MadameFrankie (2 page)

Freeing one hand, she then picked up the banana. She rubbed
it against her wanton lips. She kissed it, then licked it, licked it the way
she would lick his sweet dick. She stroked it with her tongue, stroked Jazz’s
joint until her mind heard him moaning.

She then felt the slow thrust of his thick brown and yellow
pecker part her hungry lips. As it slid slowly back and forth, cradled on her
quivering tongue, teasing the back of her throat, she gagged with desire. She
was on fire.

But she still needed more. She lowered the hand that was
busy with her breast down to the hem of her skirt. She lifted that skirt and
found the band of her panties. She yanked them down desperately, down past her
knees and shimmied them down to her ankles. She then probed the pink of her
sweet, sticky warmth with fingers spry and flirtatious.

Still her greedy lust was begging for more. She kicked off
her heels and kicked off her panties, gathered at her ankles. Huffing and
puffing with flaming desire, she hoisted her leg up to her chest and landed a
bare foot on the counter. Now straddled above the sink, she took the hand that
was teasing her dripping wet pussy and made it soothingly caress her leg and
her thigh and her sumptuous ass. She dizzied herself as she broad-stroked her
limb from one end to the other.

“Oooooh shit dayum…” she meowed gutturally. “Oooooh shit
fuck goddayum, Jazz…”

Her famished fingers went from limb to hot pussy with
delirious delight. She then took the banana she’d been face-fucked with and
took it downtown.

Breathlessly, she slipped his big yellow banana inside her
lip-smacking hole.

She was almost there.

She rode that banana. With one foot on the floor and the
other on the counter, she humped and she pumped what she knew was pure jazz. It
was syncopated sex that had her wailing on the downbeat and sucking teeth on
the upswing.

She swallowed it whole and then oozed it back out. The lips
of her pussy took total control, coating the fruit cock with her juices.

“Uh! Uh!” she neighed desperately, pumping herself with a
frenzy. She threw her head back, then forward, then back again. The mounting of
her sexual high crazed her.

She rode that banana like a buckaroo cowboy. She rocked it
and rolled it, then danced it around the walls of her pussy.

“Yes! Yes!” she screamed with desperate glee.

And then she was there. The explosion of her climax sent her
body into conniptions. She shook all over. She laughed and she cried. Then she
huffed and puffed and grunted like a first-place runner at the finish line. She
was gloriously spent.

She fixed herself up, then went to the door and opened it.
The other panelists had arrived. They eyed her demurely in awe and with envy.
She eyed them right back with a smile. She then went to the table and feasted
on grapes and a thin slice of Brie on a sesame seed cracker.

She couldn’t believe how distracted she was by Jazz standing
in the wings. She and the other panelist chatted winningly about what women
could expect from an Obama second term and the Democratic Party. But all
Frankie could think about was the party she had planned for Jazz back in her
hotel room.

Urged on by the moderator, former Michigan Governor Jennifer
Granholm, the audience applauded and cheered enthusiastically at the end of the
discussion. Frankie mingled graciously with the crowd and signed autographs before
being rescued by Jazz and whisked off to the idling SUV.

Their fifteen-minute ride to the hotel was a heated one, but
subtle. They were both aware of the driver’s rearview mirror surveillance and
didn’t want to risk any scandal. But Frankie could barely help herself. She
stared out the window while she massaged Jazz’s thick package swelling inside
his pants. She closed her eyes and fluttered her eyebrows as Jazz squeezed her
probing hand with his chunky thighs and throbbing jackhammer. It took everything
in her power to keep from slipping her other hand under her blouse. Her nipples
were begging to be touched and caressed.

By the time they reached the hotel, Jazz’s hard-on was
raging. When they got out of the vehicle, he had to un-tuck his shirt and hide
his bulge with his shirttail.

When they got inside her hotel suite, Jazz pressed her up
against the door they had just shut behind them. He stared into her eyes and
then surveyed her smiling face.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in awe.

“And so are you,” she whispered back.

Gently he kissed her on the lips, so gently that she thought
it was a warm summer mist. She nearly fainted with the dizzying sensation.

But he caught her in her swooning free fall. He held her,
then embraced her, all the while kissing her eyelids as they fluttered.

He ran his fingers softly through her hair. His musky aroma
enraptured her, lovingly pressed against the door.

