10 comments/ 17815 views/ 1 favorites You Just Been Angela'd By: Annora The tapping of my heels hit the wooden floor with purpose; I was controlling the room. From the time I entered I held the attention of every man in the lounge. Walking into lounges during peak hours I avoided with great restraint. I had to this time I was making an exception this time. Scott was as sexy as he had impressed me with his demeanor during our only phone call. He had it all I stood four inches taller than he did but he was self-confident. I enjoyed this in a man his voice was just absolute consuming me. "Afternoon I'm glad you were able to come by here." Scott's voice was melting me. "My name is Angela glad to meet you Scott." I said with a twinge of sexiness just in case he wanted to know I was interested. I sat down as I did I crossed my legs ever so seductively. I made the movement count for sheer arousal performance. I was enjoying this encounter I enjoyed them all I was the best I had no other in any serious competition. I knew I understood men, I was educated in men's desires their needs. I knew before they even knew that their wants were basic wants. I sat there knew that Scott was a man with sex on his mind. Not the kind where he was left limp yet not mentally satisfied. I was a geisha a modern day geisha trained for the enjoyment of men. Knowing their desires made mine so much more erotic. I was always a seduction in progress along with everything about me. I found the travel exhilarating, the clientele phenomenal I was a master of all around me. I knew more about Scott than his own family ever knew. When the men in the room inhaled again it was like a mighty rush of wind. I focused on the man I was with no other man was in the room. We did the flirting with class no man crossed the line with flirting without respect first hand. "Scott I shall be ready at eight. I will see you then." I didn't ask I knew I would see him at eight sharp. Scott smiled didn't touch me enjoyed what was coming up. His eyes followed my hips; I worked them with a mission. I was wanting the men to all look at each other ask one another with their eyes ‘I need a cigarette was it as good for you?' My hips are very shapely set wide perfect for holding onto when being piston Pumped. Hipbone can be barely seen and gracefully touched. They have the abdomen taut I know their power. They have power whether nude or clothed. I stood up to my six-foot height winked at Scott he grinned tilted his head ever so lightly. Wearing a short leather skirt that lay half up my thighs. The boots that were kissing my calves you just knew the calf gave up his life gladly for the chance to hug my legs so perfectly. They were folded over the tops of my knees; the angora sweater hung off one shoulder. My waist length hair hung in ringlets down my back. The first step allowed my full breasts to move in motion, no bra but a corset kept them proudly high. My gold bracelets at my wrists seemed to jingle so watching me walk the length of the room was how did they say it? Oh yes, poetry in motion. I worked that beautifully dim long wooden aisle. The sashay in my ass was meant for one purpose it was meant to cause sensual eroticism an art I perfected. Just as I got to the end of the room I slowed down ever so slowly, looked over my shoulder spotted Scott. "Thank you Scott for the fuck." I mouthed being sure to emphasis the word fuck. Scott's head shook as he laughed he knew he was going to fuck me tonight. Yet these men all got their fuck now. Watching he saw the men side way look to see if anybody was watching them. Scott had been roomed fucked by me before. The first time I'm told you never forget it. You even can draw upon it for moments of erotica at whim. Oh how I love to fuck men respectively of course after all they are such wonderful creatures. There isn't anything I wouldn't consider for a man. Smiling to myself I recalled many a sexual moment. Scott was just so absolutely fun to fuck his sweetness his down earth sexiness caused me to want him satisfied. He would call me for a quickie but nothing quickie about his style. I found myself in my bath walls of mirror floors of marbles. I was surrounded myself with sensual aids, salts, bath soaps. Heating bath towel racks the shower alone had twenty heads. Walking up five steps to the tub piped in music chandeliers was the lighting. My domain was a process in seduction from the smallest detail. I had hidden lights, candles fireplaces along with the magnificent four poster bed. White on white mirrors on stands lighting seducing one sense. The affect brought the whole erotic side of sex into play. I walked towards the steam room looking at the mirror my eye looked at my body with pride. My breasts were very large and natural the sand dollar size nipples were a medium shade of pink. They had some jiggle, which caused men to notice their perfection. My long neck allowed my shoulders to seductively grace my upper arms. Under my arms were tight, I enjoyed the taut ass and stomach long graceful legs. I walked to the mirror that didn't steam up appraising myself for the beauty I stayed. I took my fingers tweaking my nipples thinking of the men in the room. They immediately responded to my touch, I found this reassuring that my body reacted so quickly. I tried but my breasts were too large to be held in my hands, I could hold some but then had to allow the rest to overflow my palms. Massaging the nipples caused my nipples to become erect. I enjoyed that sensation they would stay this way until I was spent with Scott tonight. I wore lingerie I always dressed to be undressed erotically. I never wore panties there were no need for them. Corsets Bustier, thigh high's French maid uniform. I was serious about sex I enjoyed the levels enjoyed their spans. I adored men but I have admitted that before time was wasting. Preparing for tonight was the sensual side of the whole process. Nothing was going to be left out. I was looking into the mirror as I was trimming my pubic hair to the nth degree. A perfect straight line that stopped elegantly before my lips that were becoming swollen from desires. I had laid out my evenings lingerie lit candles softly had music piped in. The food was preparing the lighting was precision. I enjoyed the whole evening. Knowing Scott's penchant for satin just the silkiness against his skin caused him to moan deeply. The soft hue of peaches and cream lace laying on the white on white four poster bed was my lingerie. A teddy cut high on the hips snugly cuddled my ass I saw the image in three different mirrors. Slipping my feet into feathery slippers I made a slow circle to see the affect. My cleavage was tempting to the eye it was only held by a tiny little silk bow tie. The depth of chimes from the grandfathers clocks told me it was eight p.m. sharp. The door chimes were ringing from deep inside the apartment. "Good evening Scott. I am so glad you came." I smiled sensually as he kissed my cheek. "Well not yet Angela but you will. I am certain you will make sure I leave here every bit tantalized." Scott said as he followed me into the living area. I walked into the center of the room knowing he enjoyed this. His body walked towards mine with certainty and ownership. His fingers touched the satin gown slipping it off my shoulders so seductively. I lowered my face to his face lips parted I was awaiting for his first kiss. He raised his face our lips touched with a slow ember burning he kissed me. My knee's buckled his body caught mine his kiss became passionate. I wanted his body to envelop mine. I heard the moan emitted when his fingers touched the lacy silky teddy. I felt unbalanced by his body. His moans. His movements. Were leading us both to the point of utter