Message-ID: <6939eli$9803151850@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: para999med@aol.com (Para999med) Subject: story-A Taste of Heaven f/mm dp.o.lactation. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19980314204001.PAA23304@ladder01.news.aol.com> Author Para999Med@aol.com 14/3/98. E-mail comments, hopefully constructive, welcome. My first posting. This story was written with love for {{{{{CanDbarz}}}}} and the {OMG Sistahs.} E-mail Para999med@aol.com A TASTE OF HEAVEN * * 1 * * Lost, deep in thought, he considered his options: he had to clinch this deal. Not just for the Company but for him as well. This was the once in a lifetime deal, the chance, in one strategic coup to dominate the African market and wipe out their competitors. Slowly, as he ran over his last minute mental preparations again, his subconscious began to intrude into his train of thought, recognizing a familiar, favorite, fantastic sound, one he adored. The pistol shot , click-clack echo of metal-tipped stiletto heels ricocheted off the marble floor and walls, each report metaphorically slapping him, rousing him from deep contemplation to curious anticipation. Despite his fevered state of extreme nervous tension he found himself turning, inexorably to look, unable to resist as the sound became louder moving from the foyer towards the reception area. He turned, he looked, his eyes blindly following his ears, wanting to see who was responsible for this unwanted, erotic distraction. For the first time in his life it happened, his jaw dropped, his mouth wide open in pure unadulterated astonishment, awe and wonder. His personal angel had just - noisily - flown in from heaven and he instantly felt his cock harden, constricted painfully in his pants like a trumpet trying to break free to announce the angelic arrival with a seraphic fanfare. He was struck dumb. His personal genie had granted his ultimate wish, there she was, the mental-blueprint of all he desired stood there at the reception desk, real flesh and blood, and what flesh. He reeled, intoxicated, drinking in her astonishing form and her supremely sexy packaging. His eyes moved over her, trying to capture her in one image to be etched forever, indelibly in his brain. Her vivid pink stiletto court heels, wickedly high, forced her body up into a deliciously provocative forward position, arching her black hose covered calves forwards. Her pink skirt, incredibly tight, was just long enough to pose the tantalizing question ; stockings or pantyhose? Though even from this distance the tightness of the skirt showed, or so he thought, the tell-tale bumps and ridges of a garter-belt. She had an incredibly pert and inviting ass It stood proud, almost perpendicular to her shapely legs, reminding him almost of a mediaeval buttress inviting all who saw it to lay siege, aiming to possess it. The shapeliness of her hips contrasted with her slender waist, constricted into almost cartoon proportions by a wide black , shiny patent leather belt. His eyes roving ever upwards he felt his cock violently twitch and convulse as he tried to fully fathom her awesome breasts which seemed to have been welded into a low-cut lycra top. They stood out and up, proudly on display, her deep cleavage forming an inviting valley, cantilevered forwards by a miracle of brassiere design. He didn't register for a few moments that the receptionist was pointing him out to his personal angel, her finger indicating his presence and nodding in his direction. It was her face, he had painted her a thousand times in his dreams, he had kissed her a million times in his every waking fantasy, it was her, somehow, through some unknown , unimaginable miracle, she had come for him. Her long dark hair was combed up and over her right shoulder hanging down on one side almost to her waist, breaking her otherwise perfect symmetry, showing her left ear and an expensive diamond dangling from it. Her skin, flawless and deeply tanned, glowed vibrantly with health, her eyes, dark and languid, framed by lush, long thick lashes flashed with an honest { :) } intensity, sparkling with fire. Her roman nose gave her an exotic, slightly Mediterranean aspect, and full lips, perfectly pink, lusciously glossed to a mirror shine adjusted slightly into a welcoming, tantalizing smile, coy yet knowing. An angel, a vision, truly Heaven sent. His heart was beating wildly, like in a Tom & Jerry cartoon, a big red heart almost bursting out of his chest as she delicately and carefully moved towards him, her breasts slowly swaying, inviting him to enter into her private portals. "Hello!" she said, "I've been told to call you PM by your receptionist. Is that okay?" Her voice had a deep, sophisticated intensity to it. "Er...yes,...fine..." he inwardly cursed his inarticulateness, why get tongue-tied now of all times? "Sorry, you are?" "Oh yes, sorry, I should have said" she smiled ever wider and brighter, "I'm