The Estate 3, James Series, shopping with Tiffany. [M40’s] [F20’s] [Cheating] [Sugar dating].

Pre shopping.

I arrived at the apartment complex shortly before noon, the May sun was shining from a clear blue skin. I parked my car, and walked to the street door, unlocked it and up the stairs to the third floor, and toward the glass and steel door to Tiffany’s door. I tried the handle to see if it was looked, it was, I got my key out and opened it.

The apartment was big, the furniture and decor are something, but then again so are Tiffany. Hardwood floors, carved wooden panels. Everything that could be handcrafted was handcrafted, and not just handcrafted, but mastercrafted.

A young woman dressed in a pale pink silk bathrobe walked out of the bathroom, her blond hair slightly curled, and carrying a hair band on her wrist, and not wearing any make-up. “Oh, Jamie, do you remember that there is a doorphone system this appartment system, right?” She asked, slightly chiding. I lift a stained glass sculpure towards the light. “Tiffie, you do recall that I, pay the mortage on this apartment, right.” I asked as if it was a piece of trivia I just remember. She walked toward me, hugging me from behind, resting her chin on my should. “I remember Daddy.” She whispered with a smile on her lips. One of her fingers played with my belt buckle, another carressed the zipper on my jeans. “How about we go to the couch, you make yourself comfortable, and I show you, how much I appreciate that fact.” She whispered seductively in my ear.

She grabbed my hand and led me to the black leather couch, where an unfurled grey blanket covered the black leather. She pulled me closer, I could feel her breast pressing against me, as she tip-toed, planting a soft kiss on my lower lip, before biting it. I returned the kiss. As we kissed, we slowly turned around, so that I was standing with my back to the couch. She started to kiss my neck, down toward my chest and shirt. She started to unbutton my shirt, planting a series of kisses down my torso. As she moved lower down, she dropped to her knees, before opening my pants and pulling them and my boxers down. “Don’t you sit down Daddy?” She asks me almost purring. I didn’t questions the wisdom of that question, and sat down. Tiffany started to kiss my manhood, which had not been left unaffected by the latest events. “Let me lick your lolli-lollipop” She hummed before taking all of my growing manhood into her mouth, keeping it there until she needed a few deep breaths. As she moves her head down again, I lightly place my right hand on the back of her head. She once again took my manhood, now fully erect, in her mouth, all the way down, so that her lips touches the base of the shaft, caressing the shaft with her tongue, and again she holds it in her mouth until she needs a few deep breaths. I started to moan slightly. She once again takes my manhood in her mouth, this time she slowly slides her mouth and lips down the length of the shaft, keeping her lips at the base for a few seconds, before slowly sliding back up, licking the head with her tongue for a few seconds. Each time she reaches the base, she keeps the position for a little longer, and each time she reaches the head, she keeps it there for a little longer. At some point I moan, “I’m coming, I’m coming.” As I did that, Tiffany slowly slid her lips back up, pressing them tightly against the shaft just behind the head, as the caressed it with her tongue. Almost instantly I shoot my love juice into her mouth. She moved her hand onto the shaft, softly milking the last of the love juice out of it, before slowly pressing her lips against my love head, as she pulled her head back. I let go of her head. Leaning back, she looked me in the eyes, opening her mouth so that I could see my love juice, before swallowing it all. She got up and leaned over me, so that I had a beautiful view of her breast. “Let me just fix us a drink and get dressed Daddy.” She whispered in my ear, before kissing my cheek, I moved my mouth to kiss her. She responded in kind, the tongue searching for mine, and I let mine show. For maybe a minute we kissed, before she pulled back, and walking back to the kitchen. I got up, pulled my boxers and pants back up. I could her hear her moving around in the kitchen. I was buttoning up my shirt as the returned with two bottles of sparkling water and two glasses. She walked over to me, put a bottle and glass down on the table, Before kissing me on the cheek, saying: “I’ll be back as quickly as possible Daddy.”

