The Education of Taylor (The Erotic Diary of a Beverly Hills Woman Book 1)

by Rev Mel

  As we sat across from each other in a small booth enjoying our dinner, we savored the fact that the night was still young. Directly sitting across from us was that famous actor who hates cameras and a beautiful blonde. I could not tell if he was wooing his wife in an evening of playfulness, or if he was entertaining other thoughts with a would-be stand-in. Being safe from any unfriendly paparazzi, I’m sure he feels secure dining in such a secluded restaurant that the press hardly ventured into. I was fully aware of all the dining activities going on around me.

  Alan talked about his day full of vital meetings and countless phone calls. I could hear it in his voice that he was very excited about a real estate project that was, at last, coming to an end. His eyes sparkled as he lured me in with the minutiae. After we ordered, I slid off one shoe and slowly pressed my toes up against him, provoking his very erect male member. A ravished gaze flowed intensely from his stare as I pressed my toes a little harder, stroking the full length of his hardening, ever-growing cock. Without hesitation, he grabbed my foot and forced it against his truly excited, throbbing vessel. We stared into each other's eyes, wishing that we were in my bed stroking our nude bodies up against one another. As he rubbed my calf, I wanted to scream at him to reach under the table and touch my quivering pearl. The table, unfortunately, was too wide for him to grab and feast his hands on my hot entrance. We continued to touch each other throughout dinner, playing little diversions of tantalization.

  We were both burning up by the time we left the restaurant. At the valet, Alan stood behind me, rubbing his body up against mine. I felt his excited manhood pushing its way to freedom behind me. The scent of Chanel danced through the air as I closed my eyes in thought. With anticipation, Alan leaned over and kissed my bare neck. It sent electric currents throughout my already heated body.

  Driving home, I slowly loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest hair was standing straight up with excitement. His scent made my body and thoughts become unglued. I stroked his chest and started to unbutton his trousers and I unzipped his zipper; the sound buzzed throughout my ears. Slowly, I released his swollen mushroom. Looking deep into his eyes, I leaned over his lap and lowered my ticklish lips to his hardness. Savoring his musky scent, I licked around his tip and heard him moan in a soft roar of pleasure.

  Reaching around my behind, he lifted up my dress and placed his fingers on my most sensitive spot, stroking my wet entrance lovingly. With passion overtaking him, Alan’s driving was becoming careless as we headed back to Beverly Hills. My mouth opened to take in all his manly charm. Deeper and deeper I took his penis into my mouth and continued sucking and licking until he was jostled with temptation. Giggling with playfulness, I pulled my mouth off him and blew a warm breeze on his tip causing him to grasp the steering column. His body quivered to the beat of his heart rate. I knew then that he was ready to release the lava from his burning volcano. I could see it in his eyes that he was at his breaking point. Discreetly, I slowly licked his tip, making sure to keep him wanting, yet preventing a climax. While he continued to touch my heated flower, moisture was beginning to seep from my hidden cavern. His fingers stayed deep inside of me, pushing my G-spot, making me cum and cum again until we pulled into my driveway.

  Getting out of the car was difficult since we couldn’t break free from our infused bodies. Our locked lips kissed in a hot fever. With a fleeting feeling of desperation, we left the confines of the heated car and headed into my house, stumbling as we ran up the stairs that lead to the front door. Knowing that I sent the houseboy and the maid home for the night, Alan felt free to ravage me. He still had no idea of what I had in store for him. To Alan’s surprise, candles lined our path leading upstairs. Layer by layer our clothes seemed to melt off. We scattered our discarded garments along the steps as we climbed, higher and higher, never deserting each other’s lips. By the time we reached the top, we were both nude and wet. Holding each other, we rested for a brief moment and took in one last breath before the games began.

