Salome And All Of Her Curves

While the environmental justice activists are busy causing a ruckus downstairs, Salome shuts the door to my room, flicking the lights on to reveal a hefty king-sized bed in the centre of the room. The sheets are dark and silken, and Salome steps towards it, as if drawn into it by some magnetic attraction.

She sweeps her hands over the sheets, smoothing them out, and then she lays down on the bed, propping her head up on her arm. She looks up at me invitingly, the smoulder in her eyes drawing me in one step at a time. Her light summer dress fans out around her waist, her alluring ass on full display.

“I’d trade the world for this view,” I say, leaning up against the edge of the bed.

“You like what you see?” Salome says, hooking a thumb under the strap of her dress as she bends her shoulder seductively.

I reach out and caress her bare shoulder, my fingers tracing the dark curves of her skin.

“I see what I like,” I say, prowling onto the bed over her.

My lips find hers and we share a kiss that burns of concealed desire, the **** in the turn of her head as our lips mash together rubbing the bridge of my nose against hers. Her lips are sweet with the stench of ****, her breath hot, her hips already pressed up against mine.

“You’re bold,” she says a moment later, her hands cupping either side of my face. “I’m a married woman.”

“Not anymore,” I say, my hands now cupping her ass.

“And if Warren finds out?” Salome says, one of her legs reaching up to curl around my waist.

“I’ll seduce him too,” I say, kissing her neck.

I grin at her, seeing the little expression of shock on her face.

“You don’t know if I’m being serious,” I say, peeling off her dress with a fling of my hands. My hands find her bare tits. “But you don’t care, do you? You wouldn’t have dressed like this otherwise. You wanted this.”

“You’re evil,” Salome yelps, as my mouth lowers to her breasts, biting on her nipples.

“But not wrong,” I say, in between nibbles of her left tit.

Salome responds by tugging off my pants, freeing my cock with her slender hands. She tugs on it lightly, until my cock brushes up against her taut stomach. She jerks me off with a hand, getting a slow but sure rise out of my member.

“I want a taste,” she says.

I’m more than happy to play along, watching as she gets onto her knees on the bed, bending down to welcome my cock into her mouth. She looks up at me with her brown eyes, my bulging erection filling her mouth, and I groan from the warmth of her lips. She handles my cock like she does a paintbrush, bombastic strokes that reveal her passion. She spits into her hand and rubs my cock, fondling my balls, kissing the tip and then running her tongue against my length, before returning to suckling on my head.

“Oh fuck, is this how you treat Warren?” I say, leaning back as she takes me deeper, the near entirety of my length deep in her mouth.

She backs off my cock for a second to answer question.

“That’s a secret between me and him. Who knows? I may even treat him better,” she says coyly, dropping her innocent act for the first time since I’ve met her.

“That’s possible?” I say as she returns her mouth to its place by my cock, bobbing her head quick up and down, engulfing me once more.

She laughs as she blows me, the edges of her lips curving upwards.

Eventually, I feel myself drawing close to the edge.

“Let me return the favour,” I say, easing her off my cock, “with something that Warren won’t have ever treated you with.”

“How do you know what he and I have done?” Salome says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. It comes away slick with pre-cum and the red of her lipstick.

I place my palms against her beautiful, award-winning asscheeks and gently part them, putting my nose by her tight little rosebud. I give it a quick sniff, checking that nothing fishy is going on, and then I tease my tongue into her ass.

“Oh, you’re right, he’s never done this,” Salome yelps.

“How does it feel?” I ask as I begin to eat her ass, probing my tongue inside her tightest channel.

“Electric,” she says. “Like getting my pussy eaten out, but somehow… completely different.”

I circle her ass with my tongue, and then withdraw, gently working a finger into the space. I feel her body shudder a tiny bit as I do so, a microquake of blood rushing through her. I don’t often engage in ass-play, but with a booty like Salome’s…

“Don’t put it in there,” she says, breathing heavily. “Your cock… Don’t put your cock in my ass… I haven’t cleaned it…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll just fuck you the regular, old-fashioned way,” I say, slipping a finger into her pussy to make my point.

Fingered from both holes, Salome shuts her eyes and moans, enjoying the treatment that I’m serving her. I continue for a few minutes more, thrusting my fingers into her, before she lays on her back, inviting me to begin the main event with another gentle tug of my cock.

I’m more than ready, and I withdraw my hands from her pussy and ass, holding her legs down as I push into her with a steady movement.

“Fuck that fills me up so good,” Salome mutters. “It’s like a dream…”

“Like a dream,” I echo, her folds so perfectly wrapped around my cock, her pussy hot as ever.

We couple like old fuck-buddies, instantly finding a rhythm that clicks with both of us, a quick pace that has me pistoning in and out of her dozens of times a minute, my cock a band saw through her pussy. She splays her legs wide then wider, allowing me deeper into her, until I’ve all but bottomed out.

“Do you… do you do this to every family that commissions a piece from you?” Salome gasps. “How much would it cost to keep you ours forever?”

You had the chance twenty years ago, I think in my head, but I push that thought aside, focusing on the pleasure as I continue to thrust into her, drawing a string of moans from her.

“I’ve practiced with some clients before,” I say, thinking of Hanna Maria. “But my asking price might be more than you can afford.”

I sense the follow-up on the tip of her tongue, but it’s swept away by an orgasm that racks her body as I hit just the right spot one time too many.

“This fast… too good…”

Salome struggles to put together a basic sentence as I pound her raw, drawing ever closer to the edge myself.

“I’ve never… only once… this good…”

She continues moaning out words as she stares at me with a faintly glazed look.

“I’m getting close,” I say.

“Ohmygod. Oh yes. You can… you can cum in me. I’m on the pill,” Salome says, shaking herself out of her reverie.

So cum in her I do. My seed spills into her and fills her womb, and she touches the flat of her stomach, smiling at me.

“It feels good,” she says, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and drawing me into a kiss.

“Too good,” I agree, kissing her back.