Felicia met me on the rooftop Tapas bar, on a night hot and sultry, where the air itself is magnetized, and the bones become sensual and languid from the heat. She was my Tinder date for the night, in a period where I was dating many women.
I liked Felicia immediately. She had soft and delicate white skin and and a round face whose cheeks were embellished with a pair of deep dimples. But Felicia had one thing that immediately irritated me – a high pitched, nasal voice – and throughout the date was saying pompous and naive things which gave me a rumble in my belly and made me want to rough her up. Probably because she was quite different from many of the girls I was meeting at the time. Felicia was a rich sheltered girl who exuded the politeness and naiveté of true wealth, wealth which was clear in the simple but exquisite cut and cloth of her blue dress, and the delicate overpolite manners she had.
As we ate and drank I could see in the depth of Felicia’s eyes a softness and a hunger, almost a desperation to be touched. I seduced her as we ate with my glances and my words, biding my time like a patient predator, waiting for the first opportunity to take her. We finished our meal and drank sangria on the terrace of the rooftop bar watching the lights of the city below, and Felicia was mouthing off like a chatterbox, her nasal voice piercing my tympans, when half to shut her up, I reached over to her grabbed her from behind pulling her body toward me, and kissed her deeply. She melted like butter in my arms as I crushed my body against hers, kissing her deeply, and sliding my tongue in her mouth, as I pressed my hips up against hers, making sure she could feel the hard stiffening of my cock pressing against her body.
My conquest of Felicia was effortless- she was so young and so hungry. I took her back to my hotel that night, in the taxi listening to her talk away about her failed marriage and her ex-husband who, for one reason or another didn’t desire her, although I could not understand why, as her body seemed soft and sumptuous under that expensive dress she was wearing
When we arrived at my hotel, I began to undress Felicia, kissing her face and neck and body, sliding her out of that fancy blue address to reveal exquisite negligee underneath – underwear soft delicate, evidently expensive, panties which probably cost more than everything I was wearing. I peeled her panties off Felicia’s inviting body, as she begged me to take it slow with her, telling me she hadn’t made love to anyone in the five years, since she divorced. Amazed, I lay her gently down on the bed and began to softly discover Felicia’s body with my mouth and hands. Felicia had the smoothest body and the smoothest skin I had ever seen – as if her entire body were made out of one pure perfect piece of skin, flawless and without blemish, without mole or pimple or scar, a body soft and womanly, voluptuous and welcoming.
I spread her legs before me to reveal a pussy as exquisite as her panties. And I climbed on top of her and pressed my cock inside slowly inside her near-virginal pussy, soft and untouched for years. I watched as a wave of pleasure traversed her body as I penetrated her for the first time. Watching her reactions carefully, I slowly entered her time and again, enjoying every second of the softest wettest cunt I I have ever had the pleasure of entering. Added to the pleasure of fucking her magnificent pussy, was the pleasure of knowing that mine was the first cock in five years to enter her. I made love to Felicia for hours that night, pinning her wrists to the bed while whispering filthy little nothings into her ear, which I nibbled now and again, hearing her high-pitched voice rise with pleasure, as I thrusted my cock deeper and deeper inside her, bringing her to orgasm, before coming inside Felicia’s most juicy and welcoming of cunts, and collapsing on her soft body.
We chatted and Felicia thanked me for making her feel like a woman once again, for making you her feel wanted, beautiful, an object of sex and desire. I told her that she was far more desirable than she ever knew, and told her what a fantastic cunt she had (using those very direct and lustful words to provoke her on purpose) and that was a waste in a shame that she wasn’t getting my cock inside her every day, and that I would gladly do her the honour. Yet I could recognize in her eyes a true danger of her falling in love with me, which was the last thing I wanted. I only wanted her exquisitely soft body, and her near-virginal pussy and soft pulpy lips to be mine. To avoid future complications, I told Felicia I didn’t want to be dishonest with her, and that myself also having gone through a brutal breakup I had no intentions for monogamy and wished only to relish the pleasures of her body, but would continue to fuck other woman. Felicia seemed both bothered and intrigued by this, as it went against her nature, but she understood, it seemed, and accepted, asking me only not to tell her of when I was meeting others.
The conversation ended and finding that my cock was stiffening once again, I took Felicia gently by the head, and guided her down to my erection which, I slid in her mouth. Felicia he started licking and sucking me, watching me to see my reaction, and I was waiting to feel the lust rise, but in fact she was awful at it. She was all teeth and rigid movements, and was giving me the most uncomfortable of blowjobs I had ever had in my life. When I told her that to start to guide her towards my pleasure, Felicia seemed offended, hurt. I laughed and told Felicia to not worry, that I would make her my trainee, and that by the time I was done with her, she would be such an expert and giving blowjobs, that no man would ever be able to resist her skills.
And although I was fucking several other women at the time, Felicia was by far my favourite. I liked above all her innocence, curiosity, hunger to learn, and of course the unparalleled softness of her incredible cunt.
Felicia would come over to me every Sunday morning, right before she was to sing in the church choir, to take my cock in her mouth, and my cum in her throat, for me to teach her how her be a woman. And I did, showing Felicia everything I knew, loving every moment being inside her pussy.
When she walked in my room, the first thing I would always ask is “are you ready for your next lesson?” before pushing her down on her knees, to show her how to suck my cock. I told Felicia that the most basic of rules was that more than anything else she needed to want to please and if she gets that down everything will follow. I pulled out my cock and taught her how to lick and suck; how to cover her teeth with her lips; I told her how to stare in my eyes as she licked my shaft; showed her how to use her hands to increase the pleasure and depth; I showed her how to tease the testicles with her mouth with her fingernails; and how to slide a finger un the ass to put a man over the edge. Slowly Felicia progressed, feeling less and less ashamed, taking more and more pleasure from in her body and her feminine skills, and in feeling my cock in her mouth. Felicia went from being offended at my having my cum in her mouth, to taking pleasure in imbibing my sperm, ever offering her face or tongue for me to cover with my cum.
I very much loved these soft Sunday mornings having my cock inside Felicia’s smooth young mouth, and the knowledge that I was teaching skills that would last her a lifetime. I also thoroughly enjoyed the soft Sunday matinal hours lubricating Felicia’s throat with my cum, an d the transgressive thought that it was just before she was to go to church to sing. And after two months of training her in the art of cocksucking, Felicia had a reached a talent and skill of any woman I had been with, excepting the area of rough facefucking, which she was too delicate to accept.
We were meeting at that point several times each week, and in all that time I don’t think Felicia once wore the same pair of underwear twice. Yet, we were not destined to last forever. After I had taught her most of what I knew, Felicia began to have little rushes of jealousy. She started to complain to me that I was using her for nothing but my own pleasure, which was true and what I had admitted from the beginning. I pointed out that she was too using me for her own pleasure, before sliding my cock inside her once again, and making her orgasm violently as punishment for her whining.
Our relationship was not to last longer after that, as I knew, because she got successively more jealous, although that saddened me, I felt a certain measure of pride that although I couldn’t provide Felicia with the love she was seeking, I was able to make her wanted and desired, make her wet and hungry, and broke that sexless spell and of pain and difficulty since the breakup from her ex, and that at the least I was leaving her with with extraordinary cocksucking skills which would serve her well for the rest of her life.
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