  Our wanting flesh called out to the gods for direction. We then ran down the hallway in each other’s arms, pausing at my bedroom door. Now it was time for Alan to play. I reached for the red silk scarf that I had earlier placed on my doorknob. I took the silk and wrapped it around Alan’s eyes, blindfolding him. He was charged with sexual energy and he would have done anything for me at this moment for I knew that he trusted me implicitly. I heard under his breath that he was enjoying my act of seduction, while he begged me for more with his body language.

  As we entered my bedroom, there next to my bed was a tall, wrought-iron chair. I led Alan over to the cool chair and sat him down. The unexpected icy chair made him scream with hunger. He was smiling with anticipation. Then I took a silk cord off the white curtains, pulling his hands behind his back and I lashed him to the chair. He cheered with surprise. His penis was very hard and pointing up at me as I lowered myself down, skimming his tip. I learned a few little tricks from Alex and was happy to be able to share this Alan.

  His passion stirred, renewed and invigorated, as he began to excrete moisture from his tip. I licked his juice off his sensitive tip and laid his head back. I rose and whispered in his ear, “I want you to sit back and listen.” Walking away from him, I turned toward my bed. My king-sized bed was turned down for the night and my girlfriend Savannah was lying down on my bed in the nude, watching us. I could see that she was getting excited just watching us, but was now permitted to join in and feast off Alan’s vulnerable body.

  My girlfriend is very beautiful with long red hair and white soft skin. She has very large breasts and full hips, just the way I like a woman to be. Looking at her long legs, the thought of them wrapping around me sent shivers down my heaving body. Alan never liked skinny women either; therefore, I knew that he would enjoy watching the two of us. Alan was always intrigued with the idea of me making love to a beautiful woman and tonight I was going to fulfill his fantasy.

  In the past, he would get very excited when I told him about the time I took a woman home for some lovemaking. Even though the thought brought him excitement, he always felt a little left out by not participating. Wanting to please him, I decided that I would grant him his wish and share her with him. This was my gift to him and I knew he could not, and would not, refuse.

  Turning back at him, I explained that first, he had to listen to her make love to me and that if he was a good boy I would let him watch and, perhaps, participate. His adventure was all up to him now and he knew that all he had to do was sit back and listen. I could hear his breathing becoming inflamed with passion and I knew that his imagination was running wild. Then her voice cried out to me. His head jerked up as he listened carefully, not wanting to miss a sound. Walking over to the bed, she took my hand and pulled me into her waiting arms. She passionately spoke in my ear, “I thought that you would never come,” as she kissed me. She laid me down next to her, holding me tight. Alan sat quietly as he listened to us, moving his head to the beat of our breaths.

  Our breasts kissed each other as our nipples brushed by one another. Tenderly kissing, like only women can, I melted into her flesh and she became a part of me. Kissing her soft lips, I floated in her arousing touch. Her creamy skin and fanning red hair looked enchanting against my British racing-green silk sheets, which matched her piercing green eyes. We made little sucking sounds as we welcomed our bodies to the spirit of lovemaking. As I slid myself down to her long tapered neck, stopping at her cleavage, Alan started stirring in his chair. I knew he was dying to see us reach our heightened ecstasy. Wanting to tease, I harshly told him to sit still like a good boy and wait his turn. His body stiffened. He could play this game well.

  My girlfriend and I both giggled briefly, then continued. Back between her Venus mounds, I kissed her shoulder and tenderly moved toward her areolas. They were large and rose-pink in color. I licked all around their circumference, eluding her temperamental nipples. She was motionless with anticipation waiting for my velvet tongue
to engorge her. My other hand caressed her other silky breast. I could feel the heat of her wanting as her tight stomach jostled up in exhalation. Snatching her nipple in my mouth, she purred at the pleasure which my lips unleashed. Her nipple filled with excitement in my mouth as I tasted the salty warm dew of her flesh. Her breasts were full and taut. I needed her body and I craved to touch the root of her soul. I was drenched with satisfaction while touching her sacred flesh with my hands and tongue. Sucking on her breasts, like a starved infant trying to find nourishment, she cried out harder as Alan clenched his fists in anticipation for what was in store for him.

