Seducing Me Into The Night

MANHATTAN UPPER EAST SIDE
740 Park Avenue
Manhattan, New York
 
Tristano’s Penthouse
 
Artesia was still pissed Tristano did not leave her wallet at the front desk; on the other hand, the excitement of seeing him again thrilled her. She looked over at the door attendant, who was all too happy to accompany her on the elevator.
 
The elevator crested; the doors opened.
 
The door attendant looked Artesia’s physique up and down.
 
“Do you need me to escort you to Mr. Giordano’s door?”
 
“No thank you.”
 
Artesia stepped off the elevator.
 
The door attendant cranked his head to get a view of Artesia’s derrière.
 
Artesia looked back.
 
The door attendant ducked his head back. She heard the elevator doors close.
 
Artesia slid Tristano’s keycard inside the portal of his door, withdrew it, and turned the doorknob.
 
“What a great feeling if I was coming home to a man who really loves me,” she stated to herself.
 
Tristano thought he heard his front door open and close. He sat up and reached over to turn on his lamp. He listened for any approaching sounds.
 
Artesia took off her stilettos and tossed her purse on the couch. She walked in the direction of the bathroom, entered, and undressed.  She placed everything on the settee and walked to the shower. She slid the glass door open, stepped inside, and slid it close. Artesia turned on the water faucet knobs and adjusted the water settings. She lifted the shower knob lever and lifted a bar of soap from off the embedded soap dish.
 
Tristano held his 32 millimeter and exited his bedroom. He tripped over something.
 
“Shit.”
 
He heard the shower running. He crept to the bathroom door and placed his ear up against it.
 
Tristano reached down and twisted the doorknob slowly. He opened the door.
 
The first thing he noticed through a fog of steam was a woman’s clothing items spread on the settee.
 
Tristano placed his weapon down on the double sink vanity and stormed over to the shower door. He angrily slid it back.
 
“Your dinner date fucked you, and then disposed your ass on my doorstep!”
 
Artesia jumped.
 
The bar of soap dropped out her hand. She turned around.
 
“We need to talk.”
 
“Can I…”
 
“No.”
 
Tristano snatched a towel from off the heated towel bar and threw it at Artesia.
 
Artesia caught it before it landed on the floor of the shower.
 
Tristano turned and walked out the bathroom. He pulled the door close, causing it to rattle on the hinges.
 
She knew this was a bad idea.
 
Artesia threw the towel on the settee, closed the door back, and quickly washed up.
 
“The man is insufferable, unbearable, and…and just downright rude.”
 
Artesia slid the shower door back, stepped out, and slid the door close. She reached for a towel and wrapped it around her head; she lifted the other one from off the settee and wrapped it around her body. Artesia opened the door and walked out the bathroom. She walked into the living room. She heard Mozart playing in the distance. She entered the bedroom.
 
Tristano was drinking a glass of wine. He turned around after hearing Artesia enter the bedroom.
 
“Why did you come here? The last we spoke, you were fucking my client.”
 
“And I asked you to leave my wallet at the security desk.”
 
Tristano walked over to the dresser, pulled a drawer out, and lifted Artesia’s wallet. He pushed the drawer close and threw the wallet on the bed.
 
“There is your fucking wallet, now get the fuck out!”
 
“What is your problem? You disrespected me, and then called me earlier to apologize. You beg to see me, and then you act like an ass.”
 
“I do not want anything to do with you; you made your decision whose dick you want rammed inside you.”
 
Artesia walked over to the bed and lifted her wallet.
 
“Goodnight Tristano.”
 
She removed the towel from off her head and placed it on the settee at the bottom of the bed. She walked out Tristano’s bedroom.  
 
Tristano looked down at the back of Artesia’s legs, and the dampen curls curtaining her back. He slammed the glass down on the nightstand and stormed after her. He grabbed her by her shoulder blades, turned her around, and pulled her to his chest.
 
“What’s the matter? My client did not fuck you right, so you thought I’ll be available to finish the job!”
 
“Let me go Tristano, what is the matter with you.”
 
“No! You’re here, and if you want to get fucked, then dammit that’s what I’m going to do!”
 
Artesia tried to scoot back.
 
Tristano’s gripped Artesia by her upper arms.
 
“Did you let Mr. Barron lick your pussy huh, stick his dick inside you!”
 
Tristano went under the towel and angrily inserted one of his fingers inside Artesia’s pussy. He took it back out and smelled it. He snatched the towel off Artesia’s body and threw it on the carpet.
 
“If you want to fuck the next available man, then so be it, damn you!”
 
Tristano lifted Artesia and lowered her to the carpet. He opened the slit in his pajama bottoms and pulled out his stiff dick.
 
“No Tristano, I only came…”
 
Tristano covered Artesia’s mouth with his and swiftly jammed his dick inside her pussy. He inched his mouth off hers.
 
