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“Black women,” I had replied. Jake and I had been drinking for several hours and the conversation centered on our preferences in women. “A black woman on a hotel bed with starched white sheets for hours.” I slammed the last half a glass of whiskey down my throat. “Without legs.”

We had known each other for almost a year, just good drinking buddies. The part about legless women was a secret that I’d never shared with anyone, but I was drunk and it slipped out before I knew it. I could tell by the look on his face that he was surprised, but not shocked.

“No legs … completely without legs?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“For me, I like them flat chested. Once I dated a woman missing one breast, the other was a grand B-cup. That was hot.”

The bartender pushed two fresh drinks in front of us and took the empties. He looked at us as though we were getting too loud with our strange conversation then walked away without actually saying anything.

Jake was rich and well connected. He seemed to have anything he wanted, so it was no surprise when he called last night and said my birthday present would be in room 1108 at the Royal Palms at noon today. The conversation from a month ago had vanished along with the brain cells from too much drink that night.

The cardkey for the lock made the wonderful clunk that only hotel door locks seem to make then the door closes slowly behind me.

“You must be Mark, I’m Darla.”

She swivels the glossy jet-black sports wheelchair until she faces me. Early thirties I guess, probably twenty years younger than I am. I don’t mind. I take in the way her tan dress plunges to her navel and her pleasant breasts fold over her chest leaving soft rounded crevasses under them near the center of her chest. The face is to die for, her lips thin and well defined and kissable, her eyes brown and inviting, her black hair hangs stylishly just below her strong chin line. The hem of the dress ends inches in front of her and shows no signs of any thigh.

“Join me,” she coos.

I watch as the dress dangles for a brief moment when she swings her hips from the wheelchair to the cushion of the couch in the large suite. Her skin is like a Hershey’s bar of dark chocolate and I want a taste. The texture is smooth and even without a blemish. It is obvious there is no bra and I wonder if she wears any panties. I think it would be a shame to hide a pussy that just had to be as lovely as she was.

“I see you approve,” she teases as her hand lightly grazes the front of my khaki trousers.

There are three cushions on the couch and I consider which of the remaining two to sit on. I choose the middle one and sit turned enough to have a good view. The slit in the casino siteleri dress lies loosely over her chest and I watch the breasts move with each breath. I struggle to control my impulse to move too quickly.

“I’m enchanted,” I whisper, unable to collect my words into a meaningful conversation.

Darla giggles softly and smiles. “Will I be your first?” Her hand rubs along where her thighs should have protruded from her body. The smile continues, only more inviting. “Without legs, that is.”

“Yes.” I say, but fall silent as I watch her hand resting against the front of her pelvis. Finally, I say, “Has it been very long?”

“Maybe six months, going on seven.”

“I love the way you look, not just that you have no legs. Your skin is a perfect color … like dark chocolate.” I grin as I take her hand in mine and kiss it.

She leans closer. “I’d rather my lips be kissed than my hand. Other parts too.”

Without a response, her lips touch mine and I feel the tip of her tongue stroke them. The pressure increases and I let it slip between them. Her left hand holds my cheek and moves my head as she continues to explore my mouth. We trade tongues a few times and I can hear her soft moans.

I drag a fingertip along the bare strip of her chest and let it slip under the fold of breast. She watches with interest.

“There’re not perky like some white girls,” she whispers.

“I love the way they lay against your chest, particularly this little fold.”

My fingertip pushes against a roll in the side of the breast then I let my lips peck the same place as the fingers push the fabric away. I can sense her head lying back against the couch and her hand pulling the strap from the shoulder giving me full access.

“Ah-h,” she moans as my lips drink the dark nipple into my mouth. Her hand musses with my hair. “You’re good.”

I pull at her hips until she lies on her back then I nibble the entire breast letting my hand guide it against my lips.

“Love your taste.”

“My nipples thank you.”

My hand explores lower as my mouth trails. Soon it discovers one hip and for a long moment, hold where the thigh had been. My wrist feels the wetness of her mound and soon my palm covers it, lightly massaging all beneath it.

“Oh-h yeah-h,” she drawls slowly, letting her hips rise slightly from the cushion and pressing her self more firmly against my hand. My hand moves back to the hip and rubs. “Love it … them gone.” I watch her face. “Does that shock you?”

I kiss her lips for a while without responding, hoping the kiss answers. I roll her onto her stomach and kiss the small of her back and over the firm rounded cheeks of her ass. My lips dive into the crevasse and canlı casino I lick the valley floor.

“Everywhere tastes good,” I tell her.

She wiggles her hips as my hand follows the smooth curve of her ass around the place where the thigh had been to the front of her pelvis. She moans wantonly as my hand retraces the path. I resist taking her from behind with her legless hips lovingly against my stomach.

