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I slept most of yesterday. Most! After a year of going without, I couldn’t resist when Gordon called me. And there were a lot of people I had to resist I tell ya. It seemed like every man, woman, and couple I’d played with or been in a relationship with in the past five years knew I was back in Playland and wanted to welcome me back! I didn’t actually think it had been that many until yesterday though. Apparently it has. At noon I finally called the front desk and asked them to hold all my calls.

Somehow, around 4pm, a call did get through though. There must have been a shift change or something. It was Gordon. Gordon was a line backer for a major football team. He was dark-skinned and about 6 feet, 6 inches tall and built like a big bear. He had a reputation for being a ladies man, but in reality, he had no appetite for traditional sex. The reputation was based purely on the work of a really good agent.

What he really loved was pussy. He’d never fucked me even once. His tongue action couldn’t be compared by anyone else. He loved a nice slow build up that led to an intense, multi-orgasmic finale.

When he got her he gave me a big bear hug. I felt like I could disappear in the bulk of his arms. He was a really good hugger. When he slid his hand under my skirt to cup his large hand over my mound, he pulled back in surprise.

“You’ve let your bush grow back.”

It wasn’t really grown back. My lips were still velvety soft but there was a patch on my pubis that was full and thick. I was experimenting with something different and thinking about shaving it into some kind of shape. But Gordon liked completely shaved mounds.

“Let me?” he asked, his eyes eager like a little boy’s.

He’d shaved me once before so I knew he would be careful.

He led me into the bathroom and cleared a spot on the counter beside the sink. He laid a fresh towel on the counter as I removed my skirt.

“Baby, I’m almost glad you let it grow in just so I could have the pleasure of shaving it off.”

When he parted my legs, he gently patted my lips. I thought I’d come if he kept doing that. It felt so good. But, he stopped to remove his own clothes. I admired the muscles that rippled over his abdomen, his chiseled quads, and the most rock hard ass I’d ever seen. As usual, my eyes were drawn to the massive tool that lay nestled between his thick legs. Even semi-erect it was most impressive. I’d never seen anyone else so well endowed, not even in a porn movie. I’d begged him to fuck me with it every time he’d come to work over my pussy and every time he’d denied me. He wouldn’t let me touch him or suck him off either. He never gave me any explanation – he’d just continue eating my pussy until he was satisfied.

Gordon took great care in shaving the rest of the hair from my mound. His touch with the razor was gentle and he soaped several times. When he was done, the anticipation had me dripping wet and wishing that he’d shove his tongue right inside me. But Gordon liked to enjoy pussy like a good meal. This would be slow but delightful torture.

He carried me to the sitting room and set me gently in an overstuffed arm chair. He adjusted my bottom so that it was at the edge of the chair and my legs were swung over the arms. In this position I was wide open to his view. My labia spread apart just enough for him to see a trickle of my excitement escape to run into the crevice of my ass cheeks. As he stood for a moment to enjoy his work, his cock twitched in excitement. I wished he’d just slide that beautiful smooth tool inside me – or as much of it as would have fit anyway.

Finally, he kneeled before me and began to play. He started with my nipples, because my breasts were like the appetizer in this four star meal. For at least half an hour, he licked, nibbled, and sucked. When his tongue devoured one nipple, his fingers kept the other one hard. He’d increase pressure until it was bordering on painful, and then bring it down to a whisper, so faint I barely felt his touch.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it any more and I said the words he was waiting to hear.

“Baby, please lick my pussy now. Make me come with your tongue. Please.”

He approached my sensitive lips with the same luxury s he did my breast. Slow, long, feather light licks turned into a firmer, full tongue massage, which turned into fast flickers of his tongue, which turned into deep tongue penetration. If he felt I was getting too close to orgasm, he’d back track to the lightest touch again until my hips stopped moving. He’d begin all over again. It took every ounce of control I had not to rub my cunt against his mouth until I came but I knew the wait would be worth it.

I lost all track of time yesterday and I had no idea that an hour hand a half had passed. Finally, he let me come though.

The first orgasm ripped through my body with his tongue directly on my clit. I screamed as my whole body shook. It continued for what seemed to be an extraordinarily long time. When my quivers slowed, his tongue moved down to the entrance of my tunnel. He circled around the entrance rapidly and in less than a minute another orgasm had me shaking and moaning. I was beyond exhaustion but he obviously wasn’t. He moved back up to my clit and gently sucked it. His index and middle fingers slid inside me, reaching for my g-spot. It took almost five minutes this time, but as my orgasm began again, he slid his index finger out of my pussy and into my ass. Both his finger curled in that come hither motion with gentle but consistent pressure. That action pulled out another orgasm, more intense than the first. He slowly removed his fingers from my body and stood up. My legs slid from the arms of the chair and my body slithered to the floor.

My legs have been like putty all morning so far, aching in that good way that only an awesome orgasm can produce. Now if only I could figure out how to get him to fuck me!

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