“You’ve done this before,” Deidra accused, laughing.
Mona slapped Deidra’s bottom, sending liquid chocolate flying. “I haven’t! You know me better than that.”
Sister Deidra giggled and spanked Mona’s aching breast. “Come here,” Deidra said, throwing her face against Mona’s breast. When her mouth encapsulated Mona’s nipple, the heat was too tremendous. “Oh, you’ve got delicious tits, Sister. They’re absolutely fabulous.”
The pulse between Mona’s legs quickly grew into a throb. She hissed when Deidra bit her nipple. It was only a quick nibble, but the slick pressure made her shudder. Mona couldn’t have anticipated this pure pleasure.
“Nice juicy pussy,” Deidra growled, reaching between Mona’s thighs and rubbing the hot centre of her lust. “Ooh, it’s so hot. Let me eat it, sister.”
“What?” Mona’s heart raced. “Eat my...?”
“Pussy!” Deidra cried, sinking between Mona’s legs.
The sight of Deidra’s chocolate-covered face almost made Mona laugh, especially when she extended her pink tongue. It was the only part of her that wasn’t a deep chocolate brown. But the moment Deidra’s luscious tongue parted Mona’s throbbing pussy lips, nothing was funny anymore.
Deidra held Mona’s hips aloft as she licked furiously, striking that special spot, that nub of heat and sensation. Sister Deidra knew just what to do, how to make Mona feel wonderful. Though she wriggled and writhed, Mona had to hold herself above the flood of chocolate or risk drowning in the thickness of it.
“Where on earth did you learn this?” Mona asked, though she was happy when Deidra didn’t answer. Obviously, she’d learned to lick from her tattooed tourist. “Oh, Sister, it feels so wonderful.”
Beside them, Frances and Beryl twisted together, moaning as they moved. Mona couldn’t tell one from the other. They were chocolate bodies, so close all Mona had to do was lean sideways and lick.
She didn’t think anyone would notice. She was only licking an arm, after all. But her tongue grabbed the girls’ attention, and they were on her without pause. It happened so fast Mona could hardly keep up. Suddenly her lovely twosome with Deidra became a foursome with the others. They were all pushing each other, vying for supremacy.
Mona grabbed someone’s shoulder, but her hand slipped. She slid forward until her face met the woman’s chest. It was Beryl. Must be. The breasts were huge and heavy, and Mona’s head buzzed as she licked chocolate from salty skin. She sucked Beryl’s nipple while the other girls struggled around them. Hands everywhere, touching Mona’s back and her breasts, grabbing her bottom, grasping her thighs.
Closing her eyes, Mona allowed her body to take command. She found something between her legs - a luscious thigh - and she rubbed herself against it. The sensation was extraordinary. The other girls were making enough noise to scare off a wild beast, but Mona didn’t care what they were doing. She could feel bodies against hers, hands reaching for heat, mouths searching for breasts. All she could do was suck Beryl’s breast and stroke herself against somebody’s thigh. Every ounce of energy went between her legs, all focused on the little nub of flesh that held a lifetime of pleasure.
The other girls were kissing. She was sure of it, by the sounds of their smacking lips. She opened her eyes, and sure enough, three chocolate-covered faces were joined together, trading kisses. Their lips were pink. Their faces were a glistening mahogany. It was frightening and gorgeous - so gorgeous that Mona abandoned Beryl’s breasts to join in.
Their four bodies smashed together, touching and rubbing. Mona scoured her pussy against the unnamed leg between her thighs, groaning as her mouth met another mouth. Her tongue wove with other tongues - not just one, but many, hot like fire, luscious as velvet. She kissed the girls as they touched each other, sliding their hands across chocolate skin. Even Mona’s hand travelled down until it found a tuft of hair, and then down farther, slipping her fingers between soft folds, rubbing wet heat.
