The Estelle Years Pt. 01
AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you are reading this without having read “Estelle’s Awakening”, I suggest you take the time to read it, as it will give you an insight into Estelle.
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Between leaving Edward, drained of all his bodily fluids, leaving and subsequently divorcing my husband to meeting up with Edward and draining him of his bodily fluids once again, I had a series of fun “sexperiences” that I would like to share with you.
This one is called “The Overnight Sleeper.”
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My recruitment business was doing very well and I had just secured a major contract which would ensure job security for myself and my team for some years to come. By way of a celebration and the fact that I thought that I finally deserved a holiday, my first in a couple of years, I decided to book a luxury vacation.
I didn’t want a Caribbean cruise or a stay in a luxury 5 star resort. I needed enrichment, fulfillment and some excitement too.
Since beginning my company a couple of years ago and a year after my divorce, I had had little time for romance, dating or even sex. In fact it had been so long since I had felt a cock inside me, that I think my pussy had cobwebs growing over it.
By my way of thinking, if I could have a really nice luxury holiday and a little sexy fun as well, then that would be enough.
I flicked through dozens of holiday brochures and nothing really took my fancy. Then I picked up one that advertised short rail breaks and in particular The Orient Express. The one made famous by Agatha Christie and her detective Hercule Poirot.
As I flicked through the shiny pages, I saw delightful cabins, furnished in tasteful wood paneling, art deco design and luxurious fabrics. I read about fine cuisine and how you could eat a sumptuous lunch whilst travelling through amazing landscapes.
I was sold and booked myself a luxury cabin. I figured it would be a while before I took another vacation and even though it was really an overnight journey, why not treat myself and really go for it. The brochure told me that I would be sleeping in a large double bed and that during the course of my journey, I could wake up to see stunning scenery pass by my bedroom window.
I was positive that I wouldn’t be waking up alone.
So there was my plan. I would spend the night traversing across Europe, from London to Venice. Then I would spend a few days in Venice, explore the sights, enjoy what the city had to offer and maybe pick up the odd Italian stallion along the way, before heading back to London.
Once I had boarded the train and my luggage was delivered to my cabin, I immediately began to unpack and put away my clothes. I didn’t have a huge amount of clothing so it didn’t take me long. Afterwards I decided to get myself a cup of coffee, watch the world go by and seek out any eligible males on board.
As I watched the landscape rush past, silently sipping a cup of freshly brewed Colombian coffee and wondering what new adventures this trip would bring, my train of thought was derailed by the arrival of a very handsome, young, black gentleman. I watched as he entered the restaurant car and began searching for a free table, I smiled at him, to let him know he could sit with me. He returned the smile but walked passed my table and found one in the far corner of the carriage.
Feeling a little deflated from being passed over, I drained what was left of my coffee, grabbed my clutch bag and headed back to the cabin. Frustrated, I threw myself onto my bed and brooded. He seemed to be alone and from what I saw during my time in the restaurant car, the only male that didn’t have a pacemaker.
I needed a plan. There wasn’t much time and I didn’t intend to spend this night alone.
Soon it was time to get ready for dinner.
Under the hot cascade of water that was my shower, I ran my fingers over my pussy area. I had been neglectful in keeping the lawn trimmed. I suppose I hadn’t needed to take much care of my poor old pussy as it hadn’t seen much action of late.
I reached for my razor and shaving foam. I squirted a large handful of white foam over my pubic area and between my labia. I also massaged some foam along the crack of my bottom.
Dragging up the skin of my belly with my left hand, I drew the razor over my pubic area. The hair was a little longer than I would have liked and it was a bit painful removing the recalcitrant stuff. It was a long and labourious process, but I finally removed all traces of hair from my pubic mound. Then it was time to pay attention to the hair that surrounded my pussy opening. I became a little turned on by the shaving and my labia were slick not just with the shaving foam, but also with my own juices. I parted my pussy lips the best that I could and carefully ran the razor over the wet lips. Happy that my pussy was free of hair, I squatted down in the shower and ran the blade from my perineum backwards and over my anus. I squirmed as the blade ran over my puckered anus. It was even more sex hikayeleri pronounced because I was squatting. But I managed to remove all hair from my anal region.
