Back Room Pleasure (Gizelle Hennessy)

[Gianni Shamari]

It was a crisp, sun-drenched Saturday afternoon in Manhattan, a day ripe with the promise of adventure. Billionaire playboy “Nature Boy” Maré strolled down Mercer Street, the vibrant sounds of the bustling city enveloping him. As he neared a charming shop named Gizelle’s, a sight caught his attention—lively Christmas displays twinkling softly in the window, casting a warm glow against the vibrant backdrop of the street.

His curiosity piqued, he stepped into the store's warm, inviting oasis, the familiar scent of fresh fabric mingling with a hint of cinnamon. Maré’s eyes roamed over the array of colorful skirts, sultry halter tops, and alluring lingerie, each piece elegantly displayed on soft surfaces. The ambiance was inviting and surprisingly intimate—a sanctuary from the bustling streets outside.

Behind the counter, a stunning woman with cascading waves of chestnut hair was engrossed in a copy of GoodFella$, the magazine Maré had founded in 2005. She wore a form-fitting red designer sweater highlighting her figure, and her bright smile was warm and infectious.

Noticing Maré’s presence, she looked up, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest. “May I assist you, sir?” Her voice was a melodic blend of warmth and allure, with an exotic accent that turned the simple phrase into an invitation to a secret world.

Maré returned her smile, his confidence bubbling. “I’m looking for something special—lingerie for a holiday gift.” The words rolled off his tongue casually, but a hint of excitement danced in his eyes.

“Of course!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up enthusiastically. “I have just the thing for you. Please, follow me!” She gestured gracefully toward a section at the back of the shop, her movements fluid and captivating.

“Cool,” Maré replied.

His heart beat slightly faster as he followed her deeper into the enchanting space. The thrill of discovery mingled with the moment's warmth, wrapping him in the shop's allure and the intriguing woman guiding him through it. Maré could not keep my eyes off her bouncing booty; a knowing smile on her face suggested that she was aware of his furtive glances.

“I saw you.” She murmured.

“What?” Maré smiled.

“You know what,” she said, her voice playful, as a radiant smile danced across her lips. “This Cancun-blue push-up bra and matching cheeky hipkini just arrived. What do you think?” She ran her fingers along the soft fabric, letting it catch the light.

Maré leaned in, taking in the vibrant colors. “Yes, I do! It’s gorgeous!” He couldn't help but admire her confidence. “What’s your name? I love your accent! You are stunning!”

“Thanks! I’m Gizelle,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Proudly Brazilian!”

“Oh, that makes sense! I thought I detected a bit of that sultry Spanish flair,” Maré said, his voice warm and engaging. “I’m Maré, the king of New York. You might know me as the Nature Boy!”

He struck a playful pose, mimicking a flamboyant celebrity.

“Wait, Maré? The founder of GoodFellas magazine?” Gizelle’s eyes widened in appreciation. “Oh my God, I love your work! It’s brilliant!”

“Thanks! That means a lot,” Maré grinned, his charm evident. “But just remember, it’s me shopping at your store, not Shemar Moore. He’s just my light-skinned doppelganger,” he joked, flashing a wink.

Gizelle tilted her head, giggling. “So, what are your ambitions, baby girl?” Maré asked, genuinely curious.

“To be the sexiest doll and let everyone know it!” Gizelle said with a playful giggle, her confidence radiating.

Maré let out a hearty laugh, appreciating her boldness. “And what about your turn-ons?” he pushed a little, wanting to know more.

“My turn-ons?” Gizelle leaned closer, lowering her voice slightly, conspiratorial. “Handsome Black men with a New York accent. You fit the bill perfectly.”

“I like that,” Maré replied, a playful smirk across his face.

They strolled back to the counter, and Gizelle rang up the items, the soft sound of the register mingling with playful banter. As she handed Maré his change, they accidentally brushed lips, sending an unexpected spark between them. Maré pulled back, his brow furrowed in surprise.

“Don’t be shy, Nature Boy,” she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I know you want me!”

With a playful flick of her hair, she hung an “Out for Lunch” sign on the door, her laughter echoing through the store. Maré, with curiosity, followed her into a cozy little room at the back. The air was tinted with fragrant candles, and the walls were lined with mirrors that reflected their bright smiles.

“It looks like a perfect corner for some confidential conversations,” he observed, glancing around at the intimate setting.

“Yeah, just name it the occult room,” Gizelle said with a wink, plopping down on the long black desk and crossing her legs. “See? It’s not often crowded, so I can give my attention to a handsome customer like you.”

The atmosphere sizzled with unspoken possibilities, the laughter lingering as their connection deepened.

“Oh, is it like that?” Maré grinning broadly. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“I know,” Gizelle said, puckering her lips, “and lucky for you, I haven’t been fucked for ages. Do you want to fill me up, Maré?”