I turned the tv and the console on before turning, pouring myself a glass of sparkling water. There was an older football game on. I just went for a casual game, Tiffie apparently played the game on world class with a team called FC Copenhagen, and she preferred starting XI consisting of Olsen – Ankersen, Zanka, Johansson, Augustinssion – Verbic, Delaney, Kvist, Falk – Cornelius, Santander. The default opposition was a team called Brøndby IF. I changed the difficulty to Amateur, I won the first game 2-1 after a little getting use to the controls. I was in the middle of the second half of the second half and up a comfortable 3-0 when Tiffany came into the room, heralded by a discrete smell of lavender and peaches. She still only wore her silken bathrobe, and now make-up, a pair of earrings and a necklace, braided gold and silver sprinkled with amber and red gemstones. She placed a silver tray on the table before sitting down on the couch, watching me play, while smiling and smiling overbearingly. I won the match 4-0. “I could beat you with a hand tied to my back.” She simply stated, rustling my hair. “And I could beat you at a proper shooter.” I retorted jokingly. “I’m sure you could Daddy.” She laughed before kissing me on the cheek. “Now about we get you dressed?” I asked. “Sounds splendidly.” She answered and picking up a pink Lush vibrator. “Get your phone out Daddy and took it up to the Bluetooth.” She continued. I whipped out my phone and connected it to the vibrator. “Now we just need to put it where it goes”. She said seductively, handing me the Lush. She opened her bathrobe, sliding back on the couch, moving her left leg to the side, and stretching her right leg towards me. I kissed her foot, ancle, her legs, slowly moving towards her sweet spot, both of them silkenly smooth. She moaned slightly. My nose caressed her clit, before I started kiss all around the greater sweet spot area, I could feel her getting wet. I brought the Lush against her lips, she licked it and sucked on it, before I pulled it back, and slowly inserting it in her pussy. She moaned as I did. I active the vibrator with my phone, it hummed ever so slightly, and she moan even deeper. She leaned forward, her breath staggered. “Now for number two.” She moaned between breaths, pointing to a small stainless-steel butt-plug and a bottle of lube, before turning around. I picked up the lube and butt-plug, the metal luke warm to the touch. She turned around and pulled up her bathrobe, exposing her butt. I poured a bit of lube over her empty hole. I slid the butt-plug up and down her pussy, coating it in her juices, before moving it in front of her mouth. “Suck it.” I commanded, and she obeyed, moaning slightly. “Open up.” I commanded once again, and again she complied. I pressed it against her butthole. She moaned as I pressed it in, and it a small swup, both her holes where plucked. I pulled down her bathrobe, and she turned around. We looked each other in the eyes, she smiled, I gave her Lush a 10 second pulse, she moaned. “What else have we got Tiffie?” I asked. “Well Daddy, there is always the lingerie, I prefer to start with stockings and garters belts.” She answered, pulling forth a purple garter belt, grabbing it with her teeth, straddling me. I grabbed the garter belt with my teeth, which lead to a soft, tender, long drawn-out kiss. She pulled her bathrobe robe, while I placed the garter belt around her waist. She rose up and picked something before sitting down across from me on the couch, tossing the stockings to me. I put one down and rolled one up and putting it on her foot. I started to kiss my way up her leg, following close behind with the stocking. As I reached the middle of her thigh, I fastened the stocking to the garter belt, kissing my way down the stocking, before kissing all the way down on the stocking. I rolled up the other stocking, put it on her foot, and once again paved the way for the stocking with kisses, on my way down, gave the Lush a series of short sharp pulses, which caused Tiffie’s breath to become short and sharp. “So Tiffie, what is next.” I asked once more, as she struggled to gain control of her breath, albeit I did not much to help by sending a series of short sharp impulses on the Lush at irregular intervals. Heaving for her breath she tossed me a pair of panties, a pair of deep purple thongs. I unfurled them, and slipped them over her feet, as I pulled them up over her legs, I kissed them, feeling the smooth silken fabric of her stockings against my lips. She moaned deeply. Her moans became deeper, as I came closer to her womanhood. I stopped kissing her as I slid them the last bit on her. She moaned, begging me to continue to kiss her. I only kissed her where the thong covered her skin. I picked up the smaller piece on the silver tray. A bra, a cute strapless deep purple one with a floral glacial green lace pattern and a front locking clasp, I moved behind her, cupping the cups of her bra, placing the cups to cover her breasts, she tilted her head back, exposing her neck and shoulder to my kisses, allowing me to leave a trail of kisses for her neck all the way up to her ear lopes. I could feel her deeps breaths as my hands cupped the cups of her bra and her breasts. The smell of her perfume, a light and pleasant mixture of lavender and peaches. As she gained control of her breath, she moved a hand up and closed the claps of her bra. “What’s up next?” I asked, looking at the tray there was only a larger piece of pale pink cloth, which she tossed to me, I unfurled to reveal a pale pink silken dress, with deep purple circular lace details on one side. I found the front of it, hold that side away from me before she stepped into it, and I slid it up her on her, she stuck her right arm through the arm opening before I continued to slide et up on her. I zipped the zipper. The dress covered the right should, following her curves, before it stopped just above her knees. The lace pattern started atop the right shoulder, followed the top of the dress, flowing down on the left side of her body, and on both sides of the cut that went ¾ the way up on her thigh, and followed the hem around the bottom of the dress.

