Madame B - Ecstasy

He stays where he is and slides off his tie. Then, achingly slowly, the little cunt-tease starts to unbutton his shirt, turning his back to me so I can't see his chest and torso. I'm aching to find out whether he's got that little line of hair on his stomach running down to his pubes and what color his nipples are, but I want to check out his ass, too. Oh, what a dilemma!

"I want to see you," I beg. He looks over his shoulder, unsmiling, and lets his shirt drop to the floor. His back is a crisscross of slender, athletic muscle splayed over a lean body just the way I like it. No spare flesh at all. I'll provide the curves, thank you very much. Again, I look down at my own rippling flesh and imagine what it'll feel like when his light, bony hips grind against my own soft pelvis. He unbuckles his belt and drops his trousers-he's not wearing any boxers-to reveal the most beautiful, hairless, tight little ass I've seen in a long, long time. His legs are lean, too. He bends down to kick off his trousers, and his leg muscles ripple like those of a swimmer gliding through a pool. I can't help myself, and my hand goes between my legs in anticipation of the erection he's about to show me. He turns around slowly and-

What the fuck?

My first thought is that this is some childish joke, that he's tucked his dick between his legs. But as my eyes travel up the body before me I notice that there really is nothing between his legs, that there's a very subtle swelling of the hips, and there, at the top of the hairless chest, are two delightfully tiny little tits with huge pink nipples sitting up and begging for my attention. I've never seen anything like those nipples-at least the same size as the whole tit, even as I watch them hardening into two rose pink, puffed-up petals.

"I thought you knew…" Ash's voice falters, and now of course I can't believe that I didn't know. And I have a choice here. I can either get really, really fucking angry and throw her out into the night, or I can listen to my body, because even as my eyes remain glued to Ash's jutting hip bones and dark, untamed bush, I'm thinking You know what? This girl is hot.

Ash's confidence is on the wane now. She can tell I'm hesitating, and I know that she still wants me, really wants me, and that's what makes my mind up. Because if there's one thing that gets me off, it's the look in someone's eyes when they've seen me and they want me. I laugh at my own naivete as much as anything else, and it breaks the tension.

"You wanted to return the favor?" she says, falteringly, and walks over to where I'm sitting, so that the black hair on her mound is level with my eyes.

"I've never been with a woman," I tell her, and it's true, but this wiry little bitch is half-boy half-girl, and I want her all the more for it. I breathe in her musk, and it makes me dizzy with lust. I reach up and flick one of those nipples with my thumb and forefinger to check that it's real. It glows under my touch. Oh, baby, it's real all right.

She comes closer, puts her bush right in my face, and while I'm thinking about sliding my tongue into that tuft of darkness, she slides down my body, so I can feel her pussy juices moisten my own tits, and when her head is just above mine, she offers me one of those cute little boobs. I wrap my own soft lips around her nipple, but her tits are so tiny I can fit the whole thing in my mouth and still have room left over to suck at the skin around her breasts. I get greedy. I've got her tit so far into my mouth that I'm close to gagging on her nipple, which almost nuzzles at the back of my throat.

Then we're lying back on the sofa, kissing, really deep-throat kissing, and instinct or force of habit has me groping between her legs, searching for a hard-on to guide into my hungry slit. Of course all I feel is Ash's own soft, wet sex, surrounded by her pubic hair,which is surprisingly downy and soft. My hands travel up and down the inside of her thighs instead, and suddenly I'm the nervous one. I can think of a million ways to have fun with a hard-on, but my experience of getting another woman off is another thing. I needn't worry though. I can tell that Ash likes what I'm doing because her nipples are harder as they rub against my own tits, which make slapping sounds as our bodies collide, and I can hear a faint kissing noise as our two soaking pussies rub together.

Ash pulls away, tucks a curl behind my ear, and grins at me. "God, you're bewitching," she says, in that gravelly voice too deep for a girl and too high for a boy. She's pretty bewitching herself. She lies on top of me on the sofa. We're welded together and spend a couple of minutes embracing, just letting the sexual tension build up. I'm buying myself time, too, building up the confidence to put my face where I know she wants me to. The longer we stay holding each other, the more I want to slide my tongue inside her and make her come. The more I think about this, the more urgent it seems, until desire overtakes shyness, and I've got to taste her. I flip that long, tall body around 180 degrees so that she's the one on her back now. I turn my back on her and straddle her tummy, parting her legs with my arms and breathing in before I dive. My ass, which I hope she likes the look of, is up on her chest.

I delve, voraciously. She smells good, and she tastes amazing, too. Her clit is like a little cock, erect and sensitive, and I can feel it growing harder with my every touch. She's moaning behind me, repeating everything she says twice.

"Nina… Nina… fuck, yeah… fuck, yeah…"

And then I feel what I want to happen.A sharp, delving tongue parting my ass cheeks and making its way to my own pussy. Because of the angle, she has to stimulate my clit with her hands, and she does this beautifully, holding it just lightly enough between her thumb and forefinger, gently tugging while her tongue swirls around my lips and eventually penetrates me.

We fall into a rhythm, swaying, sucking, fucking. I can tell she's going to come, because her whole body tenses and her tongue hardens and stops moving. No one can concentrate on giving and receiving this level of pleasure simultaneously. But her fingers stay near my clit, and this tiny tug, combined with her moans is propelling me close to orgasm. It takes all my sexual stamina to concentrate on Ash and not relax into my own climax, but I keep rocking and using my tongue to get her there.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…"

Ash is coming hard. Feeling her body rock under mine, I continue to suck her clit. As she comes, she loses control and pulls really hard on my own clit, probably harder than she meant to. It finally tips me over the edge. The tension is finally released, and I'm bucking like a horse, lost in my own pleasure as her sweet juices trickle out of her and spill down her pink crack, where I lick them up.

My legs are shaking. I summon the energy to roll over onto my back. Quick as a flash, Ash crawls up my body and sinks into my open arms. I trace her eyebrows with a fingertip and push back the lock of hair that's fallen over her eyes.

"You got me here under false pretenses," I say, frowning.

"You still wish I were a man?" she says, in a husky drawl that's so sexy I'm almost ready to go again. I breathe in the smell of her that fills the room.

"No," I say, stroking her breasts, and I mean it. "You've been a revelation. I never knew dickless sex could be so intense," I confess.

"You call that intense?" said Ash. "Wait till you come to my place, and I fuck you hard with my strap-on."

"Oh, dear," I say. "I'm not very good at waiting." And I call us a cab to Ash's place.

We all dream of meeting mysterious strangers and being seduced into their worlds. But how many of us would be brave enough to abandon ourselves to a dark, brooding artist we'd only just met? An eighteen-year-old ingenue told me this story about the chance meeting with a man who changed her life and turned her on to sex. It's an erotic tale about that point where you realize you might get in over your head… and you decide to jump right in anyway. When I was young, growing up in the suburbs, all I ever wanted was two things: to dance and to live in London. Three days after my eighteenth birthday I realized both ambitions when I was awarded a place at the prestigious London Dance Academy. I received a grant to spend on pointe shoes and leotards. As soon as I arrived, I blew the lot on wild clothes, ultrafashionable garments to be worn after dark.