“Hell yeah, baby girl!” Maré responded excitedly.

Gizelle leaned in, and they kissed. Their tongues intertwined rhythmically as if they were dancing in harmony. Maré liked how Gizelle bit and sucked on his bottom lip. Therefore, Maré licked and sucked hard on her neck. Gizelle let out a soft moan and tried gripping the bulge in his jeans.

“You have a big dick!” Gizelle murmured. “My pussy is dripping already. I can’t wait to feel your cock penetrating inside my pussy!”

Gizelle pulled away and lifted her sweater. She had no bra on, and her green eyes were ablaze with fiery lust. Gizelle pulled down Maré’s pants, engulfed his erect cock, and soaked it with her warm mouth. Then she deep-throated Maré that had him soared up to the ceiling. The sight of her head bobbing up and down on his dick was epic.

“I want this dick so bad,” Gizelle said in a sultry voice.

“I’m ready to take you to ecstasy.” Maré winked.

Gizelle sat on the edge of the desk and rubbed her bald pussy. Maré was aroused instantly and kicked off his Nike ACG boots and pants.

“Stick that monster in my cunt, chulo!” Gizelle told him. “I want that big dick of yours right now.”

Maré eased his dick in slowly. Gizelle’s pussy was wet and welcoming. She opened her mouth and gasped as Maré’s dick glided into her pussy. Gizelle lay on the desk and wrapped her toned legs around Maré’s waist. His hands squeezed her firm breasts as he began pounding her pussy harder.

“Yes, fuck me with that big dick!” Gizelle yelled. “Show me no mercy!”

“Yeah, you love this dick! Take it!” Maré groaned.

Maré shoved his dick into her love canal. Gizelle’s pussy continually oozed love juices, and she screamed in delirium. Her yelps turned into soft whimpers. She enjoyed the pleasure of Maré’s cock. Gizelle’s eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she panted, undergoing a shaking climax.

“That was so good!” Gizelle acknowledged. “Now, I want you to go down on me!”

“I love that nasty shit, baby girl!” Maré beamed.

He knelt, holding her thighs apart. Inhaling the aromatic wafts oozing from a recently used pussy, Maré darted his tongue out and teased her moist pink flesh. Gizelle grabbed Maré’s head and pushed it against her juicy crotch. The trembling feel of her body turned Maré on. He sucked her clit and fingered her pussy. Gizelle’s moans turned into dirty words. Her quivering voice provoked Maré to keep up the good work and continue eating her sweet and tart peach.

“Yes, suck me! Ah … lick my cunt … mmm…” Gizelle chanted. “Don’t stop; mmm … don’t stop, huh … huh…”

“I won’t stop until you let me drink your honey,” Maré replied.

He nibbled, fingered, and licked her clit. She writhed with pleasure and squealed in delight. Her sexual juices coated Maré’s fingers as he stuck them into her lubed cunt. Poking her G-spot, Maré closed his mouth on her throbbing morsel. Gizelle strained her torso and climaxed into Maré’s mouth. Some pussy juice trickled down her ass cheeks and spilled on the table.

“Oh my God … huh … you ate me … huh … so good…”

“Get down on all fours and stick that fat ass in the air!” Maré told her.

Even after losing her energy, Gizelle gave in to Maré’s command. He spanked her and shoved his dick into her asshole. Gizelle groaned as Maré pounded her ass like a specialist. He seized her long hair and fucked her ass harder and faster. With each thrust, Gizelle pushed her ass to take him in. She was as wild as a cat! Maré’s dick was already wet with her pussy juices, and he felt like unloading his golden jizz into her rectum. Then Maré pumped deeper into her love tunnel and saw his cum oozing out of her pussy.

“Wow, that was amazing!” Maré said, pulling out. “I love Brazilian women!”

“You know how to fuck!” Gizelle sighed. “I lost count of how many times I came. I’m glad I was able to keep up with you.”

Minutes later, they got dressed and left the room. Gizelle returned the Open Sign on the door and handed Maré my bags.

Maré said, “Can I have your number? I want to take you somewhere nice before the year ends.”

“Sure.” Gizelle smiled as she told him her number. “I might want you to come back later this evening so we can go out to eat. I don’t think I’m going to take a lunch break.”

Maré asked, “What is your favorite food?”

Gizelle licked her lips, “I love Italian.”

“Me too, baby, I’ll see you later.”

As Maré was leaving, several women walked inside the store. Gizelle waved goodbye to Maré, and he blew her a kiss. Maré felt like a Hollywood star in an erotic holiday movie, telling himself inwardly, A new pleasurefest is going to ensue!

Copyright © 2011 by Gianni Shamari.