Shopping trip.

As we got to the register, and the cashier scanned the barcode I was again baffled by the price, about a month’s worth of my daughter’s college tuition, each, and I got her three pairs. She leaned in against me, kissing me on my cheek, the smell of lavender and peaches from her perfume mixing with the cherry smell of her lipstick. I grabbed her butt, she gently squeezed my manhood. “Thank you so much Daddy.” She whispered in my ear. “I can’t wait to suck take your manhood all the way down my throat after you have given it to me good and hard from behind.

Post shopping.

As we got to the apartment and locked ourselves in, I put the shopping backs down, while she turned on the apartment surround sound, a string orchestra played some sensual jazzy tunes. “Why don’t you set the shoes down, neatly, while I head to my bedroom to get ready for the payment.” She whispered in my ear. “Sounds like a plan.” I answered. I put the shopping bags down, and picked up each pair of shoes. The stiletto heels was a full 8 inches. Beautiful instruments of torture in the name of beauty. I placed them neatly on the shoe rack. She had at least a score and a half of masterfully handcrafted shoes. All of them stilettos, none of them with a heel of less than 6 inches. I hung my jacket on a hanger, and hung it on the rack. I left my keys and phone there as well, before taking off my shoes and socks “Are you ready Tiffie?” I called across the apartment. “Ready for you my Jamie.” She called back. Making sure to bring another piece of jewelry for her.

I walked into her bedroom, and I’m always taken a back with that room. On the far wall from the door are a large window sections, with small pieces of glass coloured in all colours of the rainbow. Sharing the wall with the door are her make up table, rosewood tree, handcarved with erotic ingravings all over, and sharing the same wall, was her walkin-closet, covered in an erotic paint in ancient greek style. Every peice of clothing in there was handcrafted, one of a kind, and always sent to a most careful cleaning service. The two last walls were something, one had her bed at the center. The bedframe, hand crafted magaony, once more with erotic carvings, all the sheets where silken in either pink or black, a laced viel in green, purple an orange covered the bed. The other wall was the toy wall. Adults toys. Neatly lined up, there are erotic museums that would love to have her collection.

