotel management.  Very sweet.  I will
definitely have to send them a personal thank you for this.

Directly in front of that was something just as special: a bottle of a
delicious French red wine, two tall, narrow champagne flutes and a tiny
card envelope.  My name was written on the envelope and I opened it.

Ms. Hilliard:

This works best if the wine is chilled somewhat in the bottom of the fridge
and the glasses are placed in the freezer.  Your main course will be at
your door at 7:00PM.  Once again, thank you so much for staying with us.

Reservations Management, Nabia

Hmmmmmmmmmmm.  Interesting concept.  I took the bottle and glasses into the
kitchen and did as instructed.  I repaired to the desk again and began to
check my email, found a wonderful, long letter from England.  Lady Jane!
How delightful she is, I thought.  So intelligent and witty.  Someday, we
will have to meet.  I dashed off a quick answer, promising a longer one the
next day.  Logging off, I called the office to thank Irish and listened for
20 minutes about her luncheon with Cleo today, drooling once again at the
image in my mind of their frantic lovemaking last week.  Next, a call to
the kidlets at my sister's home and, finally, a call to Ryan's cell phone.
Answered within two rings, as usual.

"Hi, sweetheart," his deep, powerful voice came booming through the
telephone lines.  "I miss you already.  When will you be home??

"Thursday, late.  How about you?" I answered.

Friday evening.  Early this time, though," Ryan said.  "I'm insisting on
it.
  Let the help take care of any problems.  That's why I pay them the big
bucks," he said.  " I want to be with my wife and my kids.  Nothing else
matters, kiddo," he added, the cockles of my heart warming to his words.
Actually, his cockles could warm my heart even with all the miles between
us over the telephone.

Later, I showered, forgoing the pleasuring of my body, preferring to leave
that to the talented Nabia.  Dabbing Chanel in just the right places, in
just the right dosage, I slipped into my lavender kimono, one bought so
many years ago in Japan and still perfect.  Very, very old, it was from the
late eighteenth century, gathered at a Christie's auction, something that I
just had to have since it seemed to be call to me from the auction review
dais.  Delicate, with purple cranes on a flowery lavender background, yet
so well made, it seemed to be beckoning to me.  Buy me and I will make you
a happy courtesan of the palace, it seemed to say.  I have never doubted
the wisdom of that buy, although it took Ryan to force me to pay so much
for it.  I always carried it with me in its special case in my overnighter.
It seemed to be just the right thing for this evening.



I turned on my Bose, with a soft, beautiful Bach concerto, and turned the
lights low.  It was 6:45PM and I was setting my mood.  I opened the sliders
and walked out onto the balcony, the scene of my last visit's greatest
escapade, and gazed out upon the mighty engine of the Midwest, Chicago.
Glancing to my left, I saw that the suite next door was dark, not as it was
on my last visit.  What an evening that had turned out to be, I thought,
feeling a powerful shudder course through my body.  I felt the soft,
pre-summer breeze flow through my hair, the slightly cool temperature
teasing the surface of my skin, little goosies growing on my upper arms.

My eyes closed, I began to let my fantasies flow, remembering exquisite
times, both real and surreal, my nipples growing, hardening, my pussy
becoming moist as I waited for the sound of Nabia's arrival.  My mind
gently recalled it.  Lying on my side on her bed, my pussy and my breasts
pressed against Lady Jane's soft, smooth back, I lifted her left thigh to
let mine slide between hers, rubbing my leg against her soft, wet pussy.
My hands caressed Jane's soft, firm thigh as I kissed the nape of her neck,
by the tiny little hairs.  I slid my hand between her thighs, letting my
wrist rub against her pussy before pulling back to thrust my fingers into
her soft, tight cunt opening, plunging deep inside of her, listening to her
moan her pleasure as I began to fuck her.  As I felt Jane's orgasm
beginning to grow, her body shaking and thrusting back against mine, I slid
my finger back to her closed ass and pressed my finger between her cheeks,
feeling them press against me until I reached the opening of her ass.
Slowly, I pressed my finger all the way inside of her, deep inside,
touching all of the walls within her rectum.
  Her asshole clutched my finger as she rode her orgasm to its inevitable
end.  Our fantasy, to be true.  But, nonetheless, so wonderfully real, as
though our souls touched across the thousands of miles.

