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Charles is one of my favorite libertines. Sometimes, when a meeting happens well ("there is feeling" as they say in the middle) and there are also affinities, we take pleasure in seeing each other again. Some libertines become even close friends.
Charles is one of the very first libertines we met via the site Netechangisme (now Wyylde). Objectively and there is nothing nasty in writing this, it is not a top model. But it was clear from his photos in profile a certain class, an assurance, a refinement, in short an undeniable charisma. Are women more indulgent or less superficial towards men?
In short, talking to him about instant messaging, Giacomo and I quickly perceived that we had to do to a real libertine, courteous and cultivated gentleman, which did not spoil anything.
Working in finance in London, he is sometimes passing through Paris. We met several times at those times, always in trio except once my man could not join us because of a job to finish. But since he has complete confidence in Charles, he proposes me to find him alone, it would be a pity to wait for his next return. It is this episode that I will tell ...
I had to find Charles in the restaurant, he wanted to take me to dinner before ... In short, he's a gentleman, should I call him back?
I was preparing as for a first appointment: shower, hair removal, makeup, varnish, perfume, fine lingerie, stockings, sexy little black dress but not too much, pumps, trench ... And I was ready, The habit.
Since he knows that women like to wait (or because they mathematically have more things to do to prepare than the men?), It was agreed that we find ourselves in the bar of his hotel.
I see him from behind, leaning on the bar, drinking a lemon perrier. Yes, to be successful, alcohol is not the best ally! I observe him as he approaches: his back is large and wide, he is muscular but fine, he stands straight. Still classy. He hears my heels and turns around just before I reach her height. A big contagious smile illuminates his face, we are delighted to meet again.
"Always beautiful Lou, it's a pleasure to see you again.
"Always charming Charles, the pleasure is shared." How are you ?
"Very well, but I'm dying of hunger and I think I'm going to need some strength. Come on, I'll take you to an excellent little restaurant.
- If you take me by the feelings then! I follow you ! "
The restaurant is a short walk from the hotel, which is not a detail when walking with heels. I appreciate the attention even if it is perhaps only the result of chance.
We tell each other our lives since the last time we saw each other. His work, his London life, his libertine encounters. Of all his sexual adventures, he explains to me that his best experiences are those where his partners clearly express their desires, their desires, their letting go.
Some of the women he met were very nice but did not want to play and it just did not bend. Impossible to do anything with them. While others, perhaps less beautiful, had eyes sparkling with malice, greedy of sexual adventures, had a mad effect that made him mad.
Was it manipulation? Has he put me in condition? Or did he tell me all this factually and naively? Whatever, the result will be the same ...
After enjoying our dinner, he settles the bill and we go back to his hotel. For me, a delicious dinner is a nice entry for preliminaries.
Scarcely had the door of his chamber closed, Charles attracted me and kissed me passionately. I close my eyes and I savor this languorous kiss. Its perfume intoxicates me. His hands slide under my trench and he takes it away. My hands also slip under his hood to get rid of it.
We resume our kiss by letting our hands run over our bodies. When her fingers sneak under my dress, they meet stockings held by a garter belt. He stops and retreats.
"You know it makes me crazy ..."
- I hope so…
- Can I take a picture and send it to Giacomo?
- Of course, but wait a bit before sending it, it does not work alone ... "
I lean against the wall and camber myself while he slightly raises my dress, just enough to discover my ass, my thong and my garter belt.
He puts down his phone and comes up against me. He gently rises my robe, I lift my arms so that it removes it completely. He discovers my lingerie, a body all in lace.
"You are beautiful…
- Thank you..."
I take my turn undressing him, but don't leave him any underwear. I'm flattered to see a nice erection, but he invites me to lie down on the bed and settles me comfortably among the pillows. We kiss passionately again as our hands travel over each other's skin.
Gently, he leaves my lips to kiss my neck, which turns me on even more... I sigh with pleasure.
Then his kisses move down to my breasts, which he sucks on as he goes, taking the temperature up another notch, then my stomach, my Mount of Venus, the inside of my thighs... I don't like my clit being attacked too directly and he knows that perfectly well. Little by little, he moves closer to my lips, which he kisses delicately. Feeling my pubis coming towards him, he presses his kisses a little harder and ends up licking my pussy hungrily.
I give myself over completely to his oral caresses. I remind myself that a woman who doesn't let herself go doesn't give him a hard-on, and that would be too bad. Paradoxical as it may seem, I force myself to relax and it works. I moan, undulate with pleasure, run my fingers through his hair and press down on his head to guide the rhythm. I feel my clit harden and harden under her licks, and my vagina gets wetter and wetter. It's time to move up a gear!