abandonment. I was standing in front of him a body of sheer desires he orchestrated. "Oh Angela you wicked temptress the passions your body hides just below the surface. I need you baby." Scott was hoarse. I wanted to move quickly. I knew Scott loved sensual speed he enjoyed peaking and withdrawal the dance of seduction. His fingers moved the straps down so as to have my breasts held by the cups that weren't covering them. His eyes were riveted to mine I dared him to move faster. It caused him to laugh throwing his head back knowing he could drive me sexually insane. His legs were together I did manage to place one thigh between them so as to rub his cock from time to time. He gave me that much. I was almost totally nude he was totally dressed I was betraying my desires. His desires were becoming ignited he had control. He took my hand pulling me towards the dining area, on the table were fruits his favorite caviar's Champagne. Crystal gold trimmed twenty-four carat gold flutes. Holding champagne and strawberries his favorite foods. "Angela my dear how about some champagne you might be getting thirsty I can smell your scent. Your wetness is intoxicating me." Scott laughed reaching for a flute. "Scott your making me thirsty but something much more deliciously warm but I will take champagne. Why don't you get less? Dressed?" I laughed knowing he would ignore me. He handed me my champagne it was refreshing. I could see that I was barely dressed he was slightly aroused. I watched him as he ate some caviar. I saw his enjoyment with the salmon filled with caviar. His appetite nourished he pulled my face down to his and kissed me with a deep tongue. I responded so immediately I felt the warmth going down my inner thighs. His salty taste on his tongue the warmth of his passion caught me breathless. His body was demanding mine. My mind disconnected the orgasm just leisurely slipped down my thigh. My moan was swallowed by his kiss. Scott acknowledged my orgasm with a caressing of my ass cheeks. He walked us into the bedroom looking around seeing the beauty he smiled at me. I was shaking he stepped back taking the scene in."Angela I want you to take the rest of that teddy off for me as I watch. Mmmm by the way your orgasm is intoxicating my senses. I'm sure you can see that." He pointed at his hard cock. He walked to the foot of the bed smiled at me sat down winked at me. I was to show him my desires for him. I wasn't to be knocked knee and hesitant I was to perform for him. I crossed my arms taking my fingers I slipped them in the straps slowly turning from his view I turned my back to him. He whistled appreciative of the snug fit of satin. He could see my cum staining the teddy. When slowly turned towards him I allowed my breasts to tumble free. Scott groaned with desire started unbuttoning his shirt. I moved closer so he could taste me. His hands brought me to his naked chest he swirled his long tongue around each nipple with purpose. His purpose was for me to cum again for his delight. I was mesmerized just as he was, I knew he wanted his cock freed but not by me. I felt him step back I could hear the zipper. ""Mmmm listen Angela the zipper is coming down oh so slowly." He whispered into my mouth. I knew to listen with my ear cocked to one side. As he took pleasure in removing the cloth that kept us parted. "Listen it's going to stop and then Angela your going to need to bring him out, aren't you?" He was more excited as he spoke. "Yes. Yes Scott." I was whispering smiling widely at his look of sexual lust. His hands left the zipper I could feel his cock it was rigid, erect and so ready for freedom. I knew then I was to slowly kiss down his chest so I could be free to see his cock come out to meet my eyes, his cock the noble head was like steel. He sat down leaned back looked at the mirrors for the best angle as I pulled it out with my hand. His groan chilled me to the core. "Oooohhhhh yooooouu know what I like baby it's ohhhhh fuck …. Oh fuckkkk you got me babe." His voice dropped two octaves were above a whisper and hoarse it sent me flying. His voice commanded us to give into our passions and we quit playing seductive tag. I wanted his taste in my mouth he wanted to feel it being swallowed. I swirled the head with great relish I needed it to scratch my soft palate. His cock was the most fuckable cock ever was. It responded quickly very giving, very good size for a great lick and a suck bath. Listening to his moans when I was doing it perfectly. Hearing him groan when I brought him to edge kept me focused. His ‘Oh fock babe you know what I love.' He was just sensational. It was more of an o than a u sound when he drifted off onto the flights his body soared him too. "His ahh ooh ahhh .. " spoken softly I knew where he was in cumming. His force changed when he would pull me up throw me unto the bed like a rag doll and take his hands pushing my face to the mattress. Raising my hips and ass high for his entrance I knew then he was serious. His biting his lips making a purring sound like a cat well petted echoed off the walls. His centered hips then his hands taking my hips to plunge in one long sweep caused me to come off the bed screaming. "Oh Fuck Scott…..You oh fuckkkk! Fuckkkkkkkk!….." I hollered usually back into the satin comforter as he shoved me back down. He piston pumps me with great deep strokes. We were sounding like we were body slamming more than two people just fucking the other's brains outs. The scent filled the air we both took deep long breaths feeding on the lust. "Oh Angela you are such a wonderful woman to fuck. No woman can stand next to you." Scott said with honesty. "I can't even stand when you are fucking me like this Scott. C'mon give me more you know you got more cum for me." I shouted as I fell into a laughing heap of desire. We had made a horrible mess of the bed both grabbing sheets to hold on. We settled on a medium gait as we fucked for a few more hours. Stopping to drink and taste the other. Sometime in the wee early hours before dawn we fell exhausted, sated, satisfied And very much happy with the whole evening. I loved his final orgasm the sounds he made the elation of his deed. I loved the look in his eyes as I held my lips close so it bubbled up into my mouth. I held it in until he was done. I slowly opened my mouth to show him his white cum threw my head back allowing him to watch my long neck swallow his nectar proudly. ************************************************** You Just Been Angela'd Ch. 02 It arrived with his morning mail a very beautiful velum cream colored envelope tri-fold. His morning mail wasn't touched until early afternoon. Once he reached for the mail he fingered the envelope. Mindlessly wondering what advertisement ploy of sending such an expensive envelope. Opening it a scent of delicate perfume wafted up into his nose. Looking down he read "You have been Angela'd" nothing else just that elegantly written. He turned it over brought it to his nose smelled it again. This campaign would cost megabucks have a huge failure rate. He set it aside to finish his mail he would ask around find out about it. His day went without any event, turning off the lights he headed for the elevator to go home. Not noticing who or what was around him he read his paper in the elevator. Door slid open down one floor-slid open his senses were awaken. The perfume permeated inside the elevator. He looked couldn't see any woman new he missed her. His anger at himself never left him even after reaching home. He threw down the brief case looking down he couldn't remember what he did with the envelope. Mindlessly he listened to his phone messages. "Hi Bart, welcome home. Oh by the way this is Angela." Bart's neck almost snapped as he lunged for the