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Author Para999Med@aol.com 14/3/98.
E-mail comments, hopefully constructive, welcome. My first posting.








This story  was written with love for {{{{{CanDbarz}}}}} and the  {OMG
Sistahs.}
E-mail Para999med@aol.com


A TASTE OF HEAVEN


* * 1 * *


Lost, deep in thought, he  considered his options: he had to clinch this deal.
Not just for the Company but  for him as well. This was the once in a lifetime
deal,  the chance, in one strategic coup to dominate the African market and
wipe out their competitors.  Slowly, as he ran over his last minute mental
preparations again, his subconscious began to intrude into his train of
thought, recognizing a familiar, favorite, fantastic sound, one he adored.  
The pistol shot , click-clack echo of metal-tipped stiletto heels  ricocheted
off the marble floor and walls, each report  metaphorically slapping him,
rousing him from deep contemplation to curious anticipation.  Despite  his
fevered state of extreme nervous tension he found himself turning, inexorably
to look, unable to resist  as the sound became louder  moving  from the foyer
towards the reception area.  He turned, he looked, his eyes  blindly following
his ears, wanting to see who was  responsible for  this unwanted, erotic
distraction.  

For the first time in his life it happened, his jaw dropped, his mouth wide
open in pure unadulterated astonishment, awe and wonder.  His personal angel
had just - noisily - flown in from heaven and he instantly felt his cock
harden, constricted painfully in his pants like a trumpet trying to break free
to announce the angelic arrival with  a seraphic fanfare.  He was struck dumb. 
His personal genie had granted his ultimate wish, there she was, the
mental-blueprint of all he desired stood there at the reception desk, real
flesh and blood, and what flesh.

He reeled, intoxicated, drinking in her astonishing  form and her supremely
sexy packaging.  His eyes moved over her, trying to capture her in one image to
be  etched forever, indelibly in his brain.  Her vivid pink stiletto court
heels, wickedly high, forced her body up into a deliciously provocative forward
position, arching her black hose covered  calves forwards.  Her pink skirt,
incredibly tight,  was just long enough to pose the tantalizing question ;
stockings or  pantyhose?  Though even from this distance the tightness of the
skirt showed, or  so he thought, the tell-tale bumps  and ridges of a
garter-belt.  She had an incredibly pert and inviting ass  It stood proud,
almost perpendicular to her shapely legs,  reminding him almost of a  mediaeval
buttress inviting all who saw it to lay siege,  aiming to possess it.
The shapeliness of her  hips contrasted with her slender waist, constricted
into almost cartoon proportions by a wide black ,  shiny patent leather belt. 
His eyes roving ever upwards he felt his cock violently twitch and convulse as
he  tried to fully fathom her awesome  breasts which seemed to have been welded
into a low-cut lycra top. They stood out and up, proudly on display, her  deep
cleavage forming an inviting  valley,  cantilevered forwards by a miracle of
brassiere design.  

He didn't register for a few moments  that the receptionist was pointing him
out to his personal angel, her finger indicating his presence and nodding in
his direction.   It was her face,  he had painted her  a thousand times in his
dreams, he had kissed her a million times in his every waking fantasy, it was
her, somehow,  through some unknown , unimaginable miracle, she had come for
him.   Her long dark hair was combed up and over her right shoulder  hanging
down on  one side almost to her waist, breaking  her otherwise perfect
symmetry, showing her left ear and an expensive diamond dangling from it.   Her
skin, flawless and deeply tanned,  glowed vibrantly with health,  her eyes,
dark and languid, framed by lush, long thick lashes flashed with an honest  {
:) }  intensity, sparkling with fire.  Her roman nose gave her an exotic, 
slightly  Mediterranean  aspect,  and full lips, perfectly pink, lusciously
glossed to a mirror shine adjusted slightly into a welcoming, tantalizing
smile, coy yet knowing.  An angel, a vision,  truly Heaven sent.