  I could tell from looking at Alan, his mind was sifting through the noise, trying to picture my aching body. His manhood was fully engorged with the struggle of his wanting, and knowing this, I continued in pursuit of tasting. My tongue relished her sizzling torso and I felt her trembling as I migrated further south. My tongue slid along her silken skin as I focused on long licks over her entire center. Her stomach seemed endless as I followed it down to her belly button. She was on fire as her hands undulated wildly through my hair, tugging tightly at my ends. My exploring tongue invaded her little hole, tasting her sweet moisture. She moved her pelvis up and down to create a friction between her stomach and my seething tongue. Using her hands, she pushed my head further down into the hairline of her fiery red bush. Licking spherically, feeling the hair move around my mouth, Savannah’s sweet smell awakened my body into a new realm of pleasure. She called out to me as I licked her like a melting ice cream sandwich. Her taste and aroma saturated the room.

  Alan, I’m sure, could almost taste her juices. I lost myself in her. Savannah’s hard and swollen clitoris completely filled my mouth as I sucked it in and out of my craving mouth. I could not get enough of her. She screamed in delight, while I pressed my face harder into her. Alan moaned with her. Her juices camouflaged my face as I lost control over my senses. “Harder,” and “harder,” she screamed. I continued licking and sucking her until I felt her volcanic release. My tongue slipped into her wet vagina as she came. Creamy nectar graced my lips as I pushed my tongue deeper inside of her, tasting her cum and cum. I felt the fire that burned inside of her as I tried to put out the flames with my saliva. Rubbing back and forth, she rocked till the last wave of orgasms roared through. Her body was immersed by sweat and heat as she moaned loud cries. Savannah’s hands held my head closer to her womanhood; fearing to let go, she embraced me devotedly. Moving upwards again, I kissed her mouth, letting her taste her own cum that lingered over my loving lips and face. Savannah kissed me hard as I adhered to her.

  I needed her now, but I could no longer leave Alan out. I wanted him to watch her make love to me. I whispered in her ear to untie his blindfold while she kissed my lips tenderly. She moved off the bed toward Alan knowing nothing but to obey. I scanned her body as she moved in a hedonistic way in Alan’s direction. I was really turned on as I observed her sway to-and-fro. She stood over Alan’s face with her wet vaginal lips directly in front of his mouth. If Alan opened his mouth, he could have taken a bite. Savannah rocked herself closer and closer to his face giving off her aroma. He could feel her legs grazing his in a slow seductive method. His senses were attuned to her and he was ready to swallow her whole. Slowly, she lowered herself down on his lap while her breasts touched his face as his lips palpated her cleavage.

  Alan’s hard member pushed up against her wet bottom and she let out a meow, then a laugh. I heard Alan wailing in excitement from behind her. Her hands stirred through his thick hair and slowly untied the blindfold. Savannah, looking at him with intense emerald-green eyes, smiled as he blinked to accustom himself to the light. Being in a daze, Savannah leaned over and gently kissed his lips. Unable to control herself, she continued to kiss him with an uncompromising attempt, pausing briefly throughout for a quick jolt of energy. As she laughed, she tilted her head back and climbed off of his lap. Savannah’s hands moved through his hair again as she danced up against him, rubbing herself all over him. My sweetheart’s penis was unyielding. I longed for her. I knew that look in his eyes. It was the same look he had given me just hours before.

