Breakfast at Lola's

Breakfast at Lola's Breakfast at Lola's

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A surprise visit to a site author becomes as excited as the fantasy....

Summary

A surprise visit to a site author becomes as excited as the fantasy....

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Submitted: September 02, 2016

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Breakfast at Lola’s

As can and will happen, people become curious, then interested, and then fascinated by the personal profiles of people on an erotic site. Eventually it can lead to an actual meeting, generally in the hopes of verifying what is posted and to encounter sexual pleasures that were promised online. Sometimes that desire to meet is to experience something specifically written about in a story. That was the seed that bloomed into this experience.

As I stepped from the cab in front of the building, the sky was dark and threatening an early evening thunderstorm. The bright blue neon sign that blinked “Lola’s” seemed to answer the brief flashes of lightening in the sky. It promised to be a dark and wet night outside.

Inside I was amazed at the size of the place. An entrance off the left of the lobby led to an elegant restaurant, sparsely populated but with beautiful furnishings and soft music in the background. Off the right side of the lobby was an entrance to the lounge, almost as large as the restaurant.

The bar itself was a typical set up with tall stools along the outside, but rather than a large mirror behind the bar, there was a sensuous wall mural of an African American woman surrounded by several men, and everybody was naked but with their genitals strategically covered by bits of clothing.

The female bartended smiled and invited me up to the bar when I entered. “Can I help you, sir?” she asked politely.

“I’m here to see Lola,” I said, confident that I would be ushered into her presence immediately.

“Is she expecting you?” the girl asked, unimpressed with my bravado.

“In a manner of speaking, yes,” I lied.

“Whom shall I say is calling?” she inquired.

“Tell her my name is Ben and I’m a writer,” I replied.

“Wait here and I’ll call her,” said the girl.

I waited as she walked to the end of the bar and used the telephone. When she returned she asked, “Miss Lola will be out momentarily; would you like a drink?”

“No, but thank you.”

I heard a side door open and turned to see a petite African American girl approaching. She was much shorter than me, very slender except for a healthy bust. Her hair was twisted up in a bun on top of her head, making her slender neck look even longer. A blue silk dress kissed every part of her body. The hem was so high that I imagined that if I got on my knees I could see her panties. The thought gave me a stirring in my pants but her voice interrupted.

“Ben? Are you Ben the writer on the Booksiesilk site?” she asked with a beautiful smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered. Her dark brown eyes smiled and sparkled. I was hooked.

“Why are you here?” she asked, moving closer.

“You left a private message after one of my stories that you’d like to experience what I wrote, and I’m here to fulfill that desire; it’s something I like to do.”

“Oh My God; you mean the story “To Eat or Not to Eat?” she said, her mouth gasping with surprise.

“The very one,” I confirmed. “Did you mean it? Your message? That you wanted to experience that?”

She looked at me, unsure of how to respond for a moment and then took my hand as she answered. “Yes, yes, I did; come on back to my office.”

Her office in back of the lounge was exquisite. A desk in one corner with a fax machine, a shredder and a desktop computer. “That is where I read, write and Skype,” she said, pointing to the computer.

At the other end of the office was a sofa, two easy chairs opposite the sofa and a large glass coffee table in the middle. Windows high on the wall that would normally let in lots of day light were quiet except for an occasional flash of nearby lightning. There were lamps around the room and a small fireplace, and a bathroom entrance next to the fireplace.  A palace behind a bar!

She motioned me to sit on the sofa and she sat in one of the chairs. The hem of her dress slid obediently up her thighs and I was treated to a view of a very lucky thong, hugging her special place.

“As I recall reading your stories, you don’t go much for foreplay, but rather prefer to dive right in, don’t you?” she asked. Not only was she hot; she was perceptive.

“Yes, but they’re only stories and I try to focus on what the reader wants to see rather than make him or her scroll down through the story to get there. But realistically I enjoy foreplay, as much as is necessary to take me where I want to go.”

“Based upon what I have read, you have possibilities, Ben, and if you can stir up my libido as quickly as you claim in your stories, this could be a very long and satisfying evening for both of us,” she said.

“I know you remember the brunt of that story, so how would you like me to proceed?” I asked sincerely. After all, I was here to impress AND satisfy her.

She got up and walked over to the fireplace and flipped a switch. Instantly the fireplace lit up with flickering flames. She looked over her shoulder at me and explained. “A nice fire turns me on and I like to watch the flames and feel the heat during sex.”

I got up and walked over to her, expecting to embrace and kiss her but she put a hand on my chest to keep the distance between us. She looked at me and said, quite seriously, “You know that what you wrote is one of my ultimate fantasies, to have a man worship my body like that with no rush or expectations of reciprocation.”

