Layanna #2
“This is the Museum of Sex, it preserves and presents the history, evolution, and cultural significance of human sexuality. It features art exhibits, both traditional and interactive, so I hope you’re ready to explore.
I rented the museum out for the night and brought in a personal chef to prepare dinner for us and featured artist Carole Feuerman, who is considered one of the world's most renowned, influential, and popular hyperrealist sculptors. After dinner and wine, Carole will personally guide us through her exhibit and her process for creating. After, we can check out some of the interactive exhibits like Super Funland: Journey into the Erotic Carnival. How does that sound, Princess?”
My words were stuck on my tongue, the thoughtfulness, the uniqueness, the desire to give me an experience I’ve never had, wow.
“Sounds amazing, absolutely amazing. I’m so excited and aroused.”
Smirking, Ahmir replied, “I know, baby.”
As we headed inside, we were greeted by the staff and shown to the area where we’d be enjoying dinner.
Carole Feurman was arriving to be seated with her partner and two other select guests at the same time we arrived to be seated.
After introductions were made, we fell into a very chill conversation that felt as if we were all old friends.
I had been nervous to meet a woman of her accomplishments and caliber; however, she was very kind, funny, and open.
“Layanna, you are so beautiful, tell me more about you,” Carole said.
Heat finding my cheeks, I smiled warmly, “Thank you so much. I’m the head of pediatric cardiothoracic surgery at Winston Hills Memorial Hospital, mom of a 20-year-old who attends Juilliard and an 18-year-old hoping to become an attorney like my late husband.
After becoming a widow, I decided that I would forge a new path and am now happily part of a polyamorous polycule that includes two incredibly handsome men and an outlandishly gorgeous woman. ”
I could see the intrigue dance over the faces at the table at my openness, and I could feel the heat radiating from Ahmir’s body from his growing arousal.
“I assume this handsome man is one of your partners?”
“Yes, correct.”
“You know, art is born from daring to be different, daring to take risks, daring to live a truth that doesn’t align with societal norms. So many people want to go along to get along, never rocking the boat, prone to mediocrity.
I rarely meet women of your caliber, educated, successful, beautiful, and completely in tune with their sexual power as women, dare I say it, I’m a fan and would like to keep in touch beyond tonight. ”
“ I-I am honored by your kind words, and would love to connect beyond tonight. I’ll be sure to give you my contact information before we leave.”
Holding up her glass, Carole raised a toast, “Cheers to great art, beautiful company, and blossoming connections!”
“CHEERS!” We all said in unison.
As the night went on, we enjoyed a delicious five-course meal with the perfect wine pairing, thanks to our personal sommelier.
After dinner, Carole guided us through her exhibit as we shared laughs, discussed life, and gushed over how incredibly talented she was.
The exhibit, Long Island Girl, featured sculptures dating as far back as 1976.
They were so realistic, capturing the essence and beauty of the human body.
After making our way through her exhibit, she opted to stay and explore the rest of the museum with us.
The energy was electric, filled with fun and flirtation.
Throughout the night, Ahmir would touch me, kiss me, lick me, and whisper a combination of nasty and sweet nothings in my ear.
As the night wrapped up, true to her word, Carole made sure to get my contact information and give me hers as we discussed getting together in Winston Hills so that she could see the beauty that gave birth to me.
In the car headed back to Ahmir’s place, I couldn’t keep my hands off him.
We’d let the partition up and I was on my knees between his muscular thighs getting my face fucked so aggressively that I could feel my lips swelling as my saliva was running down the sides of my mouth and my mascara running as my eyes watered.
“Look at you being a nasty bitch and getting your lipstick smeared in the back of this car. Choke on this dick like a good girl,” He coached as I took him deeper, gagging on his dick.
“Mmmmhmmm,” I moaned, mouth full, pussy creaming.
Trying to grab his dick and stroke it, Ahmir slapped my hand away, “The only thing I want touching my dick is your tongue and throat, put your hands behind your back.”
I was on the edge of squirting everywhere, he was talking to me like a nasty ass slut, and I was so aroused I could barely think straight.
Making my way to the base of his dick, giving him my whole throat, I stuck my tongue out and grazed the area between his ass and his balls.
I felt his body jerk, and I knew at that moment I was about to snatch his soul.
“Fuckkkkk, you about to make Daddy cum, Princess.”
I kept my throat wrapped firmly around his dick as I flexed my throat muscles, continuing to use my wet tongue to stimulate his perineum. I could feel his body start to tense as he reached down, grabbing my throat and forcing his dick in and out of my mouth roughly.
“Catch every drop, don’t make a fucking mess,” as he exploded all in my mouth and down my throat just as we pulled up to his building. We couldn’t get in the house fast enough as he kissed me nastily, groping my ass and playing with my nipples the whole elevator ride up.
As we entered the penthouse, Ahmir had his phone out recording me as I walked ahead of him. Turning around, I stopped as I released my hair from the French Roll, letting it topple down my back as I shook it.
“So fucking sexy,” Mir complimented with his eyes laser-focused on me.
“I know,” was my only response as I turned back around and continued in the direction of his bedroom.
I didn’t have to look back to make sure he was behind me, I knew he was, I could feel his growing need and desire for me, it heated the room up like a sauna.
