Pt. 45.5 - More Pussy Galore!

More Pussy Galore!

This is part 45.5 of my continuing story.

All my characters are well over the age of consent.

This is a work of fiction. Fiction means made up.

Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.

Enjoy!

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Ali Gets Naked

This story begins with how things got started with Ali, the interior designer that was introduced in the previous story, Pt. 45 - I Enjoy Pussy Galore!

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The weather that Saturday in November had gotten worse, the chilly rain was coming down in sheets. I looked out the window of my conference room to discover hardly anyone was on the road.

I headed downstairs to where the family law attorney had her office and found her wrapping up the initial meeting with Ali.

While I was curious about the outcome, I couldn't pry as I did not want to break any confidentiality norms. What the client says to their attorney is between them.

Their meeting was over, so I took Ali up to the top floor to my office. We made a stop on each floor for a quick tour so she could get a lay of the land. I was showing off. Ali was amused.

The more time I spent with her, the more intrigued I became. She was damn smart, funny, and oozed of incredible sex, even though she was not trying to. Or was she?

We sat in my conference room, and she shared with me she had filed for divorce and that her husband would be served papers in Las Vegas.

She laughed and said, "He messed up my weekend, I think it's only fair to mess him up!"

We both laughed and she asked me how my meeting went.

I replied that it went better than I expected and then I asked, "I have some ideas as to how to fix your weekend, if you're open to it."

She smiled and replied, "What do you have in mind?" Her eyes were sparkling. God, she was gorgeous!

I started with, "The meeting went well, four of the five doctors are selling, and the fifth is going to run into some severe turbulence in his surgery center next week. Have you done any work in surgery centers or medical offices? Those four facilities are going to need upgrades and new interiors so we can reopen properly in early January. New owner, fresh look. Is this something you can do?"

"Sure, when do you want to talk about the details and the deadlines?"

"Soon, as in the next few days. As I mentioned this morning, I also need someone to oversee the interior design and client build out improvements in this building. We're going to be leasing out a lot of space, plus I am relocating a couple of companies here, and I want an upscale look, but not elegant. Is this something you can manage?"

Surprised at all the work I was sending her way, Ali looked at me and asked, "Do you have a budget?"

I couldn't stop staring at her, she was unbelievably striking. How any man could cheat on her was beyond me. I got a semi just looking at her. If I weren't careful, if I didn't control my thoughts, I'd soon have a redwood tree in my pants.

I thought for a moment, then spoke, "I am thinking of hiring your firm on a retainer of $25,000 a month, for your services, and as for the tenant improvement costs, we'll figure out those budgets on a case-by-case basis."

"How long would the retainer last?"

"At least a year, and then of course, there will always be some refurbishing that is ongoing."

She smiled and said, "I can do that!" Ali reached out and touched my hand and an electric shock went through my body. Right to my stiffening cock.

I smiled back and followed that with, "And I know that the weather is bad, and going to get worse, but I also want to have you look at the new house I am building up off I-80. The roof is on, and the exterior walls are up, and I think the next to go in is the plumbing and electrical. I'm going up tomorrow morning. I think it might snow but I have a four-wheel drive truck and I don't think it will be difficult to get in or out."

Ali was all eyes and attentive. She responded with, "How about we talk about this over dinner tonight? I need to get home to my dog right now. Do you know Tuscany? Can you meet me there at 6?"

I smiled back and told her that would be great. If she had said "Meet me at Burger King" I would have been just as happy.

I tried to shake hands, but Ali wasn't buying. She gave me a hug, those large tits crushing into my chest, kissed me softly on the mouth and whispered, "You are the answer to my prayers."

She reached out and took my hand. We walked to the elevator, standing close to each other. Her fragrance was sublime. In the lobby, I helped her on with her raincoat, opened the umbrella for her, and she walked out of my lobby smiling, despite the driving rain and cold temperatures.

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I walked into the four-star restaurant a few minutes late. It was still raining, and the wind was blowing.

The place was quiet, the weather had kept many guests at home.