“Did you drive Mr. Barron out of his mind moving your pussy over his di...oh sweet shit.”
 
Tristano rammed his dick inside Artesia’s vaginal canal harder.
 
“This...this is my pussy dammit.”
 
“Tristano…”
 
Tristano rested his weight on top of Artesia. He inched his head back, lifted a breast, and then aerated his tongue over an overstuffed nipple.
 
“Tristano... I.”
 
Tristano kissed Artesia’s lips. He cupped her buttocks and repeatedly hammered his groin into her pelvis.
 
Artesia linked her arms around Tristano’s neck. She kissed his chest; her teeth accidentally nicked his skin.
 
“Did...”
 
Artesia palmed Tristano’s face, pulled his face down, and passionately kissed his lips. She uplifted her pelvis; her pussy greeting the harden dick darting inside of her was sending her.
 
Good gracious, she loved his member inside of her.
 
Tristano withdrew his dick, inched back, and stood. He scooped Artesia from off the floor and rushed back to his bedroom. He ran over the bed and laid her on the silk covers.
 
Tristano unsnapped his pajama bottoms, pushed them down his legs, and stepped out of them. He got on the bed and separated Artesia’s thighs. He laid on his stomach and kissed over her clitoris; he licked through her downy hairs. His nostrils made a path from the opening of her pussy, to the opening of her anus.
 
Tristano lifted Artesia’s buttocks and kissed around the tight opening to her anus. He separated the cove with his tongue and sunk it inside.
 
“Ye…yes Tristano.”
 
Artesia gripped the bedcovers.
 
Tristano continued to writhe his tongue in and out of Artesia’s rectum. He kissed the darkish base to the opening. He inserted a finger inside and stuck his tongue inside her vaginal canal.
 
“Oh Tristano…Tristano...,” Artesia moaned.
 
Tristano’s tongue mounted to a grand finale. He withdrew his tongue and spit on Artesia’s downy hairs; he wrestled the tip of his tongue pass the entrance to her womanhood again.
 
“Tristano... baby, you’re going to make me…make me cum.”
 
Tristano’s tongue roamed farther. He withdrew his finger and tongue and quickly got up. He crawled over Artesia, held his dick, and steadied the engorged taut skin inside her sweeten saturated coven.
 
“Oh, sweet Lord,” Tristano moaned. He closed his eyes to the pleasurable infiltration. He leaned down and kissed Artesia on her lips.
 
And she was trying to run from this feeling?
 
Tristano gripped the brass headboard. He banged his groin into her pelvis; he withdrew it to the helmet, and then consistency slammed it back inside of her.
 
“Te... oh dolce Artesia.”
 
Tristano’s nutt spilled forth. He rammed his dick and froze it in place.
 
Artesia wrapped her legs around Tristano’s back, pulled him closer, and climaxed.
 
“Oh Tristano…. I.”
 
Tristano kissed Artesia’s lips in the middle of her sentence. He enthused his dick inside of her pussy and withdrew it. He palmed his dick and held it while steering it back inside her repeatedly.  
 
“Oh, baby your pussy...oh fuck yes.”
 
He ejaculated inside her again.
 
Artesia grind her pussy to the rippling sensation.
 
“Oh Tristano.”
 
She hugged him tighter to her chest. Her climax stretched and thinned over his manhood.
 
“Oh, sweet Artesia…”
 
Tristano threw his head back.
 
The savoring feeling diluted his emotions.
 
He took a deep breath and inched his head downward. He kissed Artesia’s lips, and slowly relaxed his weight on top of her.
 
Tristano took a deep breath and inched back; he detained Artesia’s eyes.
 
“I don’t want you to see Mr. Barron anymore.”
 
Artesia leaned her face up and kissed Tristano on his chin.
 
“Is there someone else willing to take his place?”
 
Tristano shifted his semi-hard manhood inside her womanhood.
 
“Yes, a very covetous man.”
 
“Do say more.”
 
Artesia kissed the side of Tristano’s cheek.
 
“Artesia, I’m sorry about earlier.”
 
“And I never meant any harm by my impromptu actions.”
 
She kissed him under his earlobe.
 
“I see that now, however, it appears Mr. Barron found no offense in your performance.”
 
Tristano kissed Artesia on the side of her cheek.
 
“Artesia, are we clear about you not seeing Mr. Barron after today.”
 
Artesia’s head hit the pillow. She looked up into Tristano’s eyes.
 
“I don’t know, I did get invited to the Hamptons this weekend.”
 
“If you want to go to the Hamptons, I own property there, I’ll take you.”
 
“Kiss me Tristano.”
 
Tristano dropped his face and kissed Artesia on her lips. He kissed her temple.  
 
“When I mean I love fucking you, I really do.”
 
Tristano humped his groin into Artesia’s pelvis, with controlled movements; he smashed his dick into her pussy.  
 
