The Currency of Desire

The knock on the door was firm yet hesitant. A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit interior. A single flickering candle on a bedside table cast long, dancing shadows. In the glow stood a woman—tall, dark-haired, her body a vision of sin draped in nothing but a thin black thong. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and musk.

Her lips parted in a slow, knowing smile as she stepped forward. Without a word, she took the old man's hand and placed it firmly on the swell of her breast. His fingers instinctively curled, feeling the warmth of her skin, the taut peak of her nipple against his palm. Her other hand slipped between her thighs, her breath catching as she whispered, "I am already wet."

His fingers explored her, parting her long labia, grazing the pearl of her clitoris with the lightest of touches. She exhaled a soft moan and pulled him deeper into the room. Against one wall, a full-length mirror reflected their silhouettes, a voyeur to their unfolding scene. The bed on the floor was draped in dark silk, promising indulgence.
"Lie down," she murmured, pushing him gently onto his stomach. The https://www.aneroticstory.com/search/night/chill of lotion spilled onto his back before her warm hands smoothed it over his skin. Then came the press of her full, heavy breasts gliding down the length of his spine. The slick warmth of her skin against his sent a shiver through him, his arousal undeniable.

She straddled him, her hands teasing his sides before she flipped him over. Her tongue traced down his chest, pausing to flick at his hardened nipples before traveling lower. He watched, mesmerized, as she wrapped her lips around the head of his swelling length. Her tongue danced in slow, languid circles, her moans vibrating against his flesh. His fingers wove into her hair, pulling it aside to watch the slick sheen of her lips working over him.
Her saliva glistened as it trailed down his shaft, her hunger evident in the increasing intensity of her movements. He felt the first stirrings of release building deep within him. She sensed it too, taking him deeper, her throat tightening around his girth. The tip of his cock pulse against the back of her throat. She slurped and bubbled hovering over his engorged member then drove her head down swallowing him and lunging with passionate grunts that gave way to coughs. She lifted her head and looked at him, breathing deeply, her erect nipples glazing his sweaty thighs.
"Sixty-nine?" he muttered, voice hoarse with need.

She smirked and turned, straddling his face. The heat of her core hovered just above his lips before descending, enveloping him in her intoxicating scent. His tongue teased her labia, then found her entrance, pushing his tongue deep into her he tasted her arousal. As he traced slow circles around her clit she whimpered, her hips rolling against his mouth. Then she took him in again, her lips stretched around his throbbing length, her head bobbing as her saliva dripped over his balls. Hand around his shaft, she took one testicle into her mouth, her flitting tongue cleaning her saliva away. Then deep again, cock to the back of her throat as his index finger probed her anus.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of pleasure, the echo of their moans. Her pace quickened, her moans growing desperate as he sucked her clit, flicking it with expert precision. He felt her thighs tremble, her climax cresting, and the vibration of her cries sent him spiraling toward his own release.
With a final deep thrust, his orgasm crashed over him. She took him to the base, swallowing around him as he spilled into her throat. A single drop escaped her lips, sliding down his shaft, and she licked it up with a wicked smile before swallowing. Her eyes met his in the mirror, dark and satisfied.
She rose, moving to the bathroom, returning moments later with a cushion. She placed it beneath her hips, raising herself to him, fingers teasing her own clit as she beckoned him forward. Kneeling before her, he watched as she spread herself, revealing the jeweled plug nestled deep between her cheeks. He ran his fingers over it, twisting, pressing, watching her shiver beneath his touch.

Lowering his mouth, he traced his tongue over her clit, flicking, sucking, feeling the way she pulsed beneath him. He slipped his fingers inside her, curling them against the hidden spot that made her whimper. She writhed, gasping, pleading, "Fuck me."

And he did.

Sliding into her slick heat, he groaned as she clenched around him, her body gripping him in a slow, aching rhythm. She reached beneath, twisting the plug as he moved, each thrust sending another jolt of pleasure through them both. He pushed deeper, feeling the tightness, the pressure building as they danced on the edge.
When he withdrew, she turned, her lips wrapping around him once more, sucking, swallowing, her tongue working him back to full hardness. Then, she shifted to all fours, looking back at him, her eyes dark with need. He pulled the plug from her, watching as her body opened for him, and pressed the tip of his length against her pink puckered asshole. She exhaled, pressing back, taking him in inch by inch until he was buried deep within her.
He moved slowly at first, savoring the way she clenched her asshole rhythmically as he slid into her. He noted the way she moaned, hands fisting the silk sheets, hips rolling ass twisting. His fingers gripped her hips, his pace quickening, buried to the balls he felt her sphincter panting, squeezing, and releasing. As he slowly pulled back, she milked him with her ass, releasing her grip as he spread her cheeks and gapped at her cherry-red asshole. The contrast with her pale cheeks was stunning, like looking into a volcano of lust. She was an anal queen who’d milked a thousand cocks. He thrust in again, the pressure mounting. Her breath hitched, her cries growing desperate as he drove them both higher. And then, the edge—

With a guttural groan, he arched and thrust deep as his climax overtook him, his body shuddering, spilling into her. He lingered there, feeling the last pulses of pleasure, as he withdrew, he spread her cheeks again. She pulsed and his sperm flowed from her dripping down her inner thigh. He dragged his slowly fading cock to scoop up the sperm a she turned and took him once again into her mouth, swallowing his viscous love.
She smirked, trailing a finger along his still-sensitive flesh.

"Worth every ruble, yes?"

He chuckled, breathless. "More than you know."

“If you kiss me now, you can taste yourself on my tongue.”

Their lips and tongues met.

The candle flickered, the scent of sweat and sex lingering in the warm, dark room, as they lay in a tangle of limbs, satiated—for now.