Tiffany lay on the bed. She had ditched her dress, just laying there looking all seductive in her lingerie. I opened and undid my shirt, before taking off my pants. Wearing only my boxers, I walked to the bed, pulled the veil to the side and lay down next to her. “Oh Daddy, I’m so happy for my new shoes.” She said as hand cuddled my cheek. Her skin soft as silk against my short beard. She leaned forward, and we started to kiss, her lips as silken soft as her skin. Gently at first, then intoxicated on pure lust. She just has an effect on me, and it seems to consume her as well. She rolled, so that she was over me. Straddling me with her hips. My hands found her hips butt. She unclasped her bra, and tossed it away, she leaned forward. I kissed her round and soft breast. Her right hand found the bugle in my boxers. Rubbing it. “Oh Daddy. You have spoiled my fun!” She mockingly moaned. She grabbed my right hand, leading it to the bed frame where she tied it to the bedpost, she did the same with my left hand. I just kissed her breasts while she did it. Her nipples were hard. She moaned gently. She grabbed a glass bottle with lube from the table. “Here hold this for me, Darling.” She smilingly ordered me, placing the bottle in my hand. She once more reached for the table, grabbing a gag-ball. “Open wide Jamie boy.” She said. I willingly obliged her, she gagged me. She dismounted me, laying down next to, she kissed my forehead while she slid her panties off. She grabbed a condom from under a pillow, and expertly put it on me with her mouth. The feeling of her mouth against my manhood caused me to moan. The gagball muffled my moanings. She took the bottle of lube, and poured a healthy dose over my manhood, placing the bottle back in my hand. Then she pulled the buttplug out of her. She moaned. She once more straddled me, with her hand, she guided my hard and erect manhood up her butt, she gasped as it slid in. I felt the vibrations from the Lush inside her. The thightness of her anus, and the vibrations from the Lush, a tingling feeling raditated from my manhood down to my groin. She gently started to ride me. Up and down, forwards and backwards. She placed her left hand on my chest, digging her nails into me. The pain was pleasurable. She leaned forward, once more taking the lube, pouring a good dose over her breast, and placing the bottle in my hand again. She leaned back, rubbing the lube over her breasts, and increasing the speed by which she rode me. She moaned, and so did I. Her movements, the vibrations, the pleasure, pure ecstasy She leaned forward, now looking me in the eyes. I saw lust, control and mischief in her eyes. The movement of her hips had not changed the least. It was as if gravity did not have any powers over her fantastic tits. The smallest droplets of sweat gathered on her forehead. She let her fingers slide over my face, the soft touch of skin against mine. She moved her hand down to my throat, just under my jaw. She held her hand there, with neither pressure or weight on it. I felt her groin contract even further around my manhood. She did not move up nor down. She tried to dampen her moans by biting down on her lips. She tilted her head back. She thrusted her breast forward. Her back arched. Her rocking back and forth had stopped. She drew a single droplet of blood on her lips. She moved her groin in slow circular movements. She dug her nails of her left hand into my chest. I was sure she would pierce the skin, that she would draw blood. The pain conflicted with the pleasure I felt in my manhood. She did not draw blood with her nails. Her moans deepened. She gasped for breath in between her moans. Her chest heaved with every breath. She opened her mouth. Every muscle in her body tensed. A series of low rumbling moans and gasp escaped her throat. She gasped for breath. Her muscled relaxed. She dug her nails out of my chest. Her head bent forward. Her entire torso rose when she inhaled. She leaned forward. Placing her weight on my chest. Her entire torso fell when she exhaled. She opened her eyes, straightened her back. She gazed into my eyes, and I gazed in hers. She moved her right index finger to her lips, and wiped the blood off her lips. She looked at it. She wiped blood off on my forehead. “As long as you draw breath, you’re mine.” She said solemnly. She started slowly to move up and down again. Her right hand, moved back under the base of my skull. She slid her left hand down my face scratching it with her manicured nails, most likely leaving red marks down my face. She continued her left hand ways down across my neck, shoulders and chest, leaving circular patterns of red marks in their wakes. With her right hand, she squeezed every so gently down on my throat, cutting down on the blood reaching my head, leaving me a little light headed. I I closed my eyes, and my entire body started to tense up. She let go of my throat and lifted her hips, causing my manhood to almost slide out of her. She waited until I opened my eyes again. She gently slid her butt down over manhood again, riding me again. Her right hand found the sweet points just below the base of my skull once again. Once again she brought me to the brink of orgasm. This time, she got off entirely. When I opened my eyes again I had another pillow under my head, and she was sitting on the knees looking at me between my legs, with a smile not unlike that of a cat that have found a mouse with its tail stuck in a door. She grabbed a box of wet wipes. She pulled the condom off with the first wet wipe, and with the second, she gently wiped it down. She bent forward, kissing and licking the head of my manhood. She looked me in the eyes. She started to take it deeper and and deeper. Untill she had my entire manhood in her mouth and her lips touching my groin. She kept her head there for several seconds. She once again moved her head up and down, her tongue and lips doing great work. I felt my entire body tense up, my neck arched up, I looked at the mirror that the veil was attached to. I screamed my orgasm out, the gag ball making it into a muffled moaned. She held her head all the way over my manhood. All of my love juices shoot into her mouth. I heaved for breath, the gag-ball not quite helping the matter. Tiffany crawled up, over my stomach and belly. She opened her mouth, showing me my love juices. She swalled it all, and licked her lips. She started to gently kiss the gag-ball, slowly starting to french kiss it. She undid the gagball, grabbing my head with her hands. Forcing our kisses to be gentle to start with. For several minutes we just kissed. “You do need a drink darling.” She asked. “Yes please.” I answered. She got of the bed, grabbing a black silk kimino, walking to the kitchen. Her heels going clik-clak wall the way.