His heart was beating wildly, like in a Tom & Jerry cartoon, a big red heart
almost bursting out of his chest as she delicately and carefully moved towards
him,  her breasts slowly swaying, inviting him to enter  into  her private
portals.
"Hello!" she said, "I've been told to call you PM by your receptionist. Is that
okay?"  Her voice had a deep, sophisticated intensity to it.
"Er...yes,...fine..."  he inwardly cursed his inarticulateness, why get
tongue-tied now of all times?  "Sorry, you are?"
"Oh yes, sorry, I should have said" she smiled ever wider and brighter, "I'm
the translator for your meeting, Audrey's sick so they sent me.  I'm Renata 
Pleased to meet you PM."    She held out her hand and he noticed her
beautifully long varnished nails, shiny pink to match her shining lips and he
clasped her hand in his, a tentative shake, a fleeting first contact, the
coolness of her skin a devastating contrast to the heat he felt from her.
"Where on earth did you learn to speak Yoruba?"  he asked, unable to reconcile
her appearance with this rare ability. 
"Oh I've got quite a few hidden talents!" she laughed, a tinkling, beautiful
chuckle.
"Well,  Renata, the Prince is waiting, and I'm not sure he's used to that so if
you'll come with me I'd better get things underway!"  

He tried desperately to refocus on the meeting to come, to concentrate on the
deal ahead, but his eyes  wouldn't obey him.  He felt that his cock was going
to explode as she led the way down the corridor to the conference room, her 
legs divided exactly into  perfect, glossy halves by the  ram-rod straight
seams on her silken clad legs. And he realised that he had unconsciously been
stroking his cock through his trousers as he followed her.  'Christ. What is
happening to me?' he thought.

* * 2 * *


He had made it.  The deal was done ready to be signed, exclusive distribution
rights throughout  South-West Africa and then....  He'd done it.  This despite
the unbelievable distraction of Renata sitting next to him, the sultry sound of
her silken legs  swishing together as she crossed them whilst fluently
switching from English to the Prince's dialect.
"Can I offer you anything to drink, your Highness whilst we wait for the
documents to be prepared for signing?"
Renata  instantaneously converted this into the unintelligible - to him -
series of singsong, guttural clicks and grunts that were more mysterious to him
than any music.

He watched her as she worked and noticed a sudden, perplexed frown cloud her 
normally serene and beautiful features. 
"Er.....I don't quite know how to tell you this PM,  Jesus, ........er, ....I
don't know what to do?"   her voiced quavered and she bit her lip in tension
and worry.
"What? he hasn't changed his mind?" panic rising in his voice.
"No, no, the deal's fine..... and coffee would be fine too...........it's a
rather more delicate problem than that......God, I don't know how to tell you
this......"
"What, what is it. What's the problem?"
"Ummm,  well............you ready for this?"
"Sure, what is it for Heaven's sake?"
"The prince says that it is traditional in his country to celebrate the
striking  of a bargain between friends by sharing the most valuable possession
of the host with the guest."
"What? Well he's got it..what does he want? A ride in the Ferrari?"
"Er...no, I wish it was that kind of ride.  It's a little more personal than
that."
"What is it?  Just tell me for God's sake!"
"It's me."
He looked at her,  confusion apparent over his  face.  "I don't get it,   what
do you mean?"
"He kind of fancy's me I guess.  He figures that I'm your property and he
want's a piece."
PM's jaw dropped for the second time that day, it was becoming a habit.  "You
mean what I think you mean?  He wants to take you out and, ...er,
...well,.....you know,  ...er party a little?"  his voice fell, his Angel was
evaporating in front of him as was his deal.
"Not take me out, no.  He wants me here, now, and he stressed the sharing.  He
wants the two of you to fuck me."
PM sat bolt upright, the word 'fuck' sounding incongruous from the mouth of his
Heaven sent cherub.
"Look PM, I kind of need a time out here.  I'll get the papers ready and some
coffee, I need to think what's the best way out of this for all of us.  I know
their culture well and I'm sure there's some alternative way, just give me a
few moments okay?"
He nodded dumbly at her, suddenly feeling very alone as she got up and left
leaving him grinning inanely at the Prince who just stared at him, massively
impassive, silent as stone.


* * 3 * * 


It was the longest ten minutes of his life.  Nodding insanely at the Prince,
who nodded regally back.  Desperately trying to  think of a way out of this
nightmare.  'Fuck, fuck, fuck, why can't life be simple?'  he thought.  His
ruminations were interrupted as Renata came back into the room carrying a file
tucked under one arm and a tray with coffee and cups laid out in her hands..
"It's okay, PM, I've got the papers and I think I know a way out of this that
you'll find most satisfying." 
The way she accented 'satisfying'  puzzled him momentarily but he just sighed
in relief and nodded as she asked him if he wanted a cup.  She asked the Prince
something in that weird language, presumably whether he too wanted coffee as he
merely smiled and nodded his assent.