  Moving away from Alan, Savannah continued to move in her dance-like motion back to me. Alan surveyed her bottom as she moved from side to side. When she finally reached me, Savannah glanced over her right shoulder and smiled at Alan. She then climbed onto the bed and took me into her arms while I looked deep into Alan’s eyes. His eyes were waiting for us to proceed; while he watched her take all of me, flames of elation vibrated throughout me. My body tickled as she traced my body with her fragile fingertips. Her voice was as sweet as music to my ear as she whispered how she wanted to take my total being. Tenderly she touched my lips to hers and, closing my eyes, I kissed her back allowing my tongue to experience her pink lemonade taste. Sharing our passion with our tongues, we continued exploring each other, flesh impacting upon flesh. Savannah worshiped and pampered my steady curves as she stroked me in a rhythmic dance of lust and passion.

  Alan’s eyes trailed along the edge of our moistened bodies. He closed his eyes, trying to force the image of us from his mind, yet unable to, he opened his eyes betraying his excitement. Our sheer beauty struck deep in the core of his naturally instinctive being. His only focus was the richness of our sexual exchange as the room grew hotter and hotter with sexual intensity. We floated in each other’s touch and I could feel the rapid beat of her heart as she climbed upon me.

  The soft fullness of her belly pressed up against my stomach and her breasts cushioned my breasts as our flesh mingled in sultry sensation. She wedged her sweltering clitoris close to mine as she rubbed up and down, causing a tense friction. Savannah’s thighs were baffling. She had brought me to the top of my orgasmic condition. Soft sounds exuded from my lips while she rubbed the source of my lust. Alan stared in complete abandon as Savannah shamelessly pushed harder and harder. My clitoris was wrestling out of its hood and felt liberated. My fragile membrane was brought to the height of ecstasy. My body trembled as it rode on the crest of sweet sensation, pounding violently as I let go. Waves overpowered me, rocking my body into complete submission.

  She moved her body lower and lower until I could feel her tongue licking my soul. Savannah’s fingernails lightly brushed over my ample breasts and sensitive nipples, causing a wave to crash throughout my heaving torso, touching every cell. Delicately, she stroked my mortal being, touching each and every part of me.

  Savannah then lured my body to the edge of the bed as she kneeled down on the floor with her back toward Alan. Opening my legs farther apart, she licked my budding flower causing it to fully blossom. Alan’s eyes were locked onto mine. I could almost hear his thoughts as she moved her backside closer to him. His knees touched her buttocks as she began to feed herself on my augmented clitoris. Her tongue darted, pushing on the hub of my essence. She nuzzled me between my legs with her fingertips, massaging my swollen lips. The folds of my entrance opened up to her hands as she slid a finger deep inside my dark cavern, pressure building.

  Then she coaxed in another finger, curling it forward, touching my mystical G-spot. I watched her head bounce up and down on my clitoris. With her fingers buried inside my opened box, Alan’s eyes locked on me and emancipated me to a place of complete erotic splendor. As a tidal wave flooded through my body, I shrieked in sheer pleasure. A powerful orgasm washed over me. The steam in the room glistened with passion. My hand clutched Savannah’s hair, pushing her face harder and harder to my clitoris. Moisture trailed out of me as she licked me clean. My body, shivering as it began to dwindle down, embraced her tongue as it lapped up the nectar from my flower. A smile was upon her face as she moved up my body. Kissing her lips, I tasted my own nectar that lingered on hers, while she held me close until the last wave of passion swept through me.

  Minutes passed as I lay in her arms. Alan said not a word; he knew better. As Savannah held me, I looked at him -- his eyes were forbidding, yet passionate. He was a very good b
oy tonight, watching, not saying anything. It was time to let him free so that he could enjoy us both. Savannah and I both moved closer to him. We surrounded him with our breasts, one on each side of him. He moaned with excitement as we drenched him with loving kisses. Alan could feel our temperatures rise with lust as it engulfed the room. The aroma of our climax lingered about his senses. Alan wanted to be free, so we slowly liberated his hands. Having been restricted for so long, he just sat there and waited for us to make a move. Savannah lowered her head and kissed him on his moistened lips, then I did the same. His hands were still down by his side and he knew that he was our slave to do with as we pleased.