The bell!  I heard it just as my body began to shake in anticipation.  Oh,
God, I have to hold it back, save it for another day.  Another love time.
Drawing my kimono around my body, I reentered the suite, closing the
sliders behind me and went to the door.  Taking a deep breath, I opened the
door.  And, watched in awe as a darkly magnificent woman stood there, her
lips curled into a wild and wicked grin.  Nabia in her work clothes,
something that most couldn't do: look devastating in a standard issue hotel
outfit.  She was tall, easily 5'10", very, very dark, almost black skin
that was absolutely beautiful.  Her eyes were huge, outsized huge and so
sensual with the very dark irises.  Her nose was slender and perfectly
placed between high, prominent cheekbones, her lips thick and full, pouting
and absolutely alluring.  And, her hair.  None.  Completely bald.  Leaning
against the doorframe, she stuck a provocative pose, her hand on her hip,
her look completely in charge.

"I see you took my advice about the wine," she said, glancing at the table.
"I think you'll like it, when we get to it, that is."

I reached for her hand and pulled her into the room, slamming the door
behind her and locking it quickly.  I walked slowly towards her, watching
her beautiful face slowly change, from the dominate, confident woman who
had stood so proudly in the doorway to the sexy woman I'd remembered from
our encounter on the balcony.  Smiling, I reached up and cupped her
beautiful face in my hands and gently kissed her soft, delicious lips.
With a sharp exhale of breath, Nabia opened her mouth to accept my tongue,
letting me probe her warmth, touching her perfect teeth, her soft, pliant
tongue, letting mine slide along its length from its tip to the beginning
of her throat.  My God, that thing doesn't end!

I felt her arms reach out to encircle my waist, pulling me against her
body, felt her small breasts press against me.  "I came here all set to
drive you wild and now, all I want is to hold you.  Are you a sorceress?"
she asked, whispering into my ear as I held her against me.

"Darling," I whispered, "You've found my secret.  I have the ability to
cloud a woman's mind, to have them go where none would ever have believed
possible.  Would you like to taste my witch's brew?  It's very, very
tasty," I giggled, my hands wrapped around her waist.

"I think I've got another idea," Nabia said.  Reaching down, she slid her
arm beneath my knees and easily lifted me into her strong arms.  "Which way
to the bedroom," she whispered as she carried me across the room and down
the hall.  Amazed, I clung to her strong shoulders as I let her take me
into the bedroom.  She passed through the bedroom door and gently placed me
on the bed, my kimono in complete disarray, my legs slightly spread, my
juices flowing freely as I watched this tall, athletic woman stand over me.

"Wait for me, darling," Nabia whispered, backing out through the door.
Confused and, admittedly curious, I lay in wait for my Nubian lover to
return from her unknown task.  Moments later, she returned, a tray filled
with a small bowl of fruit and the wine and classes in tow.  I watched as
she cleared space on the bedside table and placed the tray down.

Leaning on my elbow, I watched with mounting anticipation as Nabia began to
undress, a performance strictly for me.  The music continued to fill the
room, now a Bach cello concerto that only added to the thick atmosphere
that permeated the room.  The subdued lighting, allowed in by the window at
the far end of the room, seemed to halo over her shining head as her
beautiful, passionately eyes gazed at me.  I watched as she unbuckled her
thick, black belt and let it drop to the floor.  She opened her skirt and
slowly let the zipper down, letting it fall about her feet.  Stepping from
the skirt, I watched her long, long, long slender legs glisten as she
slowly began to unbutton her blouse, starting from the bottom.  Her
fabulous ebony skin slowly revealed itself, her tummy firm, yet supple.
Finally, she slipped the cotton material from her shoulders, revealing a
white lace mini bra that soon joined her skirt on the floor.

