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Click here"Karen, that's wondrous! I'm so proud - dean's list three times running "... of course I pulled over.
You ken I don't relish to verbalize on the phone while driving. No, just picked up some dry cleaning ... no, Daddy's working tardy ... I was just peregrinating home for another supper alone. Thanks - dote you, additionally!"
Vivienne Wu hung up and, for the first time descried her circumventions, Willow Grove's notorious red light district. When her daughter had called, she had ceased on Pepper Street. With the tinted glass of her convertible, it was infeasible for pedestrians to discern who was driving.
"Fortuitous for me," Vivienne thought amusedly, as her hand went to the gearshift. "It wouldn't do for Officer Flynn to cerebrate Colin was probing for 'action' at five o'clock in the evening!"
A tap at her window caught her attention. Unnoticed, someone had sidled up to the driver's side and was now peering in vain to make out the driver.
Automatically out of politeness, Vivienne pushed the down button for the window. "She'll optically discern it's a woman and peregrinate away," she mentally conceived.
As the tinted glass rolled down, Vivienne was struck by the prostitute's stunning appearance. Proximately six feet tall in ludicrously high heels, the tan woman had luxuriant titian hair that cascaded past her bottom. Her tresses were longer than her fluorescent tangerine dress, which clung to her curves as though painted on.
An effulgent lime-green shoulder bag dangled from the woman's left wrist, and a svelte ebony bidi cigarette wisped smoke between her tenuous fingers. This was the most sensuous person of either sex Vivienne had ever visually perceived.
"Hello," she smiled, a little crookedly. "I am Manuela. You relish?"
"He-hello," Vivienne hesitated. "Affirmative...I...like..."
Manuela bent to bring her face through the open window. Her scent, strawberries and citrus, wafted over Vivienne, like waves on a beach.
"Mmmm...you are Chinese?"
Vivienne could only mutely nod.
"I've never had a Chinese woman afore," Manuela whispered, as she brought her full lips to Vivienne's cheek.
"Please - please get in," Vivienne managed, hoarsely. Manuela brushed her painted lips lightly over Vivienne's mouth. Vivienne involuntarily closed her ocular perceivers, knuckles white on the steering wheel. The tan woman's orange lacquered fingernails brushed Vivienne's flaming cheek. The fragrance of the vanilla-flavoured tobacco on Manuela's breath exhilarated Vivienne.
"I cerebrate I will," Manuela breathed.
Opening her ocular perceivers, Vivienne couldn't abstract her optical discernment from Manuela's form, as she slunk sinuously to the passenger's side.
Closing her door, Manuela simply took Vivienne's face in both her hands and osculated her full on the mouth. Tongues intertwined and probed, duelling in an amorous contest with both emerging victorious. Vivienne couldn't abstain from moaning from deep in her throat as the exquisite sensations surmounted her.
She conclusively broke the osculation, to regain her breath and composure.
"Wow."
"I relished that," admitted Manuela. "Where can we go?"
Vivienne considered. She didn't feel right inviting Manuela to her domicile, and she didn't ken her well enough yet to invite herself to Manuela's place.
"Let's go to the Cosmopolitan."
"But that's in Central City!"
"It's twenty minutes on the Interstate. They make a terrific Caesar," Vivienne cringed as she auricularly discerned herself endeavouring to minimize verbalize with this erotic creature.
Manuela grinned.
"Why not?"
The sleek ebony BMW sped away into the crepuscule.
"Baby, I'm gonna show you the time of your life..."
There seemed to be no congruous replication, so Vivienne kept her silence until they approached the hotel.
"Shall we victual first?" asked Vivienne politely, as they pulled into the parking area. She blushed furiously as Manuela only leered at her in reply.
"You ken what I betoken!"
"Business afore delectation, honey."
"All right. I've never done this afore, you ken."
"Leave it to me." Manuela got out and circumnavigated to Vivienne's window. "I'll be right back."
Five minutes later, she returned with a key.
"I promise you, this is going to be genuinely special," smiled Manuela.
Hand in hand, like it, was the most natural thing in the world, the women strolled into the luxury hotel. They took the elevator, fingers still clasped, eyeing each other with mutual interest and curiosity.
Manuela opened the door for Vivienne and ushered her in, hand in the minute of her back. She closed it quietly abaft them, fumbling for a moment in her purse.
Breathing deeply, Vivienne took in a glance around the room, nodding her approbation.
When her ocular perceivers eventually returned to her sultry companion, she was shocked to visually perceive Manuela, hip outslung, brandishing handcuffs and a chained insignia on her index finger!