the translator for your meeting, Audrey's sick so they sent me. I'm Renata Pleased to meet you PM." She held out her hand and he noticed her beautifully long varnished nails, shiny pink to match her shining lips and he clasped her hand in his, a tentative shake, a fleeting first contact, the coolness of her skin a devastating contrast to the heat he felt from her. "Where on earth did you learn to speak Yoruba?" he asked, unable to reconcile her appearance with this rare ability. "Oh I've got quite a few hidden talents!" she laughed, a tinkling, beautiful chuckle. "Well, Renata, the Prince is waiting, and I'm not sure he's used to that so if you'll come with me I'd better get things underway!" He tried desperately to refocus on the meeting to come, to concentrate on the deal ahead, but his eyes wouldn't obey him. He felt that his cock was going to explode as she led the way down the corridor to the conference room, her legs divided exactly into perfect, glossy halves by the ram-rod straight seams on her silken clad legs. And he realised that he had unconsciously been stroking his cock through his trousers as he followed her. 'Christ. What is happening to me?' he thought. * * 2 * * He had made it. The deal was done ready to be signed, exclusive distribution rights throughout South-West Africa and then.... He'd done it. This despite the unbelievable distraction of Renata sitting next to him, the sultry sound of her silken legs swishing together as she crossed them whilst fluently switching from English to the Prince's dialect. "Can I offer you anything to drink, your Highness whilst we wait for the documents to be prepared for signing?" Renata instantaneously converted this into the unintelligible - to him - series of singsong, guttural clicks and grunts that were more mysterious to him than any music. He watched her as she worked and noticed a sudden, perplexed frown cloud her normally serene and beautiful features. "Er.....I don't quite know how to tell you this PM, Jesus, ........er, ....I don't know what to do?" her voiced quavered and she bit her lip in tension and worry. "What? he hasn't changed his mind?" panic rising in his voice. "No, no, the deal's fine..... and coffee would be fine too...........it's a rather more delicate problem than that......God, I don't know how to tell you this......" "What, what is it. What's the problem?" "Ummm, well............you ready for this?" "Sure, what is it for Heaven's sake?" "The prince says that it is traditional in his country to celebrate the striking of a bargain between friends by sharing the most valuable possession of the host with the guest." "What? Well he's got it..what does he want? A ride in the Ferrari?" "Er...no, I wish it was that kind of ride. It's a little more personal than that." "What is it? Just tell me for God's sake!" "It's me." He looked at her, confusion apparent over his face. "I don't get it, what do you mean?" "He kind of fancy's me I guess. He figures that I'm your property and he want's a piece." PM's jaw dropped for the second time that day, it was becoming a habit. "You mean what I think you mean? He wants to take you out and, ...er, ...well,.....you know, ...er party a little?" his voice fell, his Angel was evaporating in front of him as was his deal. "Not take me out, no. He wants me here, now, and he stressed the sharing. He wants the two of you to fuck me." PM sat bolt upright, the word 'fuck' sounding incongruous from the mouth of his Heaven sent cherub. "Look PM, I kind of need a time out here. I'll get the papers ready and some coffee, I need to think what's the best way out of this for all of us. I know their culture well and I'm sure there's some alternative way, just give me a few moments okay?" He nodded dumbly at her, suddenly feeling very alone as she got up and left leaving him grinning inanely at the Prince who just stared at him, massively impassive, silent as stone. * * 3 * * It was the longest ten minutes of his life. Nodding insanely at the Prince, who nodded regally back. Desperately trying to think of a way out of this nightmare. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, why can't life be simple?' he thought. His ruminations were interrupted as Renata came back into the room carrying a file tucked under one arm and a tray with coffee and cups laid out in her hands.. "It's okay, PM, I've got the papers and I think I know a way out of this that you'll find most satisfying." The way she accented 'satisfying' puzzled him momentarily but he just sighed in relief and nodded as she asked him if he wanted a cup. She asked the Prince something in that weird language, presumably whether he too wanted coffee as he merely smiled and nodded his assent. PM watched as she gracefully poured two cups of strong black coffee out and set the cups in front of the two of them. "Would you like white coffee?" she asked him. "Please, Renata, but you forgot the milk, there's