Spring Flirting(Part 2 in Naked Rose Series) by Rosalie Banks Page A

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tip would stop to pop it out the way girls pop on lollipop, Pop!
Pop!! Pop!!!, all the while using my left hand to tickle myself
between my panties, driving along with him and at intervals
reaching up to use the same wet fingers to tease his nipples and
pinch it hard in blind arousal.
    “Oh! The Senator was that sweet, girls”
Michele piped, taking a pause in her story to sip on her bottle
water and let us digest before she relayed the sweetest part that
left us speechless afterwards for its sheer rawness. Michele no
doubt was the queen of NYC. She continued her escapade with the
Senator in her sing song voice, lilting in cadence.
    Girls, when I was almost at the spot, I
surprised myself with what I did. I must confess I didn’t know
where the idea came from because I planned right from the start the
Senator would not taste the sweetest parts of me till he peaked -
the dark parts you know. It was the reason I had been teasing and
restraining him ever since the act started. But something made me
change my mind. The frenzy perhaps and the Senators vigor which
taunted me like a dream. Coupled with his compliance and obedience
to my rule. In my mind I decided to give him an appetizer and
dessert together, skipping the main course.
    I rose on my knees and in the most erotic
strip tease, removed my left breast from its diaphanous cup and
leaned down towards the Senator’s opened mouth, letting him taste
my pink nipples. Like a famished baby, he sucked on it
passionately, pricking the nipples with his tongue and teeth,
moaning madly and sending a fresh bust of electrical charges all
over me. But I didn’t let it last. I retracted my boobs from his
unwilling mouth and put it back in the cup and repeated same with
the right boob. Immediately afterwards, backing him I slowly
stepped out of my sodden panties a few meters away from his face;
near enough for him to feel the whiff of the heat wafting from my
cunt and surprised both the Senator and myself by my next action.
Moving to him where he sat like a cat, eyes chinese with
expectations, dick red from my job on it, his trouser awkwardly
drawn between his legs, his jacket and shirt opened wide to reveal
his lightly gray haired chest, arms joined at the back looking
totally helpless and completely at my mercy. I put one leg on the
arm of the chair, in the way placing my honey pot directly in his
face and flung my head back, eyes wide shut. He did what was
expected of him, eating out my wet and dripping pussy like a hungry
man eats pizza. Being without hands, I grabbed his head and swung
my hips to the rhythm of his licking. Oh he licked me so sweet and
good I wanted it to be forever but it was not to last too long.
That was the plan and I stuck with it, not minding its intoxicating
sweetness.
    I moved away from him so suddenly he
groaned. He knew better not to ask or command. I was a Dominatrix
and I was for real; exacting, exciting, exhilarating. Then I gave
him the memento for the night. Stepping down from the chair, I
swaggered to his front, turned my back to him, raised my gown up to
waist level and ever so gently lowered my waist onto his pointed
dick, guiding its hardness with my hand into the warm wetness of my
sweet orifice. I gasped in sheer ecstasy at the touch and feel of
his beastly rod as it travelled my vagina walls, tickling my clits
vigorously as it sank. From my low position, my gown drawn up at my
waist I became a cow-girl as I moved up and down rhythmically,
riding the Senator in a dance I am sure he would never forget with
the utterances he was making right there.
    “This is paradise. Oh baby. So sweet. Si
mammaa cassaaaa. Mimosa tarata. Lawd this is good. Sweeter than
Sisi ma.Oh Lawd.Yes…” that was the Senator ranting his randy lingos
to the air in appreciation of the samba dance I was performing on
his honorable dick. I rode him out, teasing my clit alongside to be
at par with him in the drive, silently counting backwards from 25
to 1 as I rocked him