Seduced By Passion

BOLSHOI THEATRE  
Moscow, Russian Federation  

“Darn it, my makeup compact is in the limousine, damn.”  
 
Shynice looked at the side door. She tied the robe belt around her waist, slipped back into her stilettos, and walked over to the door which led to the back alley of the theatre. She unlocked the door, and peered out. She looked both ways before stepping out. She pulled the door close, but not completely. Shynice walked down the quiet alley way. She came to the opening.  
 
Several limousines lined the stretch of the parking space. She stood on the balls of her feet to get a better look. She saw Roberto’s chauffeur talking to another chauffeur. Shynice pulled the front of her robe closer and tightened the belt around her waist. She maneuvered through several parked vehicles.  
 
The chill in the air whipped around her ankles.  
 
BOLSHOI THEATRE GRAND FOYER  
 
“Mr. Pachinko, I see several of Roberto’s men are here.”  
 
Matao looked around the Grand Foyer.  
 
“Which means Shynice is here.”  
 
“According to several of our inside contacts. Yes she is.”  
 
Matao palmed his chin down.  
 
“I would like to know her immediate whereabouts.”  
 
“Mr. Pachinko, if you want that lovely woman on your arm after this function, then we have stick to the plan.”  
 
Hangman’s cell phone vibrated. He lifted it from of his hip clip, pressed in the Ok button, and placed it up to his ear  
 
“Speak.”  
 
“You are never going to believe this.”  
 
Hangman looked at Matao.  
 
“What is it?”  
 
“Mr. Pachinko’s love interest is roaming the parking-lot.”  
 
“And you are sure of this?”  
 
“Yes.”  
 
Hangman clipped his cell phone back to his hip clip.  
 
“Mr. Pachinko, I have been advised that Miss. Forrester is...”  
 
“Dammit what.”  
 
“Is out in the parking-lot for the taking.”  
 
Matao turned and headed for the exit door. He snapped his fingers and turned around.  
 
“Make an appearance, and tell my men to make a ruse for visual purposes.”  
 
Matao turned and rushed to the exit door.  
 
Shynice pulled on the handle of the limousine door and opened it. She got inside the limousine, and pulled the door close.  
 
“Wow its cold out there.”  
 
She looked down at her watch; she had less than an hour before she has to make an appearance.  
 
Shynice lifted her compact from off the mini-bar.  
 
The limousine door was pulled open.  
 
Shynice looked up.  
 
Matao slipped into the limousine and pulled the door close. He pivoted to face Shynice.  
 
“Well we meet again.”  
 
“Apparently so. Is there any explanation as to why you are sitting here?”  
 
“You looked lost.”  
 
“I suppose the robe gave me away huh.”  
 
Shynice smiled.  
 
Matao stroked one of Shynice’s dimples.  
 
“You looked quite eye-catching this evening. Are you here to bid on the dancers?”  
 
“Yes, one in particular.”  
 
“Lucky woman.”  
 
“Do you mind if I call you Shynice?”  
 
“I would not be offended.”  
 
Both looked into each other’s eyes.  
 
“You look...” Matao looked down at Shynice’s breast nipples through her silk robe. “Breathtaking.”  
 
“I think I’m just a little underdressed for this meeting.”  
 
“I’m not offended. Could I ask you a question?”  
 
“Please.”  
 
“How is it you knew the combination to my safe.”  
 
Shynice leaned over and tenderly kissed Matao on the lips. She drew back.  
 
Matao cupped Shynice’s chin and pulled her face into his. He magnified the kiss. He inched back and caressed her cheek.  
 
“You are a woman worth having.”  
 
Shynice inched her head back.  
 
“I...I have to get back. I am here with someone.”  
 
“Not for long. And you did not answer my question.”  
 
“You are forty-seven, your shoe size is twelve, and you have five hundred and ten thousand dollars in your wallet.” She kissed his lips again. “Oh, and your favorite number is twenty-five.”  
 
Matao inched away from Shynice.  
 
“How di...”  
 
“I sense numbers on you.”  
 
“And you can see…. I mean.”  
 
“No, I cannot see, I can feel it. Close your eyes.”  
 
Matao closed it eyes.  
 
Shynice etched over the soft crease lines in Matao’s forehead. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. She inched back.  
 
“Relax Matao, and let your mind go.”  
 
Shynice scooted closer.  
 
“Whereas, you see darkness, and the reflection of prism lightening. I see and feel numbers. It’s as if my eyes are closed, and numbers float indirectly, when my eyes are open.”  
 
Matao opened his eyes.  
 
“Fascinating.”  
 