none on the tray." "No, I didn't forget." she insisted, smiling in an odd way at him, her eyes glued to his. This time his jaw nearly hit the table. He sat, totally unable to move, paralyzed with astonishment as he watched her suddenly reach into her tight, tight top and after struggling for a moment produced two, slightly damp round pads from her blouse. She threw them over her shoulder, still looking at him all the time and with a supreme effort she arched her back right up whilst taking a huge intake of air. One tiny tug on her top and suddenly her breasts were exposed, unfettered, swinging freely in front of them. "Plenty of milk here" she purred whilst lifting her right breast free of it's half-cup bra confinement and raising the nipple to her mouth. She squeezed her breast forwards with both hands in a pumping motion, a little like milking a cow's udder and she giggled deliciously as a drop of dewy, white moisture collected on her teat. A shiver of electricity shot down PM's spine as he watched, still totally dumbstruck as her tongue snaked out from between her pouting, pink lips and licked the drop of milk up. He was jolted out of his trance like state by a sharp clap of the hands from the Prince who gestured to Renata and then to the cup in front of him. She moved slowly and sensuously around the table towards the Prince. Leaning over the table she again started to pump her breast, holding the nipple dangerously close to the steaming hot coffee. She could feel the heat rising from the cup into her nipple and through her whole tit, making her tingle. Suddenly a spray of virginal white milk erupted from her engorged nipple, exploding into the dark coffee like a brilliant firework on a pitch black night, swirling into a spiraling trail as it mixed darkness with light. Through all this, her eyes had never left his. The Prince jabbered something to her and she adjusted her position, opening her legs wide apart whilst still pumping her cream into his cup. Instinctively, almost unaware, PM reached down under the desk and unzipped his pants, freeing his incredibly painful, swollen erection from its constricted prison and began to slowly pump his prick, working in unison with the rhythmic pumping of her hands on her breast. The Prince casually lifted her skirt right up, peeling it up over her stocking tops and revealing her glorious ass cheeks leaving her laid open and vulnerable. He gestured to PM to come and inspect his 'property' using both of his big, powerful hands to pull the globes of her ass cheeks wide apart. PM stood up, he felt as though in a trance, unable to refuse the invitation, totally oblivious to the surroundings, to his cock standing bolt upright, leaking pre-cum from his swollen helmet. He sank to his knees as though in worship at the temple that was renata's ass. Her tight puckered anus was slightly open, almost winking at him as the Prince massaged her cheeks, pulling them ever wider. If she had been wearing panties they had been discarded when she had disappeared to make the coffee and her pussy was right in front of him. He could smell, and almost tangibly taste the overpowering scent of her cunt which was leaking shiny, waxen drops of moisture over her smooth shaven lips. He had never wanted to taste anything as much in his entire life. He knelt and began to pray, his tongue starting to lap the nectar leaking down her inner thighs and working his way inwards towards her lips. He kissed, stroked, licked , forcing his tongue out and in between her lips making her pussy start to spread wider, his nose wedged between her ass cheeks, his tongue gently worming its way in deeper, starting to tongue-fuck her, feeling her wetness all over his face. He again started to lick, almost painfully stretching his neck so that his tongue could reach her engorged clit and slip and slide round and up till his tongue rested against her asshole till beginning its journey once more. She started to respond to the movement of his tongue and lips, grinding her pussy hard into his face, forcing him to lick harder and faster, to swallow the cunt-juice that was now pouring out of her pussy. The prince observed all this in an almost detached way as though watching them perform for his amusement but he suddenly moved his right hand forwards to Renata's mouth and offered her his fingers to lick and suck. Her pink lips started to open and she began to lubricate his fingers with her saliva, licking and sucking each finger in turn from finger tip to knuckle rolling her tongue around each proffered digit. The prince imperiously pulled his hand free from Renata's mouth and swiftly moved it back to her ass smearing her saliva around the tight, constricted opening to her anus. Fraction of an inch by fraction he gently probed his index finger into her tight asshole, gradually forcing his finger into her hole, finger fucking her ass as she rocked in and out responding to PM's face