0 comments/ 23134 views/ 1 favorites Simply Miranda By: SensuallyYours Precisely on time, greeted by Monsieur Jordan, Miranda felt this was going to be an excellent fantasy. The bed was done in white over white. The magnolia's were floating in Waterford crystal. Made by the factory for Miss Miranda. The long stemmed crystal was another one of a kind. They were perfectly balanced in a man and a woman's hand. Elegance, indulgence, mystery was what the next few days would be all about. She knew her client better than he knew himself. All though he was an expert in Miranda. He would know her physically, emotionally and their fantasies were shared. Once they found one another their search was done. She remembered the night their hands touched casually. He was at the Baccarat table reaching for his drink Cristal. He was a big winner at the table. Miranda recalled the woman he was with, she kept kissing his ears. She would almost let herself flow into it. Then this brick wall exterior would throw a big cold barren of waves at her. Miranda knew her type she talked a great game. Sexual eroticism was implied dusk to dawn. Then they would meet it wasn't so sexy being with a man of great power. Miranda always knew their ego's needed more stroking. They wanted to be allowed to let go. Soar on clouds. Touch the edge of paradise. Many times. Yet, the power was never to be forgotten. Miranda allowed all of her clients the luxury of being worshipped. Unconditionally adored, between them if they could dream it they could do it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His hand was strong, elegant fingers, sensually molded between thumb and forefinger. Well manicured always commanding the best. He had a warm touch. She also knew he had never reaped the passions he paid top dollar for. Well, that changes tonight Doug Brooks. His face turned a split second before he placed his drink down. Their eyes piercing into one another's. Multitudes of emotions were being conveyed. Never speaking a word she let him know she was available. Walking away from him was the deal breaker. She had to show her ass was worth more than any other woman's in that place. She walked on her tip toes taking long sensual strides. Hips moved equally erotic. She had worn the perfect dress almost to short to be legal. Miranda pulled this all together. She was baiting his desires. In her little sheer and satin red dress, her nude legs. Any man would gladly be willing to give a year of life just to be able to touch her legs. Well, defined thighs beautifully evocative. Those shapely legs to their dainty ankles made few men weep. She felt her back and the dress cupping her ass was being taken in with great interest. It's when she stopped. Sideways stance casually glancing over her shoulder. She knew she had him hooked. She knew he expected to own her, after a little while she might let him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As she went up the glass elevator she couldn't get his eyes out of her mind. He had fire in his eyes, yet his face was a perfect mask. She gets in her room that night. Made a call to the necessary people to have sent a gorgeous box of Macanudo cigars to a Mr. Doug Brooks. It simply read 'Miranda'. She knew that she was moving into another realm of her passions. Tonight would be a night to learn about Mr. Brooks. This would be a new beginning for her too. How long ago was this she had felt this rush of adrenaline? This igniting spark at the mere mention of his name. She knew down to the second their hand touched. But this was the first big fantasy. They had conversed she made some trips out of town. They stay well connected tonight would be their first introduction of this complex relationship. "Jordan you have this place looking just like my fantasy." Miranda smiled into his dark eyes. "Miss Miranda you mean your clients fantasy. Over the periods you have spoken we have brought forth a lot of memories for tonight." Monsieur Jordan quietly smiled back in Miranda's eye. "Is everything prepared and timed to perfection for this evening? Candles, flowers, lighting? How about the food? The sensual oils if it gets to that tonight, Jordan?" Miranda said as she walked into the vaulted bedroom suite. "Everything is perfect, Miss Miranda." Monsieur Jordan hollered back. Miranda slipped into her haven. Silk, white silk and taffeta adorned these walls. The bed sat upon a broad pedestal over looking the starry night right off the balcony. The room looked ethereal in it's beauty. Vaulted ceilings ceiling to floor mirrors scattered. It was beautiful to the senses, sensual, erotic. Men just enjoyed being in this room Miranda was every ounce a woman of mystery. Doug had been given a day of spa, gambling, a day of constant sensual moments. Miranda kept tabs with his day. Massages, she was delighted that he didn't take the beautiful woman up on the full body massage. He sat at the table of high stakes poker and was winning. He was brought his Cristal his cigar all the gourmet foods he desired. Never needing to ask for a light, a drink, he was pampered to every inch his manliness. His poker players were almost jealous of how this was being done so efficiently they never knew it was his fantasy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Doug allowed himself to think of Miranda she was an endearing creature. She seemed to be able to sense his every need and mood. She was so beautiful that he felt a pang of desire come over him. Having tonight was something he was looking forward to. Their talks he realized after them he