At the sight of her very small, yet firmly rounded breasts and their
enormously long nipples, so hard already, I sat up and untied the sash of
my kimono.  I removed it carefully, folding it and laying it at the far
side of the bed.  I watched as her slim hipped body approached the bed, her
fingers sliding beneath the waistband of her tiny white lace panties.  When
she was no more than a foot from me, she began to skin her panties down,
revealing to me a wonderful, amazing fact: Nabia had not a single strand of
hair on her entire body.

I watched as she lifted one leg, her pussy opening just enough to reveal
the bright pinkness of her cunt (hee hee), little droplets of come already
surrounding her dark, almost black lips.  She was so overpowering a
presence that I began to crawl on all fours to the edge of the bed and
reached out my tongue to take up those droplets, letting them roll down the
channel of my tongue, letting them touch the sensitive edges of the back of
my tongue, loving the sweet, tangy taste of my lover.  Happily, I heard a
sudden, sharp intake of her breath, followed by a long sigh as my tongue
teased the soft, liquid texture of her pussy lips, so preciously open to
me.

Lost in Nabia's delicious cunt, I felt small annoyance as her hands touched
my shoulders, fingers squeezing the texture of my skin, watching my tongue
torture the outer-most folds of her.  Gently, she pushed me away and bade
me lie on my back as she crawled over to straddle me, her moist pussy
pressed against my tummy.  At the touch of her moist heat on my sensitive
skin, I felt a mini orgasm beginning to stir in my groin.  I glanced up
into her eyes, smiled and began to caress her thighs, her so soft and
velvety smooth thighs, slowly roaming around to encompass her small, soft
and round ass.  Her breasts, so small, not much more than raised mounds,
were perfectly round, with astoundingly long, hard black nipples,
surrounded by small, lighter caps.

As I stared at Nabia's face, I was amazed at the size of her eyes, the
absolutely breathtaking beauty her features presented.  The perfect
roundness of her bald head was somehow so sensual that it thrilled me to
reach up to touch it, letting my fingers roam over the smooth skin, skin as
soft and smooth as her ass.  Smiling, she lowered her head to let me touch
it more, letting me feel over the top and down the back of her head, to her
neck and around to the sides, over her ears.

"You like, my little white princess?"  Her words felt like feathers
touching my most sensitive areas, teasing me.  "Mmmmm, my Nubian, my
African Princess," I murmured, my hands continuing to caress the softness
of her head.  "It's so sensual, so smooth, so soft," I said, gently pulling
her toward me, placing my lips on her soft head.  I began to kiss and lick
the soft skin, each lick met by a corresponding lick from my lover's mouth
on my heaving breasts, my nipples struggling to find her mouth.  Her long,
strong fingers squeezed my titties together as her tongue reached out to
caress them, licking all around them, hardening them even more, flicking
like a butterfly's wings at them.  I felt the beginning of another mini
orgasm as I squealed at her assault.

I let my hands begin to roam, sliding down her smooth back to her ass,
squeezing her cheeks long and hard, listening to her moan into the baffle
of my breasts as I let my fingers trace down the crack between the twin
cushions of her ass.  Sliding beneath her, my fingers touched the wet heat
of her cunt, pulling the lips apart to touch the soaked venue of her pussy,
sliding in as far as I could, moving my fingers all around her.  I felt her
lurch, crying out, letting her own mini orgasm take control of her body,
feeling her cunt grind against my fingers and my tummy.

Nabia rose from my tummy and stood beside the bed, drawing me up with her.
Surprised, I let her lead me to the edge of the bed and, at her urging,
knelt to my knees, my chest pressed against the bed.  She knelt behind me
and leaned over, pressing the length of her body against mine, her
impossibly long nipples pressed against my back, the wetness of her pussy
pressed against my ass.  With her face pressed against my back, she began
to grind her body against mine, her pussy rubbing against my soft,
sensitive ass, her soft lips kissing and licking the soft skin of my back.