"Okay, sweetie, don't make this any harder on yourself than it requires to be. You're under apprehension. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you verbalize can be..."
The words blurred together. Vivienne could only cerebrate numbly of the scandal as her hands were manacled abaft her. What would Colin verbalize?
"You don't mind if I pat you down, honey?" Manuela asked, half-apologetically. "I'm contrite, it's regulations."
Vivienne shut her ocular perceivers tightly and shook her head. On the verge of tears, she didn't trust herself to verbalize.
Manuela grinned, fished a white-and-red tin from her handbag. She popped a couple of round white mints into her mouth and rubbed her hands together.
Vivienne flinched scarcely at the contact of her warm hand on her neck. Despite herself, Vivienne trembled with exhilaration and arousal.
From abaft her, Manuela slipped Vivienne's blazer off her shoulders, and let it slip down to her bound wrists. Gently, she moved her hands over Vivienne's shoulders, her arms and her torso.
The Chinese woman stiffened abruptly when she felt Manuela's hands cup her sizably voluminous, firm breasts.
"You are very exhilarated by this, affirmative?"
Bewildered, Vivienne didn't ken what to do. Practised fingers tease her nipples, rigid from fear and arousal. Manuela felt Vivienne involuntarily respond to her physical contact. She perpetuated her examination, letting her palms linger over those marvellous tits afore uncapping them.
"What do we have here?" she asked rhetorically, as she unbuttoned the front of Vivienne's blouse. "Oh, concealed weapons?"
She nimbly unclasped the front of Vivienne's frilly ebony bra.
"Hmmm, this calls for a more proximate look."
Vivienne couldn't avail but open her ocular perceivers at that. She gaped as she optically canvassed the top of that luxuriant mane bend toward her bosom. Now, she could smell the vigorous odour of peppermint on Manuela's breath. Thermal halitus seemed to sear her unclad breast. She felt her mouth work spasmodically, as a gelid/spicy tongue burned the tip of her nipple.
Manuela expertly teased Vivienne's brown nipples to rock-hard attention, her hands sensuously playing over her own body under Vivienne's rapt gaze. Her hazel ocular perceivers caught Vivienne's and she winked seductively, rolling her tongue lasciviously between half-open lips.
Fascinated, Vivienne optically canvassed as Manuela gradually knelt, and facilitated a finger into her mouth, moistening it. With her other hand, she unfastened Vivienne's skirt while her helpless captive reflexively moved her hips towards her physical contact. They were so proximate to each other Vivienne could optically discern Manuela's pupils dilate as her gaze lingered approvingly on her toned thighs.
As the skirt dropped to the carpet, Manuela utilized her wet finger to draw down the elastic of Vivienne's panties. She noted with gratification that the standing woman's juices liberatingly flowed from a dripping pussy. She elongated her tongue as far as she could, to tease the dark folds apart so their glistening moisture could perpetuate to please her ocular perceiver.
Mesmerized, Vivienne stifled a moan as she optically canvassed Manuela impishly wrinkle her nasal perceiver while lapping at her salivating cunt. With her apparel dangling abaft her from bound arms, she somehow felt more unclad than had she been plenarily unclad. Manuela's peppermint-laced tongue felt like a red-sultry poker against her oozing snatch. She had to have more of that electric tongue, or explode!
"C'mon over here, sugar. Mama needs better - uh, light," Manuela panted. She towed her compliant charge to the king-sized bed.
Compliantly, Vivienne sat and splayed her legs for Manuela. The brown woman bent and caressed Vivienne's feet, still clad in stylish ebony pumps, afore crossing her arms and pulling her orange spandex dress over her head to reveal a magnificent body, toffee-coloured all over.
Vivienne's ocular perceivers widened as she optically discerned Manuela's bleached blonde pubic hair. She licked her lips in anticipation as Manuela swung her long legs onto the bed.
"What do you cerebrate of my 'special' treatment?" Manuela asked, lightly raking her own body with long nails. She kittenishly pouted for Vivienne, hands cupping the opulent mounds of her golden breasts.
"You were right, it is very special..." purred Vivienne into her auditory perceiver. Hands still abaft her, she bent to take the tip of Manuela's left breast into her hungry mouth.
The hard lozenge of flesh was the most astronomically immense Vivienne had ever visually perceived. The pink pyramid was plenarily an inch long, and its resilience felt divine between Vivienne's teeth. She savoured the dewy moistness adorning the turgid nipple even as she gobbled avariciously. Vivienne could taste the saccharinity of tobacco on Manuela's body. It exhilarated her outlandishly...