felt more relaxed more closer to her. She had a way of listening, understanding what he was saying. He could tell her anything he knew she would understand. His minds eye replayed that walk knowing it was for him only. Like a woman smashing a cigarette with each twist of that ankle. That ankle that so, so slender. The one that he would have over his shoulder and kiss, tonight? That extraordinary calf so firmly etched with the right curve. The delightful behind the knee indention. She smelled so wonderful a scent of her own. Her thighs were a marvel they were perfection in size, shape and touch. Doug wanted them wrapped around his waist, his back, his head. He wanted them to envelope him, smother him lay near him. He wanted to touch them, kiss, and then spread them for his and her enjoyment. Her ass was tight beautifully shaped round high and firm. He could only dream of what else she looked like. Tonight after this day would be an exciting, erotic evening. His inner voice moaned at the thought. Tonight he would be entering unknown territory with this goddess. His male member was semi hard, when he decided to get back to the game at hand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Miranda walked through the divine room into her inner sanctum. There she had her dressing area and bathing area. She looked into her closet the white trumpet beaded short dress was hanging perfectly. It was so short she ran her finger through the crystal beading. Feeling the wonderful satin and silk strategically placed material she knew Doug would be knocked out. Her diamond strap over the toe four inch heels were laid out on the table top. As she looked inside the lingerie drawers she found the perfect tiny little accessories. Miranda was feeling breathless with anticipation she loved this feeling it was such an aphrodisiac. It was the launching of a fantasy that could bring her to this heart pounding moment. She had everything planned to the slightest detail yet the night would have surprising twists. Walking to the banks of mirror she easily slipped out of her clothing. Comfortable with her nudity she walked around seeing to her dress for the evening. She might be wearing over two tonight she made sure all accessories were available to her finger tips. The mirrors showed a long lithe torso large breasts with larger than a mans mouth, nipples. Her nipples were reactive instantly, left nipple more so. Her time as a prima ballerina only made her waist and hips almost a spiritual event. She had such strength but yet soft curves. Taking her hands she explored her flat stomach turning to eye her high round ass. Her long sensuous arms finished with the most delicate hands. Fingertips were so long and feminine. Her neck was long and erotic, the nape was inviting. Turning on the rain forest shower she stepped in once she pulled her hair up. The rain forest shower was a fine mist filled with moisturizing water that would allow Doug's hand to feel the velvet of her skin. Steam came up to claim her closed in shower her body was being refreshed for tonight. Her hands were exploring her body. Placing her palms flat she moved across the soft skin letting out a little moan. Nipples became erect as she knew they would. Pulling on them and then releasing them on a rhythm caused her to bite her full lower lip. Oh tonight her body would be adored. Exchanging touches with Doug. She stepped where her legs parted slipping her fingers she felt the hard bud of her clit awakening. Seeing Doug's hand in her mind she knew he would be pulling on it tonight. She remembered his strong mouth and almost fainted thinking of his lips surrounding her now engorged clit. She smiled at his physique he was trim, tall as always. Beautiful full head of hair, eyes that spoke multitudes. Her hips started to sway from side to side as she thought of him using her body to get his pleasure tonight. Slow motion she swayed to the thoughts of him. The shower started closing down, steam was lowering itself. Once again she could see her body in the mirrors. She was so ready for tonight she knew Doug was prepared all day. Miranda thought to herself how would he be as a lover? She would play his body likes a fine orchestra. Every sense would be catered too. She was well versed on the current events if that is what he wanted. She could speak fluently seven languages. She knew the language of passion. The nuances, the touches, senses. They were engraved in her. She knew the wants, desires and the fantasy of Doug. Tonight is when they would all come out to play. Taking his lead she would make sure he lusted for nothing before the sunrise. Sitting in her make up chair she started dressing for the evening. Every eyelash was touched, lips were painted facial makeup applied lightly. Brushing her hair one hundred strokes made it shine for the beautiful way it curled around her mesmerizing face. Walking to her stockings she sat down lifting her right leg she placed her toe into the top. Pulling it evenly she brought it up to her groin almost. Allowing the elastic covered with ribbons and bows to lie flat. She did the second one the same way. Looking she saw herself standing there with face and hair all done and silk stockings kissing her legs. Her lightly trimmed pubic hair allowed for the beauty of what Doug would enjoy tonight. Looking at the grandfather clock she knew her time was at hand. Slipping her white short dress on she was all but ready. Tonight was going to be a feast of sensual overtones. Neither one knowing how the other would react. It would be an evening of action, reaction. Touch, to touches. Scents to oral passions. Miranda's mind wondered how he would taste. Smiling at herself she realized she couldn't wait. Yet, patience was the biggest virtue in fantasies. Tonight was filled with anticipations. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Doug waltzed into his suite. Seeing it for the first time he walked into a suite that looked like an old manor. Leather, stone, rough hewn wood paneling. The bedroom suite was masculine the view was breath taking, the terrace seemed to wind around the outside of the building. It was late. He walked into the dressing room there hung five suits from all the major men's designer. Suits, shirts and ties matching. Four inch cuffs. French cuffs of course, on the dresser were cuff link sets with exotic stones. Then he saw his tuxedo, the classic. Diamond cuff links hung from the starched cuffs. The shoes came from the top of every line of the men's top shoe maker's. He was awed by this touch. Undressing he looked at himself he had kept his shape. He was a busy businessman a deal maker. His passion was gambling with time spent with a beautiful woman. In that area he felt slighted lately. Then Miranda came into his life. Looking in his underwear drawer he saw custom made satin boxers it brought a large smile to his face. Jumping into the glassed in shower he had his favorite music piped in which he had never shared with another person his love of music. Another Miranda touch. What did she know about him. What intrigued him was how did she know? He took the bar of soap starting with his head and neck. He lathered his fine looking chiseled facial features. Crossing his broad finely hairy chest. Then lowering his hand cupping his semi soft cock. He managed to lather it with an extra layer of moisturizing soap. His mind went to Miranda's walking away from him. Soon his fine sensual thumb and fore finger had his growing cock inside the saddle part. He made a long determined stroke and his groin exploded into action. He was humping his hand, head thrown back lips parted he started pummeling his cock. He knew the feeling as it swept up his spine that his orgasm was going to shatter all around the shower. After he felt revitalized ready for the night with Miss Miranda. Slipping on the Armani he looked as he added each layer. Looking at the perfect fit, feeling the material. Slipping in the cuff's adjusting the boys. He felt superior to any other man. Slipping his eleven's into Italian made slip on's he was almost regal looking. The cool satin boxers were snug but oh so erotic. Looking in the mirror he combed his luxurious hair back. Only to see that his suit jacket once slipped on made him feel powerful. The day at the spa, poker afternoon which he was up fifty thousand. Tonight with Miranda the world was Doug Brook's, nothing was going to stop tonight. Soft music and dancing. Dining and oh so much fucking and exploring this lady. Yes tonight he would be the almighty powered driven lover. Just simply for Miranda. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Simply Miranda Ch. 03 Doug moved his hardened cock so in her delicate hand she felt it's life breathing. Miranda closed her hand around it with great determination. "Oh so you like to play?" She laughed heartily. She caused her clitoris to move in his fingers eye to eye contact wasn't broken. His smile told her he was enjoying their stale mate. He pinched it making her squirm. So staring into one another's eye. They went about masturbating the other one into a climax that both were lusting for. She evens raise her thigh wrapping her calf around his leg. He just kept playing with her, gathering speed. She was moving her fingers around his engorged cock. Both knew the orgasm was roaring through. Doug was bracing his body for the orgasm. Miranda was leaning harder against Doug. As the band played on, their breathing sped up. They were eye to eye knowing the pleasure was going to rip through them. Miranda broke the gaze first hiding her face in his shoulder. He felt his hand fill with wetness as his cock spewed his hot white lava, like cum all over her hand. He heard her moan, listening to her hit one level of moaning. She went limp he held her up. His mouth searched for her lips. They kissed one another deeply with reassurance of passions spent and passions yet to come. Miranda was first to make a move. She came to Doug's ear and licking the lobe and softly blowing into his ear she spoke. "Mm, Doug you were marvelous. Now that we know the orgasm can be so great. Let's get out of here I need to see to you." Miranda whispered in lust. "Take me where you like." Doug was a little shaky from having a full blown orgasm in a public dance floor. Miranda took his hand the one where her cum ran through his fingers. Her hand was sticky from his copious cum. She wanted him without interruptions. Just the two of them. His body was her's. His night was beginning he would be her prisoner of lust. They left walked a distance and got onto an elevator Doug was following. Luther VanDross was singing Forever and Always. The magic was building, Doug was smiling this wanton woman was showing him that he was the most wanted man. They stepped off the elevator and on the roof top was a helicopter awaiting their arrival. The pilot was ready as they got inside. Doug was fascinated by this. Miranda fixed their belts and the pilot without speaking took off. Doug was astonished as they flew over the lights of the city. Looking at the city at night by helicopter was something he was certain was