As they danced, Bassey caressed her sensuous naked body, from her smooth back down the curves to her waist and out over the softness of her round butt. His chest hair pressed against her breasts. She was experiencing intense feelings of yielding. Even so, Dara tried to keep her hips away from his. She didn’t want to feel his penis.
As fate would have it, they shared this same goal.
He wasn’t ready to force his cock into her in this awkward position. Instead, his goal was to heat her honey pot to a boil, using her own AM system to drive out her FM objections to being taken in this very room within minutes.
Dara was alert enough to try and keep her knees and feet together. He was stronger, though, and gradually wedged his right foot between her delicately painted toes. He bent his right knee and, with great satisfaction, slid it deliciously up between her naked thighs.
Since getting her naked, Bassey had now parted her legs for the first time. He was in the process of gradually preparing her both physically and mentally for sex. She realized how close his leg now was to her damp pubic mound. In a vain effort to keep her pussy away from him, she spread her legs and raised up on her toes. By doing so, she was temporarily successful at keeping her honeypot from him. At the same time, however, she had attractively tightened up the muscles in her thighs and buttocks.
He caressed her now firm ass cheeks, kneading the bare flesh with his hands. He could have pressed forward and easily brushed her pussy with his leg if he had chosen to do so. Instead, he cupped her smooth, round cheeks and raised them gently but meaningfully toward him.
Dara realized instantly what he was doing. He was forcing her to be the aggressor, to move her most sacred area into him. She squirmed and physically resisted his pressure.
He loved her attempts to get away. But he had much better leverage. She could not escape his strong grip.
Without her approval, her bare bush wrapped itself deliciously around his leg even as she slid from side to side in an attempt to resist. Her eyes opened wide, and her grip around his neck tightened. How long could this song be? He allowed her to ease away, and again he impaled her pussy onto his leg.
The combination of the in and out movements he was directing and the side-to-side movements she was unknowingly contributing had the effect of heating her up very rapidly.
With the third collision between her pubic area and his leg, he realized his good fortune… she was very wet. Dara was mid-cycle. Regardless of what her mind wanted, Dara’s body was demonstrating that it wanted to be fucked. His cock stiffened at the thought that her receptive orifice was spreading its nectar on his leg, preparing itself for his entry.
He continued to force her honeypot into him. At first, she resisted with all her mind, but in a very short time, her FM was being drowned out by her AM. His upper leg was slippery from her enticing lubrication.
He no longer forced her crotch in and out. Instead, he was now sliding her up and down on the slippery saddle she had helped fashion. She felt so hot but didn’t recognize that the temperature in the room was contributing to her inner passion. She moaned without realizing it.
He increased the pressure with his leg, raising his leg so high that her weight was resting more on her pussy now than on her feet. She was a rag doll in his grasp, a sex toy for him to play with. She wantonly spread her legs to heighten her pleasure.
Soon her side-to-side movements were no longer to resist but were intended to stimulate the fire between her thighs. She began to grind her hips into him. He looked down at this voluptuous woman in heat and enjoyed the striking similarity between the innocent but sensuous movement of her hips and the same motions an exotic dancer would make if she was dancing in his lap and trying to arouse him.
Dara’s sexual dance was most certainly affecting Bassey. Blood was rapidly filling his penis. Unlike the exotic dancer, however, Dara was unknowingly preparing him for the pleasure of forcing his rigid cock deep within her when next she thrust her hips into him.
In response to her movements, he roughly pressed the length of his body into hers and matched her thrusts with some of his own. He bounced her up and down on his leg until she felt like a rider trotting the stallion below her. As Dara rode Bassey’s leg in an ironic metaphor of what was to come, her torso again coursed with AM current. Her stomach twitched in preorgasmic pleasure.
Bassey knew for certain now that he would have his way with her. She was his. He could take her however he pleased. His cock pulsed, knowing that his sensual victory dance would begin soon.
Dara had just about lost the ability to reason. Her sole interest was to stoke the fire between her legs.
Bassey danced her to the chair. His next task was to put this beautiful creature on her back so that he could climb on top of her and fuck her. As Dara approached her pinnacle, Bassey brought her down from the precipice.
“Dara,” he whispered to her. “We’ve been on our feet dancing for over four hours. We better sit down for a minute.” Dara’s legs were rubbery and weak, both from physical exertion and from her present state of passion. Bassey brushed the backs of her legs against the chair and gently pushed her down.
His next move required careful balance. He knew that with Dara’s change in position, her mind would become more alert. And he still had his boxers on. He needed to complete one more task before his cock, rather than his leg, could match thrusts with the centre of her womanhood. Still, his cock throbbed in anticipation, knowing that it would be forcing itself inside her within minutes.
As Dara’s butt hit the chair, Bassey slid to the left of the chair and gently laid Dara down. She looked for the back of the chair. The sofa chair was carefully designed so that the back was out of her reach. He completed laying her down so she was flat on her back, her breasts pointing skyward. Bassey was almost directly above her.
She instinctively clamped her knees together, but not before Bassey had inserted a finger deep into her vagina. He had wanted to approach this last bastion slowly but was forced to declare ownership of her sexual core when the opportunity presented itself.
Four hours ago, she had been simply his best friend’s wife. Now he had caressed every part of her sexy exterior and was beginning the serious assault on her inner being. Soon, this voluptuous creature would be wrapping her powerful legs around his engorged organ, urging him to fill her with his seed. With his free hand, he queued up the final disc, disc six.
The sensual voice of Bruno Mars filled the air.
Bassey was becoming less subtle now. He was already relishing his impending victory. Bolero was for his pleasure, not Dara’s. He had been less than truthful when he earlier told Dara that “When a Man Loves a Woman” was his favourite song. In fact, when Bassey made love to a woman, he wanted to hear Bruno Mars.
He looked down at Dara and surveyed her body. If she had styled her hair with corn rows, she could have doubled for Genevieve Nnaji. Surprisingly, this gorgeous woman still didn’t realize that within minutes, Bassey would be pummeling her so aggressively that she would be bouncing around on the chair.
Or that she would have her legs locked around his waist, matching his powerful thrusts with thrusts of her own.
Bassey hit Dara’s magic button with his thumb while his fingers continued to strum her
instrument. Dara parted her legs eagerly. He stirred her honeypot. She was simmering. He needed her at a near boil. As he stirred her nectar, he spoke to her.
“Dara…, Dara”. It took two tries to bring her out of her reverie. “You’re a wonderful, loving woman.
You’ve done everything I’ve asked of you tonight. I want to give you a final Christmas gift.” He continued to stroke her and play in the softness of her love nest. She gave him a questioning look.
“I’m going to tease you to orgasm.” Even in arousal, she smiled at this mention and looked away.
But her lovely hips arched to meet his fingers. Bassey didn’t even think about asking for her approval. He was simply telling her what was going to happen. In two minutes, she would be ready.
His underwear needed to be removed.
The playboy in Bassey sometimes made him arrogant. With his impending victory, this was one of those times. He decided to make shy Dara lower his boxers, the last obstacle between her fidelity to her husband and her animal desire for him, the last obstacle between his cock and her pussy. She was near orgasm for the second time. He slowed his stroke.
She begged for release.
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