Chapter 22: Finally - My Paloma

Finally - My Paloma

At home, after the bank robbery debacle, I took a well-needed shower to get the road and horse smell off. Then I made a big cocktail and sat in the tub for a long time.

After I got out of the tub, I went to bed to get some well-needed rest. Sleeping on the ground the night before with only smelly horse blankets had sucked.

I slipped into sleep watching a video Ox had made in Suffolk. It was the day I had met the cheroot workers, plus glorious Gloria.

Ox had started out playing Gloria’s up-skirt video. He repeated it three times. Then he started going through each cheroot-girl’s up-skirt videos. They were all less than 35 years old and mostly single, so they were all virginal or semi-virginal. He went through the Cheroot Girl show two times. What a grand video!

Breast-wise, many of the Spanish girls mostly have cone-shaped or round plump breasts. Areolas and nipples varied from very light to medium brown. Better than half of them had two different-sized tits.

The girl’s looks varied widely. Their color and shape are quite dissimilar since Cuba has many mixed races. A couple were a shade of chocolate, and the rest varied from native Indian-looking to pure Spanish. I found the variety intriguing as well as interesting.

Finally, Ox played the video of My Paloma getting dressed and messing with her clothes. Then he showed me the one where she had danced with Gloria. Jesus, that’s hot! I appreciated the diversity of their similar-looking feminine bits. It made me check and recheck.

I was lying on my back when I felt the air stir. I sensed that Paloma was here. I think the two females knew when I had returned. The two of them had decided Paloma was overdue for sex. She had come for her much-needed booty call. I pretended I was asleep with my big hard-on sticking straight up.

Ox was currently providing me with a real-time view of Paloma. She had stripped down, and she was eying my pecker. I realized she had not really messed with one before. Her previous sex had been more like a rape than anything, and a quicky type rape at that.

I watched her on camera as she gave my hard-on a tentative lick.

As she leaned over me, her big breasts swung forward and down. Oh my, that did miraculous things to her tits. Already hefty, they seemed to grow longer and get softer, too. Their shape had changed. I felt my balls start sending out emergency messages.

I knew Paloma had little experience with men. Her old boss basically used her job in a chauvinistic move to take her against her will.

He’d knocked her up. He was a one-pump-and-dump kinda guy. He screwed her and made her suffer. She was nothing to the brutish pig. Like 99% of the 19’ locals, he could not spell “oral sex.” She was a thing to take.

Damn, Ox was now showing a slow-motion real-time video of her bent-over back end. I saw her awesome legs and her modestly closed-up slit. Ox panned around her fine bottom. Then he moved in slowly for a really close closeup of her pussy from behind.

Ox slowly zoomed in on Paloma’s vulva and asshole. She had been sent off for conk training, so her labia are bare of her characteristic shiny black pubes. Her inner lips are a mild light pink. The truly awesome part is her vulva. It is pronounced.

It looks like a comfortable place for a man to rest his pelvis with his pecker far inside. It may take hours to get comfortable enough.

Paloma’s hands were doing more for me than the licking. She moved them around and felt my chest, my thighs, my man parts. The hands never stopped moving on me. By now, she should be tasting pre-cum. It felt like I was weeping copiously down there.

I was done being toyed with. I reached up and pulled her down onto me. She squeaked. She was crossways now, but I could kiss her and feel her marvelous mammaries on my chest. I turned us so I was above her. Now I could play with her goodies.

Originally, Paloma had dark tan good parts on the ends of her bodacious ta-ta’s. The right tit had been a tiny bit fuller looking. They were now identical. They had Ox-inspired modifications. The areolas and nipples were a bright, rosy pink. Her nipples themselves are now actually between red and purple; I believe mulberry is the shade. I see Ox is using a more artistic license in his modifications.

Her tits are delicious and so much fun to play with. Paloma really knows how to kiss. I think she grew up practicing kissing with her sister, Gloria. She kisses rather ladylike. Being in an uncomfortable position. I ran my hands from just above her knees all the way up to her neck as we kissed and held each other.

I viewed her ass courtesy of Ox while I manhandled her firm buns. I dug my fingertips into her ass to the sounds of her approving moans.

I also could barely reach her pussy from behind. She was wet enough that I could run a forefinger up and down the outside of her slit as she kissed me with intensity. I occasionally dipped just inside to keep the fingertip moist.

