The Museum Piece

"Relax," he whispered as he continued to stimulate her. He felt her muscles gently spasm so he pressed firmly against her and she opened. He inserted his finger into her to the first knuckle and she flinched. After a brief pause, he went to the second knuckle and then began slowly sliding in and out. She moaned and dropped her chest to the mattress. He applied some lube to the dildo and told her was going to replace his finger with it. "If it's not comfortable or you don't like it just tell me and I'll stop. Remember, this was your idea, you won't disappoint me if you don't like this."

He withdrew his finger and slid the dildo into her, prying her open further, and she moaned softly. He slowly worked it in and out, adding a bit more lube.

"Give me your cock, put it in me," she moaned.

Blake removed the dildo and applied lube to his rigid cock. He enjoyed taking a woman this way, particularly when they were a virgin. His cock glistened as he placed the head against her.

"Press back against me, that way you're in control," he told her, and he watched as she slowly impaled herself, giving him her anal virginity. She groaned as he split her open farther than she'd ever been before. She paused and pulled back a few times but eventually took his full length, allowing him to invade her. She let out a deep moan and he grabbed her hips and pressed into her, he was balls deep in his sweet Marissa's ass, a place no man had been before.

Marissa had never felt so full, kneeling there impaled on Blake. It was a feeling unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, not unpleasant, but naughty and thrilling, like going a little fast on the highway or going in through the out door. She mentally chuckled at that last thought.

Blake began slow, deep thrusts. She made little unintelligible sounds as he increased the pace. He dribbled some additional lube into her crack and allowed it to run down and flow around their joining as he continued to take her. She was lost in the experience, her eyes closed, her mouth in the shape of an 'O' as she relaxed and gave herself to him. He reached down to rub her clit, and soon she was cumming. Blake felt her sphincter throbbing around him, but unlike her last orgasm, she barely made a sound. After her orgasm subsided he pulled out of her and stroked his cock, shooting a couple of ropes of cum across her round cheeks.

He laid down beside her.

"What do you think?"

"It was nice, thank you for indulging me. I don't know if I would do it again unless it was with a lover like you. You were so gentle, and that's exactly what I needed . . . this time."

They cleaned up and Blake got dressed to leave. Saying farewell for now in her doorway he grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her into his lips, kissing her passionately.

"I could make a habit of you, Marissa."

"They say that it takes twenty-one days to form a habit, I'm afraid we don't have that long."

"Does lying in bed, thinking about you as I stroke my cock count? Because I'll be doing that every night, and twice on Sundays."

"Maybe," she grinned, "I'm going to have to upgrade my little pink friend for sure, and I'll be thinking about you too."

In the cab, on his way back to the hotel he couldn't stop thinking about her. What he had assumed would be a serendipitous one-night stand with his museum piece had turned into a plan for nearly a week together and he was excited about it. At the age of 47, she was well-educated, yet she had a naïveté about her. The fact that she had never, in Blake's opinion, been properly made love to blew his mind but he decided that he was more than happy to give her what he felt she deserved. There were parts of her body and mind that had never been touched, and he intended to touch them all. What was it that doomed her past relationships? Was it just poor taste in men? He hoped to learn more about her in the coming days. In the meantime, he decided to have as much sex with her as possible. The sex was incredible and he probably would never see her after Wednesday.

Blake packed his bags, including the unopened bottle of champagne courtesy of Reggie, checked out of the hotel, and got a cab to her place. When he knocked on the door she answered wearing a flowery summer mini-dress. She let him in and then wrapped her arms around him, giving him a long kiss.

"Lunch is almost ready," she said, "and I hope that you want dessert because I'm not wearing any panties and I'm already wet from thinking about you taking me."

Blake laughed and followed her to the kitchen, thinking he'd won the sexual lottery. She poured some wine and they made small talk while she finished making lunch. After finishing the meal, she asked if I'd like to adjourn to her bedroom for dessert. He smiled and stood, taking his hand she led the way.

In the bedroom, they locked their lips while undressing themselves. Once naked he threw her on the bed.