Nabia kissed down the length of my back, her hands on my waist, lifting me
so that my pussy rested against the edge of the bed.  Kneeling behind me,
she began to make love to my ass.  Kissing, licking, her hands holding my
hips tight, I began to cry out in short, hot puffs as her lips seemed to be
everywhere at once.  I jumped as her fingers began to spread my ass cheeks
apart, her kisses now placed on the inner surfaces of my ass cheeks.  I
squealed as the tip of her tongue touched my most sensitive opening,
feeling an explosion just seconds away, waiting for that moment of orgasmic
happiness.  Suddenly, I felt her tongue begin to enter my asshole and I bit
down hard onto the coverlet on the bed, stifling my outcries as she began
to slide it deep into me.

Oh, my dear God, it won't stop!  Her long, exquisitely long and thick
tongue seemed to be unrolling from within her mouth, sliding deeper and
deeper into the recesses of my ass.  I could feel it moving around deep
inside of me, touching the walls of my body, flicking around inside of me
like a long, sensual snake.  Oh, god, oh God, oh, God, I'm going to come.
Oh, God, if I come, I'll die!  I can't stand it.  It's too intense, I
thought, as the tongue touched so deep inside of me.  It seemed to be never
ending, so wonderful, so pure.  I began to scream that I was about to come,
pushing myself back against her, taking it even deeper inside of me.
Suddenly, I was shocked once again.

Freezing cold and hard, a narrow champagne flute was slid between my legs
and pushed firmly to the entrance to my cunt, held there as Nabia's tongue
thrust a final drive into the depths of my ass.  Screaming aloud, no longer
able to hold the coverlet in my mouth, I came with such enormous power, my
juices spurting long and hard, coming and coming and coming, draining my
body of its fluids, my energy, my mind lost amidst the clouds.  I collapsed
against the bed, holding on for dear life as Nabia kept her extraordinary
tongue lodged inside of me, held in place by the power of my spasming
muscles.  After what seemed like hours, I felt the soft wet length of her
tongue slowly slip from my asshole, felt the champagne flute rub it
coldness against my pussy.  I gracelessly climbed onto the bed and turned
to kiss my Nubian princess when I was stopped by a champagne flute in my
line of sight.



Oh, my God!  She'd captured my spurting come in the flute!  My God, filled
fully halfway with the offerings of my pussy for her mouth, captured in a
glass, half a glass of my juice.  I looked past the glass to her eyes,
watching them sparkle with a tiny hint of glee at my shock.  She brought
the glass to her lips and I watched as her tongue slid out and down into
the thick white liquid.  She removed her tongue, a dollop of come pearled
on the tip of it.  She swallowed it, her eyes hooded as if having a
religious epiphany.  She replaced the glass on the table and slid up onto
the bed next to me, leaning over me, kissing my lips.

"My God, Nabia, where did you ever learn to do that?" I asked, my shock so
evident. "It was so . .  . amazing!"

"A friend.  She read about it and taught it to me.  I thought you'd enjoy
it," she laughed.

Growling like a maddened pussycat, I grabbed her head in my hands and
rolled her over onto her back, watching her huge, dark eyes glisten in
anticipation.  I swung my right leg across her body, straddling her, my wet
pussy sliding up and down her tummy.  I held her beautiful face and leaned
down to kiss her.  First, her eyes, each one a treasure.  Then, her high,
perfect cheek bones, her nose.  Her forehead.  Lifting her head, I kissed,
again the silken smoothness of her bald head.  And, finally, her soft,
full, delicious lips.  My teeth chewed on her full, pouting lower lip
before my tongue slid into her hot, moist mouth.

Reaching over, I picked up the champagne flute and brought it between us.
I placed my nose into the glass, sniffing my own come, relishing it,
experiencing a rush that lifted my body high, increasing the flow of my
juices all over her soft tummy.  Smiling, I brought the edge of the flute
to Nabia's lips, gently tilting it, letting the thick white liquid slide
down the side of the glass and past her lips.  I watched as her tongue slid
out to lick the nectar as it dribbled into her mouth.  Watching her, my
body began to move on its own, side to side, up and down, my juices flowing
hard once again.  I felt Nabia begin to orgasm, watching as her hands
wrenched the glass from my hands to quickly pour my juices into her mouth,
watched as her orgasm wracked her body, listened as she screamed her
pleasure and drained the juices from the glass.