I stood up, took the shower head and pointed it at my pussy. The warm jets spraying over my pussy lips was an incredible turn on and I decided to alleviate the tension that was building in my body. I squatted once more and aimed the water directly at my now open pussy. My legs almost buckled beneath me as the faint tingling of an impending orgasm began to build. I parted my labia and aimed the jet at my clitoris. My juices were running freely from my vagina and I used them to lubricate my anus, into which I slid two fingers. With warm water pounding against my clitoris and two fingers fucking my asshole, the feeling was overwhelming and my orgasm hit me completely unexpected and I moaned out loud. Juices flooded from my open cunt and mixed with the shower water, washing into the drain. It was a delicious feeling and one I didn’t want to end. But dinner awaited and I needed to put my plan into action.
Once I had recovered, I grabbed a towel and dried myself off, Next I had to choose my clothes carefully. I needed to stun without looking like a desperate hooker.
I chose my ivory cream coloured satin bra and panties set, a suspender belt in the same material and colour and a pair of sheer stockings. The bra was just a little on the small side, causing my breasts to spill over slightly. My panties had a sheer, almost see-through panel over the rear. This meant you could just make out the cheeks of my ass through the material. The front panel of my panties were pulled up just sufficiently to allow a slight camel toe to make an appearance.
Over this, I wore an azure blue silk dress, that hugged the contours of my body just enough not to make me look cheap.
I studied myself in the mirror and decided that I looked incredible.
I had let my hair grow during the last couple of years and now its auburn splendour was set in a pony tail, held in place by a black hair pin and clasp made of jet.
Yes, I was ready to please and be pleased.
When I entered the restaurant car, it seemed that all eyes were upon me. The men were dressed in tuxedos and bow ties, such was the dress code on board the train. Most of the women were dressed in long dresses, some in cocktail dresses.
Tables were arranged in 2’s and 4’s. I was told from the outset that I would have to share a table with a fellow passenger as table space was at a premium.
I was seated at a table for two, by the window.
The waiter gave me a menu and a wine list and said that he would return and take my order in a while.
As I perused the menu, looking at all the delicious dishes available, I was suddenly aware that someone was standing over me. I looked up, straight into the eyes of the handsome black gentleman I had seen earlier.
“Hello,” he said. His voice was thick with an accent I tried to discern. “It would seem that we are destined to be dining partners. I was told to sit here. Do you mind if I sit down?”
I shook my head, smiled and asked him to join me.
He introduced himself as Henry Okumba and explained that he was a stockbroker from Cape Town and that this was his first vacation in five years.
We ordered our food and as we ate, he told me about himself.
“I’ve made my millions,” he said, without sounding like he was bragging. “One day I realised that I was doing nothing else with my life other than making money. More than I could ever use in my lifetime. I have no family. Both my parents died when I was a child. As I was an only child, I spent my childhood in an orphanage and then later I lived with a foster family, but I rarely see them these days.”
He set down his cutlery and finished chewing his food.
“I am thirty-five. I am not married or have any kind of romantic relationship. The only women I have met in the past have only been with me because I am rich.”
He bowed his head.
“Those relationships never lasted long.”
I wanted to reach out my hand and comfort him, but he wasn’t feeling sorry for himself. He was just explaining how he arrived at this moment.
“I woke up one day and decided that something had to change,” he continued. “So I quit my job and decided to treat myself to a vacation, while I decide what to do with my life.”
He picked up his cutlery and resumed cutting up his steak.
“And so I find myself on the famous Orient Express, having dinner with a very attractive woman. It’s like a fantasy that I thought I would never live.”
When he smiled, his teeth shone between his lips and his eyes flashed.
It was probably because of the sheer darkness of his skin, but his eyes shone a sapphire blue. The most intense coloured eyes of anyone I had ever met. When he smiled I felt as though I had been shot in the chest and all my breath was knocked out of me. When he spoke, the sheer depth of his voice porno hikayeleri sent shivers through my body that culminated in tremors that ran through my pussy.
I felt my panties begin to dampen and made my excuses to “powder my nose.”