special. He would remember this. Looking over at Miranda her face was smiling. This lady was amazing she reached for his thigh Doug watched her hand as she went towards the zipper his heart beat out of his chest. She moved swiftly getting between his legs finally his zipper was down he was exposed. She started licking at the base, Doug senses blew. Here and now this woman was taking him as the city lights seemed to sparkle all around him. He wanted to watch her, she kept eye contact as she ventured up the under side of the shaft. His mind was racing the sensuality was mind boggling. His every nerve just intensified with every lick, suck and kiss. He didn't think of the pilot, his mind was on her luscious full lips. Her tongue was so sophisticated in the way it played, then suddenly ingeniously would wrap around his organ. Miranda could execute the right pressure to cause him to slip towards the edge. She spared no motion on him. Smiling with his cock in her mouth she loved the taste of him. She wanted to rejuvenate him. That's when she winked at Doug smiled and swallowed him fully. Doug inched off the seat being swallowed so completely. He started biting his lips, he was losing it. As though it was planned as his hot white sticky cum shattered down Miranda's throat, the pilot dove the helicopter down. Doug's body went air borne he thought. This woman's hot mouth was sucking him dry and his senses were being tantalized. His surroundings were swirling, yet he felt safe Miranda was sucking on his hairy balls. His spine was useless he heard a sound when he realized he was screaming. He had never been taken like this. Miranda slipped up his body sitting on his lap. She gave him a full mouth kiss. He was so turned on he hungrily responded. With his hands shaking he pulled down her dress so he could see those breasts. His face was filled with adoration. Her breasts were beautifully large. Nipples more than a mouth full. Perky nipples. "Oh Miranda your breasts are so beautiful. Your beautiful. This whole day and evening has been erotic for me." Doug held Miranda's face in his hands. Power of lust, closing their eyes they can't deny the feelings of passions reverberate. Their powers were enmeshed as one. They had something burning inside it was glowing from their smiles. They were intensified with emotions. Right now they had the greatest power in shared by two they had lust with no holds barred. They stepped on the roof top and she snuggled into his side he wrapped his arm around her. She was bare breasted, his mouth was watering. Stepping around a older building she took him across a few hundred feet and there it was a lit pool. Her private pool, she was smiling as Doug shook his head in astonishment.. In the cabana there were suits for all sizes and daring. She was looking over at the billowy curtain, when she felt him scoop her onto the bed. Her legs raised and landed on his shoulders. "Now Miranda I have you where I can take you anyway I want you. You have me so hot. Your are beautiful as any woman ever living or dead. You are every man's fantasy. So now let me find out about you, Miranda? :" Doug whispered as he lowered his head to suckle her nipples. Miranda, arched her back and turned her face away and blushed. This wasn't lost upon Doug he absolutely loved a woman to blush when she was enjoying him. His breast play caused her to bite her lips, she wanted to give back. He had her pinned though. His mouth had it's way with her bringing her to near climax's. Only to bring her back to focus upon his lips burning their way down her body. His tongue controlled her every move and her moaning, or purring like a kitten. As he neared her navel she reached for his hair. Running her hair through the luxurious hair. Running it through and then cupping his chin with a gentle touch. Doug enjoyed this intimacy. The trail from her navel to her mound was perfect. Which made Miranda not able to run her hands through his hair. His tongue was certainly leaving a burning path. Miranda looked down and saw his top of his head moving down with every lick. "Oh yeses!" Miranda gave him encouragement. Doug licked the fullness of the outer lips with long strokes. Miranda bucked up digging her heels into his flesh of his back. His making full circles he did it a few more times before Miranda burst out in tears. He looked up watching her at his mercy. Enjoying this he allowed his tip of his tongue to delve into the inner lips. "Oh Doug I beg of you, please." Miranda's voice was so raspy. Doug licked and sucked the outer lips and inner lips alternating her screaming, her stillness. Then he slipped his finger back into the satiny, soft, wetness. Her hips started to move in rhythm. His finger went deep making her hump his hand. She had grabbed the covers in her clinched fist. His mouth and then his finger was throwing her over the edge. He brought his finger out, opening the hole a little more he inserted his tongue. She came on his tongue running down his chin. She was delicious. He was surprised how she came so easily. It made him determined to bring her back to orgasm. He played with her lips, hole, then nudged her free standing clitoris. She screamed out he was turned on so bad he wanted nothing to stop her from releasing her desires. When he curled his tongue around her clit he was gifted again with another orgasm. It was sweet, nectar he slurped it up. He wanted more he assaulted her pussy, clitoris and was rewarded with more of her sweetness. Doug thought this was the most erotic feeling bringing a woman to orgasm by his