“It all depends on what your agenda is, and mine is not for sale, or for show and tell. I shared that piece of information with you in the strictest of confidence.”  
 
“Have dinner with me tonight, I would like to get to know you better, and get to know you more intimately if allowed.”  
 
Matao leaned forward.  
 
Shynice leaned forward.  
 
Their lips joined as one.  
 
Matao cupped the back of Shynice’s neck. He increased the pressure on her lips with ease. He squeezed one of her breasts.  
 
“Umm.”  
 
Matao kissed the side of Shynice’s lips.  
 
“Let me see you later on, please.”  
 
Matao, unloosed the belt to Shynice’s robe and parted it. He looked down at her breasts.  
 
“Magnificent.”  
 
He bent his head down and kissed a breast. His tongue coasted over a nipple; his tongue danced upward to her neck.  
 
Shynice leaned her head to one side.  
 
Matao’s body maneuvered Shynice’s body backwards.  
 
Shynice’s back rested on the soft leather seat. She looked up into Matao’s eyes.  
 
“I have thought about you all night long.  
 
“How much.”  
 
“Words carry no weight without the deed of action.”  
 
Matao leaned his head down and kissed Shynice on her lips. He kissed under her chin. He reached his hand downward and stroked the nectar of her pussy.  
 
“Uum.”  
 
“Tell me you want me.” Matao’s finger swarmed inside.  “I want to be inside of you Shynice.” He withdrew it and placed it inside his mouth. “Taste you.”  
 
“Yes...yes.”  
 
Matao reinserted his finger back inside Shynice’s pussy.  
 
Shynice arched her back at the intimate invasion.  
 
“Kiss me Matao.”  
 
Matao leaned down and kissed Shynice. His finger pirouetted inside of her.  
 
Shynice palmed the sides of Matao’s face and heightened the kiss.  
 
Matao’s tongue conquered hers.  
 
Shynice gyrated on Matao’s finger spearing inside of her.  
 
“Umm.”  
 
Matao withdrew his finger, scooted back, and posited himself on his knees. He rotated Shynice’s body around, and lifted her legs; he spaced them, and held them up. He leaned his face in and kissed the opening to her womanhood. He licked over her clitoris.  
 
“Mata...Matao.”  
 
His tongue delved inside.  
 
Shynice’s head met the back of the seat.  
 
“Matao...”  
 
The tip of Matao’s tongue encroached upon the path of her vaginal walls.  
 
“Matao,” Shynice whined in a physical stupor.  
 
Shynice palmed Matao’s head and rocked her pussy up and down; the feeling was too overwhelming, too intense.  
 
Her head came off the seat.  
 
“Mat…I’m…I’m about to climax.”  
 
Shynice rubbed over her breasts.  
 
Matao rested Shynice’s legs over his shoulder, palmed her buttocks, and lifted her pelvis. He dug his tongue deeper.  
 
“Oh Mat...I…baby,” Shynice moaned in the back of her throat.  
 
Her back repetitively came off the seat, as he worshiped her pussy with his mouth.  
 
Matao quickly rose up Shynice. He leaned down and suckled a breast nipple.  
 
Shynice lifted Matao’s head and took capture of his lips.  
 
Matao climbed between Shynice’s legs. He wrapped one arm around her waist and rotated her body sideways.  
 
Shynice laid back on the seat.  
 
Matao unzipped his tuxedo pants. He hurriedly fished inside his briefs and pulled out a hard erection. He rubbed the tip of his dick over Shynice’s pussy hole.  
 
Shynice opened her legs wider.  
 
Matao’s shaft slipped inside Shynice silken folds.  
 
“Oh sweet mercy, it’s tight.”  
 
Matao inched his dick back, and then slowly steered it deep inside of her.  
 
Shynice’s body immediately tensed up.  
 
“It...wait…you…it hurt.”  
 
“Shh.”  
 
Matao plunged his dick inside her more.  
 
The pain was too agonizing.  
 
“Matao...you have to stop, baby it hurt.”  
 
Matao leaned down and whispered in her ear, “relax baby, I am not in a hurry to rush our first encounter.  
 
He leaned down and kissed her lips.  
 
“Matao...it…you...you are too big.”  
 
Shynice attempted to move her pussy to relax the widening grip of Matao dick inside her pussy.  
 
Tears ran down Shynice’s cheeks.  
 
Matao kissed her tears away.  
 
“Make love with me, Shynice, kiss me, hold me.”  
 
Shynice held onto Matao and moved her gradually pussy.  
 
Matao slowly moved inside of her.  
 
“That’s right baby, keep moving that tight pussy.”  
 
