Pampering the Princess

“Unlike English, conjugation plays an important role in Portuguese,” explained Celma.

Amitav nodded his head obediently, trying to focus more on his teacher’s sexy voice than her voluptuous body. They were seated next to each other at the study table in his apartment in the posh Miramar locality of Luanda.

Aware of her pupil’s randy disposition, Celma had dressed conservatively, wearing simple jeans and a loose fitting white shirt. But she could not help her sensuous face, chocolaty skin, braided hair and husky voice, all of which deeply fascinated her adoring protégé. In addition, her shirt pocket had a black cat embroidered on it, which distracted him. He envied the feline’s fortune for being in such close proximity to her marvelous honey-colored mounds.

“Too complicated!” Amitav shook his head in despair, his eyes fixed on the cat.

“It isn’t if you concentrate!”

In response, he tried to kiss her.

“Stop it!” she yelled, pushing him away.

“Why?”

“Not now,” she said firmly.

He threw her an indignant look.

“Please Amit,” she persuaded softly, placing her hand on his.

“I am tired,” he frowned, folding his arms like a petulant child.

Smiling indulgently, she ran her fingers through his hair.

Suddenly the lights went off, drowning the room in darkness.

“Oh, no!” she groaned.

“Oh, yes!” Amitav muttered under his breath. For the first time he felt grateful to the erratic power supply of EDEL, the government company supplying electricity to Angola’s capital.

“What about your generator,” she asked.

“It’s out of order,” he lied.

Maneuvering his way in the darkness, he reached the edge of the room and opened the windows. A cool breeze hit his face and he closed his eyes to savor the moment.

He felt her softness against his body and put his arm around her waist.

“A full moon!” she observed.

“Ideal for romance,” he quipped, making her giggle.

Greatly encouraged, he took her in his arms. This time she didn’t resist, instead melted in his embrace and allowed him to kiss her luscious lips.

Holding hands they walked back to the room. He reclined on the sofa and she spooned against him, head resting upon his chest. He nuzzled his nose against her hair and slipped his hands under her shirt, running circles on her smooth belly.

“Celma!”

“Yes.”

“Celma !”

“Say baby!” she sighed, as his hands slid under her bra.

“Nothing, honey. Love uttering your name,” he gushed.

“Why?”

“Coz I feel crazy about you, princes!” he blurted.

Throwing her arms backward around his neck, she pulled his face closer and arched her head upwards. Their lips met and tongues frolicked.

“Even I keep thinking of you all the time,” she confessed, stopping the kiss and laying her head back on his chest.

“What do you think?”

“How special you make me feel,” she whispered as his hands cupped the swell of her breasts.

His cock formed an uncomfortable tent in his trousers. Sensing his need she wriggled her hips, generating friction on his shaft. Releasing her tits, he unbuttoned her jeans. He slipped one hand inside her panty, and gently traced the contours of her slit with his finger. Familiar with her needs he teased the sensitive nub and nibbled her ears. She rewarded his efforts with erotic moans and dampness in her pussy.

He proceeded to unbutton her shirt and slid it off her shoulders before unclasping and casting away her bra. Resting his chin on her shoulder, his eyes devoured her magnificent orbs under the silvery moonlight. The black areola and nipples tempted him. Grabbing the twin beauties, he began to fondle and squeeze them as she rotated her ass more vigorously over the pole in his pants.

She raised her hip and peeled off her jeans and panty. His fingers dug into the juicy softness of her shapely bottom. She inclined her neck sideways and his hungry lips joined hers in a passionate embrace.

He planted kisses on her long neck, while their fingers entwined in a tender union. She brought his hand to her mouth and kissed it. His hardness begged for release, and she reached underneath her hip and unzipped him. It sprang to life in her slender fingers and she touched her slit with the mushroom head.

He clasped his hands on her breasts from behind, as his rigid shaft disappeared inside her silky wetness. Finding her mouth again with his, he groped her breasts and began to thrust inside her. The spooned position offered perfect penetration and his cock plunged much deeper into her than ever before. Her smooth hips jiggled on his belly making his rod touch every nerve within her depths. She reached an explosive climax, her pussy clamping around him like a vise. Unable to resist the sweet sensations any longer, he erupted deep within her womb.

Bodies sated, they stood by the window, holding hands. An orange glow from the smoldering embers of the roadside barbecue reminded them about their other physical needs.

“Let’s go out for dinner,” he suggested.

“Don’t pamper me so much!”

“You are my Princess!”

He knelt and kissed her hand, bringing a smile to her lips.

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