Discovering Charlotte Pt. 05

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I sit at the Blackjack table with a stack of chips in my hand. A half-smoked cigarette in the other. An eight of jacks and a five of clubs. Unlucky thirteen. Of course. Hit and I’m sure to bust. Stay, and the dealer’s certain to kick my ass. He’s showing a king.

I take another drag and smack the table in front of me. My luck is gonna run out at some point.

The dealer flips an 8. Goddamn, I am hot tonight. I take another drag as Antonio, the dealer, congratulates me on another winning hand. The table’s jealous. I’m the only player stockpiling chips. The others have been decimated and now there’s only two left. I, of course, have a serious advantage. I got Charlotte’s luck at my fingertips. Let me explain.

We’d been in and out of the casinos all day. A little bit up, a little bit down. Pretty typical. By dinnertime, I was up just enough to get us both a decent steak. By the time we were back in the room, Charlotte was talking about calling it a night. It was only seven.

Instead of being disappointed, I was actually relieved. The three orgasms I’ve had in the past twenty-four hours had completely drained me. I hadn’t thought about sex all day. Not since that morning anyway.

“Come tuck me in and then you can go back down.”

“I can stay with you.”

“No, it’s ok. I want you to go have fun. You’ve worn me out today. But I don’t want you downstairs too long.”

“Ok baby.”

“I want to be with you.”

“I can stay.”

“No. I want you to go.”

“Do you want to come with me?”

“Mmm. I already did that. Many times.”

“Ok.

“Put your finger in me.”

I oblige. I’m not horny, but her insistence surprises me enough that I comply without question. It takes a minute before I feel her lips moisten. When they do, I find the entrance and insert the middle finger of my right hand inside of her. The passage is so slick. So soft. A few seconds later she says,

“Two baby. I want two fingers.”

Again I oblige her. She still has that dreamy look on her face but across her lips, I see a smile forming just around the edges. Her breathing is heavy but she doesn’t grind against me as she usually does. I can tell she’s thinking about something else. I lean down to kiss her and ask,

“Do you want me to stay?”

“Oh no baby. I’m too tired. I just need you to do one more thing.”

Before I can answer her, she pulls my fingers from her pussy and, still holding my wrist, she turns over on her stomach.

“Other hand.”

“What? What do you need baby?”

“Give me your other hand.”

She takes my left hand and places it on her ass. “Come over here.”

I crawl over her to the other side. Her face is next to mine and she gives me a quick kiss. Quick enough to know she’s not looking for sex. But I really have no idea what she wants. A second later, she’s guiding my left middle finger along the ridge of her ass. The sudden touch of it reminds me of our morning wake-up call. I smile and kiss her back harder. My finger pushes deeper into that valley, taking the smooth satin of her panties with it. She ends the kiss by moving her head back and opens her eyes.

“Go under.”

I gladly comply. I begin to feel the soft stirrings in my own cock although I think it’s more of a groan. Not ready for another all-out lust fest. Even still, my hands slips under her panties and it doesn’t take my finger two seconds to find what I’m looking for.

“Wait.”

She guides my hand out of the back of her panties and towards her mouth. She takes one, and then two fingers inside, sucking gently. When she’s done, she dribbles saliva on them.

“Now do it.”

I bring my hand back down immediately. With the natural lube I start pushing my middle against her rim. It opens immediately.

“Do both at the same time.”

I line my middle and index finger up against her hole. It takes very little pressure for both of them to slide.

“Mmmmm,” she moans. It’s deep and guttural. “All the way.”

I put a little more pressure on and before long, I’m past both knuckles.

“Ohhh…I love you inside of me.” She says this breathlessly. Almost wistfully. As if she can’t have what was already hers. “Okay baby. Now you can go.”

“Wait.. I don’t have to go. I can make you cum, baby.”

“No. I want you to go. You’ve already done what I want.”

I don’t understand what’s happening, but already I can feel her wiggle herself to lose my fingers. I pull them out and look at her questioningly. Before she responds, she pulls me in for a long, deep kiss.

“Stay as long as you want,” she says. “I’m so tired.”

“Umm… okay baby. If you’re sure.” I don’t argue with her. Truth is, I’m kind of relieved she didn’t expect me to fuck her again.

“Baby?” She says this as I get up to leave. I turn and look back just as she says, “Don’t wash your hands.”