mouth. "Please, please fuck me Doug?" Miranda was near tears. "What? You wanna fuck baby?" Doug feigned innocence. "Yes!" Miranda answered. "So tell me how you want it?" Doug asked looking in Miranda's eye. She turned her face away, "I want it hard, please." She managed to say. "Sorry baby, I couldn't hear you. You turned your head. Tell me again?" Doug was enjoying this. "I want you to fuck me hard, Doug please?" Miranda looked him in his face. "Now that's all it took, So it's fucking you need." Doug said as he lifted his body up going towards her face. Doug plunged his organ inside with a slight hindrance she was tight. His spine seemed to register the tightness only a mere second to his brain. The fit was like a tight fitting glove one that made his cock feel squeezed. His hips moved and with each hump, her inside allowed him in and then would clutch his organ. Milking it, massaging his organ likes million tiny little vibrators. They finally fit he was riding the saddle, she was fluid in her response moving as one. His arms holding his weight off of her. His mouth finding her nipples playfully. They were in no hurry. They were in their world. Doug's hot cock was being manipulated by her pussy in the most delicious way. She was moaning as he pumped into her. "Doug let go." Miranda said softly "I'm building it up Miranda." Doug strained his voice. "No! Moan, let me know you are enjoying fucking. Just let go. It's the easiest thing and you know the sounds of pleasure. It's better than an orchestra hitting each part in a piece. The whole song from top to bottom played with emotions can enter your senses. Allow your senses to come into play." Miranda was trying to be helpful. Doug thought about it. He did let go as a young teen. He started holding back in college. Then marriage, kids, more recently grandchildren. He learned to keep his pleasures to himself. Oh he would let loose once in a great while with a call girl. He looked upon Miranda's angelic face remembering her unveiling of this evening. So he finally did realize sensuality was the senses in play. "Mm Miranda, you are so intuitive, perceptive, I do enjoy that about you." Doug said his voice weakened with raw sex. As the curtains billowed around them, hiding their copulation. Miranda, slipped her hand down his lower back and onto his ass cheeks. She loved their fullness until he was hilt into her then they clinched, tightening. She waited for them to become round and firm, slipping her finger wet from her own wetness. Doug went ballistic with the natural way she slid into him. His hips gathered speed showing she had found his weakness. "Doug let me hear your enjoyment?" She coaxed him. She heard a grunting in return. He was losing focus and becoming more tuned into the ending result. "Doug shout to me. How does it feel?" Miranda commanded. "Fine." Weakly Doug answered. Then Miranda inserted the second finger with gentleness. Doug lost his composure once and for all. "Awe fuck me .. Mirandaaaa .. I'm cumming ... You are so fucking great ... " Doug screamed while shivering from his inner core. "Oh Doug ... Nowwww ... Let's fall into this with both feet..." Miranda screamed with panting breathing. They had become entangled, arms, legs, parched throats. They achieved a perfect orgasm together. Miranda held onto Doug his body was involuntarily shaking on top of her. His screams were lessening yet he was letting her know with tears streaming down his face. "Miranda you give me such pleasure. Today, tonight I am speechless." Doug whispered laying his wet hair on her bare breasts. He slipped one in his mouth and sucked on it without noticing his action. Miranda was pleased with the day and the night. Tomorrow would be more sensational if he only knew what she knew. As he entered the cabana again through his mind he noted his drink Cristal and his cigar. Doug quit wondering how she did what she did? She was a magician, seductress, Lady with a capitol L. Classiest woman he knew. She simply went by Miranda. Doug found himself shaking for thoughts of her. Miranda always was here for him making him feel ten feet tall. Dragging on his cigar he felt like a new man. He laid back on the white on white pillows as she excused herself. He finished his cigar and his drink pouring himself another. What happened today was importance, of significance not without consequences. Miranda would never allow it to surface. "Are you in need of refreshments, Doug?" Miranda asked daintily. Doug looked she had a tray laden with exotic fruit. Figs, fresh pineapple, the strawberries were the one's that work tuxedo jackets. They had been injected with liqueur. The tray was noteworthy. Miranda was at the top of her game. Slipping into a gauzy white sheer gown, she was nude but slightly covered. Doug pulled her to him after she laid the fare down on the side table. Kissing her lips he felt the passion meeting his own. It was on idle what would ignite it the next time? He was pleased when she curled onto his bare chest. After a bit she reached for a napkin and fed him a strawberry. His expectations were over the top. Feeding the fruit to one another licking each other fingers they found themselves in foreplay. Miranda always knew the secret multifarious ness would keep her discriminating, above the ordinary pack. They laid there watching the last of the night time slip like a thief into the night. The last thing they remembered was the coolness of the night air bathing them as they slept. Nobody would find them there was only one way out there and it was through her locked penthouse.