He slow-grinded her teasingly, shamelessly, until she could
resist no more. She grabbed at his dick with both hands. The move caused him to
groan in that deep, sexy baritone of his. He kissed her on the mouth again,
then parted her lips and jammed his tongue hungrily down her throat. She sucked
on his tongue as if it were his dick, which throbbed anxiously inside his
pants, begging for its freedom. And so she obliged.

Even as their kisses became wild and juicy acts of insoluble
lust, her hands grew just as anxious as her lips. Frantically, nervously, she
unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, which dropped to the
floor. She then blindly peeled his boxer briefs away from the thick and brazen
one-eyed boner, warm and veiny to her touch, pulsing restlessly in her palm.
She opened her eyes and looked down at the beautiful monster, fat in her grasp.

She gasped at the sight of it, bigger than even she had
imagined. A pearl drop of pre-cum glistened at the slit of its perfectly formed
mushroom head, which protruded from the mark of its circumcision.

She caressed it and squeezed it, then slowly slid her
cylinder grasp up and down its massive shaft.

She needed to pray. She needed to worship. So she dropped
down to her knees and jammed his cock deep down her starving throat. She sucked
it with the glee and the fury of the gods of good cock sucking. She lollipopped
his fat balls with the tongue of a nymph Catholic schoolgirl, then she went
lower and under and tongue-slathered the slight and silky hairs of a Creole
around his squeaky clean asshole with dreamsicle delight.

She was a bad girl in a goodie-goodie candy store and she
loved every minute of the marvelous menace she heaped upon her brick house
man-toy.

He sighed and laughed and grunted and moaned. He reminded
her of what she loved most about thick, pungent black dick—the jaw-breaking
girth, the smoky-gold shaft crowned with an oak-colored head, rustic
walnut-like balls that slapped under her chin.

Her mouth then rediscovered his dick. And he face-fucked her
good with it and then better.

She gurgled with greedy delight and cry-fussed like a baby
when he eased himself out of her wanton and whimpering mouth.

Spoiled brat that she was, she grabbed hold of his divining
rod and pulled him to the bedroom. His pants still around his ankles, he did
quick, tiny geisha steps behind her. She threw him on the bed where he bounced
with the art of an athlete’s grace. She then tore off his pants, ripped off her
blouse and snatched off her skirt, revealing her panty-free beauty.

He beheld with amazement her brazen display. His rock-hard
dick flinched and twitched, saluting her Venus de Milo shapeliness.

He pulled her down to the bed, laid her on her back, then
straddled her. On his knees, he scooted up to her beautiful face.

He then slid his hard rod down her neck and across her
throat, circling it, marking it with the lather of his manhood.

Then he went lower and sandwiched his dick between her
stiff-nippled breasts. He lingered there for a while and slowly slid his boy
back and forth between the softness and the warmth and the immeasurable
pleasure of her firm and beautiful sumptuousness.

And now he sighed. He was a one-pup litter with the tits all
to himself. With diligent desire, she squeezed her breasts around his thick,
young, spry joystick. She caressed it and massaged it with joy and jubilation.
She kneaded it and needed it more.

And so did he. The pleasure was wildly infinite. He wanted
to give as good as he was getting. So while she massaged and soothed his stiff
manhood in the soft warmth of her breasts, he slipped one hand underneath her
and brought her up to him.

He kissed her desperately. He probed her mouth like a
gluttonous child, lost in a sweet shop of carnal delights.

Then he reached back down with the other hand and found the
soft hairs that crowned the opening of that moist treasure between her legs. He
brushed his trembling hand atop the soft and silky hairs of her pussy. She
arched her body upward at the sweet sensation of his hovering touch.

His tongue dug deeper into the moist warmth of her mouth.
His fingers dug deep and hit her spot. She gagged, not knowing if his tongue
down her throat or his fingers in her pussy were the champion de jour.

“God-fucking-damn!” she screamed, gasping for air.

Frantically, she grabbed hold of his dick. She squeezed it
and twisted it, while his two-finger twitter inside her drove her mad with
passion and satisfaction. It took her to a level of pleasure that called for an
oxygen mask. But she didn’t care that she couldn’t breathe. Her breath had been
gloriously taken away.

But he wasn’t done with the sweet, loving torture he
lavished on her with relish.

“You like,
mon cher
?” he whispered huskily.

