Nicole and Her Businessman, Finale - Sex Stories

Nicole and Her Businessman, Finale

... hips. He used his strength to hammer his cock into my body. My crest was reached, and the sensation exploded! I came hard and then felt something unknown. My thighs became wet, his cock was wet; his pubic area was saturated. I had squirted something from me! What in God's name had I done? "Nikki, you squirted me; I didn't know you could... I'm cumming," and he shot into me, his semen mixing with all the flood juices that were drowning us in wet, sticky fluid from my pussy. I fell forward afraid to look down at the mess I had caused. Wilson stuck his hand between us and brought it to light. It was dripping. He smeared it on my breasts, then licked his fingers and finally leaning up and lowering his mouth he began to body-wash me with his tongue. "What did I do? I'm so ashamed," I said. "No, no, baby, no. It's beautiful. Some women can ejaculate feminine liquids at orgasm almost like a man. You did it. It's the hottest thing you could have done to me! I love you, Nikki." ooo My new formal gown was a plain off-white, silk that Shakira thought would help to emphasize my Mediterranean complexion, dark hair, and eyes. The neckline plunged nearly to my navel, and it was backless; my breasts were covered mostly, but the sides of them showed an ample amount of my full curves. Fine silk is thin, and even though, the dress was lined, my nipples protruded as erotic nubs. The shoes were cream-colored satin, covered with tiny silver sparkles that gave them a metallic, soft glitter. ...

... My perpetual horniness for my man caused me to reject panties for a tiny thong, just wide enough in front to catch any slippery dripping from my pussy. I could imagine him running his hand up my legs in the limo, pushing the thong aside and finger-fucking me to orgasm. Wilson presented me with a stunning necklace of alternating white and black pearls, a matching bracelet, and pearl earrings. Shakira had arranged for me to have my hair done at one of the newest and trendiest salons on the Upper East Side. When I stepped out of my dressing room, I found Wilson gazing out the window watching the lights of Central Park. He turned, "You are the most beautiful vision I have ever seen, Nikki." "You look pretty good yourself, Sir," I laughed. He had on a tailored tuxedo, gray cummerbund, and black bow tie. His hair was brushed perfectly; his cologne was intoxicating. "You look good enough to eat, big guy," I whispered. "I think we did that some time ago, young woman." "It was last night and this morning. Are you a glutton, young man?" "Yes. A sexual glutton. I like the 'young man' part especially. Ignore my gray hair," he said as he walked over and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek. "Shall we go?" The room at The Plaza was the most elegant I had ever seen. Ornate ceiling and moldings, plush drapes, and at least twenty tables, each set for eight people. The sparkle of crystal was like stars in the morning sky, hanging on in the face of dawn. White tablecloths and colorful floral ...