replay button. Hitting it he waited for the voice it didn't come he must have hit erase? His mind was going just numb with this Angela thing. It was an advertisement but how did she get his personal home line? He was able to recall the intoxicating scent it was tantalizing him even now. Hours after he smelled it for the first time. He ate while he finished his work going to bed well after midnight. He slept fitful his mind playfully bringing Angela into his dreams. She must be stunning to look at. Could she be an old girlfriend? Could she be a secret admirer? His dreams had him touching her shoulder to wake before she turned. Awaking sleepy he chided his ignorance in losing sleep over some advertisement ploy. If it were for perfume he loved it, he hated to admit it but he was hooked already by the intoxication it had played upon his senses. He would ask around find out what company was tapping in on this market. Arriving to work he went straight to the day's appointments. He hadn't forgotten about the envelope he didn't want to find out it was a mass advertisement. Right now Angela was his. "Your two o'clock is here Mr. Peters." Virginia said nasally. Bart looked at his watch assured all was well in his life. His work life was always perfect his dating life was the broken side of him. The door opens and in I walked with an air of importance. I walked straight in shook Bart's hand. Motioned for him to sit reached for his humidor opened it positioned for him to help himself. Bart reached in and sniffed it but didn't light it. I knew he wouldn't. I opened my brief case pulled out a maroon and gold box handed it to him and he knew immediately it was filled with three truffles. His weakness, his eyes fell upon my face the sunglasses hid what the hat didn't. "Any questions Bart?" I asked softly with great interest. "Yes. One who are you?" Bart asked politely. "Straight to the answer's I like that in a man. I am here for you, Bart." I said softer. "What my soul are you an angel?" He laughed. I found that funny laughed with an honest laugh, I liked him but I knew I would. I had studied him for almost six months. Nothing was left to chance. His receiving my 'Angela'd wasn't done without a lot of examinations. Questions were answered by sources; my one certainty was everybody's friend's family had a point they spoke. Bart sounded so wonderful I was truly impressed by him. "I would love to invite you to my home for a dinner Friday evening, Bart." I said with an honest sincere invitation. I smiled sincerely swiped my lips looked at him directly. I knew he enjoyed eye contact so I slipped off my eyeglasses. My eyes were penetrating his he was grinning with a lop side grin. "I will feel absolutely honored Angela." Bart was blushing his hands were firmly on the desktop. I knew he loved animal print lingerie. I knew he loved the woman to be the one in control to a point. I knew I would fuck him senseless, he knew it too. Bart was a self made man not a millionaire but money never entered into my equations. The ordinary guys with something I found tantalizing were mostly my clients. They didn't have to be built either sexually or body type. They did have to have a side of sense of adventure and willing to act upon it. His sense of fun sexually was one of the top ten reasons I was there now. "How about standing rib roast with baked potato fans, filled with garlic and butter? Buttered and dilled carrots coins along with creamed peas. For dessert Caramel crème cheesecake?" I stopped speaking. "How in the world do you know what is my favorite meal?" Bart was well pleased. I smiled that was something I knew but I knew a sheath of papers of much more important things about him. How he loved to come screaming in French? How he loved being tied? How he enjoyed being brought to many close orgasms? His wish was to know two women at once. Tonight would be dinner seductive dining he wasn't going anywhere. Not before he was Angela'd and perhaps Gwynth. "Tonight Bart eight sharp." I said as I stood up reaching across the desk shaking his hand. "My pleasure Angela." Bart said in wonderment. Time flew by for Bart he dressed with success and wondered even more about his hostess. Angela what an angelic name he sensed she wasn't an angel though. Angela made sure the food was intricately prepared beautifully able to be served before readying myself. Once again I found myself in my bath preparing for a male guest. Sex wasn't on the menu tonight; I would watch his movements carefully. Intricacy intimacy without sex was an art. I slipped my body into a teddy that looked like a zebra. It covered my body like a second skin. Hugging my curves dangerously. My breasts were displayed without being overly on display. I slipped a floor length skirt on hugging my hips brushing the floor open to above my knee. I knew his likes were bare skin no stockings. Atmosphere was delicately balanced it was time for the prey to enter the lair. Walking into the living area I noted it was letter perfect. "Welcome Bart right on time a plus." I smiled as I leaned in for a kiss on the cheek. "I couldn't let myself be late for this evening Angela. You have had me so intrigued. How beautiful you look. I love the zebra print. What a beautiful place you have here. Dinner smells deliciously." Bart was nervous. We sat down on the sofa close he could smell my scent I could see his eyes his pupils. His hand gestures his many moves. I had poured him a glass of wine his favorite of course. 2001 Domaine De La Janasse Chateauneuf Du Pape Vielles Vignes. He was well pleased I would have served him this. More pleased than surprised it seemed. I loved that in a man. After all pleasure was enjoyed shared. "Dinner is ready Bart let us go." I offered my arm as we walked to the table. Conversation was tantalizing my senses. I noted his every move his every gesture. I also noted his space from his forefinger to his thumb the wedge always told me what I enjoyed knowing before having abandoned love with a partner. He threw his head side ways in moments of great joy. His scent seemed to be him no cologne. His body was telling me everything oh I found this so scintillating it made me almost forget my rule. No sex on first personal contact Bart's movements was provoking me to let go of my number one rule. Dinner was over Bart stood up pulled out my chair his hands touched my bare arms. It caused me to quickly think and I held onto my rules. "Well Bart this was tremendous tonight you have entertained me totally. How interesting that you have traveled so extensively. Your so well versed on everything it seems. Thank you for such a beautiful evening." I said charmingly. "Oh no Angela this was magical tonight. We connected on so many levels. May I be so bold to ask to see you again?" Bart said with a pleading sound but an endearing way. "Yes Bart. Are you free on Friday evening perhaps?" I said with a hint of a promise to be held. "Oh I will be here Angela nothing could stop me from being here again with you." Bart said excitedly. We parted he leaned into a friendly peck upon my cheek. I allowed that benign touch it made what was going to take place Friday seems outrageous to ever sense he held dear. Friday was to hold dear what was going to happen to Bart. My home was transfixed into a jungle with so many alcoves of pillows for passionate pits. I had worked upon the atmosphere it all meant timing. Candles on floor length wooden holders being graced with vines. Mirrors being placed in positions for greater intimacy. Turning the fireplace into waterfall. Pillows thrown around. Music making sounds of the savanna Bart described his trip without knowing I was saving the descriptions to the finest detail. After the change of the outer apartment I found myself