The host announced that my female guest had already arrived and took me to our booth, set way in the back of the restaurant where it was both private and semi-quiet.

Ali smiled up at me as I walked to the booth and I complimented her, saying, "You look great!"

She stuck her hand out for me to shake, I took her hand and bent over to kiss her on the cheek.

She turned her head and our lips connected for the second time.

She smelled great and those soft lips were heavenly.

Ali teased me with her tongue but there was no Frenching.

I liked everything about this woman.

Including the black dress with the scoop neck that nicely displayed the top half of her ample breasts.

She was a schemer, no doubt about it.

Ali was even more beautiful than when she left my office that afternoon. Filing for divorce will do that to a betrayed wife!

As I started to pull away, smiling, she whispered to me, "If you think I look great, imagine how I'm going to taste."

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The champagne was already chilling when I sat down and after our nice server, a young hot blonde, named Erin, poured our flutes, she disappeared, and Ali and I started talking.

She started, boldly, with "You wanted me since the second you laid eyes on me at the jewelry store," she purred at me. "Didn't you feel the connection between us Rick?"

Before I could reply she said, "You got hard just watching me, didn't you? Did you go home after I left your office and beat off, thinking about me?"

I must have blushed because my face burned a little red and I squirmed a bit in the booth seat like a little boy caught doing something he shouldn't and then I returned her recollection with "Guilty as charged."

Ali looked at me, leaned in a bit and whispered "I like having that effect on you Rick. I've been waiting since I first saw you to be alone with you."

I was flattered to hear these words from her, and I smiled.

Ali signaled for me to lean in and then she shared "I was surprised you couldn't smell me when we were together in your building. My panties were soaked from the moment we shook hands. Thank God I had on black slacks otherwise you would have seen how hot and wet you made me."

My chin must have dropped, and she laughed.

"Rick, if it had only been the two of us in your building, I would have fucked you silly on your conference room table."

She continued with "I've been thinking about what we would do together, in bed, since this morning."

"So, you've been planning this for more than a few hours?" I teased her back.

Under the table, all this sex talk had my cock so hard and long it was almost painful.

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We didn't really eat dinner; we enjoyed two bottles of fine champagne and a couple of appetizers.

I tipped our server three-hundred-dollar bills for her to keep things flowing but to allow us lots of privacy.

Erin took the host a hundred and told her not to seat anyone else in our section. She obliged.

Meanwhile, Ali had moved around the booth and was no longer sitting across the booth but perpendicular to me, her left hand on my right arm and our knees meeting under the table.

With each flute consumed Ali moved closer to me so by the end of the second bottle her left hand was on my right thigh, about halfway between my knee and my now throbbing man meat.

Ali knew exactly what she was doing, rubbing my leg, her nails teasing the inside of my thigh, her left breast poking my arm, allowing me to feel its fullness and the hard tip of her nipple even through my suit coat.

I was feeling surprisingly good too and took more than a few peaks at her cleavage all the while trying to maintain eye contact.

It was a challenge and Ali caught me peeking and whispered to me, "I like it when my titties get caressed, and my nipples get sucked. And I love titty fucks. Is that something you'd be good at doing?"

Looking at her straight in the eyes, I nodded. Her breasts were spectacular.

She wouldn't pass the pencil test, but they looked substantial. I could play with them all night.

There was a slight lull in the conversation when Ali said, "I wrote something I want you to read."

She took a folded note out of her purse and handed it to me.

"What's this?" I asked her.

She just smiled and said "Read it. Then we'll talk."

I smiled back and opened the paper.

Across the top was a handwritten heading that said, "My weekend with Rick".

Underneath was a list, all written in cursive by Ali:

Spend two nights, all night, with Rick nude in bed!

Sex whenever I want it and how I want it!

When Rick gets hard -- suck & fuck him 'till he comes!

Take Rick deep into my throat to please him!

Taste Rick's cum & swallow every drop!

Get facials from Rick!

Be spanked when I'm a bad girl!

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I took it all in and when I lifted my eyes Ali was smirking at me.

