The Queen’s Throne

romantic erotica for women

Kinktober Challenge - Day 2

He entered the crowded casino lounge and spotted her right away. Despite the mass of gamblers and party-goers, his eyes went right to her. The long, elaborate braids trailing down her back, the ends capped with large wooden beads. Her skin – deep, like polished obsidian, absorbed all the light in the dim room. He watched her every movement from afar as he weaved through the crowd towards the bar. She sat upright, her shoulders squared with her legs crossed. The tight, white leather skirt cutting into her thighs. Thighs that were buttery soft, thick, and succulent. The woman was sexy as hell and he regretted that she was sitting down because he couldn’t get enough of her amazing ass.

“Ms. Washington,” he called out as he approached, trying to remain casual.

“Mr. Priestly,” she replied, barely acknowledging his presence. He cracked his neck, relieving some of the tension that racked through his body whenever she was near. She did not glance in his direction when he sat in the stool next to her. She didn’t bother speaking or trying to strike up a lively conversation. She sat silently, taking sips of red wine while studying her own reflection in the mirror mounted behind the bar.

“I’m surprised that you’re here,” he broke the silence while waving to get the bartender’s attention.

“I could say the same for you, Mr. Priestly,” she replied, her eyes still focused on her reflection.

“And why is that?” he leaned in and whispered close to her ear, finally making eye contact with the bartender. She turned to face him and he sucked in a breath. How could a woman be so beautiful? Her defined, full lips and slanted almond-shaped eyes had been the subject of his dreams for months. But it was her perky round ass that had his dick constantly straining against his pants.

“You’re not exactly getting your money’s worth when you request me,” she said looking him up and down before returning her eyes to the mirror ahead. “Wouldn’t your money be better spent with someone willing to accommodate your wishes?”

“You will give me what I want. You’ll submit eventually,” he replied with a smirk. He could tell that she enjoyed their time together. No matter how hard she tried to deny it. She scoffed and snapped her head to face him once again. She was about to speak, but the bartender walked over and she reclined in her seat, arms folded. “It’s only a matter of time before I’ll have you begging for my cock,” he said after placing his drink order and the bartender was out of earshot.

“I have never begged for anything a day in my life. And I won’t start now. Especially for a man like you, Mr. Priestly,” she said with a seductive smile.

“Tell me. What type of man am I?” he asked both amused and turned on by her cockiness. She took a slow sip from her glass, letting her eyes meet his in the mirror.

“Privileged,” she said just as the bartender arrived with his scotch. He understood what she meant. She was black. He was white. He possessed wealth. Power. Prestige. He got it. But he didn’t care about any of that. The only thing that mattered was Destiny Washington, her ample hips and fuck-ready ass. They finished their drinks without speaking. Conversation unnecessary. His words were not strong enough to change her mind. It would take all ten inches of his dick and his tongue to get her to submit. “Let’s go,” she said after finishing her drink. She stood and walked towards the elevator, not waiting for him to settle the tab.

With rushed steps, he scurried to catch her, but he enjoyed the view of her backside as it swayed hypnotically in front of him. He was in a trance. There was just something about a woman’s ass. The soft, curvy shape. The fullness. The way it felt gripped tight in his hands. And Destiny’s ass was the best.

He stood behind her as they waited for the elevator, his dick already hard and brushing against her perfect backside. When the doors opened to reveal an empty car, a devious grin took over his face. The doors closed and their bodies lurched as the elevator started. He pulled her in front of him, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. She smelled good. Like coconuts and toasted vanilla. He wondered if she tasted as good as her scent. His hands traveled over the leather crop top and her bare midriff while he ran his straining erection across her leather-clad ass. The elevator stopped too soon and she pulled away. He followed her to their room, his eyes fixed on her wide hips and thick thighs down the long corridor.

The door didn’t get a chance to close before he was on her, his eager hands stripping off her clothes. She came as instructed; no underwear. They only got in the way. She stepped out of the skirt pooled at her ankles and he pulled her in close, his hands digging into her ass. It was so soft; so smooth. Perfect. “Before we get started, Mr. Priestly,” she said as he placed soft, wet kisses in the crook of her neck. “I understand exactly what you want. And as you know I’m only willing to go so far. So, make sure you keep the rules we discussed earlier in mind.”

