Written by BlueMyst for Marchelle DeCorley, the original Myst
Marchelle had a long day, and was quite glad to be home. Her life as a nightclub owner was always chaotic, and all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep like a kitten for hours on end. But then, she would not get to see Bill. Bill was her latest man, nothing serious, but she enjoyed the time with him anyway. He was tall, had a great personality, and did things with his tongue that Marchelle weave her fingers through his thick, sandy brown hair every time they were in bed.
Marchelle put her things down, settling into the large, well-decorated house. Bill made good money, and while Marchelle enjoyed the occasional manicure or movie trip, she wasn't very materialistic. She did allow Bill to buy her lingerie and other 'little things', as she knew how well he enjoyed her tanned features and smooth curves. She paused out of her daydream to look at the clock. It was five thirty, the daily beautiful sunset confirming this fact. Gazing at the sunset always made Marchelle relaxed. That blend of red, orange, and yellow seemed perfect, a perfection that Marchelle knew she would never wrap her moral hands around. Marchelle was so lost in analyzing the sunset that she didn't notice Bill walk up on her, his arm reaching around her in embrace. "Welcome home, you," whispered the tall man in his deep, booming voice. Even though he was normally loud, his voice was a husky whisper in the ornate hallway.
For a moment, Marchelle was alarmed, but once she recognized Bill's voice, she relaxed into his embrace immediately. She sighed audibly, happy to be home, even happier to be in Bill's arms. Bill enjoyed Marchelle's company, especially when he got to hold her in his arms, where he could see her up close. Marchelle was quite attractive to him. He enjoyed gazing at her long black hair, handing down from her shoulders. He savored her facial features, settling on her large brown eyes as his favorite aspect of Marchelle's body. Her full red lips and sparkling smile were close seconds. His hands club to Marchelle's curves, admiring the way her ample chest gave way to a natural-looking stomach. He liked girls with a bit of meat on their bones. His eyes followed her waist, with her wide hips and round ass. He had spent many a night with his hands massaging those round half-globes of her ass. He pushed her body close to his now, and felt the warmth her body generated, that need rising.
Marchelle just relaxed, enjoying the embrace, making soft purring sounds as Bill pressed her close to him. She loved when he pressed up behind her - she could feel his urgency with every breath. Bill slid his hands back and forth, letting his hands linger on the sides of Marchelle's chest. "Honey, why don't we get you comfy, hmm?" He reached upward, cupping Marchelle's covered breasts, massing them gently through her white cotton blouse. Marchelle gave a soft moan, nodding her head eagerly. She went to the up the stairs, heading to the bedroom. She heard Bill's steps behind her, and knew they both had the same thing in mind.
Marchelle pushed open the door to the large bedroom suite, looking around. Even though she had been to Bill's house many times, she was always in awe of the design of all these rooms, with the bedroom as no exception. The bedroom was done in shades of green, from the light green curtains, to the plush dark green carpet. The king-sized bed in the middle of the room provided compromise, dressed in green and beige linens.
Bill walked over to the bed and whispered, "Why don't you undress for me, honey. I'll make sure you're comfortable after that." He sat on the bed, his sharp blue eyes watching Marchelle intensely. Marchelle grinned, this was her favorite part in their rendezvous. She twirled gracefully, placing her hands on her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly. She peeled it off, pausing for a minute to show off her lacy white bra, then unhooked the front, allowing her round breasts to spring away from the fabric. She unbuckled the fastenings on her plaid skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, smiling to Bill, who was licking his lips in return.
He held up a hand, stopping Marchelle from removing her panties, or her boots. "Leave your boots on, my dear. I want to take your panties off myself." He motioned her to come forward, his hand upraised, fingers inviting her closer. Marchelle came to Bill, grinning from ear to ear. Her panties were a matching cotton white, contrasting her dark skin. She felt excited, turned on by the way Bill was watching her every move, making her tingle with anticipation.
Bill pulled Marchelle near, kissing her deeply. His hands moved to her panties, cupping her mound in his palm. He grasped gently but firmly, as if weighing something, then illiciting a sharp moan from Marchelle. He slid her panties off, and said in jest, "Now I know where to tell my tongue to go, don't I?" He picked her up, gripping her hips. He parted her legs, placing her moist pussy right in front of his eyes. He dragged his tongue over Marchelle's moist sex, trailing his tongue along each of Marchelle's pussy lips. He did this for a moment, then circled her clit, but not touching the little pearl just yet. Marchelle moaned, her voice growing deep and husky. She squirming, feeling Bill grip her hips tighter as he kept going.
Bill heard Marchelle's moan, and definitely could taste her response. Her juices tasted tangy, coming forth in little splashes, rapid rivers of pleasure. The slow trickles were a challenge to him, as if he had to push harder in order to achieve more of her rich creme. His tongue finally danced along the covering of Marchelle's clit, careful not to directly stimulate the sensitive pearl beneath. He felt her body give up more of that sticky reward, and he slowed some, keeping his touch light.
Marchelle writhed, her body afire with pleasure. Her words came out in quick bursts, each phrase a plea for bill to stop teasing her. "Mercy, my dear!" she mouthed breathlessly. Bill's tongue was tireless, eager and hungry, with Marchelle as the perfect meal. He finally pushed his tongue inside Marchelle's moist passage, sliding it back and forth slowly.
Marchelle's body tingled, moans falling from her throat easily, with no thought given to restraint, but to pleasure. She felt her hips twitching, a sign she was very close to the edge. Bill felt that telltale twitch, and he went faster, his tongue thrusting in and out of Marchelle, like a piston. He wanted her to climax, wanted to feel that rush of sweet cream of his face. He murmured quietly about his intentions, the vibrations from his voice adding to his overall plan of getting Marchelle to hear orgasm.
Marchelle couldn't hold on anymore. She cried out Bill's name a thousand times, finally reaching her orgasm. She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with lust. Her body shook all over, lost in the waves of pleasure. Her juices painted Bill's face, her arousal for all to see. She breathed, losing herself in waves of pleasure, her hips rocking back and forth. Bill drank up her juices, smiling happily. He pulled the dark-haired beauty close, holding her near as she came back down.
All was still in the room, the two lovers enjoying the afterglow of passionate interlude. The only sound left in room was Bill's deep masculine void inquiring, "Comfortable?
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