So when I say I have Charlotte’s luck at my fingertips, I’m not joking. I smoke at the tables and each time I take a drag, I feel like güvenilir bahis I’m smoking her ass. Tonight, I find myself chain smoking, my cigarette hand never far from my face. I take every opportunity to smell her pussy as well. A drink takes longer than usual.

I put down another bet. Antonio deals a queen on the first card and as he passes to the rest of the table, I prop my arm on the table resting my face on my hand. The index finger straddles the space between my lips and nostril. From far away, it looks as if I’m concentrating on the game. What I’m really concentrating on is the way Charlotte demand that not just one, but two fingers be inserted into her.

She undoubtedly knows these are the fingers I use to smoke. She also had to know my fingers weren’t going to come out smelling like roses. Now I understand what she means when she said she wanted to be with me. I’ve had that anal scent with me all night.

“Do you want another card?”

What? What was he saying. Oh right. “Yea, go ahead and hit.” I have no idea what I’m even doing at this point. Antonio turns up a three and says,

“Nice hit.”

The guy next to me slaps me on the back and says, “Jesus, that was lucky.” I look down to see Antonio add a black chip to my own. It’s then that I realize that not only did I place a $100 bet on one hand but I asked for a card on 18. Christ, I really couldn’t lose. There’s a part of me that wants to lose. That wants to burn my money so I have an excuse to go back up to the room.

I’ve had so much sex in the past 24 hours that I’m wondering whether my cock will even work. But each time I place my finger under my nose, I can feel a low stirring deep in the pit of my stomach. Part of me hopes that Charlotte has gotten up and showered. Freshened herself up to come down to the tables.

But there’s that other part of me that keeps putting my fingers up to my face and complaining that the smell is fading. That I need to go back for more. It wonders what it’d be like to get in that huge bed and use Charlotte’s big ass as a pillow. What would it be like to sleep with my nose jammed into the crack of her ass.

Was it possible that it could be dirtier than last night? Did I even want it to be? One whiff from my fingers and I think I already know the answer to that. And I wonder, if I sneak into bed and pull down the panties she’s been wearing all day…

“Blackjack!”

Another slap on my back, another round of congratulations. I had let the winnings from my last bet ride so the dealer puts down three more black chips next to my $200 dollar bet. In two hands I’ve just earned four hundred dollars. I now have over a thousand dollars in chips and I decide it’s a good time to go find out about those panties. The moment for stalling was done. The idea that I’ve had enough sex now gone from my mind. Part of it is the excitement of the winning streak. Part of it is the intoxicating smell of my fingers.

If this morning proved anything, it proved that after seven years, Charlotte’s ass still has sway over me. That Charlotte’s dark and earthy aroma is a pure aphrodisiac. That the only thing better than the way she smelled, was the way she tasted. An image from this morning flashes in my mind. The act of slowly pulling out of her ass. Watching the dark hole close ever so slowly with the absence my cock. Watching a tiny bead of love juice drip from that hole. Tasting it. Knowing that the drop has just come from her ass. And not caring. Loving it in fact. Loving her.

I tip Antonio a green chip and get the hell out of there.

I slip into a darkened room. The only light comes from the sodium arcs outside coming through the windows. It casts a strange orange glow over everything. Having spent the past four hours in a jangle of bells, flashing lights, and spinning wheels, the calm of the room is a welcome change.

I set about emptying my pockets, locking the deadbolt and getting ready for bed. I usually sleep in boxers, but tonight, I take those off too. I sit on the couch completely naked with a view towards the bed. I light a cigarette and when I reach for the ashtray I find a bundle of silk lace instead. Just the feel of them on my fingertips makes my heart skip a beat. I set them on my lap and relax, my head lolled all the way back so I’m staring at the ceiling. I delay the instant gratification of my prize and try to enjoy the night’s last cigarette.

After two drags, the weight of the fabric becomes very noticeable on my naked body. I keep my head face up, staring at the ceiling. I fight the curiosity. I tell myself to finish my cigarette. Don’t get distracted. But even in the dark, I can tell it’s a pair I hadn’t seen before. Light cream-colored lace. Charlotte never wears light colored panties. Were they a thong? Or did it have a wider seat? Was the lace only in the front? Were they a cream, or were they actually white?

I don’t spend that much time thinking about what I’m going to wear in the morning much less what someone else has on. But now, in the quiet of türkçe bahis night, the only thing on my mind is what the fabric laying on my thigh looks like. What it might feel like against my face.