I picked up my boxers and got them on. I got up and picked up the the box from the jewelry store. Her cat sat on one of the shelves with sex toys. It was coloured in two shades of orange in a striped pattern. It looked at me with the bored and intense look of a body guard. I heard the click-clak getting louder again. She walked back into the room. Two small bottles of sparkling water in her left hand. She looked at her cat and stretched him behind the ears. She handed me a bottle. We unscrewed the bottle caps, and clinked the bottles before drinking our fill. She looked at the box in my hand. “What do you have there Darling?” She asked. “Oh, just a little something for you sweetie.” I answered. “why don’t you sit down?” I asked. She smiled at me, and sat down. “Close your eyes.” I whispered in her ear, she obliged. I opened the box. There was a small necklace. Made from links of pure silver inlaid with gemsones of rubies, amathyst, jadeite, amber, black spinel, white sapphires, emeralds and bicoloured sapphires. I gently placed the necklaces around her delicate neck, and closing the lock on it. I picked up the hand held mirror hanging on next to the mirror on the make up table. “You may open your eyes Tfiffie.” I whispered in her ear. Which she gently did. What had seconds ago been a small smile, tunred into a huge smile as she looked in the mirror. “Oh, darling, it is wonderfully beautiful.” She exclaimed. She reached her arom around my head, and kissed me on my cheek. Her hand moved down, and grabbed at my manhood, which quickly rose to attention. She sat on the chair, starting to suck on my manhood. She pushed the chair away, and dropped to her knees. She continued to suck it, deepthroating it once again. “Let me have you properly”. I moaned. “Anything for you Daddy.” She moaned back. She got back up. I pulled her kimino down, and turned her round, so the she faced the mirror on the make-up table. I reached down and pulled the Lush out. before pushing her forward. I grabbed on her hip with my left hand. With my right hand, I guided my manhood into her. She moaned deeply. Gently thrusting into her, I moved my right hand up her back, up her neck, and to the back of her head, under her hair. Taking a firm hold of her head. I increased the pace of my thrusting. She had one hand on the table, with other in her sweet spot. The sound she made was somewhere between a purr and a moan. I moaned while heaving for breath. We held eye contact in the mirror. “Keep it right there, keep it right there.” She moaningly begged, as she was about to climax. I obliged. Her muscles centracted in orgams, I orgasmed. Shooting my love juice inside her. I pulled out. I pulled her into me. I was heaving for breath. She laughed and smiled. My right hand still held her head. Her hands cupped my face. Our lips and tongues meet in passionate embrace. For what seemed like an eternity, there were onyl us and our embrace. I pulled away. We were both heaving for breath. “Darling, I think it is getting late. Didn’t you have an appointment to night?” She asked. “It is, and I do.” I answered. “I should grab a shower.” I continued. Sbe took a deep breath through her nose. “Yes you should darling.” She said, her soft hands still around my head. She walked to the wardrobe and got out towel, and tossed it to me. I catched it and walked to the bathroom. Her cat still sat at the shelf. Looking at me far more intently and aggressively, as a bodyguard who doesn’t you like, and what you’re doing. I picked up my pants and shirt and walked to the bathroom. I showered, and dried myself, before I got dressed. I walked out of the bathroom, Tiffany was waiting for me, just wore the black silk kimono and the necklace, and no heels. I was almost surprised of how low she seemed again. She held me shoes and socks in her hands. Let me help you Darling.” She said with a sly smile in her eyes. She dropped to both her knees in front of me. I felt my manhood rising in my pants. When she’d finished helping me. I had a sizable bugle in my pants. She touched it gently, and gave it a light kiss before she got back up. She tip-toed up against me, I placed my hands on her hips. “Poor little guy, thought he was about to be spoiled again.” She whispered in my ear, and gave my cheek a quick kiss. She took me by the hand, and led me to the hallway where she helped me in my jacked. She stuck her feet in a pair of stilettos. She cupped my face in her hands, and I placed my hands on her hips. “Until next time Darling.” She said. “Until next time Sweetie.” I replied. We kissed again. A passionate lovers-embrace. We pulled away, looked each others in the eyes. Kissed again gently. I open the door, got a kiss on my cheek. I walked down the staircase, she stood here, in the door, waving at me, I waved back. As the stairs led down, and she dissapeared out of sight, I didn’t hear her close the door. I got back out, her apartment not visible from the parking lot. The May sun had held is promise, it was still a beautiful day.

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