Erotic Reading

Dear Gentlemen, I would like to share with you this lovely writing from one of my favorite books. It is very erotic and it makes your imagination wonder....Enjoy !

'Good', said the Minister. He went to the brightly lit cabinet and poured a drink. 'I can see that you are nervous, Mrs Percival. Might I suggest a drink to relax you?' Her lips were parched and her throat was dry but she was suspicious. 'What sort of drink?' He came towards her holding a glass. The drink was green.

'A muscle relaxant. It will help, I assure you. It is not harmful and it will help you enjoy.' Zoe accepted the glass. She needed something to calm her down and, at this moment, she did not care what it contained.

She took a sip and found it tasted of lemon. It was pleasant and already warming her stomach; she drank the rest.

'Very good, Mrs Percival. It will take a few moments before you feel its benefits. Perhaps you would care to sit down?' She sat on the edge of the bed and waited for a dramatic effect but nothing happened. The Minister excused himself, and want into an adjoining barthroom. Zoe looked around the room at its opulent furnishings and at the pictures on the wall. The men and women featured were of different races: African, Asian, Oriental and Caucasian. There seems to be no pattern in the paintings, no progression as in a series. They were simply orgiastic.

Zoe felt hot, despite the efforts of the ceiling fan, and she wanted to touch the tingle between her legs that was being caused by a trail of perspiration. Her gase fixed on one painting, where a kneeling white woman was the centre of the attention of several naked men.

A large black penis was being presented to her open mouth and her head was held back by a black hand that gripped her hair. The penis seemed to pulse with life. She could almost smell it, taste it. Her tongue liked her lips and her breathing became deeper.

The Minister returned from the bathroom. He had undressed and was now wearing a red silk dressing gown. He relaxed on the chaise longue, leaving one foot on the ground while resting the other on the couch. Zoe's gaze left the picture and fixed on the Minister, noting the power of his legs and the way the red silk parted high on his thigh.

Was he naked beneath it ? Was that ferocious black prick she had just been smelling hidden beneath those silken red folds? At a sign from the Minister, the two aides began to undress and Zoe inhaled and held her breath for a long moment as she watched them to remove the suits that were a sign of Western influence. They laid the jackets on the floor, removed their ties and shirt and put them neatly down, pulled off shoes and socks, and began to remove their trousers.

Zoe gulped. Her veins pulsed with fire. Her head was hazy but her body sparked with nervous tension. They pushed off the trousers, and, finally, removed their underpants. They remained standing by the door, naked, arms by their sides, their bodies glowing. Their pricks were tumescent but hung against their thights like clubs waiting to be lifted.

The Minister said, 'Mrs Percival? Will you stand up?' His voice came to her from a dream but she obeyed and faced him, award of the men behind her.

'Take off your dress'

Zoe reached behind her, almost in slow motion, and unzipped the dress down the back. She slipped it from her shoulders and let it slip down her hips to the floor. She stepped out of it and dropped it on the carpet. Her lips were parted, her breathing heavy and her large breasts rose and fell in the black brassiere. She stood straight in the high-heeled shoes and her body tingled beneath the gaze of the three men. Her skin was golden, the underwear and stockings black, the straps of the garter belt were arrows upon her thights.

The Minister casually threw back the red silk dressing gown and revealed his erection. It was thick and big. He helf it in his right hand and masturbated slowly. As he pulled back the skin, she could see the pink head of his penis peep out as if the black foreskin contained a living animal.

'Take off the brassiere, Mrs Percival,' he said.

She obeyed. It was her role to obey. She could do nothing but obey. Her hands went behind her and she unclipped the bra and let it slide down her arms and fall to the floor. She stood before him with her arms by her sides, her breasts rising and falling, the nipples erect. Between her legs, the itch became more demanding but she could not touch herself without permission. 'On your hands and knees, Mrs Percival,' he said and she obeyed. 'now come here and suck my prick'.

Zoe moved forward on her hands and knees across the white carpet, her breasts swinging beneath her, her lips parted in readiness. At last she reached him and saw that the hair around his genitals was grizzled with grey, as his beard was grizzled. Her hands touched his thigh and stroked the smooth flesh, sensing the power. She had been right. Despite the stomach, this was a warrior with a penis like a bludgeon. Her right hand crept towards it and slowly took hold of it around its girth, It filled her palm and now she could feel the pulsations she had imagined in the painting.

'Suck it', said the Minister.
She lowered her head and moaned softly as the aroma assaulted her nostrils. Her month opened and she took the head of the penis into her mouth. She had never sucked a man before, but surely, it could not be too difficult?
Her saliva slurped around it and she felt the foreskin peel back in her month and the glans slide out. She made ore salive so that it swam in her wetness, she smothered it with her tongue. She found its eye and nudged it with the tip of her tongue and the Minister groaned.
Zoe found herself on the brink of orgasm because she had made this huge warrior groan with a simple manipulation of her tongue. She sucked and licked voraciously, alernating passion with gentleness, and used her hands around the shaft.
'I was right about you, Mrs Percival,' said the Minister, his voice now hoarse. I knew it when I first saw you.'
He reached beneath her and palmed a breast and squeezed it so hard that her mouth opened wider so that she could moan in pain.
'I want these,' he said, pulling at her breasts. 'Use these'.
He took hold of her sholders and pulled her up his body and wrapped her breasts around his penis. She used her upper arms to make her breasts fuller and softer and moved them against his hardness, her sweat and his juices making it slither. As she did so, she licked and kissed his stomach and her fingers scratched at his buttocks.
His hands went into her hair and hi pulled back her head, as the woman's heard had been pulled back in the painting, and she gazed up his body at him.
'Do you want fucking, Mrs Percival?' he said.
'Yes. I want fucking,'. she said, knowing that was what he wanted to hear, knowing that is what she wanted to happen. 'I want fucking'.

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