I looked back over the list and said in a faint voice "You've got a really dirty mind."

She giggled; the fine champagne was now at work.

I followed that with "Good girls do bad things to get spanked."

She giggled again and whispered to me "I've been too good for too long. I want to be bad with you Rick so you can spank me."

My eyes reviewed the list again, but I was interrupted by Ali.

"Are you up for a wild weekend with me Rick?" Ali wanted to know.

I smiled.

She continued with "I did some checking this afternoon and I hear you're a man who gets things done" and then she giggled.

"What's so funny?" I asked, a smile forming on my lips.

Ali whispered again "Seriously Rick, what do you think of my list? Can you make my dreams come true this weekend?"

It was a surprisingly good list.

And she trusted me.

"Did I leave anything out lover?" she teased me. She kissed me on the cheek as I went through the list, visualizing her naked ...

Then she ran her tongue around my right ear which created an electric shock that went straight to my already hard and pulsating cock.

I groaned loudly at the intense feeling and tension my manhood was dealing with.

All this, all her oral attention, was for a reason.

I turned my head and saw that tongue of hers dart out, this time touching the tip of her nose.

I groaned again at the thought of that pink muscle probing my starfish, tenderly cleaning my balls, and swirling around my now throbbing cock, paying extra exceptional care to the overly sensitive tip of my cock.

It also made me wonder what kind of carpet cleaner she'd be with that versatile and long tongue of hers.

I had a quick vision of Ali and Erin, our hot tight bodied server, 69ing on a big bed, each one getting the other ready for me to mount, pound and fertilize.

The quiet was broken when she loosened her semi-death grip on my arm and kissed my right ear again, then, with her lips close to my ear so that no one else would hear what she was saying, Ali whispered with a shaky voice "You're the only man I will have been with since my wedding night. My panties are already soaked just thinking about you fucking me. Nothing is off limits for you. Nothing."

She moved her left hand to underneath the table where with a seventh sense, Ali quickly found my turgid throbbing manhood after tossing my napkin to the carpet.

Her fingers ran up and down the shaft through my slacks and I leaned back and groaned at her touch.

"It's so big Rick ... My God it's huge Rick ... Holy Shit ... it will be so tight ... and feel so good when you put this inside me ... all night and day lover ..."

My cock was ready to burst at her fingernails teasing and stroking, her tongue sensuously circling my right ear, her left breast and hard nipple smashed into my right side.

My head back, my words unintelligible as she played with my clothed skin flute, I just knew I was going to blow my load into my shorts.

Ali must have sensed my imminent explosion because she ended her teasing and stroking by cupping the tent in my pants and leaned into my ear, whispering, "All your cum goes in or on me this weekend. Let's go back to your place and we'll get our weekend started."

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It was one of the best weekends I had with a woman. Make no mistake, Ali was a lady, but freed from the constraints of her collapsed marriage, she was all in on sex.

Ali followed me home from Tuscany and I had her park her Tesla in my empty garage stall. No need for nosy neighbors to know who was visiting me.

After some serious kissing in the living room, my hands roaming freely down her back to her ass, I took her hand and gave her a tour of the house. It was still pouring down rain, so we initially stood outside under the covered patio where I pointed out the pool, spa, and the pool house.

I had two master bedrooms, one on each floor. During the summer months I slept downstairs and during the winter I slept upstairs. Warm air rises and cool air sinks; I was just making use of physics.

Ali seemed impressed at the size and the decor, but I knew that she was interested in knowing how active my love life was. Was she going to be another notch on my belt? Was I too good to be true, a young guy, handsome, with significant financial standing that just happened to be free on a Saturday night to take her to dinner? What's up with that? What could be wrong with him; why doesn't he have a girlfriend?

I also picked up that she was a bit nervous. She'd been married for just over ten years and had only been with her husband all that time. Then, presto! she runs into me and less than twelve hours later she's starting a divorce and in the house of a guy who clearly wants to have sex with her. That's a lot to process and I had some barriers to bring down. I needed patience.

My little head wanted me to rip her clothes off and fuck her on the carpet!