When I can resist no longer, I close my eyes and scoop the panties into my hands and bring them directly to my face. The first thing I notice is they smell very strongly of ESCAPE. My favorite perfume. Clearly Charlotte’s sprayed them with it. The floral scent is unexpected, but not unwelcome. Before last night, this was the smell I mostly closely associated with Charlotte. She is full of surprises.

As I breathe in the perfume, a rush of good memories flash into my mind. Just glimpses of random events over the past seven years. Being on top of a mountain together, kissing at sunset on a Scotland beach, standing atop the Eiffel tower. The perfume acts like a photo-album, fast forwarding through some of our most pleasant memories. The first time we met, our first smoke together. Our first kiss together. This morning’s anal…

Wait. This morning? I pull the panties away from my face and open my eyes. They’ve completely adjusted to the dimmed room and now it seems too bright. The sodium lights seem to illuminate every corner of the room. Even her panties are a shade too bright. Almost white. As I inspect them more closely, I see that they are white. A pure shade of white lace. The lace so bare you can practically see through the front. The back is a single string meant to straddle her huge cheeks. It’s this part that I’ve come to. The part that suddenly reminds me of this morning. It’s infused with the perfume but somewhere underneath that layer, I get an earthy natural scent. Something, not unlike my experience this morning. Only now, the two flavors have melded together.

As I play with the material, opening it, closing it, stretching out the fabric; I can’t get over the fact that she’s been wearing white panties. When I look inside, my heart skips a beat and my cock practically jumps out of my lap. They’re not all white. Not anymore.

Oh my god.

In my excitement I fumble the panties with my trembling hands and sure enough, it lands right between my legs. My hard cock jabs through one of the leg holes and I can’t help but do what feels natural. With the lace wrapped around my cock, I begin jerking myself off. The texture feels surprisingly rough around the shaft of my hard-on but it doesn’t feel unpleasant. Alternating scents waft to my nose. Sometimes I smell Escape, and sometimes I smell Charlotte. Either way, it excites me.

As I get more turned on, I take the white panties from around my cock. It’s only a matter of time before it’s pushed tight against my nose. Despite the perfume, there is no doubt what I’m smelling. I actually giggle a bit at the absurdity of what a dirty pair of panties is doing to me. How it’s making my mouth water.

By the time I have to slow myself down, the string is fully inside my mouth. I’m actually sucking on it. Smacking my lips to get more juices into the material so I can suck it out. I know what I’m doing. I know what taste I’m looking for, and I don’t care. I simply cannot get the images from this morning out of my head.

Hell, forget about the images, I can’t get the smell out of my head. And Charlotte hasn’t made it easy. The fact that I’ve had to walk around all night with my fingers smelling like ass is enough to make me want to go wake up Charlotte.

She is laying on her side of the bed, facing out. I stand over her, and realize I’ve been rubbing those panties into my cock. That my cock is going to smell just like her. Feeling evil, I gently place my hand on her face but before I even do, her eyes open.

“It’s about time baby. I thought you were gonna cum without me.”

I look down at her, shocked. I don’t have a response and she continues,

“I know what you do with a dirty pair of panties.”

With that, she reaches out grabs my cock. Charlotte puts it against her but not into her mouth. It’s as if she’s trying to…Is she trying to smell it? She kisses it up and along the shaft. First the one side and down the other. When she finally makes her way back to the tip, she says,

“Your cock smells like me.”

With that, she takes the entire length of it into her mouth and down her throat. When it comes out, it’s covered in wetness. Long white bubbly lines hang from her mouth and extend to my cock. There’s drool running down her chin. She says,

“Your cock tastes like me.”

I immediately bend down and kiss her. The kiss only lasts for a few seconds before she goes for my cock and I’m forced to stand as she takes me back in her mouth. She grabs at the panties still in my hand and says,

“That’s mine.”

I surrender them to her and Charlotte hangs them on my cock.

“Show me.”

I start jerking myself off not two inches in front of her face. Once again, the fabric is wrapped around my cock. The rough texture no longer bothers me. What does bother me is how unbelievably sore I am. It’s safe güvenilir bahis siteleri to say, it hasn’t ever been used this much in a 24-hour period. And knowing Charlotte, she’s expecting to use it quite a bit more.

