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Well, Christmas was a bit of a downer for me. I am sort of persona non grata with some of my family lately and I was excluded from some of the usual glad tidings and joy. Unbowed, I decided to splurge on a two hour session with my latest magnet, DeaAphrodite, as a belated present to myself. I thought about doing the Sweet Miss T duo thing to follow up my latest solo adventure with her but I wanted something a little more sensuous and the thought of those two voracious vixens pounding themselves with all manner of dildos, made me a little nervous (after all, at the moment of climax, which one would I focus on? Would the other be upset? Could I imagine myself with two cocks for them? etc.).

My poon wallet has been stretched lately (and Dea is getting to be a giant bungee cord on it) but with the family squabbles meaning less gifting I had some leeway. When I saw this picture:

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The Aphroditian One in a pink corset -- it put my pulse up for several days and I kept dreaming about a long languorous fuck with her in it. I ended up phoning her on the spur of the moment knowing she's close by me in the West End. She was just coming back from the gym, so I had to wait an hour and a half and I used the time to shave the stones, scrub the fingernails and make sure no sour ass smells emanated from yon netherly regions. Dea is scrupulously clean without being maniacal so I always use this equation:

SS + AA + CC = GGF.
(Shaved Stones + Aromatic Ass + Clipped Claws = Great Glorious Fucking)

The clean pooner gets much better service as I have found virtually all of the top providers (Miss T, Szabina, Miranda, etc.) are super clean themselves. Guys that show up looking like Saddam fresh out of the spider hole are cheating themselves. I even selected a crispy new shirt I bought at a Boxing Day sale. Dea is very fashionable and I thought she might appreciate a little special touch.

When she opened the door, I nearly swallowed my lips. She had the pink corset with black lacing on as requested with black stockings, clear heels, garters, her hair up and pearls. I had asked that she wear her panties (pink) over the garters so that I could have the corset in view while the fucking and sucking went on. I have this vision of Marshall Matt Dillon doing nasty things to Miss Kitty, the saloon gal, from the old Gunsmoke series (yeah, I am that old). Dea herself is a no-bullshit 37 with the legs and ass of a cheerleader topped by two natural zeppelins of Hindenburg-like proportions. With her huge fucky black hair and pearl white skin, she looked like the Marshall's wet dream come true.

We talked about our fitness regimes and she showed me some stretching exercises she does and then she finished with twenty perfect, slow, controlled pushups. She did them with ease. No girly knee pushups for this gal. We talk about books. She has a big pile of obviously new books beside the sofa. It is an eclectic mix. It turns out she is a serial book buyer like I am. I stroked her buttery thighs all the time I was bullshitting about what I've read. I actually don't read that many books to completion but I buy a lot and then read about a third of them. Dea reads the whole thing and remembers key parts of books I've only pretended to finish.

The book and fitness banter lasted about ten minutes and then as soon as I leaned in, she gave me one of her patented long kisses. Dea is in a lip league of her own. I get almost instantly hard about 30 seconds into it with her and I motioned to her bedroom. She got up slowly, looked over her shoulder to make sure I was watching her ass, crooked a finger and sashayed in. The sight of her lovely swaying white butt topped by the pink and black lace corset had me following her every move like Jari Kurri looking for a drop pass from Wayne Gretzky.

Dea remembers what I like, so first thing, she does the slow unbuttoning of my shirt. Indeed, she appreciated the fabric and I am going, "Yes!". She gently drapes it over her wooden clothes butler for men (nice touch that) and turns back to me. "What will it be, this time, Mr. Libido?" she says. To such an open-ended question, I am always flummoxed but I stuttered, "Ummm, er, let's see if those lips do anything more than kissing." Boom. Opens the bedside drawer with all manner of lubes and condoms and selects the very one I told her I liked so much last time (Vivid available only at Rubber Rainbow). Down on her knees gracefully and she slowly zips me down. Admires the shorts (Costco but nice Tommy Hilfiger white) and then gives a quite unladylike yankola to spring the man-tulip loose.

I was more than ready. She was more than willing. The cover gets rolled down expertly and the fun begins. Fellows, if you want a woman who enjoys giving her blow jobs as much as you enjoy getting them, Dea is the one. She slurps, she sucks, she licks, she nuzzles, she moans and sighs. I saw her hand snake down into those pink panties and I heard little squishy sounds from down there. The whole time, I am looking at her in the mirror on her knees with the satin corset shimmering as she bobs and weaves. Even though I am a "love you long time guy", I start to worry I will blow right then and there.

Then I remembered, I've got two hours this time and I should get my money's worth ($450) even if I cum early. What the heck I say to myself. I held her shoulders for a little purchase and within about five minutes I am up on "the ramp of no return". I know I am going to cum and she somehow knows it too. She goes to a whole new level of monstrously deep slurping and simultaneous ball fondling. I stay up on the plateau of cum certainty for as long as I can. Finally, I lift up my hips and just let fly with total abandon. The sly smile I get is worth it. I'll worry about bullet number two later or not at all as this was worth it.