pushing time to be ready for Bart. I desired for Bart more it always happened this way. My desires would take me the rest of this evening. I undressed looking at my body knowing that I would wear my lion corset squeezing my tits together. A tiny little nothing sliver of clothe to cover my pussy with a floor length tiger print sheer robe. Feeling the part was intoxicating from the mere dressing to the moment he arrived I was a seduction in progress. The doorbell rang alerting me to his arrival. Instead of myself opening it Gwynth opened the door totally nude she bowed down low. Allowing him entrance into the room. His eyes were darting from either side my place wasn't the same? "I'm Miriam I'm here for your pleasure tonight before mistress Angelica comes to you. May I have your clothing?" Gwynth had the perfect accent down to the persona of a lady in waiting. Bart's sense of sexual acceptance came out he started undressing for Gwynth and myself. His body was quite handsome soft in places, which I enjoyed at times. Once he was nude she gave him a robe. He placed it on but did not tie it his wonderfully uncircumcised cock was gloriously hanging for our pleasure. Gwynth walked to him without an intimate kiss she started kissing his bare chest making slow process to his waist. Bart was moaning with the thrill of being succumbed with such an exotic beauty kissing and licking him with erotic touches. "Miriam I can see Bart is quite taken by you. Please keep going I would love to watch such a beautiful sight." I said with an accent he hadn't heard before. Bart's eyes riveted to mine allowed Miriam to follow through as he drunk my beauty in. I was standing for his enjoyment wearing what I knew he had walked past only a few days prior in a lingerie shop. "Oh my Angelica how do you know what it is I want? What it is I desire? What I have touched?" Bart's voice cracked. Miriam had licked his cock for the first long lick. Bart's head tilted side ways I knew by that he was in heaven. His cock was responding with slipping outside its protective outer covering. I licked my lips wanting the taste upon my lips. I walked towards his body slipped off my robe pressed into his hands dared him to rip off the cloth that kept us apart. His fingers easily did slip under their silken material and I was bare to his eyes. The corset he worked as though he had done it a million times. Miriam had been licking him this whole time. I squatted down thighs apart he could see from the mirror angled my pussy was open clit was hanging down I slipped his cock down my throat. His body quivered but he kept standing. She went around him slipped his robe off and kissed his back and got to his ass. We were insatiable with kissing and licking him. His cock became engorged with so much cum. We moved to a pillow thrown area and kept his assault going upon his body. When he decided he was going to have us both he had us both get upon our hands and knee's. He slid his cock into my wet pussy making me scream out. "Oh this is soooo oh fuckkkkk youuuurrrrrr harder harder harderrrrr." I screamed into the pillow. He pulled his wet slippery cock out and plunged into Miriam's wet open pussy it was a slash of red and swollen hot folds of flesh. She bucked him she wanted more than a mere hard fuck she wanted him to rip her wide. "Harder I am so hot for you nowwwwww!" Miriam screamed. As he was piston pumping making us both squeal he would pull and pinch on my clit as he pounded her to the ground. When he got to me he would twist and pinch her nipples until she cried out in pain/pleasure. His senses were overload he wasn't comprehending the fucking of two long legged women. He grabbed tits nipples, pussies and clits he kissed licked bit and sucked us off both. His stamina was outstanding. His body was a marvel of raw sex. Neither of us knew what was about to happen until we heard the language of French come out so vulgar yet it came out so beautifully erotic. His cum splashed upon our faces his body jerked. Falling into a heap we were tangled arms legs we were exhausted. Bart was another client I enjoyed many times sometimes one on one but Gwynth enjoyed him as much as I did. You Just Been Angela'd Ch. 03 I had just taken one of my sabbaticals landing back home I found my enthusiasm rebuilding for the upcoming encounters. Gathering information bringing all things to the point I could make contact. The mailing was accomplished that's why I was back home. Perhaps picking the client was the beginning but it was a wonderful moment in this process. Finding them was highly secretive I was the only one knowing the whole process. I knew less involved less would ever be found out. His mail was running late so he decided to go on to the meeting. Then coming back he was expecting a special letter. An invite to the wedding of the year his invite was late according to his friends. Slamming the door shut he ran for the second floor. As he opened the door to the conference room the letter floated to the floor of his office. The meeting was exhaustive the problem had to be solved so long nights ahead again. His mind wasn't even thinking of any invite he wasn't going to get to go to a wedding out of town now anyway. Unlocking his door he didn't take note to the cream colored velum envelope. His four hundred-dollar shoes slipped on the corner of the envelope making him stumble. Bending down he picked it up quizzical there wasn't even an address not a complete address. He brought it up closer as he opened it. Miserable it wasn't going to allow him to the wedding of his friend. Perfume wafted up into his nose his thought was classy touch. Opening it he read "You have just been Angela'd" nothing else. He touched the elegance of the stationary inhaled the perfume he was impressed. He placed it on his desk eyeing it before going back to the drawing board. Picking it up he noted the elegant writing this was intriguing him. So who was Angela he had never known a woman by that name. It could be a phony name though. He was between girlfriends so that wasn't making his guessing any easier. The nights work at work was finished he walked down the stairs out the door and hailed a cab. Opening his brief case he touched the envelope again the scent was intoxicating him. "Smells like you have a woman?" The cab driver started an inane conversation. ""Nope not a girlfriend. Well one that I know about it." Branson answered. "Well that's a definite woman's perfume." The cabby off-handily spoke. Branson had to agree he was out of the cab in a few more minutes. Walking towards his place it dawned on him. The scent was more intoxicating while he was sitting in the cab. He turned to hail it back it was gone. That cabby was a woman could she be Angela? He moaned "Oh god he needed laid." His imagination was running amuck. His phone was ringing when he entered the foyer. Without thinking he picked up the phone with a growl. "Yes what do you want?" Branson said with a twinge of anger. "Well you were in a better mood in my cab." I said teasing him. His nature changed instantly. "Who are you Angela?" Branson wasn't imaginative but it was usually the first question. I laughed I was relaxed enjoying this cat and mouse part of the game. "I want you Branson." I said with sincerity. "Okay. So where have you seen my work?" Branson didn't understand this part. "The work I am talking about I doubt if you show it off. Or do you?" I laughed with a low throaty laugh. Branson seemed to begin to understand we weren't speaking about his life's work. "Oh I think it's something else you are speaking about. Are you Angela?" Branson asked relaxing finally. "Branson I want you. I would love for you to come to dinner Friday at my place. You would be perfectly entertained I can promise. I