"I'm going to pound you through that mattress you little slut!" he told her.

She pulled her knees up to her chest. "I'm wet with anticipation, do your best stud."

Blake pulled her to the edge of the bed and slid into her with one thrust. She was right, he didn't understand how her wetness wasn't running down her legs. She must have been touching herself while we were eating lunch, he thought to himself. He took her fast and hard, pounding against her, and soon she was cumming. "Yes, yes, yes! That's what I want, make me cum, fuck me like your whore, ah, ah, aaaahhhh!."

She trembled as he continued to drive deep into her. Blake was a bit desensitized because of cumming so much the past few days and he held back now so he could give her more orgasms. He slowed his thrusts as she recovered.

Smiling up at him, she asked, "You didn't cum, did you not enjoy dessert?"

"Oh I enjoyed dessert," he growled, "I enjoyed it very much, and I enjoyed watching you so much that I'm going to see just how much dessert we can have. I hope you don't mind."

"Well, if you're having dessert then I'm having dessert so I don't mind at all!"

He began thrusting again and she began to moan.

"How many desserts do you think we will have?" she asked.

"My personal best is eight," he told her.

She laughed. "Oh, my lord! Eight? I won't be able to walk after all this dessert!"

He sped the pace of his thrusts and put a thumb on her clit. Soon she was moaning again so he slowed a bit, just keeping her at the edge of cumming.

"Oh please, please, please let me cum. Give me another dessert. Aahh."

He pounded against her a few times, bottoming out in her wet hole, and she spasmed and screamed. He felt her cumming on him as he thrust deep and held it there, her muscles gripped him and fluttered. Once she stopped quivering on him he pulled out and lay next to her. He began kissing her neck and then worked his way down her body. He kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples then took them between his thumb and forefinger and rolled them. She gasped then moaned.

He kissed his way down her stomach and then moved between her legs. She reached down and spread herself open, showing him her pink. He put his tongue and fingers to work and in no time she was moaning again. He inserted a finger again and curled it to touch her G-spot while gently sucking her clit. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling his mouth tighter against her.

"Yes, yes, yes. Eat me," she moaned.

Soon her legs began to quiver and she softly moaned as she came again. Three down, five to go. Blake knew he couldn't continue to drive her to orgasms at this pace or she'd become desensitized so he suggested they take a break. She slowly rose off the bed and stood, a bit shaky. She told him to get a couple of robes out of her closet. He gave her a plush blue robe and he took a lighter flowered one, modeling it as he put it on and causing her to laugh hysterically. They went to the kitchen to get some water then sat on the sofa and snuggled as they chatted.

Blake learned, amongst other things, that though she had an interest in, and was knowledgeable on, Greek mythology she had never visited Greece. He didn't tell her that he had recently purchased a vineyard there for his retirement home but he did tell her that she should make it a point to go. He also shared his age with her and she was taken aback when he told her he was 57, ten years her senior.

"You look so youthful and you're so virile, I assumed you were nearer my age or maybe younger. I had no idea I was banging an older man," she said with a mischievous grin.

"I hope you're not disappointed now. I try to take care of myself," he told her. "I also try to take care of my woman, are you ready for more dessert?"

"Mmm, yes!" she responded, then she took him in her hand and stroked him to full hardness. "I'm going to mount you right here," she whispered in his ear as she began kissing his neck and jawline. She swung a leg over him and then slid herself down his shaft as she kissed him.

"Mmm, someone has been eating dessert, you must enjoy that," she said, "Do you want to do that again later? Do you like eating my dessert?"

"I do enjoy eating your dessert, it tastes divine," he told her, "and I plan to eat it several more times before I leave you. I want you on my breath as I board the plane home."

She giggled. "You're naughty."

"You're delicious," he said with a smile.

She kissed him again and moaned as she increased her pace, giggling as she bounced on his manhood. She was titillated by the thought of so many orgasms. Eight is a lot, but I don't care, I'm going to cum for him nine times even if it means callouses in my tunnel, she thought. She grabbed his head and pressed a nipple to his mouth while she began to spasm on his lap. He wrapped his lips around it and chewed it, she screamed and stiffened as she came on him again. Four down. She collapsed against him and snuggled her face against his neck.

