Page 28 of Enigma
My words were stuck on my tongue, the thoughtfulness, the uniqueness, the desire to give me an experience I’ve never had, wow.
“Sounds amazing, absolutely amazing. I’m so excited and aroused.”
Smirking, Ahmir replied, “I know, baby.”
As we headed inside, we were greeted by the staff and shown to the area where we’d be enjoying dinner. Carole Feurman was arriving to be seated with her partner and two other select guests at the same time we arrived to be seated. After introductions were made, we fell into a very chill conversation that felt as if we were all old friends. I had been nervous to meet a woman of her accomplishments and caliber; however, she was very kind, funny, and open.
“Layanna, you are so beautiful, tell me more about you,” Carole said.
Heat finding my cheeks, I smiled warmly, “Thank you so much. I’m the head of pediatric cardiothoracic surgery at Winston Hills Memorial Hospital, mom of a 20-year-old who attends Juilliard and an 18-year-old hoping to become an attorney like my late husband. After becoming a widow, I decided that I would forge a new path and am now happily part of a polyamorous polycule that includes two incredibly handsome men and an outlandishly gorgeous woman.”
I could see the intrigue dance over the faces at the table at my openness, and I could feel the heat radiating from Ahmir’s body from his growing arousal.
“I assume this handsome man is one of your partners?”
“Yes, correct.”
“You know, art is born from daring to be different, daring to take risks, daring to live a truth that doesn’t align with societal norms. So many people want to go along to get along, never rocking the boat, prone to mediocrity. I rarely meet women of your caliber, educated, successful, beautiful, and completely in tune with their sexual power as women, dare I say it, I’m a fan and would like to keep in touch beyond tonight.”
“ I-I am honored by your kind words, and would love to connect beyond tonight. I’ll be sure to give you my contact information before we leave.”
Holding up her glass, Carole raised a toast, “Cheers to great art, beautiful company, and blossoming connections!”
“CHEERS!” We all said in unison.
As the night went on, we enjoyed a delicious five-course meal with the perfect wine pairing, thanks to our personal sommelier. After dinner, Carole guided us through her exhibit as we shared laughs, discussed life, and gushed over how incredibly talented she was. The exhibit,Long Island Girl,featured sculptures dating as far back as 1976. They were so realistic, capturing the essence and beauty of the human body. After making our way through her exhibit, she opted to stay and explore the rest of the museum with us. The energy was electric, filled with fun and flirtation. Throughout the night, Ahmir would touch me, kiss me, lick me, and whisper a combination of nasty and sweet nothings in my ear. As the night wrapped up, true to her word, Carole made sure to get my contact information and give me hers as we discussed getting together in Winston Hills so that she could see the beauty that gave birth to me.
In the car headed back to Ahmir’s place, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. We’d let the partition up and I was on my knees between his muscular thighs getting my face fucked so aggressively that I could feel my lips swelling as my saliva was running down the sides of my mouth and my mascara running as my eyes watered.
“Look at you being a nasty bitch and getting your lipstick smeared in the back of this car. Choke on this dick like a good girl,” He coached as I took him deeper, gagging on his dick.
“Mmmmhmmm,” I moaned, mouth full, pussy creaming.
Trying to grab his dick and stroke it, Ahmir slapped my hand away, “The only thing I want touching my dick is your tongue and throat, put your hands behind your back.”
I was on the edge of squirting everywhere, he was talking to me like a nasty ass slut, and I was so aroused I could barely think straight. Making my way to the base of his dick, giving him my whole throat, I stuck my tongue out and grazed the area between his ass and his balls. I felt his body jerk, and I knew at that moment I was about to snatch his soul.
“Fuckkkkk, you about to make Daddy cum, Princess.”
I kept my throat wrapped firmly around his dick as I flexed my throat muscles, continuing to use my wet tongue to stimulate his perineum. I could feel his body start to tense as he reached down, grabbing my throat and forcing his dick in and out of my mouth roughly.
“Catch every drop, don’t make a fucking mess,” as he exploded all in my mouth and down my throat just as we pulled up to his building. We couldn’t get in the house fast enough as he kissed me nastily, groping my ass and playing with my nipples the whole elevator ride up.
As we entered the penthouse, Ahmir had his phone out recording me as I walked ahead of him. Turning around, I stopped as I released my hair from the French Roll, letting it topple down my back as I shook it.
“So fucking sexy,” Mir complimented with his eyes laser-focused on me.
“I know,” was my only response as I turned back around and continued in the direction of his bedroom.
I didn’t have to look back to make sure he was behind me, I knew he was, I could feel his growing need and desire for me, it heated the room up like a sauna. Walking up behind me, Ahmir unzipped my dress as I stepped out of it, bending over so that my ass was right on his dick as I unbuckled my heels. I heard a groan of wanton come from behind me as my diamond-covered ass bounced up and down against his hardness as I grabbed my ankles. I looked back at Ahmir as I bit my lip, grinding against him while he continued to record.
“Dinner was amazing, but I know you’re ready to eat,” I spoke as I slid my fingers between my sticky pussy lips and rubbed myself softly, “Mmmmm, I’m ready to feed you.”
Ahmir stepped back, unbuttoned his blazer to remove it, and leaned forward, licking me from my pussy to my asshole, giving extra attention to my ass. My body jerking forward in pleasure.
“Keep grabbing those ankles, don’t let go,” he muttered with his mouth full as he returned his attention to eating me from the back.
“Mirrrrrrr,” the moans fell from my lips as I found my balance and started grinding my pussy all over his face nice and nasty. Nothing could be heard but my moans and his tongue sloshing through my dripping wet pussy and puckered back door.