don't bite never on the first date." I laughed. "So there is a second date?" Branson asked timidly. "Please come for dinner. I will have all your favorites Salmon with skirlie mash and dill cream sauce. Starting off with mixed wild mushroom soup. Chambord-glazed red onions. Topped off with raspberries with Saba sabayon to top off the meal." I said playfully. "You know I will be there Angela what time?" Branson asked anxiously. "Eight P.M." I answered as I hung up. I'm sure Branson replayed his conversation over and over again. I knew I had him especially with his favorite dinner being served. He had it served on a very special dinner in Cannes. His brain kept playing games with him making him go from this was a game to a true invitation. He would love to think the latter. His inner door opened there stood a woman of great beauty. I was dressed in his favorite clothing for his women. His head looked up from the easel taking me in long and slow. I was wearing a three-piece business suit with satin blouse long sleeves. Hair pinned high my skin felt looked like porcelain. Branson jumped up knocking over his pencils putting his hand out to shake mine. "Angela?" His voice was in a state of shock. I shook his hand smiling sincerely sliding into a leather chair crossing my long legs. "Yes, Branson I'm Angela nice to meet you." I said sincerely. I reached into my bag and brought out a crystal elephant sitting it on his desk. His eyes looked overwhelmed by emotions. His fingers touched the elegant crystal edges. "Where? How?" Branson's voice broke. "It's a gift accept it please I shall see you on Friday. Please grace me with your company I will be looking forward to it." I spoke softly as I stood and walked back out of his life. Friday approached quickly after seeing to the meal the preparation was starting to bring me a deep inner thrill. Branson was special I laughed I thought that of every man I ever took on. His favorite color was fire engine red with lace and ribbons. His likes were modest with a hint of tigress just broiling under the surface. Seeing a hint of lingerie brought him great pleasure his enjoyment was subtle. He was a beautifully equipped also. That wasn't a priority I enjoyed cocks big ones smaller ones. Some men used their tongues to support their endowed cocks. It was never a deciding factor. I stepped into the hot shower the water pelting upon my body was stinging with every touch. Vibrating my inner desires not to be sated this evening. Tonight was the waltz of intelligence dance. I would have him speak I would know by his statements how truthful he was. My bet was on Branson, our second Friday date would indeed take place. I walked towards the blowers and had my whole body blower dry it was sensuous in every way. Once dried I walked towards the lingerie it was so intimately sexy with so much satin and ribbons lacy and bows. Slipping it up my long legs placing my breasts in the cups I felt excited. Bright red against my body of white was quite a contrast. Thigh highs snuggled my ankles and calves over my knees and kissed my thighs. Slipping my black simple sheath to keep me sedate in appearance. I brushed my waist length hair to tumble down my back. Hearing the door bells ring I took one circle looking around saw perfection in seduction and left the sanctuary of my bedroom. Meeting him at the front door dressed to perfection I was thrilled. "Welcome Branson please come inside my home. Let me make you feel at home." I said as I handed him a tropical fruit martini. "MMmm my favorite but then I would expect nothing else from you Angela." Branson smiled with his beautiful sparkling teeth. I knew he was into oral sex especially giving oral sex. Oral sex brought him great pleasure throughout high school and college he was the tongue. I smiled thinking of that tongue gliding around my folds. I was focusing upon his lips as he spoke I would be feeling them next week. "Angela? Angela? I lost you some where? I was saying this was everything a fantasy is built around." Branson smiled eyes actually twinkled. "I'm so sorry Branson for drifting how terrible of me. May I make it up to you?" I sincerely asked. Standing up I showed a lot of thigh. "I think you just did." His laugh was deep and genuine. We walked to the elegant dining area he seated me then he sat down from across me. I enjoyed very intimate dining with each course we found more to share. Watching his masculine hands yet with such grace I found myself watching him with greater interest. After each course the conversation became even more animated the charm was dripping from him. He needn't of bothered I was going to fuck him with so much anxious excitement. We loved playing the cat and mouse the enjoying of seducer and seducer. He was smiling with a glint in his eye once again I noted his eyes and his teeth. As we talked for hours he told me nothing I hadn't already known. I saw though he was very charitable had a lot of humility. I liked him I knew I would I always did enjoy my clients. I caught a lull and mentioned the time that we were sure allowing it to get late. He stood up stepped towards me pulled me to my feet and steadied me. Gracefully placed his hand around my shoulders as he headed for the front door. "Branson would you enjoy coming back Friday evening?" I asked with delight. "Oh that would be wonderful Angela same time?" He asked smiling. "Yes please." I answered. His lips brushed my hair as the door closed behind him. I leaned upon the door smiling knowing fucking him was going to be delightful for many reasons. I always found the week between dinner and fucking scintillating to my senses. Friday arrived with the excitement that I thrived upon. I found the most exotic petals of roses made sure they would be perfect scattered onto the floor. Leading to the bedroom. More would be scattered upon the softest red comforter that was softer than a chinchilla. The lighting was pointed towards ever area of the bed with low lighting. The red panels were loosened so that they could be closed upon a minor touch. Pillows were tossed around for better angles. Music was softly played the room was dimmed. I walked into my dressing room sitting there I looked at the bed remembering early that morning. The bed was still warm from being used, shower was shimmering down the walls. I saw the rumpled sheets and slipped my fingers down between my legs. My clit responded instantly as I found my own juices caused the right amount of friction. Making circular motions widening them with each completed turn I found myself Screaming 'Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" I bit my lip purred like a kitten as the shower door opened up. He put his hands on my shoulders I leaned my head back on his firm abs. He stroked my face flushing he would have caught this. "Never allow an opportunity to slip past my baby." He spoke softly. I showered perfumed nothing too strong the roses would be intoxicating enough. They were being scattered now; I slipped into a simple teddy red with lace inserts That allowed him access to me as he saw fit. Brushing my long hair down my back I placed a few flowers scattering them for the sensual look. The lighting was going dimmer it was getting close to eight sharp. Nothing was left at chance. I saw the candles hundreds of them lit bouncing from the mirrors their scent were mellow. I entered as he did into the living room. His face flashed approval as mine did. His Armani suit was tastefully under stated. He walked towards me with a single rose a perfect white rose. "Angela how intoxicating you look." He spoke stumbling on my name. "Oh you like?" I teased him as I slowly turned for his pleasure. His hand reached out to touch me then he stopped didn't know if he could. I walked