Interrogation Inter Alia

LIVING THE DICESTYLE - Chapter Four

When I returned to Mr. Ademetos’s apartment he was still on the phone with somebody.

'Yes, she’s here now,' I overheard him say before he hung up the phone.

“That was Uncle Arty,” Mr. Ademetos said. “He tells me you prefer his salad dressing to mine. Is that true?”

This mysterious salad dressing had me intrigued. I didn’t want to sound impertinent but I felt compelled to ask, “What is it about salad dressing?”

“It’s a local custom,” Mr. Ademetos replied and then walked across the room toward me. “I’ll tell you later. Now, it’s time to reveal the mystery dice!”

The sudden realization my fate for the next four says was about to be revealed quickened my pulse. Mr. Ademetos ushered me ahead of him to the sofa and told me to go to one end of it.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded and then, with a heave, pulled with Mr. Ademetos until the sofa was clear of the bright red dice on the floor. We both leaned over it and looked.

Mr. Ademetos was the first to speak and break the deafening silence that had befallen. “It must be my lucky day!”

“It a six,” I whispered breathlessly. When I stood straight my head felt suddenly light and dizzy.

“Yes,” Mr. Ademetos said. He leaned close and whispered hotly in my ear, “It’s a six.”

His breath so close and the sure expectation that I’d have to serve him while completely nude for the next four days caused a little gasp to escape my lips. When he moved to stand even closer to me, I held my breath.

“How about we call today day one…” Mr. Ademetos said.

I trembled but remained still when he reached for the top button of my blouse. It popped open silently between his fingers and his hand drifted down to the next.

“Would you like that?” he whispered.

“Mmm…” I intoned; almost silently. I closed my eyes and tingled when I felt each of the buttons of my blouse come undone.

Neither of us said another word after that. I consciously willed myself to remain as still as a statue when Mr. Ademetos removed my blouse completely. His fingers then worked on the button of my skirt. It slipped open and then the zipper slowly peeled down. The heavy skirt quickly loosened around my waist and dropped to my ankles.

I kept my eyes closed but could feel Mr. Ademetos’s gaze upon me. His fingers brushed up my spine leaving a trail of goose bumps up to the clasp of my bra. Even before he pinched it open, I knew my nipples were tensely stiff and manifested every sign of arousal. Finally, I felt his fingers hook into the flimsy elastic waistband of my lacy panties. I nibbled my lower lip and held my breath as I felt him slowly pull them down my legs until at last; gravity pulled them down to join my skirt.

“Very nice,” Mr. Ademetos whispered again in my ear.

His hot breath moved down from my ear and settled on the side of my neck.

“I’ve dreamed of this ever since you moved in,” he whispered and then kissed me lightly on the side of my neck.

I discreetly tilted my head to tacitly encourage him to kiss my neck again. He parted his lips and touched the skin of my neck with his moist, warm tongue. I shivered and gasped breathlessly.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a beautiful woman like you naked in my flat,” he whispered and again touched my neck with feathery, moist kisses. He then blew a gentle zephyr of cool air against the wetness.

“Mmm!” I moaned quietly at the sensuousness of the feeling.

“It’s been a long time for you too, Ingrid; hasn’t it?”

“Mmm!” I moaned slightly louder to acknowledge his question and to encourage more of his gentle touch.

Mr. Ademetos’s warm hands began to roam over my bare skin. I could feel the hardness of his erection pressed against the side of my thigh as he held me between his arms. One of his hands slipped up to cup one of my breasts; the other slipped down my back and smoothed over the shape of my butt. When he gently pinched my nipple I instinctively turned my face to his, parted my lips and waited for him to kiss me properly.

The effect of his tongue darting in search of mine was immediate and profound. I reached down and squeezed the hard bulge of his erection.

“Not yet,” Mr. Ademetos whispered between kisses. He reached down briefly and pushed my hand away. “Soon.”

When his hand returned to touch my body it slipped down my stomach and over my pubic mound. A breathless moment later and his fingers began to rub my clit. His hand behind me also slipped down over my ass and disappeared between my legs.

I returned his passionate kisses with equal if not more vigor. My hips bucked forward and back as his stimulation overwhelmed my senses. His fingers alternated strokes into my pussy which had now completely flooded with my juices.

“It has been a long time, hasn’t it, Ingrid?”

“Mmmm!” I gasped and moaned loudly.

“How long?”

I felt on the brink of a climax and didn’t want to think about answers to questions. “A long time,” I whimpered.

“A long time; yes. But you’re going to cum now, aren’t you? Cum right here in my hands…”

“Yes!” I gasped enthusiastically. “Yes!”

Each time I said the word I felt Mr. Ademetos pressing a finger against the puckered, slippery ring of my anus. I gyrated my hips and pressed myself as hard as I could against his fingers. Even after he penetrated my ass, I continued to writhe and reveled in the perverse sensations his finger caused. It electrified me and I kissed him frantically. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and tried to hold there like a small, slippery cock while he assaulted my pussy and ass with his fingers. The pleasure radiating from my clit was so intense that I knew I was almost there.

“Yes!” I almost shrieked when he began slowly finger-fucking my ass. I reached for his cock again and rubbed and squeezed it to simulate a fucking with my hand. “Yes!”

My delirious rapture was suddenly interrupted when Mr. Ademetos, without warning, pulled his hands away. I wasn’t thinking straight but I imagined he was about to undress and take me right there on the floor of his lounge room. Instead, he told me to kneel.

“What?” I blinked through the fog of my euphoria.

“On your knees; now,” he said.

I dropped to my knees and watched as he removed his cock from his trousers. “Come on; you know what to do,” he said after I hesitated a moment.

Without saying anything else, I reached for his cock and slowly took it into my mouth. The thin sheen of clear liquid that seeped from it tasted vaguely familiar and I sucked gently to savor more of the taste. In less than a minute later, my mouth unexpectedly began to fill with his ejaculate. I swallowed each quick spurt and whimpered. The taste was definitely familiar although my thoughts were so addled I still didn’t make the connection until Mr. Ademetos said, “Well; now you know where the salad dressing comes from…”

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