Vivienne was gratified to feel Manuela's body writhe in reaction to her ministrations. She felt plenarily dominated as Manuela clutched her hair with her left hand, and utilized her right to guide Vivienne's mouth to her own for an osculation.
Cumbersomely hefty-lidded with concupiscence, her ocular perceivers rolled back in her head and conclusively shut. Peppermint ardency flooding her mouth and her senses. The sultry tongue probed acquisitively, danced enticingly with her own, then thrust insistently. The two women moaned in concert as the heat of their lovemaking reached pyrexia pitch.
Hands still chained together, Vivienne nuzzled Manuela's damp sex as well as she could, urging herself forwards with elbows and shoulders.
"Ooooohh, mmmm, baby..." Manuela sighed, shifting her thighs to clamp gently on Vivienne's head to afford her better access. "That's it - oh, yeah!"
Vivienne salivated as she warmed to her task, Manuela's lush muskiness washing over her agog nasal discerner, her cheek, her chin.
Unencumbered, Manuela utilized her fingers, lips and tongue to devastating effect on Vivienne's labia, clitoris and sopping love-tunnel. She felt her own climax mounting as Vivienne's supine form wriggled orgiastically.
"Ahh...that...feels...great..."
"Mmmmh - nngh! Ngh! Mmm!" came Vivienne's muffled reply.
"Oh, God! I'm going to...going to...Oh! Ohhh! Oh! OH! OOOH!"
Manuela screamed out her climax as she felt her warm love-syrup gush into Vivienne's sucking mouth. At the instant of Manuela's release, Vivienne felt herself go over the edge. She spewed her sultry cum all over Manuela's face.
Now moaning softly, Manuela rubbed her face and hair into Vivienne's juice-laden thighs. Her flushed face looked tenderly into Vivienne's.
She sat up, stroking Vivienne's hair.
"We've got all night, baby. What can Manuela do for you next?"
Vivienne considered for a moment.
"Would you...smoke for me?"
This story (as well as another posted by this member) was written by Lotuseater back in 2000 and in much better English.
Love For Sale
by Lotuseater
"Karen, that's wonderful! I'm so proud - dean's list three times running
... of course I pulled over. You know I don't like to speak on the phone
while driving. No, just picked up some dry cleaning ... no, Daddy's working
late ... I was just going home for another supper alone. Thanks - love you,
too!"
Vivienne Wu hung up and, for the first time noticed
her surroundings, Willow Grove's notorious red light district. When her
daughter had called, she had stopped on Pepper Street. With the tinted
glass of her convertible, it was impossible for pedestrians to discern who
was driving.
"Lucky for me," Vivienne thought amusedly, as her hand
went to the gearshift. "It wouldn't do for Officer
Flynn to think Colin was looking for 'action' at five o'clock in the
evening!"
A tap at her window caught her attention. Unnoticed, someone had sidled up
to the driver's side and was now peering in vain to make out the driver.
Automatically out of politeness, Vivienne pushed the
down button for the window. "She'll see it's a woman and go away," she
thought.
As the tinted glass rolled down, Vivienne was struck
by the prostitute's stunning appearance. Nearly six feet tall in
ludicrously high heels, the tan woman had luxuriant
titian hair that cascaded past her bottom. Her tresses were longer than her
fluorescent tangerine dress, which clung to her curves as though painted on.
A bright lime-green shoulder bag dangled from the woman's
left wrist, and a slim black bidi cigarette wisped smoke
between her slender fingers. This was the most
sensuous person of either sex Vivienne had ever seen.
"Hello," she smiled, a little crookedly. "I am Manuela.
You like?"
"He-hello," Vivienne hesitated. "Yes...I...like..."
Manuela bent to bring her face through the open window.
Her scent, strawberries and citrus, wafted over Vivienne, like waves on a
beach.
"Mmmm...you are Chinese?"
Vivienne could only mutely nod.
"I've never had a Chinese woman before," Manuela whispered,
as she brought her full lips to Vivienne's cheek.
"Please - please get in," Vivienne managed, hoarsely.
Manuela brushed her painted lips lightly over Vivienne's
mouth. Vivienne involuntarily closed her eyes, knuckles
white on the steering wheel. The tan woman's orange
lacquered fingernails brushed Vivienne's flaming cheek.
The fragrance of the vanilla-flavored tobacco on Manuela's
breath exhilarated Vivienne.