PM watched as she gracefully poured two cups of strong black coffee out and set
the cups in front of the two of them.
"Would you like white coffee?" she asked him.
"Please, Renata, but you forgot the milk, there's none on the tray."
"No, I didn't forget." she insisted, smiling in an odd way at him, her eyes
glued to his.

This time his jaw nearly hit the table.  He sat, totally unable to move,
paralyzed with astonishment as he watched her suddenly  reach into her tight,
tight  top and after struggling for a moment produced two, slightly damp round
pads from her blouse.  She threw them over her shoulder, still looking at him
all the time and with a supreme effort she arched her back right up whilst
taking a huge intake of air.  One tiny tug on her top and suddenly her breasts
were exposed, unfettered, swinging freely in front of them. 
"Plenty of milk here" she purred whilst lifting her right breast free of it's
half-cup bra confinement and raising the nipple to her mouth.  She squeezed her
breast forwards with both hands in a pumping motion, a little like milking a
cow's udder and she giggled deliciously as a drop of dewy, white moisture
collected on her teat.   A shiver of electricity shot down PM's spine as he
watched, still totally dumbstruck as her tongue snaked out from between her
pouting, pink lips and licked the drop of milk up.

He was jolted out of his trance like state by a sharp clap of the hands from
the Prince who gestured to Renata and then to the cup in front of him.    She
moved slowly and sensuously around the table towards the Prince.  Leaning over
the table she again started to pump her breast, holding the nipple dangerously
close to the steaming hot coffee.  She could feel the heat  rising from the cup
into her nipple and through her whole tit, making her tingle.  Suddenly a spray
of virginal white milk erupted from her engorged nipple, exploding into the
dark coffee like a brilliant firework on a pitch black night, swirling into a
spiraling trail as it mixed  darkness with  light.  Through all this, her eyes
had never left his.

The Prince jabbered something to her and she adjusted her position, opening her
legs wide apart whilst still pumping her cream into his cup.  Instinctively,
almost unaware, PM reached down under the desk and unzipped his pants, freeing
his incredibly painful, swollen erection from its constricted prison and began
to slowly pump his prick, working in unison with  the rhythmic pumping of her
hands on her breast.  The Prince casually lifted her skirt right up, peeling it
up over her stocking tops and revealing  her glorious ass cheeks leaving her
laid open and vulnerable.  He  gestured to PM to come and inspect his
'property' using both of his big, powerful hands to pull  the globes of her ass
cheeks wide apart.

PM stood up, he felt as though in a trance, unable to refuse the invitation,
totally oblivious to the surroundings, to his cock standing bolt upright,
leaking pre-cum from his swollen helmet.  He sank to his knees as though in
worship at the temple that was renata's ass.  Her tight puckered anus was
slightly open, almost winking at him as the Prince massaged her cheeks, pulling
them ever wider.  If she had been wearing panties they had been discarded when
she had disappeared to make the coffee and her  pussy was right in front of
him.  He could smell, and almost tangibly taste the overpowering scent of her
cunt which was leaking shiny, waxen drops of moisture over her smooth shaven
lips.  He had never wanted to taste anything as much in his entire life. He
knelt and began to pray, his tongue starting to lap the nectar leaking down her
inner thighs and  working his way inwards towards her lips.

He kissed, stroked, licked , forcing his tongue out and in between her lips
making her pussy start to spread wider, his nose wedged between her ass cheeks,
his tongue gently worming its way in deeper, starting to tongue-fuck her,
feeling her wetness  all over his face.  He again started to lick, almost
painfully stretching his neck so that his tongue could reach her engorged clit
and slip and slide round and up till his tongue rested against her asshole till
beginning its journey once more.  She started to respond to the movement of his
tongue and lips, grinding her  pussy hard into his face, forcing him to lick
harder and faster, to swallow the cunt-juice that was now pouring out of her
pussy.   The prince  observed all this in an almost detached way as though
watching them perform for his amusement but he suddenly moved his right hand
forwards to Renata's mouth and offered her his fingers to lick and suck.  Her
pink lips started to open and she began to lubricate his fingers with her
saliva, licking and sucking each finger in turn from finger tip to knuckle
rolling her tongue around each proffered digit.