He sighed into her neck, his mind going back to their conversation. The only way she would agree to see him again was if he followed her rules. At first, he laughed in her face. But after countless nights of her alluring eyes and round, perky butt haunting his dreams, he caved in. He had to see her again. “Do we have an understanding, Mr. Priestly?” she interrupted his thoughts.

“Yes, Ms. Washington. Now, on your knees,” he rasped. She pushed him away, her arms outstretched, and stared at him through narrow eyes. “Please,” he said uttering the word that it would take to get her to comply. Soon her lips were around him and he remembered exactly why he gave into her demands. The woman performed magic with her mouth. She slurped at him as he thrust hard, his dick reaching the back of her throat. He had top notch blow jobs before. That stripper in Miami came to mind. But when a queen dropped to her royal knees and let you fuck her divine throat, you were truly blessed.

 

Her mouth was warm and wonderful. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to feel her ass in his hands and her pussy on his tongue. “On the bed. Spread your legs. I want to eat that pussy,” he said, his dick hard enough to explode.

“No,” she said sitting back on her haunches.

“Please,” he said through clenched teeth. He could see she was amused at the sight of him literally standing with his dick in his hands.

“No. I don’t like it. Never have,” she said, dismissing him with a wave.

What the fuck, he thought to himself as the words fell from his throat. “Please, Destiny. I need to taste you.” He begged for her to place that tight, wet pussy and big round ass on his face. He lost count of the number of times he uttered, “please.” His stomach turned at his pathetic groveling but his balls tightened in anticipation. His dick jumped when she finally gave in with a slight nod. He helped her to her feet, where they stood eyes locked for a moment. Was she thinking about his tongue? How it would it feel? He decided then, his tongue would be the only one ever allowed to sample her sweet, juicy goodness.

He removed his clothes in no time before lifting her onto his shoulders. She wasn’t a small woman, but the perfect size to be manhandled. He straddled her legs over his shoulders before engulfing himself between her legs. He nipped at her soft, inner thigh and she squealed. Her hands gripped his hair as he walked towards the king-sized bed, her soft ass bouncing against his chest. He fell back on the bed, bringing her down with him. She landed on his face with a hard bounce and he groaned in response. He was right. She does taste like her smell, he thought as he lapped at her clit, his nails digging into her cheeks. He rocked her into his tongue and soon she was whimpering his name.

“Turn around please, Ms. Washington,” he said not trying to invoke her wrath. It was the first time she did anything he asked without putting up a fight. His eyes grew wide and his dick swelled as he took in the sight of her lowering that round, supple ass on his face. He took in a deep breath just before he was enveloped by her thickness. She tasted good. She smelled good. And her hands felt good stroking and licking his cock as he lapped at the wetness dripping down. His hands roamed over every inch of her smooth butt and his tongue did the same to her fat lips and swollen clit.

“Oh, my god!” she screamed and his dick jumped. He had never heard her scream before and he knew that the sound would soon be his addiction. “Dean, baby. You feel so good,” she cried out, her words thick and lusty. He spread her cheeks exposing that tight pretty pucker and he licked his lips. Everything about the woman was beautiful. He ran his thumb over the button and she started to pull away.

“Please, let me. I promise I won’t cross the line,” he begged once more. She glanced at him over her shoulder and dipped her head. He didn’t hesitate. He ran his tongue down her crack before following the trail with his thumb. He spread her cheeks and lapped at all of her amazing ass. Her thighs trembled and he could feel her fingers bumping against his chest and torso as she worked her clit. He drove his tongue into her tight opening and her body went limp but he held her in place, his nails digging into her ass. He continued his feast, licking every inch of her ass and that pretty pink hole until she was a trembling, sweat-coated mess.

“Dean, I’m going to cum,” she whimpered in a voice so sexy it made his toes curl.

“That’s right, baby. Cum for me,” he whispered into her ass crack. Her fingers increased their pace as he lapped at her tight rim. And with a loud scream she came, her pussy dripping and coating his face and chest. He cleaned every drop that spilled from her with his tongue; an act only deserving of a queen. His queen. And his face would forever be her throne.

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