fucking. Renata started to moan, a low throaty moan coming from deep inside her as she started to feel her orgasm build. PM started to bite and flick his tongue harder against her clit and she started to go over the edge as wave after wave of pressure built up inside of her. She bit her lip but couldn't suppress the scream as it hit her, her legs wobbling and shaking precariously in her heels as the tumultuous force of her first orgasm overwhelmed her, causing her to drop forwards, her breast and nipple actually dropping into the hot coffee, ballooning almost obscenely over the edge of the cup; it wasn't hot enough to burn but the heat in her nipple only increased the pleasure she was feeling. As her orgasm slowly subsided, reducing her to a quivering, super-sensitized wreck the Prince removed his finger and pulled his ceremonial robes up above his waist revealing his huge, purple turreted, ebony shaft. Moving back his chair slightly he pulled Renata away from PM's face and uttered a few unknown words to her. She responded to his words and swung one leg over him using PM’s head to steady herself straddling him, her swollen, glistening pussy poised over the head of his cock. Taking hold of her tiny waist the Prince slowly pulled her down so that his cock was rubbing up and down her fleshy lips, the ebony shaft an exotic contrast to the pale fragility of her pink lips. She wailed uncontrollably as his cock found the entrance to her tunnel and she sank her pussy over his thick cock. She stared wildly at PM as she started to ride the Prince’s cock, bucking up and down, loving the sensation when her clit shot down his slick shaft and was tickled unmercifully by his tight wiry pubic hair on each downward thrust. "Kiss me!" she huskily whispered to PM who stood up and bent his head to meet her open mouth. Their tongues met, tentatively at first, then with increasing ferocity as they began to savor and devour each others lips and tongues, swirling and exchanging the wetness in their mouths, Renata tasting her own sweet juices on his face, lips and tongue. "Give me your cock! I need to taste it" she implored, and PM pulled back, not quite understanding anything other than the fact that he wanted this woman more than anyone in his whole life, his Angel was there, really here, wanted him, and that his cock was harder than he had ever known. As the Prince lifted her up and down on his pulsing cock as though she were a toy, PM held his cock and stood by her side longing to feel her hot, wet mouth around his shaft. She slowly reached out her hands and very gently began to scrape and flick her long sharp nails up and down his shaft, teasing him, driving him wild as she tickled the junction between glans and shaft, hurting but also incredibly arousing him. Her glossy lips came ever closer to his cock and she opened them slightly and started to blow hot air onto his glans, driving him wilder still. "Do you want me to suck you?" she whispered. "Do you want to fuck my face?" He couldn't speak, only moan, nod his assent. and finally he felt her molten hot tongue flick out and start to tantalize his cock. with feather-lite strokes and licks. "Oh God!" he moaned as she slowly encircled his cock with her pink lips and started to slide his rod into her wet mouth. The sensation was unbelievable as she started to swallow him, her tongue ridged under his shaft as she gently eased her way down deeper and deeper, her breathing become louder as she snorted through her nostrils, engulfing him, pulling him into her. He had never been blown like this, he couldn't believe how good it felt and was amazed by the ease in which she took his entire length right into her mouth and throat until his cum-laden balls were squashed against her chin. Her nails and fingers started to tease and milk his balls as she started to move faster up and down his cock, taking him right in and then out so that his cock-head nearly popped out but her incredible powers of suction just managed to keep him where he wanted to be. He had to come, he wanted to fuck her face, feel his balls slapping against her chin, feel her throat milking his cock dry of every last drop of sperm. He started to thrust forwards, faster and faster, using her mouth like a cunt, his hands around her head pulling her on and off his cock, timing his thrusts with the Prince's still fucking her wet, wet pussy. He was almost there one more stroke and...suddenly her mouth was gone and she sat riding her Prince's cock, eyes shut as she felt another tidal wave of pleasure engulf her every fibre, every cell in her body pulsating in harmony with the orgasm rippling through her. As her shaking subsided, almost like an epileptic coming out of a fit, she laughed and said, "Well, we've had the coffee, how about something to eat....maybe a sandwich? She unstraddled the Prince and looked PM in the eye, one brow raised in a quizzical manner. "Do you want the front