Patience, I silently said to myself. Patience. Good things come to those who wait.

I knew that Ali wouldn't be here unless she was interested, extremely interested in getting some strange and I needed some way to separate her from her panties, be they wet or dry.

Our walk downstairs finished; we went upstairs, holding hands. I had three rooms on my second floor. First was the second master bedroom, which she seemed to like, it had an exceptionally large bed with an oversized bathroom attached. It had both a shower stall (with two shower heads and ample room for two to play) and a nice round tub that worked well for my lady friends and me to get squeaky clean.

The second room was my home office. It was spotless, no paperwork was visible as I locked everything up when my workday was finished.

The third room was supposed to be a second bedroom but since my parents never came to see me, I gave the bed away along with the other furniture and bought a second massage table. When my parents do visit, they can stay in the pool house.

Ali's eyes got big when she saw the massage table. "I didn't know you gave massages" she whispered to me, as her hands ran over the sheets.

"I've been doing them for almost a year," I answered. I continued with, "Do you enjoy them?"

"I do, but it's such a hassle to make an appointment, drive there, get all covered with sticky oil and then you have to put your clothes back on and drive home so you can get in the shower."

I nodded and she looked at me and I said, "I'll give you a massage, with oil, and you can take a bath or a shower when we're done."

Ali smiled at me and moved so that she was standing in front of me. She was so close her the tips of her breasts were touching my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through my shirt.

She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I returned her tongue with mine and she groaned as she pushed her chest into mine. Her breasts felt substantial. She whispered to me, "They're real, and they're spectacular."

My hands went down her back to her ass and I first rubbed, then squeezed both cheeks.

She pulled away, laughing. "My ass needs more of that kind of attention. Why don't you give me a few moments so I can undress and then you can give me a proper massage?"

Smiling back at Ali, I said sure and closed the door behind me. I went downstairs and locked up the house for the night. On a whim, I took a chilled bottle of expensive champagne, put it into an ice bucket and took two flutes upstairs into my bedroom.

I quickly got undressed and put on a pair of clean gym shorts and clean tee shirt, going commando.

I knocked on the door and heard Ali say, "Come in."

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She was lying face down, head in the cradle, naked. Her long brown hair was pulled to one side, leaving most of her neck exposed.

She had an amazing ass! Her back was toned, she was a fan of working out. She had runner's legs, perfect for wrapping around me as we fucked.

I dimmed the light and lit a candle to add some aroma to the room. I then walked up to the table and placing my palm on her ankle of her left leg, I ran it slowly, sensuously, up her calve, over the back of her knee, up her thigh and ended my journey on her left ass cheek.

I had felt some tension, tightening, as I started my hand up, and when I ended on her ass, I gently rubbed her it. She giggled, asking me, "Is this what a professional would do?" to which I bent down to her head and whispered, "Tonight I am going to worship your magnificent body. Every inch."

Ali gave me a nonverbal reply, she spread her thighs slightly, just enough so I would notice she was signaling her approval.

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I kissed her shoulder and rubbed her bare ass with both hands, making my intentions quite clear; she spread her thighs slightly in response. "That feels nice Rick" was her response.

With her legs spread just a bit I could see she had the lower part of her pussy trimmed very closely and I could see her lips.

Those pussy lips looked perfect for touching, rubbing, eating, and fucking.

I put my left hand in the middle of her back and ran my right hand up and down her cheeks, and said "Ali, what else needs my attention tonight?"

She moved her ass around and lifted her head out of the hole and said, "Can you please work on my neck, my back and my legs too?"

I rubbed my hands on her ass like she belonged to me and whispered, "I sure can."

I bent down and kissed her butt a few times and Ali laughed, "What are you doing?"

I leaned over to her head and whispered, "Like I said, I'm going to worship your body tonight."

In response she shook her ass a bit to acknowledge my goal and separated her thighs just a bit more.

She knew what was coming. I was going to get my hands on every inch of her body. First the back, then her front.

I started off by wiping her down with a warm, dry towel working from her neck down to her feet.