Her face moves closer to my cock and she graciously opens her mouth to allow me to jerk off against her tongue. The dark parts of the fabric keep bumping up against her nose and each time it does, she takes a deep inhale. She’s starting to like this way too much.

When my hand gets tired, Charlotte takes over with her mouth again. This time, she not only takes the entire length of my shaft into her mouth, she does it with panties and all. When she finally releases me, I feel the weight of the wet fabric around my cock, soaked in the juices of her saliva. My juices as well.

I kneel down to kiss her and as I do, I can’t help but notice the strong smell of her face. Of having the dirty parts of her panties rubbed up against her cheeks and nose. I put the panties between our faces and we kiss the dirty lace together.

Charlotte makes the first move to part our lips. As she does, I immediately move to get under the sheets and on top of her. She places a hand on my chest and firmly says,

“No.”

“Baby, I need to get inside you.”

“No. What you need is more of my ass.”

I sigh. When Charlotte gets like this, when she has a firm idea in her head, she’s not going to back down. She turns herself over, facing the inside of the bed. I flip up the comforter and see her in a pair of boxer briefs. They hug her curves and I immediately put my face against it. The boxers are so tight on her ass, they leave no room for the imagination. They don’t even give when I try to push them against the seam. I put my hands on the waist of the boxers and try to pull them down. Charlotte says,

“No.”

“But baby, I want to taste more of your ass.”

“Then suck it off my dick.”

It isn’t until Charlotte turns back over that I understand her meaning. And the boxers. They’re designed to look like underwear only there’s a specially designed o-ring built into the crotch of the boxers. It acts as the harness for the dildo she now has pointed directly at my face.

“Oh my god.” I say, not having really any other response that would make sense in that context.

“You wanted ass? I just took this cock out of my ass baby. “

“Oh my g-.”

But before I even get the words out, Charlotte’s ramming it against my lips. The smell is back. That dirty, dirty, ass smell engulfs my senses again. I grab its shaft and realize it’s wedged tight inside of her boxers. I don’t even process the implications of that before Charlotte is nudging it against my lips again. I mimic Charlotte’s actions by kissing it up and down the shaft. Taking in deep breaths as I move along the dildo. It smells incredibly intoxicating. Hypnotic. I’m vaguely aware of Charlotte getting on her knees in bed.

“I want to watch you suck it.”

I don’t comply. Instead, I continue to give it soft small kisses while breathing that air.

“Come on baby. Suck my dick. It’s dirty the way you like it.”

I take another deep breath and in that instant, I get the image of her lace panties. A brilliant shade of ivory. Except for the parts that weren’t. It occurs to me that she must have worn them after she played with this in her ass. They were so dirty…so –

The thought drives me to open my mouth. I feel her hands on the back of my head as she pistons her hips forward. Wrapping my lips around the shaft, I let her slide in and out of my mouth.

“You like it? You like the taste of my ass?”

She knows I’m loving it. She knows I wouldn’t be sucking on a dildo if it weren’t for the taste of her ass. That smell that I thought was so bad last night, back when I thought the nastiest thing I had ever done was to yank a glass buttplug out of her with my teeth; that smell is now an instant aphrodisiac. I nod my head yes with the dildo still in my mouth.

“Mmmm baby, that’s a good boy. Look up at me,” she commands.

I do it and am immediately rewarded with a fat wad of spit that lands just at the base of her dildo.

“Lick that up!”

I could take the tip out of my mouth and get at it from the side. But that just wouldn’t be as fun. So instead, I gag myself by taking the entire dildo into my mouth…all the way to that back of my throat. I make a slurping sound as my lips reach their goal and I begin sucking her.

“Oh wow…you are a slut. Look at you.”

She rains more spit down on me and now I don’t even look up. She’s giving me a constant stream for me to swallow. It’s warm and slick and tastes so good coming from her mouth.

“Oh my God baby. Is there anything you won’t do?”

I shake my head no. The cock still clamped tight between my lips.

“Fuck baby. I can’t wait anymore. You need to come over here.”

Charlotte points at the head of the bed and I dutifully crawl over. When my ass doesn’t stick up high enough she slaps it and demands I bring it up higher. She slaps it again even after I do. They’re not love taps. She’s slapping me the way you’d slap a stallion to get it going. Before too long, I start hearing a wet slurping sound as I feel her tongue digging into my ass.

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