"You're an amazing lover, Blake," she whispered, "Never in my life has a man treated me this way. I've never been given control when it comes to sex, it's always been what he wants. Taking control over our sex just now made me feel so powerful, so sensual, so feminine."

That should have surprised him, but it didn't.

"You're so confident when you talk about your work, but with me, you waver between confident and timid. It sounds like you let yourself become subservient to men in your private life, even when you're so confident and powerful around them at work," he said

"You're right, I don't know why I'm that way. I've always let men in my personal life treat me as if I'm less than them. I would never put up with that at work. I've stood toe-to-toe with powerful men and not backed down, I just can't seem to do that in my personal life." She was happy that her face was buried in his neck, that way he couldn't see the flush of embarrassment that came over her.

"When you've been confident with me," he said, "you've told me what you want, asked me to do things, you've taken control of my body as well as yours."

"Because you've let me, Blake. You've treated me as an equal, even put me on a pedestal as someone to be desired and yearned for. You've put my pleasure ahead of your own ever since the first time in your hotel room. Take today, for example, you're delaying your gratification to give me an experience that I've never had before and will probably never have again."

"It's just what I expect from a woman. Calista and I always treated each other as equals in life, in our marriage, in bed." A tear escaped his eye and ran down his cheek. Even the mention of her name could still bring on a deep sense of loss. His tear dripped onto her and she kissed the tear trail on his face.

"You dear man, I'm so sorry for your loss. It sounds like she was an amazing woman."

"Marissa," he began, "I —, We —, it's not right what we're doing."

"What do you mean it's not right? What's wrong with two people enjoying each other's company, each other's bodies."

"No, there's nothing wrong with that. Sex with you is incredible and I don't regret the last few days at all. The lover in me wants to take you and pleasure you and make up for all those men who treated you poorly but — I can't do what we're doing right now, this morning. I've been giving you repeated orgasms and I can't go much longer. Not to the point of matching or surpassing the number I told you was my personal best." He turned to look at her, tears in his eyes. "That experience was with Calista, and as much as I desire you, as great as the sex is, I can't sully my memory with her. It wouldn't be right in my heart. I'm so sorry."

She sat up on him again and caressed the side of his face. "Oh no! No no no! I would never want that! I'm so thankful to have you the last few days but I would never want to hurt you, to supplant your memories with Calista! Oh, Blake, please don't be sorry, don't be sorry for anything! I have no expectations for what happens after Wednesday. I'm just so very thankful for the last few days. I hope we can spend the next few days together as we've planned but if you walked out my door right now I would never forget you and I would hope you would never forget me as well, but I would never, never, want to intrude into your memories with Calista. And as for the men in my past, you can't make up for them nor should you feel you need to. I let them treat me that way."

"Promise me you'll never let a man treat you that way again Marissa, you deserve so much more. If a man can't see that then he's not worth your time."

She snuggled into his neck again, this time to hide her tears.

"I promise," she whispered, "and Blake, you've proven that not only are you a great lover but now I'm also convinced you are a great man. Thank you for spending some of your time with me and showing me how I should be treated, for giving me the confidence to take control in bed like I do at work."

They held each other for several more minutes then she whispered to him. "I don't want any more orgasms today Blake. I want to stop, to not even come close to eight. I've already had more orgasms in one day than ever before. I want you to cum now, I know you must have that need, I've been cumming on you all morning."

She reached down and took him in her hand, she immediately felt a stirring and gently stroked him until he was hard again. She moved down between his legs.

"I want you in my mouth, Blake. I want to taste you. I want to feel your release in my mouth, and I want to swallow all of it."