I slipped further down Nabia's deep, rich chocolate body.  My tongue tasted
the sweet delight of her tiny breasts, opening my mouth wide to encompass
first one, then the other, my tongue swirling all around the soft,
wonderful flesh.  Moving up, my lips surrounded and sucked hard on her
long, long nipples, pulling on them with my lips.  My teeth grasped the
nipple, biting hard, letting my tongue swirl round the exposed tip.  I
grasped the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing it,
twisting, it, pulling on it.

Driven by my need to open her flower, I began kissing and licking my own
juices from her tummy, moving down until I faced the smooth, naked mound of
her shaved pussy.  I kissed the smoothness that surrounded her cunt, my
teeth grasping the black lips that surrounded wonders of her sexual center.
Pulling on her lips, I felt Nabia lurch upward, offering her body to me,
asking me to devour her, taste her.  My fingers plied her pussy, opening
her up, watching the bright pinkness of her pussy turn red as she became
more and more excited.  Her clittie lay hidden within her sheath, waiting
to be opened up by my tongue.  Caressing it, pushing into the little
package, I freed the long, fire engine red clittie and immediately grasped
it with my teeth.  My hands slid beneath her body to hold her ass as she
began to buck wildly beneath me, her cries loud, music to my ears.

"Oh, my God, Randi, yes.  Suck me.  Bite my clit. Ohhhhhh . . ." she cried,
thrashing her head back and forth, her hands pulling on my hair, pulling me
closer to her, into her body.  I slid my tongue further down, dipping it
into the puddle of juice that was flowing from her hole, tasting the
wonderful, delicious taste of her, the smell of her sex.  Pulling hard on
her ass, I drove my tongue deep into her body, trying in vain to reach as
deep as she could.  Lifting her legs, I watched her ass cheeks open, her
dark, delicious asshole winking at me.  She screamed, knowing what was
coming next, her hands reaching down to hold her legs high, exposing
herself to me.  I kept her waiting, though, kissing the backs of her
thighs, sliding my tongue around to her inner thighs, licking up her juices
that coated her legs.  Slowly, I worked my way down to her ass cheeks,
kissing them, licking the delicious juices from them.  Slowly, I
approached, watching her asshole open and close, waiting for my tongue.

"Oh, my God, please.  Don't make me wait any longer.  Please!  Oh, Randi,
please," Nabia screamed my name over and over as my tongue finally arrived,
touching the opening to her anus, running all around the wrinkled opening
until, hardening my tongue, I thrust it deep into her, immediately
beginning to move is all around the walls of her rectum.  I had to hold on
to her hips for dear life as Nabia began to buck and writhe beneath my
mouth, her grunts and cries of delirious passion exploding from her body.

Suddenly, a geyser exploded from the center of her pussy, splashing her
come all over my face, into my mouth as I slipped down to cover it,
swallowing each and every drop as it erupted from her body.  Over and over,
she spurted again and again, filling my mouth with her wondrous nectar, so
much that I thought I would drown.  Crying, screaming her passion, Nabia
came over and over until at last she collapsed.

Slowly, I slid up along side this magnificent black woman, drawing her
close to me, holding her tightly against me, calming her violent shaking
with the hushes that are usually reserved for children.  I felt her tears
dripping onto my breast as she gently licked me, nursing at my breast.
Looking up into my eyes, she smiled as my fingers gently wiped away the
tears.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, Randi," she whispered, her
gorgeous eyes on mine.  "You're the first white woman who's ever held me
like this and calmed me down.  I get really carried away, sometimes, and
lose control.  But, you didn't leave me.  You held me."

I drew her face down against my chest, letting her return to her nursing.
Several minutes later, I realized that she had fallen asleep, my nipple
still held between her beautiful lips.

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