We continued to kiss while I fondled her tit with one hand and began diddling her with the other. Paloma continued to kiss me in a quaint, lady like manner, now more fervently. I knew she was becoming more hyper-sexed because her moans and whimpers got louder.

Her cunt was drooling on my left leg, and her hips were humping on my thigh. The room was packed with the scent of her wet sex.

I gave in and grabbed her hips, and shifted her so my pecker was now wedged just outside her swampy gash. Paloma immediately began sliding herself onto me as firmly as she could press down.

“Oh, so nice, I didn’t ... ohh, ohhhh, -- yes. Uhmm ... OH, OH, right there, Oh-yesssss...”

Paloma missed a stroke sightly and went too far down. Her next movement slotted me deep. Her next movement drove me most of the way inside her before she stopped and jumped.

“NO!”

I muttered, “Hey, you’re in control. You’re on top of me!”

She sat there panting. A side view showed through her face. Paloma’s face was animatedly cycling through several emotions. She had not moved since mounting me deeply. I was happy there. She moved her arms and began to sit up. They made me slip in the rest of the way.

The kissing had stopped. Seeing her breasts made my hands reach up to cup them. At first, I just moved my palms over them so she got used to them being handled gently by a male type of person.

I had been taught by Dad’s conks how to treat a woman’s breasts. You don’t go straight for the nipples, and especially, you don’t pinch or twist them. That’s rarely appreciated by the majority. There’s a person there.

I respected the hell out of Paloma’s fine tits as her mind went through its paces. Evidently, her former boss was a wham-bam artist. He stuck himself in a dry pussy and basically squirted right away. I watched her face as her mind cycled through her feelings.

Paloma was having difficulty coming to terms with me feeling so good inside her. Her boss had downright raped her the times the man had taken her.

I remembered she and Gloria had danced together, how they rubbed against each other. They’d only worn their flimsy little shifts. They giggled and kissed each other lightly as they danced.

I remembered them dancing so that each had the other’s leg between their own leg. As they moved, I think they got more and more excited, but they stopped as it got too overwhelming for them. They had not seemed to cum.

How sad.

I turned us over and slid down her body. At first, she had resisted my movement. Once I’d pulled out of her, she began to relax. I suckled each breast, paying homage to each perfect breast. Even on her back, they could move. They did not disappear into her armpits like some large tits did. Exo’s would prevent that.

I left my hands behind on her tits as I slid lower. I moved my hands down finally to join my face and lips in showing her how beautiful her tummy was. I held my face to her there for several minutes.

This is where babies are created and where they grow. The real power of a woman is here. Only a woman can make babies.

When my face got below her navel, she started fidgeting and tried to push me away. As soon as I licked her and held my tongue against her for a moment, she relented and quit trying to push my face away.

I sensed her mind saying how nasty I am for doing this. I realized she no longer felt threatened.

Gently caressing Paloma, I reached up and gently fondled her fine tits. I have obvious admiration for their beauty; she now feels safer with me.

She does not feel completely safe yet, but she’s getting there. Until she relaxes enough, she won’t be able to have an orgasm.

No matter; my plan was to get her off so she knew where the prize was. How it felt. I dropped my tongue inside and wiggled it; she squirmed and giggled.

I began my clitoral machinations. I long-tongued her for several minutes. I thrust it deep into her tunnel, tongue-fucking her.

It may take a while this way, so I went through the alphabet routine. I first licked her clit lightly in an ‘A.’ Then I licked a ‘B,’ and so on.

I was partway into the second run through the alphabet. Her reticence had disappeared, and Paloma had begun to cum.

“Oh? Uhh ... Mmm ... DAMN. What the ... Ohhhyeeeesss ... Ohhhyeeeesss, AEIIIiiiii...”

I knew from her movements and the fact I stuck my tongue inside that she was having a good one. As she slowed almost to a stop, I got up and moved over her. I saw my pecker in an Ox-controlled side camera, so I could line it up myself hands-free. I slid smoothly into her most of the way.

“Ohhh, Biillll, that feels so good, that feels oh sooo darn good...”

I slowly moved in her, just enough that she knew I was there. I gave her time to maybe get another cum, maybe not. If that had been her first, it may or may not have happened. I did know I had put a lot of effort into this so I was going to just enjoy being inside this lovely lady.

