Now I went up another couple of gears, faster and harder, the faceplate of the strap-on making repeated wet slapping sounds as it smacked against her sweaty skin, each impact accompanied by a grunting moan from Preshy.
Her breathing became rapid, and she began to give a series of high-pitched cries. I shifted my right hand from her hip to grip her hair, yanking her head back and up, arching her back to get the maximum resistance to my thrusts.
This also had the effect of pulling her tits up into easy reach, and my left hand exchanged its grip on her side for something softer and more enticing – squeezing Preshy’s left breast.
‘Ride me! Ride me!!’ she screamed again, and then as her climax overwhelmed her, she shouted: ‘Fuck me – oooohh! Fuck me – aaarrgh! Oh!! Yes – I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna CUM!!’
I sort of lost control as well, carried away in the raw sensuality of the moment, triumphant in my command over her, my control of her body. I was playing her like a virtuoso violin, sawing backwards and forwards – not a bad metaphor, really, as her yowls were starting to sound like an out-of-tune fiddle.
I don’t normally use bad language, in fact I was once criticised for being over-decorous during love-making – but not this time. I growled at her, in time with each inwards thrust:
‘Come for me, you bitch! Come for me, you slut! I’m gonna fuck you hard! I’m gonna fuck your brains out!!’
When she stiffened and then shook spasmodically in the grip of a wave of explosive orgasms, it was too much to resist. The dildo still deeply penetrating her, I climaxed myself and then slumped forwards to lie limply across her back, my breasts pressed into the base of her shoulder blades.
‘Oh, stars and angels,’ I moaned, ‘that was so good – so good.’
Sensing somehow that Preshy was about to collapse under the dual impact of my weight and her own devastating orgasms, I levered myself off and pulled the dildo out, eliciting one last tremor from the young woman.
She rolled onto her back and lay there, panting, with her legs spread carelessly open. I quickly shucked off the strap-on and lay down on my side next to her, propping my head up on one elbow whilst my other hand, almost absent-mindedly, found its way to her pussy and began very gently to stroke it. Preshy looked up at me in undisguised admiration.
‘I always thought you would be hot stuff’, she said softly, ‘but that was unbelievable – I’ve never had sex like that before, not ever, not that shook me so deep down and took me so high when I came.’
I smiled warmly, because there was no doubting the sincerity with which she said this – and, truly, although the last decade had been a bit of a desert, I had slept with enough women over the last twenty years to be able to recognise a five-star fuck and, on that scale, this had rated more like ten stars.
I bent over and began licking and sucking on her breasts, attending to each for a few moments and then returning to the other.
I nibbled on her teats, and she stirred restlessly as my other hand at her crotch began to push more demandingly into her, first one finger halfway, then two, then both of them all the way.
I found her engorged clitoris, and to the accompaniment of her renewed panting for breath, I massaged it until she came again.
I still hadn’t satiated my lust for this gorgeous, vibrant young woman. I spread her limp legs still wider apart and crouched between them, bringing my mouth directly to bear on her vagina. I’ve often been told that my pussy-eating technique is one of the best, and I certainly didn’t hear any complaints from this customer.
After a while, I did start to hear some very strange noises – but there was no doubt that they were of approval and enjoyment.
I carefully brought her up to another orgasm, and in the final moments drove her wild by pressing my fingertips into the rim of her anal passage, probing and teasing it whilst lashing my tongue around the full extent of her vagina and sucking hard on the nub of her clit.
After her climax, we lay together more quietly; this time I was sprawled on my back, and she looked down at me, running her index finger in circles around my stomach, and then every so often detouring around or over one of my breasts.
I told her then that I had meant everything that I had said about the quality of her work, her future potential as a designer, and my interest in a marketing deal – perhaps even an exclusive one during these first years, as she became established.
‘I know you did,’ she replied quietly, ‘but I was hoping you would want me as well.’ She told me that she had met me briefly when I was the guest speaker at a seminar on her degree course three years previously (I had forgotten this entirely), that she had been strongly attracted to me then, and she had thought of me quite often since.
Preshy confessed that her taste was for older, confident, capable women who still looked hot and dressed in style, and she thought that I was the leader of the pack!
Well – such flattery! But it was artlessly, almost naively, delivered, and it had a ring of truth about it. There was only one way to reward that, and I invited her to stay over the whole week-end.
She gave another of her magical, electrifying grins – I was getting very fond of them – and said that she thought I’d never ask, she had her suitcase ready in the trunk of her car.
She coyly admitted that if I had seemed interested but too shy or cautious to make a pass at her, she had plPreshyd to stage a car ‘breakdown’ that would lead to the offer of over-night accommodation, and then make herself even more flagrantly seducible!
So Preshy unpacked in the second largest double-bedroom, after which we took a long playful bath and shower together in my vast and truly well-equipped main bathroom – it was one area where I had stinted myself for nothing – and then we made ourselves a dinner of tuna, chopped peppers, sun-dried tomatoes and sweetcorn on pasta with a mild lime chilli sauce, followed by a tossed green salad, and washed down with several glasses of fine Burgundy red wine.
After that, I took her by the hand and led her up to my own room, where we slowly disrobed each other and began a long night of mutual pleasure with a languorous, slow-building 69.
The weekend turned into a week, and – well – we’ve been living together ever since, for nearly two years now, although we don’t advertise the fact; whilst she works from my (although now I tend to say, ‘our’) house, all of her post goes to a mailbox address, and when she calls at my office or our paths cross at industry fairs and social events, we act in a friendly but strictly professionally way. And then, we go home and fuck each other like rabbits!