Bimbo gasped as Arinze pulled his hot cock out of her body. He took her hand and helped to raise her up to her feet. She was a bit unsteady but soon found her balance. He lay himself down across the platform and looked up at her expectantly. He wanted her to mount him.
Bimbo knelt over him, face to face. This was the closest they had been yet and as intimate as they had been already, this felt the most personal. She easily slid down upon the skinny, well-endowed man to straddle his hard cock.
She put her hand on his chest and lifted her hips. His stiff cock slipped into position. His wrinkled foreskin swiped against her slick pussy lips. Arinze placed his hands on her hips. She took that as his command and she lowered her cunt around his cock. He sunk into the hilt.
It took her only moments to adjust herself, pushing herself forward onto his shaft so that her clit rubbed into the base as she rocked back and forth.
Arinze lifted his head up slightly to meet her hanging breasts that were swaying in his face. He took his hands to each side and slapped the flesh against his cheeks. He suffocated himself between them as he sandwiched his face in her bosom. He separated each one and sucked steadily on her nipples until she cried for mercy, then sucked more into his mouth.
Bimbo had never had so much attention paid to her breasts. The stimulation was causing her to become overly sensitive. Bimbo never came in this position on top. Now, the fervour of Arinze’s attention on her breasts with his hands and mouth, coupled with his thick, driving cock proved her previous bias wrong. As she rode him, her orgasms began to come. Her first was a black-out orgasm; white spots flashing against her eyelids, dizzying, loss of control, forgetting where she was…one of those.
Her next was a warm, smooth orgasm that built up within her and rolled out…very pleasant. The kind of orgasm you want when you are on vacation and feeling lazy.
The third was as a direct result of Arinze’s efforts. With his mouth firmly attached to her left nipple, he had grabbed her hips. As he thrust up into her, he was rubbing her clitoris against the base of his dick. His hammering cock head pounded directly on her g-spot. This was an unexpected orgasm, like a slap in the face. She laughed and got the shivers after this one. Her body shook and she felt a fresh warmth in her core. It was really good.
As Bimbo regained her composure from the orgasms, she felt Arinze slowly relax below her. Her pussy felt gooey and hot. It was then that she realized that Arinze had cum deep inside her and was resting beneath her, smiling. She bent over and kissed him. This was actually their first kiss. She gently kissed that sweet, but oh-so-twisted, man.
He lay there, receiving the kisses that giving them. It was clear he was spent. Bimbo pressed her full, wet lips against his thinner ones and savoured the faint hint of mint on his breath.
She pushed herself up, still feeling his gooey cum and slick cock inside her. He observed her with eyes half-lidded, satisfied. She used her arms to press her oily, cum-smeared breasts together for him, turning her shoulders slightly from side to side so her breasts would wobble for him.
Arinze smiled and watched them sway. They breathed there together for a moment, basking in their shared depravity.
Seemingly all at once, the thoughts of the rest of Bimbo’s life flooded her mind. She knew it was time to go. With a sigh, she rose off of her tailor and said goodbye.
Bimbo cleaned up in the humble restroom. It was a mess and clearly hadn’t been cleaned in god knows how long. Arinze was still breathing gently, laying naked on the platform. Bimbo thought he looked like he was going to take a nap. She happily gathered her dress and left.
*
As it turns out, the wedding was a success. Tania was married and happy. Everyone commented about how beautiful and relaxed Bimbo looked in her custom-tailored dress. Bimbo thanked them and enjoyed herself, dancing with her young nieces and nephews and having a blast. She managed to avoid any unwanted attention from lustful men, although she recognized the glances.
A week later, Tania returned from her honeymoon and stopped by one afternoon to thank her sister, giving her a bottle of wine she had brought back for her from her trip to Ghana. Bimbo had a bundle of clothes under her arm.
“Hey, girl! Where you off to?” Tania opened the car door for her.
“Just getting some dresses fitted at the tailor’s. See you for dinner!”
Tania was left standing at the side of the car as it drove away from the garage.
“How long does it take to get a dress fitted, anyway?”
The End
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