Ox was showing me videos of Paloma standing proud a few weeks before. Her wobbly tits and jiggly bum cheeks moved as she got dressed. Those parts were all here but a little firmer now. They had tuned her up during her conk processing.

I didn’t like her new bum.

I loved her tits even more, yet I kinda missed the slightly bigger bum cheeks. But hey, the modifications were made for the audience. Then I realized that was a decision made be a lowly conk on the Heillizdt ship. I instantly thought, what would a conk know?

I want all the women I took to look different. Otherwise, that would be boring. Really, stupidly boring!

I said, “Ox, I didn’t want her butt tightened like that. I liked it jigglier. Get the Exo’s to fix that over the next week. I remember her butt quivering, and it had a sweet look. This newer butt looks too manish.”

“Got it, boss man.”

I paused at the end of every stroke, just enjoying her feel. It’s a joy being inside her. Paloma has soft lips on her pussy. Her pudenda is puffy and pronounced, and her labia cradle me in such a way that I want to be inside her forever.

Pausing at the end of every stroke must be the right thing for her. Her little pussy is happy. I can feel her innards massaging and squeezing me.

Paloma began undulating her midsection and murmuring to herself a lot. Her eyes are closed, and she is off in a world of her own.

Paloma got tight and gradually harder to move in. She shuddered with a skreak from her throat and started to move in a disjointed manner. Her cunt became really tight. It was like she didn’t know how to move the right way to get off. Her tightness impeded us.

I took charge and started moving inside her more enthusiastically. She had caused me to become more powerful, screwing into her.

I moved the way I knew she would most likely get off. I didn’t pound her, but I put enough energy into it and stayed at a fixed pace, and she started to really get into it.

“OOOOHHHHHHH, Bill, OOOHHhhhh honey,” she whined as she came.”

I grunted, “AARrghhhhhhh ... mmm ... sweet ... Mm-my Paloma.”

I hitched my lower half up tight to her. So sweet, that’s oh so heavenly. Being in direct contact with her firm clit made her climax extend longer. She would remember this one for sure.

I stayed frozen in place for a minute as my body and mind processed the divine feelings I’d enjoyed with her twitches and clamping. We both quivered and vibrated.

It’s most definitely better to drag the initial meeting and courting phase out. This had been a lot about Paloma’s needs. But the sex we’d just had was the very best.

My stomach grumbled and Paloma giggled.

We took a quick shower together. I sent to Pippa and Rose that Paloma and I were going out.

When we entered the dressing room we found we had new sections in the closet. There are small cubbies with drawers. Two drawers are pulled out halfway so we would notice.

The cubbies contained nicer evening clothes. I pulled several drawers out, and they each contained a new set of matched/coordinated outfits. It even had matching stockings and shoes. Paloma was very excited by what she saw for herself.

Paloma pulled out things several times until she had selected both of our outfits.

She dressed me first. Mine started with a fake collar or Dickie in black silk; it’s a short partial shirt. This outfit was foreign to me, so I was glad for the help.

I stood there in the third-length shirt that only covered part of my trunk. She flipped the collar up and slid the black silk tie over my head. It’s a pre-tied thing. Then she adjusted the collar and adjusted the tie. She’s nude and I am wearing little. It felt bizarre. My pecker is hard, and my balls are in an uproar again.

Of course, watching a very hot and naked, well-stacked woman dress me made me rock hard.

Seeing Paloma’s prodigious breasts moving enticingly and hanging down was celestial. She began to wrap the kilt around me with her lovely face near my pecker, making the monster drip. Paloma patted it like a dog and tried to push it down.

She said, “Now, now. Let’s get some food in us first.

“Awww...”

The kilt is a fern green with various black lines woven in. It’s a linen plaid pattern, and it’s pleated. She wrapped it around me and buttoned the fastening. She ran the belt through. It was a substantial black leather belt with shiny brass buckles.

I’m going to look like a pimp. All I need now is a large garish sporran made of polar bear fur.

Then came the fake vest. It looked like a vest but was a single layer of black, washed silk. There was also a formal outer coat with large white buttons. They are square. I wouldn’t say I liked it. When I thought over some of the clothes I had seen on other men, I began to relax.

The stockings were a white knit of some sort. We put them on my legs together. I should say she managed to get them on. I sat on a bench while she got them up my legs with my hard cock sticking straight out in her face. Her hanging tits seriously took all my focus. My mind was shot.