Chasing The Sun

Chapter 15 - You Shall Sin No More.

Rosidora walked back to her quarters and immediately changed into something more comfortable. She knew she was taking a huge risk by approaching them like that, and she had the feeling that somehow Amada was starting to understand a few things. But this was the chance of a lifetime, she could no longer wait.

How much does she know about her past? Rosidora kept asking herself. Did her mother ever reveal her true origins?

As the day turned into night, nothing new happened between the two guests. Rosidora checked on them at regular intervals and noticed that they, indeed, spent some time at the pool, but contrary to what she had said, Amada had brought a pretty skimpy bikini. Tom had stayed with her most of the afternoon, but as soon as he went back inside to handle a few business phone calls, Amada had quickly taken off top and bottom to work on her tan lines.

Rosidora had not missed a moment of her nudity.

Now that the night had settled, she was quietly walking through her secret passageways, heading towards Tom's room. Seeing Amada naked by the pool, her tan body exposed to nature, had taken her to desire-land once again, and this time a man was to be possessed.

She entered Tom's room from the secret door behind the tall bathroom mirror. She was naked, often travelling in the nude on the property at night, keeping all her senses alert.

Tom was laying asleep in the king size bed. The french doors to the right were left open, a pleasant breeze invading the room. A thin white sheet covered him up to his waist.

Rosidora kneeled down by the front of the bed and started pulling on the white linens, untucking them from under the mattress. Once she made an opening big enough for her to slide in, she disappeared underneath the sheets, slowly making her way between Tom's slightly opened legs, her bare breasts rubbing against the cold silky sheets.

She hungrily reached the promised land and smiled seeing Tom was already hard. She knew most men became aroused in her presence, from her presence alone. Laying flat on her stomach, her breasts pressed underneath herself, her right hand grabbed his base and held him up like a trophy in front of her mouth. She knew he wouldn't wake up quite yet.

She moved ever closer to his shaft, breathing heavily against his exposed tip. It had been some time since she last had pleasured a man -and herself- in that manner, but she needed this tonight, Amada had driven her to the point of no return.

With her lips inches away from the round tip, Rosidora gave her hand a quick motion, starting a tortuous stroke of Tom's penis. She pumped him for a while until she could hear a few moans escaping from his mouth, and then gently pushed him against her hungry lips. She didn't wait much longer and opened her mouth, letting him in very slowly. Her taste buds were instantly rewarded by the strong manly juices that were already trying to escape him.

She drank them all with passion and love. She pumped and sucked more out of him until she started feeling his hips move in rythm, trying to meet her mouth. He was now totally hers, and she loved that sensation of owning a man, controlling him with her hand first, then her passionate lips.

She gave him her mouth for a long time like this until he could no longer hold it. She quickly let go of him and kept stroking till the precious cream jerked out and spilled all over his stomach. She kept at it until the last drop fell, and then left the same way she had come, quietly...

He would wake up soon enough and wonder how that mess happened, and if he had been helped.

She was such a witch, after all.