“And what is one of your ultimate fantasies, Ben, in real life?”

“Almost the same thing, but to have a woman dominate me, use me and control my orgasm.”

“I know you like face sitting; do you like having your cock sucked?” she asked.

“Of course, slowly and for a long time.”

“Then I propose that you fulfill my fantasy as you described and later perhaps I can do something about yours,” she offered.

“That’s actually more than I expected; fair enough,” I replied.

“Then let’s proceed like this,” she said, turning around with her back to the fireplace and taking me with her. “Take my panties off,” she said softly. I knelt in front of her, my cock already getting stiff, even though I knew there was little chance of using it for a while. I slid my hands up along the outside of her legs until they reached the edge of the thong. Her dress moved with my hands.

When I slid the thong down her legs, she stepped out of them and spread her legs as wide as the dress would allow. It rode up her thighs exposing her now naked crotch. “Stay there and show me how you satisfy a woman, Ben.”

She was so petite that I sat on the floor between her legs and it positioned me perfectly to reach her with my mouth. I kissed the insides of her thighs and smelled her sex, a familiar scent of arousal filling my nostrils. I licked up and down the outside of her folds for a long time before sliding my tongue just inside.

She raised one leg and slipped it over my shoulder as her hands held my head for support. I looked up and she was barely visible, a dark shadow outlined by the flickering flames behind her. “Taste me,” she whispered. I slid my tongue inside and her hands pulled me into her. I was prepared to lick her clit but her hands moved my head back and forth, using my tongue.

I nearly creamed myself. Her fingers dug into my scalp, urging my tongue deeper. My face slapped audibly against her wetness as she used my face, using her leg to pull me against her as well. When she finally guided my mouth over her clit it was so big that I feared it would be too sensitive for me to lick or suck on it. I was wrong.

My tongue washed that hard pearl over and over, swirling around it before finally taking it between my lips and sucking on it. She was past ready; she jerked her body against me, her leg squeezed against the back of my neck and she shuddered against my sucking mouth. I felt her juices literally running down my chin. I was so close to coming that I moaned into her flesh, and she came again, raking her fingernails into my scalp.

I licked her slit and lapped at her hole with careful but greedy attention, enjoying the taste of her fluids for as long as she allowed it. When she removed her leg from my shoulder, she looked down at me. “And now the other part of it…” she said in a lustful whisper. She turned around, legs spread again and arched her back.

Just the sight of a petite and tight ass like hers would drive me crazy, but now she wanted the fantasy; for me to lose myself in her, to give her body the ultimate worship. It was part of the reason I had come here; I was committed.

Still seated beneath her I started by licking the curve of her buttocks. “Take your cock out,” she said. I was embarrassed at the dampness of my boxers from precum but I unzipped and freed my erection, just as she wanted. Was she going to literally repeat my story?

Spreading her buttocks with my hands, I placed kisses up and down the insides of her dark crevice, edging closer and closer to the center. When I placed a kiss right on her tight rim, she bent over and began stroking my aching cock. This was not going well because I knew I could not last long as excited as I had become.

I slipped a finger into her wet pussy and spread her sweetness over her tight hole and in her crack. When her fist squeezed the wet tip of my erection, I moaned involuntarily into her crack. Her hand squeezed even tighter. “Yeah, that’s what I dreamed of; I want you to desire my ass more than anything!”

I struggled to duplicate the enthusiasm about which I had written, a similar experience recently. She pressed back against my face as I licked up and down, slowly at first and then rapidly, scraping my tongue wetly across her sphincter. She managed to maintain a matching stroking of my shaft, and I wondered how long I could last.

I waited for her demand; the thing that would drive me over the edge. I felt her fingers touch her pussy, fingering herself at first and then sliding in circles over her wet clit. In a few brief moments she moaned, “Eat me, quickly, eat my ass!”

I wedged my tongue against her opening and pressed it into her tight rim. As soon as I slid it in as far as it could go, with my open mouth pressed against her crack, she moaned, “Yeah…yeah…yeah…yeah…!” as she came. I pumped my tongue in and out of her once more and came in her hand with no regard for the mess it would make on my pants.

I still had my face in her crack, gasping for breath as she gently rubbed my cum all over my cock. I lay back on the floor, my face wet with my own saliva and the smell of her. She calmly went into the bathroom to clean up. When she returned, I was still lying on the floor, smiling. My cock had finally gone limp.

“Did you like that?” I asked hopefully.

“Of course I did,” she answered. She stood over my head, a foot on either side of it and slid her dress up her thighs again. As she bent her knees and lowered herself down she said, “Now, just relax for a while and enjoy your breakfast at Lola’s.”

 

 

 

 


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