Artesia caged Tristano’s manhood between her vaginal passage and squeezed her Kegel muscles.
 
“Move that pussy for me,” Tristano whispered in Artesia’s ear. “Show me what you would do if I was another man.”
 
Artesia placed her palms over Tristano’s buttocks and pulled his body weight into hers. She wrapped her legs around his ankles and gave the man what he desired. She kissed his chest wall and moved her pelvis up and down, sideways.
 
Tristano’s dick took no time in rising to the occasion.
 
Artesia stuck one of her fingers inside her mouth, and then fed it to Tristano.
 
“Oh...Arte…”  
 
Tristano licked over her finger while pumping his dick inside of her. He withdrew his dick.
 
“Get on your knees.”
 
Artesia sat up, turned around, and got on her knees. She braced her weight on her bent forearms and dipped her back.
 
Tristano grabbed his manhood and rammed it inside Artesia’s womanhood. He maintained her balance by her hips.
 
“You want this dick huh.”
 
“Oh… yes… yes Tristano...”
 
“There’s no second choice, other than this.”
 
Tristano crashed his erection inside Artesia’s pussy harder.
 
“No...no…other.”
 
Tristano withdrew his penis, spit on it, and divided Artesia’s buttocks. He placed the tip at the door of her anus.
 
“Tristano…no...please.”
 
“Shh, I’m only going to put the head in, just breathe baby.”
 
Tristano gently slithered the tip of his manhood inside Artesia’s rectum.
 
“Oh Tristano, it’s… it’s so painful.”
 
Tristano grabbed Artesia’s hips, and softly darted his manhood inside her snug rectum.
 
“Argh...shit, baby it hurt.”
 
“Shh, it’s almost in.”
 
Artesia held her breath.
 
Tristano’s movements became boisterous.
 
“Okay, don’t move anymore, just let me, please,” Artesia moaned against the pillow.
 
“Okay.”
 
Artesia slowly pushed her buttocks backwards.
 
Tristano arrowed his dick forward.
 
Their bodies became harmonized in the pursuit of Tristano reaching an ejaculation.
 
Tristano palmed Artesia’s breasts from the sides and squeezed them.
 
“Oh Artesia…”
 
“Baby it...hurry,” Artesia whined.
 
“Here...here it comes.”
 
 Tristano’s palms suffocated Artesia’s breasts tighter. His body movements were clumsy in running after an ejaculation at the tip of his penis.
 
“Hurry Tristano,” Artesia moaned out. “Please, shit.”
 
She submerged her face in the pillow to escape the distending pain.
 
“Here…”
 
Tristano held Artesia’s pelvis to his groin. His pearly release pushed inside the constricted space.
 
“Oh Artesia…Artesia.”
 
Tristano’s body convulsed.
 
Artesia moved her buttocks.
 
Tristano quickly withdrew.
 
Artesia’s body fell forward on the bed. She squeezed her rectum to escape the searing aftermath pain.
 
Tristano hosed his dick; his palm danced up and down his lower abdomen. He leaned over Artesia. He threw his head back.
 
“Eggg.” He pumped his dick faster
 
Some of his release reached Artesia’s buttocks.
 
“Ummm.”
 
Artesia reached behind herself and smeared the liquidly contents over her buttocks.
 
“Come on and take a shower with me.”
 
Artesia rolled over and sat up.
 
Tristano grabbed Artesia’s hand and assisted her off the bed.
 
Both rushed to the bathroom.
 
HOURS LATER
 
“I have an idea.”
 
Tristano, rubbed over Artesia’s buttocks.
 
“If you give me a minute or two. I could make that ideal reality.”
 
Artesia smiled.
 
“Not that Mr. Giordano.”
 
Artesia lifted her head from off her bent arms. She pivoted her head to look down at Tristano’s resting form.
 
“It’s a beautiful night. Let’s take a carriage ride through Central Park.”
 
“Baby, it’s after twelve o’clock in the morning, and in New York at this time. I don’t think so.”
 
“Oh, come on now, it will be so romantic, and besides, I saw your carrying concealed weapon’s permit on the dresser.”
 
Artesia was already rising from the bed.
 
“I will be so kind, as to pack us some late night goodies, and grab us a blanket.”
 
“Is this what’s expected for falling for a very beautiful and young vivacious woman.”
 
“What were you expecting?”
 
“Rest and then sleep after making love.”
 
Artesia climbed over the bed and kissed Tristano on his lips. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “The loving is the bonus, let me see here handsome. Oh, and my commitment to you, is everlasting.”
 
She dug the tip of her tongue inside his ear canal.
 
“Now get dressed Mr. Giordano the III.”
 
She kissed him on his nose.
 
Artesia scooted off the bed and headed to the bathroom.
 
Tristano threw the covers back and rose from the bed.  
 
 
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