closer he knew then he could touch me, kiss me fuck me whatever his desires wanted. Gently he took my face in his hands and kissed my lips in one of those kisses that promised everything and gave you more. His hands stroked my hair pulling me closer smelling my hair he seemed to want to remember my scent forever. "I would love to dance with you, Angela." Branson whispered so low. I had to lean into his body more to hear his request 'Something from Boy George?' Branson was always full of surprises. Daniel came on the music played we danced I was becoming enamored which rarely happened. Dancing in the living room with the 360-degree circular view of the sky made us both a little more lightheaded feeling. "Lady in Red please?" His voice was hesitating. It came on instantly as he hugged me close we circled the room ending up at the beginning of the hall. His arms let me loose as he looked at the rose petals scattered on the floor. The sconces lit softly dancing to the motion of the air swaying to his walking. "Come with me Angela." He asked as he reached out his hand for mine to fall upon his. He pulled me seductively behind him as we made the walk. His eyes were so expressive I blushed. His lips parted begging to pull my lips to his we touched with such eroticism neither knew where the other began and the other ended. His lips found mine willing we were mounting into desires that we both knew were going to leave us in sub space. Seeing that massive bed amongst the hundreds of candles his senses went into orbit. I stayed in my body so I could help him get back safely from his free falling into passions. The softness of the fur caught his hands off guard I undressed him not making it very neatly down. His body physique was superb just enough body hair. Firm ass curved high on hi thighs. Six pack abs he smelled so delicious. I started to lick his Areola's with the tip of my tongue. I felt his body slam down as though he hadn't been inside of it until he felt that intimate touch. "You sexy man, Branson I think you hid much with your clothing." I teased him with a quick run through his pubic hair. He trimmed it very thoughtfully done. "Speaking of clothes Angela you are the one overly dressed right at this point. May I be of any assistance in your clothing removal?" He growled masculine only a way a man can when he knows he has the bait in his line of sight. I shivered I felt he touched me deeply without using his hands. "Yes please Branson I want you to see me. All of me." I whispered enchanting him. He got down on the lower of the bed got between my legs reached up for my ruffles slowly pulling them down. They got caught on my erect nipples but he continued stopped at my waist. Knelt down inhaled so deeply it sounded like a Wolf out in the wilds. "I want you I my mouth Angela, please?" He asked boldly. I was waiting for this had waited for this for months. I finished getting out of the confinements of silk. He grabbed a few pillows propped my hips high then ever so slowly he worked his way back up to my mouth. Kissing nibbling biting making me quiver from sheer wonder. Licking me down mid line stopping at my precision line of pubic hair. I watched him inhale deeply his first touch of the tip of his tongue caused me to come off the bed. His tongue was hard firm giving and so deliciously luxurious on my tender flesh. My thighs parted almost as though they disconnected from my hips. My hands massaged my breasts in small circles. Licking the area where my clit sat proudly I grabbed the cover stuffing it into my mouth. His efforts were playful he was finding my erogenous zones finding them masterfully I had to admit. Hitting direct hits, slipping around not touching me anywhere yet everywhere at once. He played me well. I was at his mercy his tongue was long as he swiped the inner folds careful not to enter me. "Mmmm pleaseeee I need you to lick me deep inside." I whispered barely heard. "I bet you do Angela. I just bet you do." He laughed heartily. I grabbed his healthy head of hair trying to guide him in. That didn't work I knew it wouldn't. I was becoming frustrated that was made known didn't make any difference to him. "Please Branson one long or short, short would be good too." I tried to cajole him into action. I lay there being driven into ecstasy needing only for him to lick me long and hard I would free fall into passions. When I felt this jolt of electricity rip through my pussy. His tongue invaded me I went soaring I heard screaming sounded as a woman. It was me I decided. I found breathing difficult which I didn't care I wasn't prepared for this exhilaration. "Breath, breath Angela." His voice said far away. "I can't how do I do it?" My voice was weak. He methodically went through my pussy licking, biting, lunging kissing. His efforts brought me to the abyss and back I lost count of the many trips he brought me to the edge. I was able to take my feet and straddle his hanging balls and massage him. We were non-stop on pleasuring the other. He moaned opened his legs wider but didn't give up the pussy assault. I felt myself being turned onto my side he grabbed my ankle splitting me wider and started at a new angle. "Ooooooohhhhhhhh fuclkkkkkkkkkk Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..." I screamed before I took flight. Going into subspace I couldn't contain one solid thought. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I could only be and feel pleasure. Pleasure that came over me in waves my eyes closed I saw lights. I wanted nothing. Nothing more than staying here being pleasured. As I reentered my body gently floating. Looking at Branson's face I only wanted to caress it. He leaned down as I felt his face I felt compassion. "Angela let me fuck you princess." He quietly spoke. His hands turned me onto my back and he slipped between my legs so easily his cock found its mark. A slow gentle rocking we made it a perfect speed. Kissing each other's face, touching one another. Sharing the tenderness the graceful touches. His weight lifted off me by his forearms at times. As his orgasm came barreling through I felt the shock his body was going through. His spine seemed to collapse his back of his head slammed into the front of his face. His body shook, he shivered screaming some unknown language. "Angelaaaaaaa..." Branson screamed as though in pain. Dawn found us wrapped inside the cover, snuggled and both smiling. You Just Been Angela'd Ch. 04 The envelope found itself in the mail picked up by William he had been out of town and had ran past the post office. Throwing it in the seat next to his he was ready for getting back home. Living alone for the most part he was excited for the solitude he was enjoying more and more. Making some instant coffee he finally sat down looking through the bundle one envelope caught his eye a cream color velum envelope. He broke the seal and the most intoxicating scent permeated the air. Elegantly written all it said was "You've been Angela'd". Raising it back to his nose he could only think what a beautiful creature Angela must be. Running through the other mail he kept looking at the cream color envelope wanting answers. Running through his past he knew he never knew an Angela. He blushed at the name of his first girl he had had. Shirley somebody he kept that for an enjoyable moment in life when he felt a little down. Firsts were special they carried you onto more experiences you learned from them. You relived them in times of anxieties. They seemed to be able to break through your thoughts at their whim. The phone rang bringing him back from reminiscing about his early teenaged triumph. "William speaking." William spoke all business. "Are you William that builds beautiful furniture?" I asked knowing he was. "I