It seemed that everyone had found someone else’s sweet spot. They writhed in a bunch, splashing chocolate across one another’s bodies. Mona’s brain was burnt out. She couldn’t think, only act - only kiss and touch and writhe. Her body was on fire. Her skin blazed. Her muscles burned. She was right on the edge of something, though she knew not what.
In a group, they worked together, building toward a scream. It was sensational, the heavy buzz in Mona’s belly. She writhed harder, scouring her poor pussy against the anonymous leg. Just as she climbed toward her peak, one of the girls reached for her breast, squeezing her slippery nipple.
Mona’s desire exploded. She tried to keep quiet, but no. No, it was impossible. Once she’d started screaming she couldn’t stop. But it wasn’t just her screaming. No, it was all the girls. They were all moaning, grunting, hollering. They were a writhing mass of chocolate-covered noise, clawing at one another, grabbing each other’s breasts until they fell over in a violent mass.
“Heavens above!” Mona said with a laugh. “Never in my wildest dreams had I envisioned a thing like this.”
“How true,” said Sister Frances. “I should be ashamed...”
Deidra waded through the chocolate, splashing Frances with it. “No, Sister. You mustn’t be ashamed of your body’s desires.”
“Look!” Beryl cried. “Everybody, look up!”
Shielding her eyes, Mona raised her head. What was Beryl on about?
“It isn’t raining anymore,” Beryl said. “Look how blue the sky is. And the sun’s come out!”
“So it has!” Deidra shrieked with delight. “What a strange day it’s been. Do you think the rain will start up again?”
“No,” Mona said. She wasn’t sure why she was so self-assured on this matter. “I have a feeling we’ve resolved something, in doing what we’ve done. Perhaps the Creator only wanted to give us a treat, not punish us. Perhaps we’ve done exactly what we were supposed to do.”
“I’d like to think you’re right,” said Sister Deidra. “It was jolly fun, wasn’t it?”
The other girls giggled as they swiped chocolate from their faces. Their naked bodies were still coated when they stood, and it was a sight Mona wouldn’t soon forget.
“Should we wash up and find clean clothing to wear?” Sister Frances asked. “Hard to say when the others come down from the ark.”
Beryl glanced toward the woods, where the trees were dripping. The ark wasn’t visible from where they stood. Scooping up a handful of chocolate, she washed it over her big breasts. “I think I’d rather stay out here a little while longer.”
“Me, as well.” Deidra relaxed in the chocolate bath.
“When will we ever get another day like this?” Mona asked as she half-floated in the flood.
“I hope every day is like this!” Beryl said with a giggle.
Even under a coat of dark chocolate, Mona could tell that the other girls were blushing. They’d discovered something wonderful during the flood, and they weren’t willing to give it up.
Frances crouched slowly in the chocolate, tracing her hands down her slick front. “It could be,” she said. “My dear sisters, every day could be like this...”
The End
Decadent Velvet
By Lexie Bay
The driver held the door of the limo open and Chesca stepped inside, sinking into the seat and leaning back against the cool leather, closing her eyes.
“You OK?” her boss, Nathan Storm asked, “Things got a little crazy in there.”
Chesca looked up at him. “Couldn’t be better,” she grinned. “I can’t believe we just pulled that off! Twenty million dollars for the land is more than we ever imagined we’d get.” She accepted the glass of champagne he handed her and slipped her heels off, tucking her feet under her as she finally relaxed. She watched him as he sipped from his own glass, loosening his tie and undo
ing the top button of his shirt. She felt the familiar surge of lust, her eyes drawn to the tanned skin revealed by his actions. She struggled to contain a crazy urge to lean forward and run her tongue over the flesh, her nostrils filled with his spicy cologne in the enclosed space of the limo.
His mobile rang and he answered it pulling an apologetic face as he did. Chesca knew that the boss was desperate to know the outcome of tonight’s big meeting; it was a huge moment in the company’s history and both Nathan and Dan Noble had been waiting for this for months. Noble Storm Development had needed this deal to go through and the relief on Nathan’s face as he conveyed the good news to Dan made Francesca’s heart skip.