I went straight to my cabin, whereupon I reached under my dress and pulled off my sodden knickers. The gusset was soaking. I tossed them on the bed and rolled my dress up to my waist. Juices were running down my legs and soaking my thighs. I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. With the fantasy image of Henry’s ebony cock filling up my pussy, firmly in my mind, I pulled my labia apart and scooped up some of my thick, sweet pussy juice. Using it as lubrication, I rubbed the tip of my index finger around in small circles over my clitoris, while two fingers from my other hand were embedded in my soaking wet cunt, massaging my G spot. In seconds, I was overcome by the intensity of my orgasm. Juices squirted from vagina and sprayed across the floor. I had to bite my lips from screaming out loud.
It took a minute or two for me to regain my composure enough to return to the restaurant car and Henry’s company.
I hid the wet panties in my laundry bag, put on a clean, dry thong made from the same material as my panties and left the cabin.
“Are you okay?” he asked, as I returned to my seat.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, smiling.
When dessert was served, I opened up to Henry and revealed a little about myself. I told him about my company, its success and my divorce.
I even hinted at my affair with Edward.
“I wasn’t really looking to have a long term relationship, outside of my marriage,” I said. “All it was supposed to be was a one night stand.”
“So why did you let it develop into an affair?” Henry asked.
“My marriage hadn’t been right for years,” I answered. “My sex life, such as it was, was unsatisfactory. At least, that’s what I came to realise.”
Henry’s eyes narrowed with interest.
“What do you mean?”
I set my spoon down on my plate, clasped my hands together under chin and rested my elbows on the table. I locked his gaze and never blinked.
“I mean, Edward opened my eyes to a world of excitement, enjoyment and fulfilment that I never knew existed,” I replied. “He was like a drug I couldn’t break free from.”
Henry clasped his hands together, under his chin and rested his elbows on the table. He looked at me so intensely that I felt his eyes were piercing my soul.
My pussy twinged and I felt my thong dampen. I thought about making excuses to powder my nose, but I realised Henry was intrigued by my tale and I had him hooked. Now it was just a question of reeling him.
“What was so special about this guy that caused you to sacrifice your marriage for him?” Henry asked.
I sipped my wine while I tried think of how to answer him.
“He was the only other man I had ever slept with, other than my husband,” I replied and leaned into Henry, so that I could whisper the next bit.
“He taught me things about sex that I never knew existed. Things that I thought were very taboo. Things that I actually enjoyed.”
I sat back in my chair and continued to look Henry straight in the eye.
It took a few seconds, but the penny finally dropped and Henry realised that I was showing him the green light.
He shifted in his chair, uncomfortably and coughed nervously. For a second I though I’d revealed too much and had scared him off. But he surprised me when he raised his hand to grab the waiter’s attention, picked up his wine glass and what was left of the bottle we had shared.
“I think we should continue this conversation back at your cabin, don’t you think?”
Once the door to my cabin was closed, Henry walked toward me with the same confidence I had seen earlier. His teeth gleamed as he smiled and sapphire eyes shone and sent my pussy into overload.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me towards him. He leaned into me and our lips met in a kiss that could have melted the gusset out of my panties, had I been wearing any. His lips were soft and I opened my mouth to allow his tongue access.
He broke the kiss and in one swift movement, spun me on my heels in a 180 degree turn. As I faced the bed and the window, I felt his warm hands slide from my shoulders to my chest. Through the material of my dress, Henry cupped both my breasts and started to massage them. It was like a hundred electric shocks were running through my body and converging at my pussy as he used the thumb and forefinger of each of his hands to squeeze and roll my erect nipples, which were threatening to break through my bra. I pushed my bottom into his groin and felt what seemed to be a larger than normal erection. As I rubbed my ass along his hardening pole, he unzipped my dress and pushed it from my shoulders. It hugged my figure so well that it refused to fall freely to the floor. Henry pushed it to my waist and over my hips. seks hikayeleri Then I felt him crouch behind me as he continued to pull the garment to my ankles. He took me by surprise when I felt his hands clasp my buttocks. He forced them apart and as I felt him pull the string of my thong to one side, I bent over, supporting myself on the mattress using my hands and pushed my bottom out a little, to allow him easier access.