build furniture, yes I'm the one." William said a little taken back. I enjoyed his being off balanced by my call. I knew he was a craftsman I also knew he was the man I wanted. "May I come to your shop I am looking for a special piece to be built?" I said with sincere tones. I knew he was a master builder. "Sure what time would be good for you?" He asked. "I can be there in about thirty minutes. Would that be okay?" I asked knowing he would agree with me. I hung the phone up hearing him asking me what was my name? My name wasn't the issue yet at least. I truly wanted him to build me a hutch. I drove up right on time. Time meant a lot to me it was common courtesy foremost. I saw him standing in front of his shop he was proud confident, handsome and looked very friendly. Sexy was icing on the cake. I had seen pictures but first face to face was much more exciting for me. "William's my name and yours?" Stanley asked sincerely. "Angela." I said watching his face soften. "Angela from the envelope?" He asked clumsily "Yes, I did send you an envelope I guess you got it?" I asked knowing he had. His body was so masculine so well muscular. His handshake was firm not a dead fish to deal with. His eyes were riveting smile was sincere. "So what do you really want Angela?" He asked determined. "You William." I said firmly. 'That and a large hutch." He walked towards me took me by the elbow helping me into the shop I was wearing four inch heels. Once inside I was enthralled by the magnificent work that sat all around me. "Who are you Angela?" William asked solemnly. "I'm a woman that wants you. Not just for building I must admit." I smiled he was quite inquisitive more than any other was. I knew he would be he was a man with a desire for knowledge. Questions stirring in his soul. I found him interesting beyond normal men. Opinionated I loved men with the zest that made them reaches out for answers. Intelligence will get you far with me. "So do we have a deal William? I have dinner with you? You build me a hutch I get you?" I asked knowing he was going to agree. I reached into my bag and handed him a box it was exquisitely made. Intricately Made he broke into a smile it was the box he gave Shirley so many years before. "I will see you Friday William hope you enjoy hot Thai cuisine?" I turned disappeared without a trace. He was left with more questions than answers. First where on Friday was he going to find me? Where did I get that box he secretly gave to Shirley? Hot cuisine food was his all time favorite. And Angela herself she was beyond beautiful a body to absolutely worship. She wasn't offering that though. He could feel that deep inside of his guts. Building a hutch to what dimensions? William was boggled by all the questions he needed answers. His next four orders and a trip to the shop in town made the next three days fly by. Friday was upon him. Coming down the drive he found a wonderful odor coming from his kitchen. There hadn't been a woman in the kitchen for so long he walked Slowly inside I stood there cooking his favorite Thai cuisine. "I didn't expect this Angela." He sincerely spoke. "Well, I needed to serve you your favorite foods. Why don't you shower you have time." I said. William looked backwards as he walked back of the house. By the time he came out candles were lit. I was dressed in a floor length sari tied with fresh flowers around my hips. Flowers were scattered around the tabletop. The flowers floated in bowls of water. There were finger bowls, dishes kept covered, dimly lit room. Pillows of different shapes sitting around the table. The perfect liqueur that enhanced each courses. Spice-Rubbed chicken with Kumquat-Lemongrass dressing. Peruvian with its vibrant ceviches, crispy spiced rotisserie chickens, and packed with flavor empanadas. Honey-Thyme Ice cream with caramelized pears and caramel syrup. We ate and discussed politics books and life. Building his loves his passions I knew them all without this but he shared so easily. I studied his motions; I found his lowering of his voice when he wanted me to lean into him. I found his eyes enjoyed looking at my cleavage with lust filled eyes. His self-assured ways brought me pleasures. We were talking late into the night before I mentioned the predicament we faced. "William will you please come back to the USA with your furniture I would love for you to see where it will stand?" I asked without knowing the answer. "I'm not sure I can just fly off Angela. I have commitments when would it be?" He asked interested. "Friday." I answered "Angela I am..." He stalled. "Married?" I answered for him. "Well yes in a peculiar arrangement." He stumbled. I wrote a check handed it to him he looked at the amount saw he was getting the amount of twenty times the amount. If delivered on Friday. "Are you kidding me?" William asked impressed. "No William I never kid about six figures. I never kid about what man I want. One doesn't buy the other William." I will be leaving at noon tomorrow. "Will I see you? Hopefully so." I whispered. I left him with the check, the place was being cleaned he was standing there feeling intoxicated by what he felt. He left the house dark went into his bedroom and fell into a quick sleep. Moaning with desires, knowing the money was going to be the factor for his business. He was going for the whole Angela experience. He was hungry for a woman to touch him. Snuggle him, intimate touches knowing touches. His body was aching so badly. He had little contact unsatisfied to his manliness. He knew pleased he would be flying off his Island flying to what he wasn't sure. He knew Angela was going to make him ecstatic in being a man. I was alerted he was coming and made arrangements to be his every desire from lingerie to his desires. The hutch was beautiful sit in a place of honor filled with towels, soaps, bowls of bath salts, luxury robes many sexual toys well covered in beautiful alabaster jars. I adored the way it was center of the space. He would notice I had many pieces of his furniture amongst my other furniture. As he waited for the door to open he couldn't quit thinking of how I stroked his arm. How I pulled his hand into mine leaned into his lips so he could speak to me in my ears. How I so gracefully walked towards him allowing him to feel he was the only man alive. He was so ashamed of how hungry he was for a woman's touch. I was a sexual woman but I was more I was sensual. I knew the touches that ignited passions to full flames. His heart began to pump out quicker than his head could keep up. Then the door opened wide William's eyes looked upon a vision of femininity at will. I stood in a long sheer blue on green print off the shoulder robe. It was clear that what was under wasn't meant to cover me but to tantalize his senses. He smiled wide as I stepped back to allow him inside. "Well you are here and on time. Please come in I've been waiting for you I have your favorite drink waiting." I said self-assured. He walked towards the inner living room seeing the glass-serving tray with the wine flutes chilled perfectly. His eyes seemed to be in sensory overload but he stopped short when his eyes fell upon an old rocker chair. "What? I mean where? Is this for real?" His voice was cracking. He walked closer rubbing the finish it was the exact chair he had remembered so fondly. He should have remembered it was the chair he lost his virginity in. Shirley was on his mind her scent, the thrill the excitement. Turning to look me in my eyes said everything without uttering a sound. "Well of course William it's the chair. What did you think happened to it? I mean I assumed the action you placed upon it might have needed reinforced." I laughed "It's in mint condition though go on sit on it. See how you fit, see how it feels to you now." I continued smiling. 