“May I carry you to the bed?”

“I hope so.” She chuckles and sits. Her fingers push the other strap from the shoulder and the dress falls along her perfect body revealing all the secret treasures.

I cradle her in one arm and she rests against me, her face in the crook of my neck. I feel her wetness grow against my forearm as my hand cups a hip. For a long moment, we swirl as if doing a slow waltz. I feel her lips kiss my neck then my earlobe.

“Darling, I love the way you are making me feel,” she whispers in my ear, sending delicious waves though me.

I love her near weightless feel in my arms and consider holding her forever. I do not know if she belongs to anyone, or if she wishes to be. The thought lingers as I feel her breasts rub against my chest. Visions of carrying her in public flood my mind.

“It feels good to be held like this.”

Her brown eyes melt me. She leans forward enough to suck my mouth and fuck my lips with her tongue. I feel her mound grind against the bones of my wrist and she moans sweetly.

“I want to see your cock.”

“And I want to taste your pussy.”

I lay her gently on her back and watch her as I undress while standing by the bed. The mushroom head is large as my erection appears. I sit and cup her hips. Her mound is unhidden by thighs. Its aroma begs. I lean down and suck. The fragrant wetness coats my lips, my tongue, and enters my throat.

“You like?” she quizzes, as I lap through the folds of skin.

I do not answer as she moves the legless hips, rubbing the mound over my mouth. I suck more, listening to her sounds of pleasure. My eyes explore her body as I suckle. She rolls the breasts that remind me of chocolate kisses and finger the darker brown nipples.

“Delicious,” I tell her pussy, my mouth covering as much as I can, my tongue continuing to savor the flavor. I find her clitoris and her sounds change, becoming deeper, more intense, as I lick and circle it with my tongue. I flick and bat, making it grow larger, becomes more exposed, as the hood gives it up.

Oh god-d,” she roars, her hands holding my head in place, grinding forcefully as the hips hover over the bed. “Oh-h my-y … yes, yes.” She grinds, keeping the pressure in the right place. “Oh-h.” I sense she is vocal, something that turns me on. “Oh-h,” kaçak casino she repeats through the climax and then gradually begins to relax away from my face.

“Honey.” She grins. “Let me see yours.” She giggles.

I sit and watch her abbreviated body move until her face rests on my thigh. Long fingers toy with my shaft moving the head over her cheek then her lips. It jerks and spasms then calms down. She pecks at the piss hole then licks the smooth stretched skin across the head.

“Perfect,” she coos.

A hand cups my ball sack and rolls my balls like marbles. The head vanishes and I feel the tongue wash it, lick it, and then the mouth lets it go.

“Yum-m,” she drawls, as she inspects the moisture she leaves on the head. “Nice size.” Her fingers encircle the shaft and make a tentative travel along the warm skin. The balls still rest in a hand, enjoying the attention. The head disappears again and I watch her head bob with seeming pleasure. I am thankful I have stamina. She continues. Her hand moves from my balls and a finger strolls around my asshole. Just the tip explores. I don’t complain.

“Baby, you’re a playground.”

I lie down again and let my face find where I left off. A finger goes deep inside and presses forward against the channel. I hear a roar around my cock and I rub, press, and play with her g-spot. She comes intensely, then again, and again. I play. She comes. I feel her teeth drag across my shaft. She comes again. I don’t let her stop.

“Give a girl a break,” she says.

Her tone is teasing and playful. I let the spot go and pat her mound before kissing the fading scars over her hip while tracing the other hip with my fingers.

“Someone did a nice job.”

“She loves amputations, her specialty.”

I crawl beside Darla so I can see her face. She’s short; her mound barely reaches to my shaft. I suck her lower lip lightly and feel her breath. Her hand holds me for a while then guides me inside. I let her slip lower so I am fully inside, and enjoy the sensation of not having thighs against mine.

“Is it as good as you expected?”

“Better.”

“You are the first, since the surgery. I’m enjoying you.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure. Lovers shouldn’t have secrets.”

“How did you lose your legs?”

Darla rocks her legless hips massing my cock in ways not massaged before. She sucks my mouth letting her tongue play with my lips. Time passes with great pleasure. Her nipples play with mine. I don’t want the experience to end.

“Some women go to her so they can find a husband afterwards. Others go because this is what they want for themselves.”

“Really? Which for you?”

“The latter.”

“Would you want to be married?”

“If it was you.”

Our tongues fuck the other’s mouth for a while as I let my fluids fill her. They drain over us both and we continue to kiss. I want her even more knowing why she has no legs.

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