‘It's my turn to take care of you.’
I get down on all fours on the bed, he stands on his knees facing me.
‘What an arch!
- What an erection!’
While he was licking me, he hadn't lost any of his gorgeousness. Either he'd masturbated while licking me, or my arousal had kept him in shape... Or both my captain! Either way.
I put my hand around his penis and began to wank him gently. Looking him straight in the eye, I bring my mouth to his glans and gradually swallow. He can't hold back a moan of pleasure. I salivate a lot to make it slide easily. I suck him, alternating back and forth along his entire length, rolling my tongue around his glans, titillating the brake, poking the glans... Attentive to his pleasure, I make sure I'm always looking into his eyes and watching for the caresses that have the greatest effect on him.
He invites me to sit up and kisses me hungrily.
‘Take me...
- At your service princess.’
He lays me on my back again, gently but firmly spreading my thighs. I love this subtle blend of manliness. He slides a finger into my slit to make sure I'm aroused, grabs a condom and unrolls it on his cock. He licks my pussy again, briefly this time, then places his glans between my lips. I'm so lubricated and aroused that it slides effortlessly deep into my vagina.
‘You're still so tight...’
I amuse myself by contracting my perineum to tease him.
‘Naughty!’
He files me like a missionary for long, voluptuous minutes. I feel his breath on my neck, and in his beautiful, suave, deep voice, he tells me all the things he'd like to do to me, like hand me over to strangers so they can double-cross me... It gets me all worked up! I moan more and more, grabbing his buttocks and inviting him to penetrate me deeper and faster. Hmmmmm, what delicious sensations.
Then he gently, but still firmly, turns me onto my stomach and raises my rump. His hard cock engulfs the whole length of my little apricot... He in turn has fun inflating his glans when it hits the bottom of my vagina, which excites me even more and makes me feel so full...
‘What an arch... You turn me on...
- You too... It's good what you're doing to me... Again...
- Do you like it like that?
- Yes... Go ahead and fuck me... It's good...’
Ah, the pigs! As delicate as we can be in our language during foreplay, once we've warmed up we can become primitive again!
After a very torrid first part, we take a break. He draws me to him and I snuggle into his arms. He caresses me gently while we talk about what's just happened, what we liked or didn't like. It's a good thing we liked everything. It's good to say things to each other, so that we don't make the same mistakes or build on what's positive.
The words give way to more kisses, more caresses, wetter, more vigorous... He takes some small leather bracelets and a black headband out of his bag. He ties my hands and blindfolds me. I'm blind and at his mercy. All my other senses are heightened.
I hear him take other accessories out of his bag and I try to guess what they are. I can't, until my skin picks up the signals and transmits the information to my brain.
First a small feather duster, with which he grazes me from head to toe. Then a whip with soft leather straps, with which he pretends to give me light blows on my breasts, stomach, between my thighs... My body appreciates these gentle punishments and undulates with pleasure. I think it's even asking for more...
Then a wet sound: I can make out a bottle of gel. His fingers slip between my buttocks: he's lubricating my anus. Next, something hard and cold rests against my disc: I'm guessing an anal plug or rosebud. Delicately, he licks my pussy to relax me and allow him to insert his latest toy. It's always a bit tricky getting in, but then it's literally swallowed up by my anus. I'm filled from behind and judging by the way I feel, it must be a size L.
A lot of patience is needed to prepare this passage so that the woman finds pleasure in it. Unfortunately, many men don't know how to manage their arousal and their abruptness often makes this experience very painful.
Fortunately, Charles is experienced and prepared me well. I take great pleasure in feeling this sextoy in my bottom. He lifts me by the hips to slide a pillow under my buttocks and penetrates me again. Hmmmmmmm, I feel like I'm being filled from both sides, it's so exciting... His back and forth strokes press the plug through the walls of my vagina, I'm soaked with desire, I feel like a rutting female, like my whole body has been reduced to my pussy in heat... I follow his movements, my pelvis meets his pubic bone and I spread my thighs wider so that his sex can penetrate me more deeply.
Despite being at the height of my excitement, it was impossible for me to come, as with all the men I've ever met. And yet, throughout our evening, I could feel that he was putting a lot of heart and ardour into it, not to say a point of honour. After two hours of intense, torrid effort, he withdrew, exhausted. He didn't want to come either, reminding me that his pleasure came through mine.
What a gentleman!
We parted after a few tender cuddles. Of all his conquests, I remained a challenge for him, as I was one of the few he couldn't make come...
