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She waited at the door patiently.  She was used to waiting.  When it opened she smiled at the man who stood before her.  He was better looking than some.  "I am Michelle." she said softly.  "Tyrone sent me."

The man stood aside and admitted her.  He had no idea why she was there, or what Tyrone could possibly want.  "Don't worry, he sent me to say thank you for him." she said, sensing his concern.  "What you did for him was…well, shall we say, appreciated…in return, I'm here to offer you my service."

She smiled again.  She was pretty when she smiled, innocent, and yet not.  Her green eyes sparkled as they flashed around the room, taking inventory of what she had to work with.  Her black hair  twirled in one hand as she stopped in the center of the apartment living room.

"Now, please, sit down, relax.  I've done my homework…I know what you like…"  She gently pushed him to a seat on the couch.  When he was comfortable, she removed her overcoat, revealing a short, swingy skirt, black with pleats, a white button down blouse…and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.  Her nipples stood hard and erect against the fabric.  He could feel something in his pants respond.

"Hmmm…now for some music…"she walked to the stereo, the skirt swishing against her bare legs.  She selected something and soon the room was filled with the mellow sounds of a sax.  "That's better."  She went to the bag she had dropped on the floor by the door.  From it she pulled a bottle of wine and then she disappeared into the kitchen.  When she returned it was with a glass filled with red wine, which she handed to him.

He took it, still somewhat unsure of himself and what he was supposed to do.  She took it completely out of his hands as she began to dance to the sounds of the sax, swaying sensually in front of him as he sipped at the wine.  It was beginning to get hot in that room.  He unbuttoned his shirt a little.  Her hands slid up her legs, lifting the skirt ever so slightly so that he could get a flash of the red lace panties she wore underneath.  He swallowed more wine.

Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse…one little button at a time, revealing a long line of flesh between her breasts.  Her legs moved, bringing her closer and closer to him.  He shifted to make room in his jeans for the growing hardness in his cock.  She smiled and the blouse fell to the floor.  Her round, ample breasts were milky white…her hard nipples calling out to him.  She slid one hand into her skirt, touching herself…she moaned.  His hand went for his cock, but in was still constrained in his pants.  Almost frantically he pulled at the zipper.  It sprang out, standing straight up at him.  She responded by slowly sliding her skirt to the floor.

Her hands took turns sliding in and out her legs, rubbing against the lace of her panties.  He couldn't take his eyes off of her, his wine sat forgotten on the table beside him.   Then, she came to him, took his hand and pressed it to her pussy.  Her wetness had begun to soak into the lace that separated him from her.   Then she took his hand and put it in his mouth so he could taste her.

She pulled him to stand beside her and began undressing him, removing his shirt slowly, touching and kissing his heated flesh as she went.  Then came the jeans…already opened, his cock poking out of them.  Again, kisses and touches as the denim fell to the floor…except for that cock.  That she left alone.

He was breathing heavily as she settled him back onto the couch.  She perched on the coffee table in front of him, spreading her legs to show him that the lace was drenched now…She leaned back….slowly she lifted her ass and pulled the panties off, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy, already opened and aroused.  Her moans began almost as soon as she touched herself…playing with her clit as he sat gapping at her…Faster and faster she circled her hard clit, harder and harder she breathed until she nearly screamed and he could see the thick fluid oozing out around her fingers…

Now her attention turned to his cock…She crawled to him, leaning across the small space between the couch and table to hesitantly lick the full length.  He shuddered, his instincts to grab his cock.  She restrained him, her hands pressing his hands away.  Again, in slowly, tentative strokes, she licked up from the balls to the tip, barely touching with her tongue.

His hips moved and she withdrew.  Her hair tickled his thighs, sending shocks of electricity through him.  His eyes closed as she moved in again.  This time her mouth touched the tip, engulfing just the very top in the warmth, moist cavern between her lips.  She sucked gently, then released.  Next a spot on the side, the same…suck and release.  She worked her way down to his balls, then again, licked lightly to the top.  He groaned…He was so close to release,  but she would work him for it.

Now she returned to the top, her lips closing tightly over the mushroom of it, then pushing down, about half way before she pulled back.  And again, the light licking of his shaft.  He was squirming beneath her.  She smiled at him.  More this time, her mouth closing and sliding down past half way before sucking her way back off it.  He was learning the rhythm, leaning back to enjoy himself.  She took just the tip again, sucking it a little harder than before and releasing.  She worked her way around his cock that way, tiny pieces of flesh sucked into her mouth, then the long licks up from the base.  Once more down and around his now raging cock.  Then she paused.

Her tongue flicked lightly to his balls and she felt him convulse.  Then the other.  She pulled one into her mouth, played with it.  Her hair bobbed across the flesh of his dick.  He held his breath as she tasted the other ball.  Then, suddenly and without warning, her mouth moved back to his cock, taking it all fast and deep.  She moved quickly, her mouth held tight around him as she sucked him hard and long…in and out…up and down….

Then, he was cuming, in spurts, filling the air and dropping back onto his belly.   She licked it up, then rose to kiss him, filling his mouth with the taste of himself.  Her hand moved to rub his cock, still so hard,…so needy.  Her legs spread and her warm wetness descended on him slowly.  His whole body shook as she put his hands to her breasts and began to ride him…pulling herself up, almost off…then sliding her tight, hot box back down until he could feel the back of her pussy walls.

She leaned back and continued her slow paced fucking.  He was helpless, unable to move beyond the kneading of her breasts between his fingers.  She was moaning as his cock swelled inside of her, and soon his own voice nearly startled him as he groaned in rhythm with her.  He could feel the hot rush of her cum sliding down his cock and into his ass.  He knew he wasn't far behind her.  With a primal scream that came from somewhere near his balls, he blasted another full load of cum, this time filling her tight pussy with it until it was overflowing.

She waited, poised there with his cock still inside her until they had both caught their breath.  Then she rose, donned her coat over her naked body and proceeded to the door.  "Tyrone says thank you.  And remember, my name is Michelle.  It has been my pleasure to service you."