With Nathan preoccupied, she took the opportunity to study him further. His short, strawberry blonde hair was artfully tousled and Chesca wondered how long it took him to get that ‘straight out of bed’ look. She wouldn’t mind sleeping over at his and watching him perfect it in the morning. Her eyes took in his face as he spoke excitedly to Dan, filling him in on the way they had secured the deal. His lips were full and pink, the Cupid’s bow defined, giving him an aristocratic air. Chesca was a sucker for a posh boy and Nathan ticked all the boxes on that front. The light smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks leant him an outdoorsy wholesomeness which was a stark contrast to the razor sharp business man that had just sealed the biggest deal of Noble Storm Development’s life. Without thinking she reached out and stroked her hand down his back. She shivered as she felt the outline of his muscles then snatched her hand away as she felt those same muscles tense beneath her touch. Whoops, the champagne must be getting to her; that was a little unprofessional.
Nathan’s eyes sparkled as he turned to grin at her and Francesca suddenly had butterflies in her stomach.
“Yeah, sure, we can catch up properly on Monday. You bet we will, mate, this is a deal worth celebrating.”
Nathan hung up the phone and sat back in the seat. Francesca looked expectantly at him, sipping her champagne.
“Dan thinks we should go celebrate in style. He’s pretty pleased with us both.”
“We did good,” she said. “You were fantastic.”
“You were pretty spectacular yourself,” Nathan said holding her gaze with his ice blue eyes, “but then you always are.”
The air inside the limo was charged with sexual tension at the double meaning of his words. She blushed at his compliment, the flush of excitement spreading down her body making her knickers wet. She wondered if he could tell how turned on she was. They’d been flirting for months, and after watching him today Chesca knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted to take things further. He’d been so commanding and confident, his knowledge of the project impressing the tough decision makers from Analytica Inc. Chesca’s figures had been the perfect back up for his presentation and they’d made a very slick team. She wondered if he was hoping to repeat their dynamic coupling tonight. She knew she was staring but she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
Nathan topped up both their glasses, eyes lingering on the open button of her shirt. She leaned forward to give him a better view, desperate for him to touch her. He looked up again with a shy grin “I know this great place in town, if you wanted we could go back to the hotel, freshen up, and then take this celebration there?”
Francesca took a sip of her champagne, feeling the cold bubbles slip down her throat. “I’d really like that,” she said, her eyes travelling down from his lips to where he had loosened his tie, exposing the light smattering of hair on his chest. “It’s been a really crazy week!” She took a gulp of fizz to calm her nerves as his eyes lit up. Telling the driver to take them back to the hotel he made a quick phone call to secure them a table. She watched him, his face animated as he spoke to the restaurant, then he turned his back and spoke quietly before hanging up.
“What were you saying to them?” she asked smiling at his cheeky grin
“You’ll just have to wait and see. I promise you it will be worth it. This place is amazing.”
“Been there many time before?”
Nathan’s face coloured. “Not with anyone special, just the guys, but they have this thing that I always wanted to try. Don’t ask any more questions, I’m hopeless at keeping secrets.”
Chesca felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach. Not with anyone special, he’d said. Did that mean he thought she was special? Before she had a chance to think about it any further, the limo pulled up outside their hotel. Making their way up the huge marble staircase, the door was opened by a smartly dressed doorman who tipped his hat as they entered the vast reception area. Nathan took Chesca’s hand and pulled her over to the lift. She felt his touch like a jolt of electricity, the warmth of his hand in hers both delighting and shocking her at the same time. It felt like they were on the edge of something and she couldn’t help watching him as he stared at the lift waiting for it to reach the ground floor. She felt his thumb stroke across her palm and squeezed his hand in response. She’d been fantasising about him for so long, what if the reality didn’t live up to the fantasy. What if things were awkward afterwards? Chesca knew she was overthinking the situation but her career was important to her. Before she could think anymore the lift slid silently open and Nathan stepped inside, pulling her after him.