or the backdoor honey? I think our friend here's too big for my tight little arse! Do you wanna fuck my ass?" He knew she knew the answer and watched as she told the Prince to lay on the floor and lusted after her incredible body as she knelt over his thighs and eased herself onto his black cock once more. He quickly threw his pants off and knelt down behind her, kissing and lubricating her asshole with his tongue, forcing it up into her crapper as she started to ride the cock in her slick pussy once more. "Oh God, yes! fuck my ass with your tongue" she cried, whimpering with pleasure as he tasted this forbidden pleasure. "Oh yeah, suck my tits honey!" she whispered squashing her huge breasts into the Prince's upraised face, milk still leaking from her distended nipples. PM spat on his hand and ran it up his shaft for a final touch of lubrication and slowly, very slowly maneuvered his throbbing cock until it rested against her bucking ass. "Yeah, do it baby, stick it to me, fuck me, fuck my ass good." she wailed as he gently eased his cock-head into the tight brown opening. His legs straddled wide over her and the Prince, he held onto her shoulders as he eased his cock in further, with each upward stroke of her pussy on the Prince's cock, he felt his cock slide a little deeper in, the resistance lessening with each movement. Suddenly he was in, he felt his cock penetrate and seemingly get sucked right into and up her ass. He paused for a moment, regaining his balance and feeling the rhythm of the Prince beneath him before beginning to thrust in as she came up off the cock in her pussy and out as she impaled herself once more on his rigid black rod. He had never felt anything like this in his life it was an incredible union of bodies working together. The tightness of her arse causing an unbelievably good friction up and down his cock and the added sensation of the other cock, almost like a vibrator buzzing against him as he fucked her with increasing ferocity. Renata dissolved into uncontrollable sobs of pleasure as she felt the two cocks working her, playing her like an instrument, making her feel completely plugged and fulfilled. She didn’t want it to stop, she wanted this always, it was what she was for, she was born to be fucked like this. The weight of PM's body on top of her forced her down hard onto the Prince's cock causing her clit to rub really hard against his groin, giving her the most incredible mini-orgasms with each stroke. As the two men worked her like a team she felt a terrifying intensity building inside her, she knew this was it, she knew she was going to come like never before. Even the Prince started to lose his silent demeanour and started to gasp as she rode them both into near oblivion. Then it hit. A lightening strike shot through her body making her go rigid, unbending despite the continued thrusts of her two lovers. The feeling spread from her pussy and ass through her whole body, her fingers tingled, her toes trembled and her brain just melted to jelly as she came, juice spurting onto the cock in her pussy and contractions clamping them both tight in their chosen holes as she surrendered to the ultimate orgasm with a scream that she thought was never to end. PM felt her ass clamping him tight like a vice and this added pressure took him over the edge. The Prince too felt her shaking and could barely hold back. PM tensed and felt his cum pass that point where you know it's happening and gratefully surrendered his body to the orgasm coming. With a howl he felt his scalding cum erupt from his cock deep inside her ass, each thrust and spurt making her ass feel wetter, and juicier. He came, like never before, the orgasm in his head, a vision of his angel beneath him, feeling the cum being milked from his balls as she had milked her own breasts for them. The Prince suddenly howled and with incredible strength lifted Renata off his cock and slid forwards until his cock rested against her huge tits. Grasping them he forced them together into a milky tunnel around his cock and began to fuck her tits furiously as she lowered her head to lick his cock head on each upward stroke. With an almighty scream he started to cum. Strings of sperm shooting into her open mouth, over her lips and face, and falling back onto her swollen breasts mingling with her own milk still leaking from her nipples in a perfect symbol of unity, his cream and hers. * * 4 * * Renata sat back in the Limo with a satisfied smile on her face. "When do you think he'll notice that he's just signed a contract for ten billion dollars and not for one?" she asked with a giggle. "He's just had a taste of heaven my dear, I don't think he'll notice for a while yet!" "Isn't it great to be able to understand what we're saying to each other! I can't believe he bought that Yoruba bullshit" she said, looking up into the eyes of her Prince. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |