On the prowl with Mistress AvA 4

I went out on the deck, he had a fat joint in one hand and he looked guilty. Chuckling at the look, I smiled and asked if he was going to share. He smiled with relief and passed it to me. We smoked and made plans for the rest of the day. We would take a nap, then he wanted to cook dinner for me and we both figured in some hot steamy sex, a few times.

He was driving, and on the way, to his house, I thought about all that had transpired since I met him 12 hours ago. We already had sex 3 times and had too many orgasms to count in each one of those sessions. I had gone out the night before with the main objective of getting laid, goal reached, and beyond. He was a pleaser, he made sure I got mine and then some. To the point of almost torture, when he wouldn't stop making me cum over and over again. I sighed thinking of the sweet torture. I felt myself get wet thinking about the night to come.

This time when we went into his house he took me into a different room. One that I had noticed and had been curious about there was still one more. "What is lurking behind door number 3?", I asked myself, wryly. When he opened the door there were two old beat-up couches, a beat-up old non-recliner chair, several bean bags chairs, and a small white table that sat in the center of the room. There were a lot of shelves and on the shelves ranged every type of bowl, pipe, steam roller, and bong I could think of. Several, Tokemaster and Graffix bongs and some that were made from ceramic molds and one giant hooka that sat in the corner. Any weed-meister would be impressed with this collection. I was impressed and it rivaled my collection, most of which was broken or unusable at this point but I did still have a few nice pieces stashed away. I didn't set all mine out on display nor had the sheer quantity he did. He walked in and turned on the lamp sitting by the window and opened a door on the back wall. He told me to pick out what I wanted to smoke from and then he went through the door.

I took my time to look them over, thinking of a 2' Tokemaster then decided I liked a four-chambered hand-blown glass bong instead. I picked it up admiring the work. Something I would love to learn how to make. I would be heading to the door and another sparkly would catch my eyes, I picked them up delicately almost reverently, and placed them back down. It must have taken me longer than I thought, cause he strolled back in grinning and sat on the chair. I sat near him on one of the couches that looked comfier. He placed a few buds on the table, then reached under his chair and brought out a tray. On it was a grinder, a pack of papers, a box of Black n' Milds, a crochet needle, and a few small packs of honey. He started off grinding all the buds then he passed the tray to me asking me to keep working it. "Oh yeah, do you like kool-aid? he asked. When I nodded he asked, "What's your favorite kind?" "Hawaiian punch", I replied easily with a smile then he was gone.

I finished right before he walked in the door carrying the bong filled with Hawaiian punch and had 2 glasses filled with Hawaiian punch. We settled in and smoked and drank our kool-aide. During which time he emptied a Black n' Mild and stuffed it full using the crochet needle, then he tore a tiny corner off of the pack of honey and coated the outside of the black. He set it on the tray off to one side to dry he had told me.

Startled out of my sleep, I opened my eyes to find myself covered with a blanket. The room was dark except for a single candle. The smell of something incredible making my mouth water it smelled like Italian. I saw my drink from earlier and finished the last swallow. Folding the blanket, I placed it on the back of the couch, blew out the candle then followed my nose.

I was almost to the kitchen and all of a sudden I was face to bare chest. He caught me before I fell and murmured apologies. Setting me back to rights he kissed me hurriedly, then said enthusiastically, "Yum, kool-aide", and kissed me more thoroughly this time. I kissed him back getting a taste of tomato sauce and garlic. I was breathless and feeling disoriented from not being fully awake yet.

"Do you have soda or iced tea", I asked, at the same time, he told me, "Don't go into the kitchen, yet".

Quickly, he said, "yes, I'll get you a glass in just a minute". He was off down the hall and I heard the bathroom door shut. I was tempted then to peek at that yumminess coming from the kitchen but I contained the urge.

Instead, I went into the living room and turned on the TV flipping through the channels I found Spaceballs playing and turned it on. I heard him guffaw as he went into the kitchen. I turned my head to look at him but he was already gone. I heard him frying something and was getting antsy, my stomach was growling. He brought me a coke and an ashtray and said dinner would be ready in a little bit and was gone again. The song by Whitesnake "Here I Go Again" popped into my head and I thought here I go again, sitting on my own. Managing to stifle a giggle at my twisted humor and focused on the TV.

"Dinners ready!", he exclaimed coming into the living room he opened a folding slate room divider. "It smells wonderful!", I exclaimed matching his excitement with my own. It opened up to a dining room, The table was very old, yet, well preserved. There was a light glow from the 2 candles sitting on opposite sides of the center. A large vase sat in the middle with a variety of dried plants in it. Hanging above the table was a miniature yet elaborate chandelier. Guessing from the detailed work around the legs and edge around the top of the table and the fact it had foldable sections to shorten or lengthen it, I gasped, "is that from the 1700s", nodding towards the table. Shocked he looked at me and said, "my family moved here from France and Italy in the early 1800s. I'm not sure if they brought it with them or made it here". He had paused pulling out a chair in front of a beautiful plate of chicken parmesan, a glass of water, and a red wine sat off to the right the dishware was old China and the silver was real silver. I sat and got comfortable while he moved around to sit opposite me. I opened my mouth and was about to ask about them and he beat me to it.

"Woodwork runs through my family, my how-ever-many great grandparents came here to marry. He was a woodcarver, and she was the daughter of an aristocrat running from an arranged marriage when they met." He paused to take a bite and grabbed a basket cover with a linen napkin opened and took two rolls out. "I don't know much about my family lineage except that I'm a Heinz 57", I said thoughtfully.

Grateful to start eating I dug in and he passed the basket. I accepted it and grabbed 2 rolls also. Swirling my glass of wine I breathed in the aroma, I could tell that it was a dry wine with a hint of sweetness at the end. Curious I took a little sip and let it roll around on my tongue it almost tasted like cherries instead of grapes. I took another sip drinking it more readily this time. We continued eating and conversating over dinner. After we had finished, I gathered dishes and he quickly rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher, and turned it on. I had excused myself to use the restroom, my wine and water had run through me.

When I came out of the bathroom, as per usual, I was swooped up, pressed into the wall and my mouth devoured. He had his hard cock pressed against my jeans, feeling him ready with the enthusiasm of his deft hand and slick tongue, I came right there against the wall. My pussy throbbing in rhythm with his movements, I moaned louder. I had nibbled and sucked on his neck and collarbone. All of a sudden he stopped, breathing heavily, he told me to take off my clothes and meet him in the smoke room. He went into the bathroom and I stripped down on my way to the smoke room. Folding my clothes, I placed them on the couch I had slept on earlier. He came in carrying two extra-large towels, walking past me he said "wait until you see what I got out here", and walked out the door. I followed him, doubting he could impress me any more, then my mind went to the honey-dipped black.

My breath whooshed out, my heart thumping, I walked out to a dozen candles lit around an old-fashioned washing tub filled with wild roses, gardenia, and magnolia petals. The air smelled wonderfully fragrant, I pulled my hairband and flipped the tail under giving me a no-nonsense bun.

I got in easily, it was warm but not as warm as my usual baths. I squatted down and watched as he took off his pants, folding them he set them on a chair. He saw me watching and danced toward me pausing to make his cock move. I giggled thinking I should get him a pasty to put on top. Then it could look like a little rice patty hat and with a tassel, he could make a better helicopter. He vaulted over the edge almost landing on me, I was full out laughing by this point. He nudged my legs apart, my laughter dying, and slid inside me slowly, he drew me down onto him. He would loosen his grip to let my body float up then he applied pressure on my clit while dipping down to take a nipple in his mouth. I could feel each painfully slow thrust every inch of him moving within me, the water adding friction that was not normally there. I cried out an orgasm then I reached down and found his balls rolling them in my palm, he bit on my nipple then, I squeezed his balls in reply. He gave me a knowing smile. Then dove down putting his arms between my legs and then out under my thighs, while lifting me. All I could do was grip his head and lock my feet behind him, my pussy was in his face.

He bit down causing me to squirm my arms and hands flailing, slapping the water. I realized his body was mostly submerged, so I laid back across the water. He used his mouth tongue and fingers opening my folds sucking on my clit and scraping teeth across using his fingers he hit that spot over and over again until I squirted all over his face. He kept going bringing on multiple orgasms. I was squeezing my thighs around his face. When I realized that, I loosened my hold and he flipped me down and around.

Gliding us through the water he pressed me over the edge of the tub my breasts hanging in the cool night air making them harden. He pulled my ass to him and entered me once again. The feel of him entering my already throbbing pussy was as if a jolt of electricity added multiple pulses. I gripped the edge of the tub as he began to pound himself into me. The water pushing in and out with each thrust filled me as I had never been filled before. He gripped the edge on either side of me pressing his body to mine and fucked me harder, with a roar he bit on my neck and came sending me into ecstasy.

He walked over to the opposite edge of the tub and grabbed 2 glasses of wine, he passed me one and drank the other in one gulp, then set it back down. Then he grabbed the honey-soaked Black n' Mild, lit it, and passed it to me. I drank down my wine and we smoked the black and discussed going to the club again, tonight.

What will happen next? Find out soon!! Sorry, this one took a few days. My keyboard doesn't work and I have to go between dictation and on-screen keyboard both are really buggy especially if I get on a roll.

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