The prince imperiously pulled his hand free from Renata's mouth and swiftly
moved it back to her ass smearing her saliva around the tight, constricted
opening to her anus.  Fraction of an inch by fraction he gently probed his
index finger into her tight asshole, gradually forcing his finger into her 
hole, finger fucking her ass as she rocked in and out responding to PM's face
fucking.  Renata started to moan, a low throaty moan coming from deep inside
her as she started to feel her orgasm build.  PM started to bite  and flick his
tongue harder against her clit and she started to go over the edge as wave
after wave of pressure built up inside of her. She bit her lip but couldn't
suppress the scream as it hit her, her legs wobbling and shaking precariously
in her heels as the tumultuous force of her first orgasm overwhelmed her, 
causing her to drop  forwards, her breast and nipple actually dropping into the
hot coffee, ballooning almost obscenely over the edge of the cup; it wasn't hot
enough to burn but the heat in her nipple only increased the pleasure she was
feeling.

As her orgasm slowly subsided, reducing her to a quivering, super-sensitized
wreck the Prince removed his finger and pulled his ceremonial robes up above
his waist revealing his huge, purple turreted, ebony shaft.   Moving back his
chair slightly he pulled Renata away from PM's face and  uttered a few unknown
words to her.  She responded to his words and swung one leg over him using PM’s
head to steady herself straddling him, her swollen, glistening pussy poised
over the head of his cock.  Taking hold of her tiny waist the Prince slowly
pulled her down so that his cock was rubbing up and down her fleshy lips, the
ebony shaft an exotic contrast to the pale fragility of her pink lips.  She
wailed uncontrollably as his cock found the entrance to her tunnel and she sank
her pussy over his thick cock.

She stared wildly at PM as she started to ride the Prince’s cock, bucking up
and down, loving the sensation when her clit shot down his slick shaft and was
tickled unmercifully by his tight wiry pubic hair on each downward thrust.

"Kiss me!" she huskily whispered to PM who stood up and bent his head to meet
her open mouth.  Their tongues met, tentatively at first, then with increasing
ferocity as they began to savor and devour each others  lips and tongues,
swirling and exchanging the wetness in their mouths, Renata tasting her own
sweet juices on his face, lips and tongue.  "Give me your cock! I need to taste
it" she implored, and PM pulled back, not quite understanding anything other
than the fact that he wanted this woman more than anyone in his whole life, his
Angel was there, really here, wanted him, and that his cock was harder than he
had ever known.

As the Prince lifted her up and down on his pulsing cock as though she were a
toy, PM held his cock and stood by her side longing to feel her  hot, wet mouth
around his shaft.   She slowly reached out her hands and very gently began to
scrape and flick her long sharp nails up and down his shaft, teasing him,
driving him wild as she tickled the junction between glans and shaft, hurting
but also incredibly arousing him.  Her glossy lips came ever closer to his cock
and she opened them slightly and started to blow hot air onto his glans,
driving him wilder still.  "Do you want me to suck you?" she whispered.  "Do
you want to fuck my face?"

He couldn't speak, only moan, nod his assent. and finally he felt her molten
hot tongue flick out and start to tantalize his cock. with feather-lite strokes
and licks.  "Oh God!" he moaned as she slowly encircled his cock with her pink
lips and started to slide his rod into her wet mouth.  The sensation was
unbelievable as she started to swallow him, her tongue ridged under his shaft
as she gently eased her way down deeper and deeper, her breathing become louder
as she snorted through her nostrils, engulfing him, pulling him into her.  He
had never been blown like this, he couldn't believe how good it felt and was
amazed by the ease in which she took his entire length right into her mouth and
throat until his cum-laden balls were squashed against her chin.  Her nails 
and fingers started to tease and milk his balls as she started to move faster
up and down his cock, taking him right in and then out so that his cock-head
nearly popped out but her incredible powers of suction just managed to keep 
him where he wanted to be.  He had to come, he wanted to fuck her face, feel
his balls slapping against her chin, feel her throat milking his cock dry of
every last drop of sperm.  He started to thrust forwards, faster  and faster,
using her mouth like a cunt, his hands around her head pulling her on and off
his cock, timing his thrusts with the Prince's  still fucking her wet, wet
pussy.

He was almost there one more stroke and...suddenly her mouth was gone and she
sat riding her Prince's cock, eyes shut as she felt  another tidal wave of
pleasure engulf her every fibre, every cell in her body pulsating in harmony
with the orgasm rippling through her.  As her shaking subsided, almost like an
epileptic coming out of a fit, she laughed and said, "Well, we've had the
coffee, how about something to eat....maybe  a sandwich?

