I had always had a strong attraction to the opposite sex and decided at an early age to feed that attraction,unknowingly opening myself up for others and shall we say favorable opportunities. I read all the books that I could find and talk with ladies who were deeply involved in the world's oldest profession before making my move. I was not going into it for the money, but more for the love of a hobby. I started working first as a Geisha in a very exclusive club learning their skills and secrets then, seeking out other cultures and others who had like or similar situation. It took me considerable time and expense to learn my new hobby and I proved to be very fast learner and a very good student. Once I had been judge to good at my hobby, I set my sight on becoming modem Courtesan...
"A skilled and socially adept provider of sexual intimacy, erotic companionship, and sacred healing, particularly when highly compensated and respected, for example in a court or high society setting"
As so stated in the Urban Dictionary online, yes this is what I was aspiring to become. Now I know for some, this is just crazy, but like I said I not in it for the money as kept my day job as a teacher. I wanted to have the opportunity to be a sexually kept woman of a man means... I started looking for my first client among the affluent of my city by attending event and parties where they could be found. After months of attending such events,I found him at benefit for Cancer research where he was there with his trophy wife. Both smiling with their lips a smile that didn't reach their eyes at the cameras and other important and not so important people,as they walked the red carpet. As she turn to speak to someone behind them he and I locked eyes and he gave me a quick appraising looking. Then moving on with his wife and I knew then that I would be seeing him soon enough.
I mingled for about an hour or so with others there and made social connections before he found his way to me. I was beginning chatted up by a local businessman when I turned around to put my wine glass down I found him standing behind me. He was leaning up against the wall openly looking me over with eyes that were filled with lust he even had the nerve to smile as he did so. I guess he was appreciating my very womanly curbs much like Dorothy Dandridge with more upstairs. I am a Black woman 5'7"tall with skin color of milk chocolate that men have told me they wanted to lick me all over... and some have. My hair is my own, no adding ons, jet black and heavy with waves gifts from Native American and Italian ancestors. Now my eyes, well the Italians ancestors must have had some Nordic ancestry because my eyes are gray...not light not dark just gray. My full figure is in the shape of an hour glass which has caused a lot of stopping and starting with few questions. I would just smile and say nothing like what I was doing when Mr. Wraith Branson who was looking me over. He tried to engage me in some serious "eyeball fucking" but no, I wasn't having that not just yet. I turned walked away to join another conversation. It wasn't long before he joined us. He introduced himself to me via the couple that I was talking to. When I told him my name Ligeia Noire,he seemed to find it somewhat assuming. I am sure he was thinking about the Greek Mythology and it siren reference as he tried to locked eyes with me. I just looked at Mr. Wraith Branson coolly as I again took in the handsome view before me. Yes, he was a handsome beast at 6ft with a body that was wearing the hell out of that expensive tux he was wearing. His green eyes were bedroom sexy and the hint of a smile that now decorated his sexy mouth just made my pussy purr and was giving me ideas. Which I pushed to the back of my mind when the Wife strolled up with a group of people to join our small group, taking her rightful place by his side as I wandered off to find other fun and games. Later that evening, while in the ladies room I found that I had company,it was the wife! I was standing at the sink washing my hands when she came up and stood next to me. Mrs. Marla Branson was trophy wife done right. Long flowing blond hair,5ft 9in tall, leggy with a slender model's shape and with her big blue eyes and ethereal face, right now those big blue eyes were checking me out as women would do other women. Tonight I was wearing my version of the simple black dress very much unlike the one that the Wife was wearing. They both were black, but that is where the comparison stopped. I purposely never wore anything too short or too low. All of my dressed stopped just below my knees, as I was sporting the 50's vive of understated sensuality. The neck line of my dress wasn't plunging as the Wife's which went down to her navel. Mine was off the shoulder and dipped a little in the front to hint at the cleavage. My hair was done up in a loose French twisted exposing my long neck, graceful shoulders and my tattoo of the Chinese symbols for peace which is just on the back of my right shoulder. I was about to freshen my lipstick when I felt lips on my tattoo........it was the Wife!! Before I could speak, she had us both in the last stall used by the handicapped with the door closed and locked. Now I have been with women as part of my education, but never found them to be my total cup of tea... but hummm? The Wife was kissing me like she was seeking cold drink of water after having a serious thirst. Her hands were everywhere at ones squeezing my ass cheeks and tits as I held on to the walls of the stall under this woman's sensual attack.
"I want to taste your pussy," the Wife whispered against my lips as she licked them from corner to corner be imparting a lingering kiss.
"You don't know me like that," I said with a smile against her lips returning her kiss.
Ohhh but my chocolate baby,I want to!" the Wife said as she wrestled my left tit free of my dress neck line. She popped the large dark chocolate nipple into her mouth as she pulled the skirt of my dress up to my waist. Exposing my barely there black lace thong, now wet and fragrant with my own liquid essence. The Wife just ripped it off me leaving fabric burns in its wake,and then parting the lips of my nicely shaved pussy she sucked my clit into her hot wet talent mouth all in one smooth move. I had been taught how to eat pussy by a Pro whose specialized in women only,and let me tell you something the Wife knows her stuff!! She worked my clit like it was cock,as she massages my ass with her soft hands. The woman had me almost purring then she stopped, stood up and kissed me a deep wet one, letting me taste myself on her lips and in her mouth as our tongues dance together. Then just as fast as she showed up, the Wife was gone, leaving me in the stall half naked with a very wet pussy and thinking...
After I redressed minus my thong... Wife took it with her; I went out to see her and him together. I watched as gave him a lingering kiss when I went by to get another glass of white wine. As I turned back around I saw him lick his lips and smile down into her lovely upturned face like a loving couple, and then they did something unexpected. They turned, looked at me and smiled with their lips and eyes.......... OH SHIT!!!!
To be continued