"I think I will," Manuela breathed.
Opening her eyes, Vivienne couldn't remove her sight from Manuela's form, as
she slunk sinuously to the passenger's side.
Closing her door, Manuela simply took Vivienne's face
in both her hands and kissed her full on the mouth. Tongues
intertwined and searched, duelling in amorous contest with
both emerging victorious. Vivienne couldn't refrain from
moaning from deep in her throat as the exquisite sensations
overcame her.
She finally broke the kiss, to regain her breath and composure.
"Wow."
"I enjoyed that." admitted Manuela. "Where can we go?"
Vivienne considered. She didn't feel right inviting
Manuela to her home, and she didn't know her well enough
yet to invite herself to Manuela's place.
"Let's go to the Cosmopolitan."
"But that's in Central City!"
"It's twenty minutes on the Interstate. They make a terrific Caesar,"
Vivienne cringed as she heard herself trying to make small talk with this
erotic creature.
Manuela grinned.
"Why not?"
The sleek black BMW sped away into the twilight.
"Baby, I'm gonna show you the time of your life..."
There seemed to be no appropriate response, so Vivienne kept her silence
until they approached the hotel.
"Shall we eat first?" asked Vivienne politely, as they
pulled into the parking area. She blushed furiously as
Manuela only leered at her in reply.
"You know what I mean!"
"Business before pleasure, honey."
"All right. I've never done this before, you know."
"Leave it to me." Manuela got out and went around
to Vivienne's window. "I'll be right back."
Five minutes later, she returned with a key.
"I promise you, this is going to be really special," smiled Manuela.
Hand in hand, like it was the most natural thing in the world, the women
strolled into the luxury hotel. They took the elevator, fingers still
clasped, eyeing each other with
mutual interest and curiosity.
Manuela opened the door for Vivienne and ushered her in, hand in the small
of her back. She closed it quietly behind them, fumbling for a moment in
her purse.
Breathing deeply, Vivienne took in a glance around the room, nodding her
approval.
When her eyes eventually returned to her sexy companion, she was shocked to
see Manuela, hip outslung, brandishing handcuffs and a chained badge on her
index finger!
"Okay, sweetie, don't make this any harder on yourself
than it needs to be. You're under arrest. You have
the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be..."
The words blurred together. Vivienne could only think
numbly of the scandal as her hands were manacled behind her. What would
Colin say?
"You don't mind if I pat you down, honey?" Manuela asked,
half-apologetically. "I'm sorry, it's regulations."
Vivienne shut her eyes tightly and shook her head. On the verge of tears,
she didn't trust herself to speak.
Manuela grinned, fished a white-and-red tin from her handbag. She popped a
couple of round white mints into her mouth, and rubbed her hands together.
Vivienne flinched slightly at the contact of her warm hand
on her neck. Despite herself, Vivienne trembled with excitement and
arousal.
>From behind her, Manuela slipped Vivienne's blazer off her shoulders, and
let it slip down to her bound wrists. Gently, she moved her hands over
Vivienne's shoulders, her arms and her torso.
The Chinese woman stiffened abruptly when she felt Manuela's hands cup her
large, firm breasts.
"You are very excited by this, yes?"
Bewildered, Vivienne didn't know what to do. Practiced fingers tease her
nipples, rigid from fear and arousal.
Manuela felt Vivienne involuntarily respond to her touch. She continued her
examination, letting her palms linger over those marvelous tits before
uncupping them.
"What do we have here?" she asked rhetorically, as she unbuttoned the front
of Vivienne's blouse. "Oh, concealed weapons?"
She nimbly unclasped the front of Vivienne's frilly black bra.
"Hmmm, this calls for a closer look."
Vivienne couldn't help but open her eyes at that. She gaped as she watched
the top of that luxuriant mane bend toward her bosom. Now, she could smell
the strong odor of peppermint on Manuela's breath. Hot breath seemed to
sear her naked breast. She felt her mouth work spasmodically, as
an icy/spicy tongue burned the tip of her nipple.
Manuela expertly teased Vivienne's brown nipples to rock-hard attention, her
hands sensuously playing over her own body under Vivienne's rapt gaze. Her
hazel eyes caught Vivienne's and she winked seductively, rolling her tongue
lasciviously between half-open lips.
Fascinated, Vivienne watched as Manuela slowly knelt, and eased a finger
into her mouth, moistening it. With her other hand, she unfastened
Vivienne's skirt while her helpless captive reflexively moved her hips
towards her touch. They were so close to each other Vivienne could see
Manuela's pupils dilate as her gaze lingered apporvingly on her toned
thighs.