Shynice grabbed the back of Matao’s head and jammed her tongue inside his mouth. Her tongue hibernated inside his mouth.  
 
Matao’s tongue whirled around hers.  
 
Mhmmm,” both moaned.  
 
Matao inched his face back. He palmed the sides off Shynice’s face and kissed her lips. He laid his forehead against hers.  
 
“After tonight, you belong in my bed, my life.”  
 
Matao’s dick engulfed her womanhood.  
 
“Oh baby...Shit, what sweet treasure you have up there.” He aggressively moved his dick inside of her. “So creamy and good.”  
 
Matao leaned his head down. Shynice leaned her head up.  
 
Two pair of lips met, two tongues danced unseemly around each other, two lost breaths, two hearts beating erratically in the crest of passion.  
 
“Cum on my dick. “Matao bumped his groin against Shynice’s pelvis aggressively. “Oh shit I’m loving inside of your pussy.”  
 
“Matao…you have...” Shynice moved feverishly with each stabbing sensation of Matao’s dick inside of her. “Take.....please don’t move.”  
 
Matao leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Cum for me.”  
 
He moved faster inside of her.  
 
“Matao…Oh Matao.”  
 
Shynice’s vaginal muscles looped around Matao’s dick, a stream of vaginal juices surfaced.  
 
“There you go, and here I cum.”  
 
Matao threw his head back; his ejaculation detonated inside Shynice’s pussy.  
 
“Oh...fuck.”  
 
Shynice’s pussy met the flow of semen; she moved faster, her climax spooning off the aftermath. She held onto Matao tighter and climaxed again.  
 
“Oh baby save this all or me.” Matao threw his head back again. Another ejaculation freely gushed inside of Shynice’s vaginal walls He leaned down and hungrily kissed her lips.  
 
Shynice wrapped her arms around Matao’s neck and fed off the feeling of unmasked rapture.    
 
Matao kissed Shynice’s lips, gradually moving his manhood inside of her. He kissed the sheen from off her nose, and then kissed her lips again. He rubbed his nose against hers.  
 
“We fly out tonight to my villa in St. Petersburg.”  
 
A car horn blew.  
 
Shynice gently pushed at Matao’s chest.  
 
“I...I have to get back inside. I am to perform momentarily.”  
 
Matao slowly inched his dick out Shynice’s pussy. He sat up and zipped his zipper.  
 
Shynice sat up. She closed her robe and tied the belt around her waist.  
 
“I will see you this evening, Shynice.”  
 
She did not know how, she came with Roberto. And she plans on leaving with him.  
 
“Yes.”  
 
Shynice tighten the belt to her robe.  
 
Matao lifted her chin.  
 
“I am quite taken by you.” He stroked her chin, and pulled her face into his.  
 
Matao slowly kissed Shynice on her lips.  
 
“Oh you smell good, taste pure, and have the most delectable pussy, I have ever stuck my dick into. You are what’s needed in my life.”  
 
Shynice outlined Matao’s thick eyebrows.  
 
“Make sure you take a moment in time to relax, okay. I will see you inside.”  
 
Shynice leaned over and tenderly kissed Matao on his lips.  
 
“Bye.”  
 
“For now.”  
 
Shynice scooted to the door, opened it, and got out the limousine. She pushed the door close.  
 
Matao opened the opposite side door, got out the limousine, and pushed the door close.  
 
“Can I walk you to the door?”  
 
“I would love that, but in essence of me coming with Roberto, it would not look appropriate. Enjoy your evening.”  
 
Shynice walked away.  
 
“Shynice.”  
 
Shynice stopped and turned around.  
 
“Yes Matao.”  
 
“You look beautiful tonight.”  
 
“I wish we’ve met in a different lifetime Matao, I would have loved to have been that woman on such a dashing gentleman’s arm.”  
 
She winked at him, turned, and walked through the alleyway.  
 
Matao cranked his neck, to make sure Shynice make it to the door.  
 
Shynice found Matao’s eyes.  
 
Matao bowed his head and smiled at her.  
 
Shynice smiled in return, pulled the door open, and stepped back inside her dressing room. She pushed the door close.  
 
“Shit I forgot my compact.”  
 
Matao walked to the entrance of the Bolshoi Theatre.  
 
One of his bodyguards met him at the entrance door.  
 
“Is everything all right boss?”  
 
Matao sniffed under his nostrils.  
 
“It could not be more perfect. I have been given a shot at a great future, and tonight belongs to me and a very beautiful woman; who I intend to make me rich, happy, and keep me physically satisfied. What more could a man ask for.”  
 
Matao slapped his bodyguard on the back.  
 
Both entered the theatre.  
 
 
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