We flop back on the bed and share a glass of wine and some water. The lights of the West End glitter away outside her penthouse apartment and I am staring at the elegance of her in that tight bodice with her giant mams billowing out of the top like Bentley fenders pulling up beside a Hyundai. Overwhelming. Talk stops. I am only semi-hard but this does allow me to concentrate. I pull down the top and go at the nipples. They rise to my tongue. I vainly swallow as much as I can of the zeppelins. I am pulling at the pink panties at the same time and then I can't stand it anymore. I dive down and lick the inside of her thighs … big moans. Trace a tongue around the tightly trimmed lips. Bigger moans. Back to the thighs, Niddle noddle the clit. Dart the tongue in her sweet smelling puss, huge moanings. Slurping from top to bottom. Her breath gets shallow and fast. Alternating flat tonguing, sucking and pointy flicking on the hood, she finally arches and then folds hard as she screeches and loses her breath. I flip her over and apply soft kisses to her butt while she recovers. Just looking down at the creamy mounds with the corset frame, I start to get hard and I want to grab the lube and myself for a yanking to total stiffosity.

Dea won't have it. She turns over and invites me to rub in between the tits. Not a big fave of this but I get even harder looking down at her smiling face, so I oblige. I get rock hard because of the joy she takes in giving me this.

I turn her over and stuff a couple of pillows under her and there it is. The moment of truth for me. The ass of my dreams puffed up and framed by pink, her waist above cinched in by satin … stockings and garters below. I take one tentative poke at the pussy and then wade in and just rock back and forth with my balls squished up against her and my abs gliding up and down her pre-butt cheeks. She pushes back at me with her hands against the head board. I go for the glissando slide … each time I see the head of my cock withdraw, I hesitate ever so slightly and then slide up to the hilt slowly about 23 times. With each heave, she lets out a breathy sigh. She whips off the corset and I scurry her off to the side of the high bed and continue the back scuttling in standing doggie for another furious ten minutes. I am growling but I can't finish yet. Damn! I pull her on top of me and she rides to another blast off by rocking back and forth while I gooch the giant mams swaying above me. She literally screams this time.

Suddenly, I am somehow in her mouth again lying on my side and then she licks my balls while I stroke myself. With her down on all fours again, I drive her rapidly from behind going harder for number two. She is reaching back alternately pulling up on my balls into her and twiddling herself. I grab her hips and doink away exploring every nook and cranny of her wonderful quim. I feel like I am running 800 metres. I can't stand it anymore. Sweat is rolling off my forehead. Gasping, I have to pull it out for an airing and flop over exhausted thinking I shouldn't have blasted off so quickly.

Have I fucked up my own Christmas present?

We drink and talk some more. She massages my balls as we do. She puts on a little fashion show by hauling on some black filigree panties, garters and a black see-through robe. She kisses my nipples and draws down and envelopes the soft one in her mouth. I am hard again in one minute and I pull the new panties off and dive on top of her. I pull her legs high up to her shoulders and go at it that way. I spoon fuck her from behind and she throws a leg back over me and grinds to yet another cum. Back down for lazy doggie. Up on the pillows for yet another back scuttle of legendary length. Thank god she has a very private apartment as we are both jabbering and groan-shouting like the goofball fundamentalists speaking in tongues in Borat: "Oofoofoof! … yeah babybubela … fuck me/garf/hoooo/yassir arafat/uhsha/oosha" … I can't even tell who is saying what and my arms are quivering from holding myself above her on my fists. At one point, I am in full pushup position with my hands on her headboard lancing the undulating form underneath with nothing but cock. I finally pull the cover off and kneel beside her to wank over her with one hand scrooching her delicious ass cheeks. I goosh all over her bum and back in a glorious explosion of neantherdal grunting.

Dea tells me how much she liked all that.

I wipe off the goosh and lay back beside her exhausted, thinking we're done but as I am idly flicking her nipples, she sneaks a hand down to her pussy and starts moaning yet again. I watch her cum in amazement. I felt like flicking a lighter to this anthem or giving her a standing ovation:

"Dee-ah! Dee-ah! Dee-ah!"

Oh yeah, the pink corset and stockings stayed on for as much of this time as she could stand (corsets and super-athletic fucking are a wee problem). She tells me that orgasms can be even more intense some times because of the pressure of the corset. Aha! So that's why those Victorian ladies went for all that whalebone. Buy your wife a corset for Valentine's Day and see if she'll turn into Dea.

Best fucking Christmas present I'll ever buy myself because … Guess what boys? … Here's the secret …

Dea likes it all as much as we do … maybe more.