“I love,” she whispered back, barely audible, too weakened
by lust and unbearable joy.

He eased himself down her beautiful body, making idolatrous
stops all along the way. Breast, stomach, navel, vagina, legs, feet and toes.
He sampled them all with a tongue expertly trained. And she meowed and purred
and hissed and hummed as he hit each spot and marked them as his.

He turned her over ever so gently and propped her up on her
knees. The sight of her ass and her sweet smiling pussy weakened him with a new
found desire.

“Beautiful, baby…” was all he could say. His humility was
drenched with awe and admiration. “So, so, beautiful…”

He filled both hands with her plump and glistening ass cheeks.
Then he hungrily licked the slit of her pouting mound, spread it into a grin
with his fingers and fluttered it.

Then his impetuous tongue lathered every square inch of her
doggy-style beauty. She shuddered as he licked and explored spot after spot.
New kinds of tingles shot through her body. Her pussy puckered and unpuckered,
snapped with unabashed gratitude as she rode on his tongue.

As he continued to feast on her glory, his hands cupped her
breasts. He squeezed them and played with them. He toyed furiously with her
nipples, pulling her up by them to his chest.

The wetness between her legs oozed as she arched up and
backed herself into his bulging chest, preparing her well for the new thrill to
come.

Quickly, he rummaged through his pants, which lay crumpled
on the bed next to him. He found the condom, tore it open and rolled it down
his throbbing meat.

His anxious arms found their way around her waist. When he
entered her from behind, easing into her womanly parlor, slowly slipping and
sliding against her sweet sugar walls, she thought she would die from the joy
of it all. She collapsed on the bed, facedown, ass up, pussy filled and
rhythmically fucked with his deliciousness.

The feeling of all those inches set off every alarm in her
hole. The deep-dicking sent her into spasms that caused her to booty-dance on
it, writhe on it as it stirred her into a state of unearthly delirium.

“That’s right, baby,” she moaned nastily, her face twisting
and turning in the pillow beneath her. “Give it to me like you know how. Yeah,
that’s it. Yeah, you know what my pussy wants. You know how to make it smile.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.”

He pumped her hard and steady.

“Harder!” she barked, flinching with pleasure each time his
jab hit her spot. “Harder! Yes! Harder!”

Tears streamed down her face as she lifted herself up on her
hands and thrust into his pounding, taking his furious dick pit bull style.

“Ufh! Ufh!” she barked, matching his new furious rhythm. The
smack of dick riding doggy-style pussy had the bed creaking and pleading. But
the sex-crazed lovers were giving up slack to no one and nothing. Only the
insane pleasure they were giving each other ruled the moment and their passion.

He rammed her and she rammed him right back until both of
them were screaming and cursing and praising and coming.

And then it happened for both of them at the exact same
time. The double explosion had them crazed with conniptions.

“I love you, Frankie!” he screamed over and over as he
strained and shot his full load in her quivering hole. And she huffed and
puffed and yelled out as he filled her and thrilled her into blathering
whimpers that caused her to collapse on the bed, his dick still deep inside
her, where she shivered in a pool of her sweat and her unearthly pleasure.

He collapsed on top of her. The warmth and the sweat of his
beautiful body blanketed her. Then she froze as he left the bed. He returned
before she could find the energy to move, gloriously unsheathed once more and
lay on her. She reached back and grabbed hold of his rock-solid ass.

He kissed her on the neck and then on the cheek. She angled
her head to face him. Their eyes met. They smiled in the lull of their
beautiful lovemaking. He kissed her oh so gently on the mouth. She tightened
her grip on his beautiful ass. She guided it into a slow grinding. She could
feel his dick growing again. She could feel the tingle in her breast, the
heaving joy and good low down groove.

Before they knew it, they were at it again.

* * * * *

Later that evening, they dined by candlelight in the hotel’s
five-star restaurant. They had after-dinner drinks in the nearly deserted but
dreamily romantic rooftop lounge. Through the glass-domed ceiling, a full moon
smiled down on them. Jazz, at the baby grand piano, gently serenaded Frankie
with one beautiful Stevie Wonder ballad after another.

His beautiful singing, his beautiful musicianship and the
beautiful, fabulous and furious way he made love to her earlier, made her
realize something that was all too real. She was more than in like with young
Mr. Jazz Mornay. She was in love…even if cautiously so.