Walking up behind me, Ahmir unzipped my dress as I stepped out of it, bending over so that my ass was right on his dick as I unbuckled my heels.
I heard a groan of wanton come from behind me as my diamond-covered ass bounced up and down against his hardness as I grabbed my ankles.
I looked back at Ahmir as I bit my lip, grinding against him while he continued to record.
“Dinner was amazing, but I know you’re ready to eat,” I spoke as I slid my fingers between my sticky pussy lips and rubbed myself softly, “Mmmmm, I’m ready to feed you.”
Ahmir stepped back, unbuttoned his blazer to remove it, and leaned forward, licking me from my pussy to my asshole, giving extra attention to my ass. My body jerking forward in pleasure.
“Keep grabbing those ankles, don’t let go,” he muttered with his mouth full as he returned his attention to eating me from the back.
“Mirrrrrrr,” the moans fell from my lips as I found my balance and started grinding my pussy all over his face nice and nasty. Nothing could be heard but my moans and his tongue sloshing through my dripping wet pussy and puckered back door.
“I promised you pleasure in every hole if you were patient, and you were so patient for Daddy. I want you completely naked and in the bed face down, ass up,” he finished, smacking my ass.
Eager to be pleased, I did as I was told, removing my heels, diamond thong and bra, climbing in the bed arching as deep as I could, while looking back to see Ahmir undressed and grabbing my favorite purple rose and lube, causing my clit to pulsate at the thought of the pleasure in store for my body.
I reached between my thighs, dipping two digits into my soaked pussy, being sure to collect the cream that gathered at the hole as I slid them into my ass, nice and slow, watching Ahmir watch me as he made his way to the bed.
“I got it from here, just take it like a big girl,” were his last words before he slid my fingers out of my ass and into his mouth, sucking and licking them, moaning his pleasure with my taste.
Letting my fingers fall from his lips, he spread my ass open and let a generous amount of lube run down my ass, causing my body to start to warm in anticipation.
It had been some time since I had an anal induced orgasm, and I was primed and ready to cum from getting my tight little asshole stroked slowly.
“Can Daddy deep stroke you here, Baby?” He asked as he pushed his thumb in my back door with only slight resistance. The fleeting pain gave way to pleasure quickly.
“Yesssss Daddy,” fell from my lips as I rotated my ass on his thumb.
Removing his thumb, my body jerked at the feeling of his swollen mushroom head pushing into my ass.
“Relax and let me in, I promise to make you feel amazing, baby,” his voice soothing me as he pushed inside me slowly and gently, inch by inch. Finally situated deep in my asshole, I heard a vibrating noise and then felt it on my clit.
“Ohhhh fuck Mir, fuck me daddy!”
“Nah, you fuck me. Stroke my dick with your ass.”
“Fuckkkkk, mmmmm” I moaned out as I slid my ass up and down his fat dick while my rose vibrated on my pearl, pushing me near the edge of pleasure.
“Shitttt you taking this dick, I wish you could see how this phat ass is eating my dick up, FUCK!”
The filthy shit Ahmir was saying to me sent me toppling over as an orgasm rocked me to my core, and my body shook and convulsed on his dick.
“Good girl, but you owe me one more. I have one more hole to make a mess in,” sliding out of one hole and into the other, never taking the rose off my clit. While Ahmir had been gentle with my ass, he was taking me hard and rough now.
Sending a thunderous slap to my ass, rubbing the stinging pain away, “I want my pussy to squirt all over this dick.”
We matched each other stroke for stroke, and the wet sounds of our lovemaking permeated the room.
My cries of pleasure created a symphony of eroticism with his grunts of satisfaction.
The night had been an orchestra of pleasure.
To be pleased mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically.
Not only was this man taking my body up and through it, he was taking my soul with it.
I’d experienced a perfect love with Angel; it was evident in the loving life we’d built together, the beautiful children we’d raised together.
But here I was, building another beautiful life, completely different from the last, yet still filled with love and adoration.
Flipping me over so that I was now on my back, my legs wrapped around Ahmir’s waist, he bent down to kiss me passionately. My eyes were very low, nearly closed, as I enjoyed every stroke being pushed into me.
“You feel so good, Yanna, fuck” his strokes becoming more erratic and picking up speed.
“If I feel that good, then empty every drop inside your pussy,” I managed to get out as I grabbed his throat with one hand and grabbed his waist with the other.
I was about to have yet another orgasm, and I could feel that Ahmir was too.
“Cum in me, Daddy, so I can push it out and rub it all over my pussy, pleaseeeeee,” my orgasm coursing through my body.
“FUCKKKKKKKKKK,” Ahmir yelled out as I felt him empty every drop inside me. Sliding out of me, he looked down between my legs, and true to my word, I pushed every drop out and rubbed it all over my sensitive, puffy pussy.
“Good girl,” Ahmir praised as he lay beside me, perspiration covering our exhausted bodies.
“I love you, Mir. Thank you for tonight, it was perfect.” My eyes drifted shut. I felt Ahmir get up, but I never opened my eyes. I knew he was going to get a warm rag. My assumption was confirmed when I felt him cleaning me as I drifted completely to sleep.