She took him in her mouth and gave him one of the most amazing blowjobs she'd ever given a man. Her lips and tongue were all over him, up and down his shaft, engulfing the head. He sat there, his head laid against the back of the seat, and his eyes closed, enjoying her taking charge. She fondled, squeezed, and licked his balls, licked up and down his shaft and eventually, he moaned loudly. She wrapped her lips around him and stroked the base of his cock until he exploded into her mouth and she took it all, not a drop leaked from around her lips, and she swallowed. His cream was warm and sticky, salty with a touch of sweetness. She moved up next to him again and snuggled once more into his neck, and he sat there trying to catch his breath. Snuggled into his neck was fast becoming her favorite place to be.

"Was that good Blake? Did you enjoy me taking you with my mouth?"

"Oh god yes, Marissa, that felt amazing, now kiss me, I want to taste my cum on your lips and smell my cum on your breath."

She raised her lips to him and they kissed. He moaned as their lips parted and his tongue explored her cum-splattered mouth. They cleaned up and Marissa told him she'd taken the liberty of getting tickets to a show. Blake was excited, he'd never been to a real Broadway show. Following the show, they had dinner and then returned to her place. Slipping under the sheets they held each other as they fell asleep.

For the next two days, Blake worked from her apartment while she went to work. Both evenings they cooked together and after dinner, they had more amazing sex. On Wednesday he left the apartment with her and they walked together to the subway. He attended his meeting and then texted her that he was free. She texted back that she was already home so he caught the next subway train and was back at her apartment before long. She had yet to start dinner so he told her he wanted to take her out. One of her favorite restaurants happened to be in her neighborhood so they walked there and enjoyed dinner. Marissa assumed this was going to be the last time they shared a meal.

After dinner, as they were walking back, hand-in-hand, Blake let her in on a work-related development.

"Marissa, at the meeting today it was decided that the company would host monthly technical interchange meetings. I will need to be here for those."

"So you're going to be here in the city every month? And basically in my neighborhood?"

He stopped and took both her hands.

"Yes, and I would also like to be in your bed each month. If you'll have me, of course." He said with a grin.

Her heart beat faster and a big smile came over her face. "I'd like nothing better."

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The next few months were a whirlwind of travel for Blake's job but every time he went to New York he spent time with Marissa. Just like those first few days with her, the sex was fantastic. Every month, she gave herself to him and he ravished her. By the time he left, they were both exhausted and sated.

One month when he arrived she was dressed as a hooker, with overdone makeup, fuck me pumps, a tube top, and a skin-tight pair of shorts. He ripped those clothes off her and then quickly undressed and threw her down on the bed, still wearing the pumps, spread her legs, and licked her nectar from between them. She grabbed his head and pulled him in, moaning with delight. He took his time, letting his tongue wander up and down her pink and around her clit. She moaned and quivered off and on as he feasted on her taste. Eventually, he focused in on her clit and sucked on it as he slid a finger into her. She spasmed and moaned as her thighs clamped around his head. She grabbed sheets, balling them up in her fists. "Oh my God! " she cried.

Before she was able to catch her breath he mounted her and plunged into her depths in one swift motion. With the sheets still in her hands, he thought she would shred them. She bit her lower lip, bruising the tender flesh. The second wave of her climax robbed her of bodily control and she convulsed under him as she came again until finally her body stiffened and her breathing stopped. "Fuucckk!" she yelled, "Fill me, Blake!"

He did, he flooded her, coating her velvet walls with his hot cream. Drained, he collapsed on the bed beside her and she rolled over to kiss him. "Mmm, once again you satisfied me completely. Your rush to take me nearly took my breath and when you finished me I saw colors behind my eyes, splashes of red, yellow, and blue. Every time with you is a fresh experience and I'm not confident once a month is enough!"

"So your other lover isn't satisfying you?" he asked.

She stared at him, mouth agape. "How did you know? I've been with another man once, just a couple of days ago! Are you having me followed?"

He laughed, "It's ok my sweet, we did not agree to be exclusive and I hope you are taking other lovers so you can find one worthy of you. I knew you were with another man because I could taste him in you, the salty taste of semen is pretty distinct."

"Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed. I should have told you."

"Marissa, I want you, I want to take you every chance I get, but I don't expect either of us to be exclusive. I found the taste of him in you to be very exciting."

She blushed at the thought of Blake tasting another man in her.