As soon as the doors closed, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her so close she could feel the solidness of his chest, his muscular arms and the warmth of his breath as she turned her face up to meet his gaze.
“Chesca,” he murmured his lips on hers and she closed her eyes unable to resist him for another second. Winding her arms around his neck, she pressed herself against him and could feel an impressive hard on through his suit trousers. Her heart raced and she felt giddy with the idea that she had that effect on him. He gently prised her mouth open with his tongue eliciting a soft moan as his hand wandered further down her back and over the soft curve of her arse.
Chesca could see hundreds of them reflected in the mirrored walls of the elevator. She imagined how that would look with the pair of them naked, fucking against the cold, hard glass. As the lift stopped and she stepped onto the ridiculously soft carpet, Chesca wondered whether they would even make it out to dinner, half of her wanting to see the club he had talked about and half of her wanting to throw him onto the bed and find out whether her fantasies had been correct all these months. Nathan made the decision for them, stopping at her room and kissing her again.
“Don’t be long getting changed,” he said reluctantly letting go of her bum, “I’m starting to miss you already.”
He turned and unlocked his room, leaving Chesca quivering and bereft in the hallway. Realising she needed to fix her hair and make-up as well as find something sexy to wear, she opened her door and got to work on making herself look irresistible to Nathan Storm.
“Hold on,” she called as Nathan knocked at her door, twenty minutes later. She slipped on her heels, fluffed her hair and checked she didn’t have lipstick on her teeth. Blowing herself a kiss she opened the door.
“Wow,” Nathan breathed, looking her up and down. “You look stunning.”
“I picked it especially to drive you crazy.” Chesca did a little twirl revealing that her dress had a cut out back, exposing the soft skin of her lower back and making Nathan whistle softly under her breath.
“Damn Chesca, you know exactly what I like.”
She stood back and took in his outfit. His jeans were snug against his big strong thighs and she could see the outline of his cock. She had checked it out countless times in his suit but in his jeans it looked even bigger and she could hardly take her eyes off it. She forced herself to let her eyes wander upwards and stepped forward to stroke her palms across his shirt, sliding her fingers through the tuft of hair exposed where he’d left it a little unbuttoned.
“I do,” she murmured before wrapping her arms around his neck a
nd pressing her lips against his.
Nathan backed her against the wall and she gasped as his cool fingers stroked her naked back. “Chesca, as much as I would like to get you out of this dress and show you how much you turn me on, I really want to take you to this club. I think you’ll love it.” As he spoke he pulled away and took her hand. “C’mon, we don’t want to be late.”
Chesca pouted a little but she had to admit she was desperate to see what he had in store for them for the rest of the evening. She let him lead her to the lift and within a few minutes they were in a cab gliding through the neon lit night towards “Chocolate”.
Nathan took Chesca’s hand as they walked up to the entrance of the club. It was a balmy night and the warm breeze caressed her bare back like a lover’s touch. Every time she looked at Nathan she couldn’t help wondering how long it would be before she could get him naked and ride his beautiful cock until she was screaming his name and coming all over him. It was so distracting that she was barely listening to what he was saying to her.
“Chesca, are you hearing any of this?” he asked her grinning as she stared blankly at him.
“No,” she giggled, “I was thinking about fucking you.” She bit her lip as she realised what she’d just said to her boss but he was laughing too.
“We must be in sync tonight babe, because I was thinking the same about you.”
Opening the door of the club he guided her inside. Immediately Chesca could smell where it got its name. The air was filled with the rich aroma of melted chocolate, at once bitter and intense but with an undertone of rich, velvety smoothness. She could almost taste it in the air and without thinking she stuck out the tip of her tongue. Nathan smiled at her.
“That’s exactly what I did when I first came here. It’s crazy isn’t it?”
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