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 His Hands Mark the Spot by Kyrah Jade Kayles, the BlueMyst (rom, MF, oral)
11-13-04

   Written for Marchelle DeCorley, the original Myst



   Marchelle had a long day, and was quite glad to be home.  Her life as a
nightclub owner was always chaotic, and all she wanted to do was curl up
and sleep like a kitten for hours on end.  But then, she would not get to
see Bill.  Bill was her latest man, nothing serious, but she enjoyed the
time with him anyway.  He was tall, had a great personality, and did things
with his tongue that Marchelle weave her fingers through his thick, sandy
brown hair every time they were in bed.

   Marchelle put her things down, settling into the large, well-decorated
house.  Bill made good money, and while Marchelle enjoyed the occasional
manicure or movie trip, she wasn't very materialistic.  She did allow Bill
to buy her lingerie and other 'little things', as she knew how well he
enjoyed her tanned features and smooth curves.  She paused out of her
daydream to look at the clock.  It was five thirty, the daily beautiful
sunset confirming this fact.  Gazing at the sunset always made Marchelle
relaxed.  That blend of red, orange, and yellow seemed perfect, a
perfection that Marchelle knew she would never wrap her moral hands around.
Marchelle was so lost in analyzing the sunset that she didn't notice Bill
walk up on her, his arm reaching around her in embrace.  "Welcome home,
you," whispered the tall man in his deep, booming voice.  Even though he
was normally loud, his voice was a husky whisper in the ornate hallway.

   For a moment, Marchelle was alarmed, but once she recognized Bill's
voice, she relaxed into his embrace immediately.  She sighed audibly, happy
to be home, even happier to be in Bill's arms.  Bill enjoyed Marchelle's
company, especially when he got to hold her in his arms, where he could see
her up close.  Marchelle was quite attractive to him.  He enjoyed gazing at
her long black hair, handing down from her shoulders.  He savored her
facial features, settling on her large brown eyes as his favorite aspect of
Marchelle's body.  Her full red lips and sparkling smile were close
seconds. His hands club to Marchelle's curves, admiring the way her ample
chest gave way to a natural-looking stomach.  He liked girls with a bit of
meat on their bones.  His eyes followed her waist, with her wide hips and
round ass.  He had spent many a night with his hands massaging those round
half-globes of her ass.  He pushed her body close to his now, and felt the
warmth her body generated, that need rising.

   Marchelle just relaxed, enjoying the embrace, making soft purring sounds
as Bill pressed her close to him.  She loved when he pressed up behind her
- she could feel his urgency with every breath.  Bill slid his hands back
and forth, letting his hands linger on the sides of Marchelle's chest. 
"Honey, why don't we get you comfy, hmm?" He reached upward, cupping
Marchelle's covered breasts, massing them gently through her white cotton
blouse.  Marchelle gave a soft moan, nodding her head eagerly.  She went to
the up the stairs, heading to the bedroom.  She heard Bill's steps behind
her, and knew they both had the same thing in mind.

   Marchelle pushed open the door to the large bedroom suite, looking
around.  Even though she had been to Bill's house many times, she was
always in awe of the design of all these rooms, with the bedroom as no
exception.  The bedroom was done in shades of green, from the light green
curtains, to the plush dark green carpet.  The king-sized bed in the middle
of the room provided compromise, dressed in green and beige linens.

   Bill walked over to the bed and whispered, "Why don't you undress for
me, honey.  I'll make sure you're comfortable after that." He sat on the
bed, his sharp blue eyes watching Marchelle intensely.  Marchelle grinned,
this was her favorite part in their rendezvous.  She twirled gracefully,
placing her hands on her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly.  She peeled it off,
pausing for a minute to show off her lacy white bra, then unhooked the
front, allowing her round breasts to spring away from the fabric.  She
unbuckled the fastenings on her plaid skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
She stepped out of it, smiling to Bill, who was licking his lips in return.


   He held up a hand, stopping Marchelle from removing her panties, or her
boots.  "Leave your boots on, my dear.  I want to take your panties off
myself." He motioned her to come forward, his hand upraised, fingers
inviting her closer.  Marchelle came to Bill, grinning from ear to ear. 
Her panties were a matching cotton white, contrasting her dark skin.  She
felt excited, turned on by the way Bill was watching her every move, making
her tingle with anticipation.

   Bill pulled Marchelle near, kissing her deeply.  His hands moved to her
panties, cupping her mound in his palm.  He grasped gently but firmly, as
if weighing something, then illiciting a sharp moan from Marchelle.  He
slid her panties off, and said in jest, "Now I know where to tell my tongue
to go, don't I?" He picked her up, gripping her hips.  He parted her legs,
placing her moist pussy right in front of his eyes.  He dragged his tongue
over Marchelle's moist sex, trailing his tongue along each of Marchelle's
pussy lips.  He did this for a moment, then circled her clit, but not
touching the little pearl just yet.  Marchelle moaned, her voice growing
deep and husky.  She squirming, feeling Bill grip her hips tighter as he
kept going.

   Bill heard Marchelle's moan, and definitely could taste her response. 
Her juices tasted tangy, coming forth in little splashes, rapid rivers of
pleasure.  The slow trickles were a challenge to him, as if he had to push
harder in order to achieve more of her rich creme.  His tongue finally
danced along the covering of Marchelle's clit, careful not to directly
stimulate the sensitive pearl beneath.  He felt her body give up more of
that sticky reward, and he slowed some, keeping his touch light.

   Marchelle writhed, her body afire with pleasure.  Her words came out in
quick bursts, each phrase a plea for bill to stop teasing her.  "Mercy, my
dear!" she mouthed breathlessly.  Bill's tongue was tireless, eager and
hungry, with Marchelle as the perfect meal.  He finally pushed his tongue
inside Marchelle's moist passage, sliding it back and forth slowly.

   Marchelle's body tingled, moans falling from her throat easily, with no
thought given to restraint, but to pleasure.  She felt her hips twitching,
a sign she was very close to the edge.  Bill felt that telltale twitch, and
he went faster, his tongue thrusting in and out of Marchelle, like a
piston. He wanted her to climax, wanted to feel that rush of sweet cream of
his face.  He murmured quietly about his intentions, the vibrations from
his voice adding to his overall plan of getting Marchelle to hear orgasm.



   Marchelle couldn't hold on anymore.  She cried out Bill's name a
thousand times, finally reaching her orgasm.  She looked up at him, her
eyes brimming with lust.  Her body shook all over, lost in the waves of
pleasure.  Her juices painted Bill's face, her arousal for all to see.  She
breathed, losing herself in waves of pleasure, her hips rocking back and
forth.  Bill drank up her juices, smiling happily.  He pulled the
dark-haired beauty close, holding her near as she came back down.

   All was still in the room, the two lovers enjoying the afterglow of
passionate interlude.  The only sound left in room was Bill's deep
masculine void inquiring, "Comfortable?