'It's what over a hundred years old isn't it?" William walked to it timidly sat down eyes closed and his mind took off her beautiful yellow cotton dressed. That hugged her hips and ass so tightly. I enjoyed the pleasure I was secretively watching. He was reliving that moment Again I could tell not for the first time either. Eyes opening he smiled looked at me with many questions hanging between us with nothing being spoken. Standing up he looked at the fireplace looked as though he was a deer in headlights. Two custom made hutches he had made many years before banked either side. Eagerly he looked the room over seeing tangible beauty every corner. His focus was upon the interior. I walked so close my presence caused him to shiver a little. To make sure he knew I was in for the long enjoyment of seduction at sensual speed. I leaned in whispered ever so softly. I allowed my lips brush his ear. "Shall I remove my robe William?" I turned so he could see my body in full sight. "I would love taking it off of you myself." William said seductively. He walked towards me the instant he touched me the lights dimmed and a beautiful bluish green hue feel upon us. His mind was being bombarded with sensations. As it fluttered to the floor falling down around our feet the strings of music 'As I watch you move across the room..' came out to sing us into a realm Of ethereal proportions we swayed we traveled... Tonight I need your sweet caress tonight I would need you to relieve my sadness. The music stopped but we didn't we had went past the touches of no return. I had still had my corset on which he traced ever so softly around my cups. His fingers playfully brushed upon my bare skin. My nipples stood erect they ached so hard they had become so hard I was almost in tears. Biting back tears William took my hands and we walked towards the center of the room. I felt his hard body it was overpowering mine. "Stand there please." William spoke with excitement. I did what he asked after all he was the one in control. He undressed I was enjoying the layers being peeled away. Noted he was very well endowed and very uncircumcised. I was standing there enjoying his strip tease; I was in that cradle of pain/pleasure. Catching my pain wanting his touches He moved back towards me caressing my hair. "I love long hair. Well, you know that I'm sure." He was teasing with his voice. We started walking towards the chair I could I knew what was coming now. He sat down left me room to sit upon his lap. His eyes sparkled he took both hands brought my face to his and kissed the air right out of my body. I had never been kissed with such intensity. Lips went numb mind went totally blank. I lost track of every involuntary reaction to my body. I want him to kiss me that way again. I leaned in for another he leaned towards my lips but licked my right nipple. "Ahhhhhhhhh Nnooooooooooo Willllllllliammmmmm" I shouted into his shoulder I knew I bit him but he didn't flinch. His tongue cradled my swollen nipple with such electricity undercurrents I felt the surges overwhelming. I was his he owned me I wanted nothing but to die in this chair being fucked by William. His technique was so insane in the assaulting then soothing combinations. My mind just happened to hear the music "Stuck on you" by Lionel Ritchie it was playing for us. His wanting to give and I wanting to respond in kind was making us both so empowered. Great sex was more than anything than an orgasm tapped at the end of fumbling. It was a fine tuned well orchestration of intimate touches and prior knowledge's of your partners' deepest desires. To serve them them reaped benefits for one self. "Angela you are a temptress I knew I thought I knew you sometime in my background. Then now tonight this moment. I couldn't have I wouldn't have let you go. This all this senses are tantalized. Sight is absolutely beyond anything I'm breathless nothing has been left out. The whole time he was tweaking my nipples causing me pain/pleasure. You have brought me so much pleasure. His tongue changed nipples I squirmed immediately. His instant realization for this made him toss his head back laugh deeply. "Hmmmm so it's left for you?" He whispered in my ear. I blushed refused to answer wanting him to suck it harder. Pressing it into his mouth making him take it in I started rocking hips in a circular motion. With a full circle he felt my pussy grinding down onto his pubic bone for clitoral friction. "Oh fuck go for it Angela use me. Just down right abuse me love." William shouted. We were in perfect sync we had made ourselves perfect fucking machine. His mouth and hands were exploring me. I was tossing his hair framing his face kissing his lips with passions ignited. As I finished every two circles I leaned back he would brush my clit I could feel the thunderous orgasm come tearing through me. "Come on go for it Angela. I can see your tummy bouncing. I can feel your pussy squeezing me with force. It's right there, I can see the needs in your eyes." William coached me. I felt it explode I felt myself take flight I had flown into sub space. Nothing was making sense to me I felt like a million particles yet so very intense my body was coming together. I was cumming I heard somebody screaming. Then I realized it was I. "AAHHHHHHHHh Williammmmmmm No! No! No! This isn't posssibllleeeee!" I whispered. William grabbed me pulled me to his bare chest. The wetness was running down both our legs. Saturating us both. "Come on let's do it again." William said enthusiastically. My hips started making circles each one focusing on the pressure his cock needed to cum by. His cock was being sucked, milked, squeezed, grabbed and his hips were being pushed up to accept more of my pussy. I eased off a little placing weight on my knees I slowly swallowed that cock. Pussy milking him inches by inch his resolve was fading. He felt the milking motion turning him into a man with cumming on his mind. "Angela what's happened?" William was alarmed. I laughed so hard he had to slap my bare leg it hurt him. "No fucking what's wrong?" William was more afraid. "We have gotten trapped William. My pussy has trapped you my pelvic floor has prolapsed upon your cock." I explained without emotion. "No I don't think that's a good thing Angela." William was off the chart in panic. "Good or bad it happened." I said not smiling. "Well fix it." William said sincerely. "The more you panic it will stay this way. We need to relax. Come here lets cover up with the chamois shawl. Now isn't this nice?" I asked trying to keep a relaxed voice for his sake. "MMmmm this is nice. Lay your head here on my chest let me snuggle to you. How long will this last?" William asked quietly. "Well its been recorded for hours. Mere minutes. Some longer times too." I avoided telling him the twenty-four hour record. By the way when we release your orgasm will knock your socks off my dearest one." I added that because he will never know an orgasm like the one he was going to deal with. I fell asleep to his touches. To his lips in my hair near my temple we had no idea how long we had laid there. When I felt the freight train shearing out of nowhere his body spasms his heels dug into my carpet. His cum splashed out like an awakened volcano. His body twisted jerked, he was in another realm. I held him tight helping him to ride it out. Screaming tossing making me feel so content. His mere touches of his cock upon my body made him shout. His cum filled me to over flowing I enjoyed this being full of cum from knowing what I did. "Oh fuck Angela. I am this is no no no no no no don't let me wake up." William spoke with such emotions, Our relationship kept going he became a great friend.