I felt the tip of his tongue trace a line from the top of my ass crack and down. When he reached my anus, I felt his tongue penetrate me a little. He moved his hands, grasping and pulling my butt cheeks as far apart as he could. As he rimmed my butthole, my pussy juices began to flow and I could feel them running down the inside of my thighs, threatening to soak my stocking tops. Henry must have sensed this because he removed his tongue from my anus, replacing it with a fingertip and while he finger fucked me, his tongue was lapping at the copious juices running along my thighs. His warm tongue traced a line up the inside of my thigh and rested at the opening to my vagina.
He asked me to climb on all fours in the mattress. I knelt on my hands and knees, unable to see what he was about to do.
“You have the most delectable bottom and pussy,” he said. “I would love to fuck them both.”
“Oh, please do,” I found myself saying.
I heard the zipper on his trousers being pulled down and a rustling of clothing, which suggested he was shuffling his trousers off. I turned my head in time to see him remove his underwear. The longest and thickest cock I had ever seen sprang from the confines of his boxer shorts. It must have been at least eight or nine inches long and at least an inch and a half thick. That term, “once you go black, you don’t go back”, came to mind. As he slowly slid his massive piece of meat passed my labia and into my soaking pussy hole, the head of his cock felt like the size of a golf ball. I gasped as it butted against my cervix, filling me completely and threatening to force it’s way further into my body. As he moved slowly back and forth, his balls slapped against my clitoris, sending tiny shock waves through me, which only served to make my pussy juice up more, creating a delicious squelching sound every time he slid his massive tool into me.
As he moved back and forth, he gyrated his hips which made it feel as though his manhood was screwing into me. I felt the damp tip of his thumb graze my anus, before he slid it into me up to the first knuckle. The experience of being skewered by his immense penis and feeling his thick thumb massaging the inside of my ass was more than I could handle. My orgasm tore through me and in between his thrusts, I showered his torso and groin with my pussy juices. He continued to fuck me hard through my orgasm, which only served to make me come again.
God, I loved this cock. Thick, meaty and very hard, each thrust threatened to rip me in half.
With a little disappointment, I felt him withdraw from my pussy. But my disappointment was short-lived as I felt the intrusion his cock head grazing past my sphincter and into my ass. I have never felt so full. It felt as his cock all the way my alimentary canal and into my lower intestine. Thankfully Henry took it slowly whilst fucking my ass. Long, slow thrusts and each time, his scrotum slapped against my open pussy. I reached underneath my body and began to masturbate my clitoris. My cunt was awash with my juices and it didn’t take long for another orgasm to take hold on me.
He pulled out of ass and told me to sit at the edge of the bed. As I turned around, I saw his cock standing proud of his body, glistening slick with juices. His large mushroom shaped cock head was shining. Thick veins ran along each side of his shaft. One very long dark chocolate log, surrounded by short cut bush of tightly wound pubic hair. His scrotum was completely devoid of pubic hair. I reached up and closed my hand around. Warm to the touch and very hard, I ran my finger along his full length, unable to truly take in the size. He clasped his hand behind my head and pulled towards his massive pulsating manhood. I opened my mouth, ready to receive his cock. As he pulled me in closer, his cock entered my mouth and as he pulled me closer to him, I felt his cock head brush the back of my throat. I gagged a little, trying breath through my nose. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. I licked the underside of his cock, close to the head and then ran my along his full length. I masturbated his penis with one hand as I took each of his egg sized testicles and sucked on them.
I told him to climb onto mattress and kneel on all fours, facing the window.
He placed himself on the mattress, on all fours. I grabbed his cock and pulled backwards towards my waiting mouth. I ran my index finger over his anus as I sucked hard on his penis. I continued to masturbate him as I ran my tongue along his shaven scrotum, over his perineum and up toward his puckered pink starfish. He moaned out loud when probed his butthole with the tip of my tongue. At the same time, my thumb ran small circles over his bulbous, purple cock head.
“Shit!” he exclaimed through clenched teeth. “Keep this up and I am going to explode.”
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