As the skirt dropped to the carpet, Manuela used her wet
finger to draw down the elastic of Vivienne's panties. She noted with
satisfaction that the standing woman's juices freely flowed from a dripping
pussy. She extended her tongue as far as she could, to tease the dark folds
apart so their glistening moisture could continue to please her eye.
Mesmerized, Vivienne stifled a moan as she watched Manuela
impishly wrinkle her nose while lapping at her drooling cunt. With her
clothing dangling behind her from bound arms, she somehow felt more naked
than had she been totally nude. Manuela's peppermint-laced tongue felt like
a red-hot poker against her oozing snatch. She had to have more of that
electric tongue, or explode!
"C'mon over here, sugar. Mama needs better -- uh, light," Manuela panted.
She towed her compliant charge to the king-sized bed.
Obediently, Vivienne sat and splayed her legs for Manuela. The brown woman
bent and caressed Vivienne's feet, still clad in stylish black pumps, before
crossing her arms and pulling her orange spandex dress over her head to
reveal a magnificent body, toffee-colored all over.
Vivienne's eyes widened as she saw Manuela's bleached blonde pubic hair.
She licked her lips in anticipation as Manuela swung her long legs onto the
bed.
"What do you think of my 'special' treatment?" Manuela asked, lightly raking
her own body with long nails. She kittenishly pouted for Vivienne, hands
cupping the opulent mounds of her golden breasts.
"You were right, it is very special..." purred Vivienne into her ear. Hands
still behind her, she bent to take the tip of Manuela's left breast into her
hungry mouth.
The hard lozenge of flesh was the biggest Vivienne had ever seen. The pink
pyramid was fully an inch long, and its resilience felt divine between
Vivienne's teeth. She savored the dewy moistness adorning the turgid nipple
even as she gobbled greedily. Vivienne could taste the sweetness of
tobacco on Manuela's body. It excited her strangely...
Vivienne was gratified to feel Manuela's body writhe in reaction to her
ministrations. She felt totally dominated as Manuela clutched her hair with
her left hand, and used her right to guide Vivienne's mouth to her own for a
kiss.
Heavy-lidded with lust, her eyes rolled back in her head and finally shut.
Peppermint passion flooding her mouth and her senses. The hot tongue
searched greedily, danced enticingly with her own, then thrust insistently.
The two women moaned in concert as the heat of their lovemaking reached
fever pitch.
Hands still chained together, Vivienne nuzzled Manuela's damp sex as well as
she could, urging herself forwards with elbows and shoulders.
"Ooooohh, mmmm, baby..." Manuela sighed, shifting her thighs to clamp gently
on Vivienne's head to afford her better access. "That's it - oh, yeah!"
Vivienne salivated as she warmed to her task, Manuela's lush muskiness
washing over her eager nose, her cheek, her chin.
Unencumbered, Manuela used her fingers, lips and tongue to devastating
effect on Vivienne's labia, clitoris and sopping love-tunnel. She felt her
own climax mounting as Vivienne's supine form wriggled orgiastically.
"Ahh...that...feels...great..."
"Mmmmh - nngh! Ngh! Mmm!" came Vivienne's muffled reply.
"Oh, God! I'm going to...going to...Oh! Ohhh! Oh! OH! OOOH!"
Manuela screamed out her climax as she felt her warm love-syrup gush into
Vivienne's sucking mouth. At the instant of Manuela's release, Vivienne
felt herself go over the edge. She spewed her hot cum all over Manuela's
face.
Now moaning softly, Manuela rubbed her face and hair into Vivienne's
juice-laden thighs. Her flushed face looked tenderly into Vivienne's.
She sat up, stroking Vivienne's hair.
"We've got all night, baby. What can Manuela do for you next?"
Vivienne considered for a moment.
"Would you...smoke for me?"
END
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Seems like this was a deliberate attempt to make this unreadable- no one cares
Rarely do I encourage people to dumb down their vocabulary but in your case, the use of all the 5 cent words makes the writing stilted and feel unnatural. It feels like you were sitting with a thesaurus looking for fancy words and looking for a fancy version of every word you wrote.
I recommend that you save the big words for when you want to make a dramatic point and talk plain folk for the more mundane items. For example; you wrote "She'll optically discern it's a woman" rather than "she'll see it's a women."
I appreciate your effort and your sharing your story. Please continue your writing.