She unstraddled the Prince and looked PM in the eye, one brow raised in a
quizzical manner.  "Do you want the front or the backdoor honey? I think our
friend here's too big for my  tight little arse!  Do you wanna fuck my  ass?" 
He knew she knew the answer and watched as she told the Prince to lay on the
floor and lusted after  her incredible body as she knelt over his thighs and
eased herself onto his black cock once more.  He quickly threw his pants off
and knelt down behind her, kissing and lubricating her asshole with his tongue,
forcing it up into her crapper as she started to ride the cock in her slick
pussy once more.  "Oh God, yes! fuck my ass with your tongue" she cried,
whimpering with pleasure as he tasted  this forbidden pleasure.  "Oh yeah, suck
my tits honey!" she whispered squashing her huge breasts into the Prince's
upraised face, milk still leaking from her distended nipples.  PM spat on his
hand and ran it up his shaft for a final touch of lubrication and slowly, very
slowly maneuvered his throbbing cock until it rested against her bucking ass. 
"Yeah, do it baby, stick it to me, fuck me, fuck my ass good." she wailed as he
gently eased his cock-head into the tight brown opening.  His legs straddled
wide over her and the Prince, he held onto her shoulders as he eased his cock
in further, with each upward stroke of her pussy on the Prince's cock, he felt
his cock slide a little deeper in, the resistance lessening with each movement.
 Suddenly he was in, he felt his cock penetrate and seemingly get sucked right
into and up her ass. He paused for a moment, regaining his balance and feeling
the rhythm of the Prince beneath him before beginning to thrust in  as she came
up off the cock in her pussy and out as she impaled herself once more on his
rigid black rod. 

He had never felt anything like this in his life it was an incredible union of
bodies working together.  The tightness of her arse causing an unbelievably
good friction up and down his cock and the added sensation of the other cock,
almost like a vibrator buzzing against him as he fucked her with increasing
ferocity.  Renata dissolved into uncontrollable sobs of pleasure as she felt
the two cocks working her, playing her like an instrument, making her feel
completely plugged and fulfilled.  She didn’t want it to stop, she wanted this
always, it was what she was for, she was born to be fucked like this.  The
weight of PM's body on top of her forced her down hard onto the Prince's cock
causing her clit to rub really hard against his groin, giving her the most
incredible mini-orgasms with each stroke.  As the two men worked her like a
team she felt a terrifying intensity building inside her, she knew this was it,
she knew she was going to come like never before.  Even the Prince started to
lose his silent demeanour and started to gasp as she rode them both into near
oblivion. Then it hit.  A lightening strike shot through her body making her go
rigid, unbending despite the continued thrusts of her two lovers.  The feeling
spread from her pussy and ass through her whole body, her fingers tingled, her
toes trembled and her brain just melted to jelly as  she came, juice spurting
onto the cock in her pussy and contractions clamping them both tight in their
chosen holes as she surrendered to the ultimate orgasm with a scream that she
thought was never to end.  PM felt  her ass clamping him tight like a vice and
this added pressure took him over the edge. The Prince too felt her shaking and
could  barely hold back.  PM tensed and felt his cum pass that point where you
know it's happening and gratefully surrendered his body to the orgasm coming. 
With a howl he felt his scalding cum erupt from his cock deep inside her ass,
each thrust and spurt making her ass feel wetter, and juicier.  He came, like
never before, the orgasm in his head, a vision of his angel beneath him,
feeling the cum being milked from his balls as she had milked her own breasts
for them.

The Prince suddenly howled and with incredible strength lifted Renata off his
cock and slid forwards until his cock rested against her huge tits.  Grasping
them he forced them together into a milky tunnel around his cock and began to
fuck her tits furiously as she lowered her head to lick his cock head on each
upward stroke.  With an almighty scream he started to cum.  Strings of sperm
shooting into her open mouth, over her lips and face, and falling back onto her
swollen breasts mingling with her own milk still leaking from her nipples in a
perfect symbol of unity, his cream and hers.


* * 4 * *

Renata sat back in the Limo with a satisfied smile on her face.  "When do you
think he'll notice that he's just signed a contract for ten billion dollars and
not for one?" she asked with a giggle.  
"He's just had a taste of heaven my dear, I don't think he'll notice for a
while yet!"
"Isn't it great to be able to understand what we're saying to each other!  I
can't believe he bought that Yoruba bullshit" she said, looking up into the
eyes of her Prince.  





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