Slimy and Wet

Just outside of Mr. Hill’s luxurious penthouse, Mr. Hill and Lizzie stood staring at each other and saying nothing but smiling at each other. In gratitude Lizzie surprised Mr. Hill and held up her pair of dirty panties and Mr. Hill blushed heavily. She held the panties up to Mr. Hill’s nose. "It's not that bad" she said.

"Can I smell it again?" Mr. Hill asked. "I want to." Mr. Hill added as he reached out and grabbed her, pulled her to him and pressed his face into the wet fabric. 

He smelled it again and took in a breath of her scent. "I want to lick your panty crotch. I'd love to smell this dirty stink on your dirty panties and watch your ass wiggle as you try to wrestle free." He mumbled in her ear.

Mr. Hill felt his own cock getting hard. He took her by the hand, led her into his mansion, carried her through the stairs and threw her on the bed. He pulled her panties aside and started tonguing her pussy. His fingers were busy on his own shaft as he ate her out. 

“Mr. Hill I’m gonna cum all over you!” She cried out. She was cumming, moaning and squirting juices all over his face and chest. He stood up and pushed his pants and boxers down to show her his raging hard cock. She looked and immediately starts licking and sucking him.

She liked it. The sight of her sucking his thick rod made him mad with desire. She pulls his boxers down around his thighs and squeezes his balls. He came up and straddled her face, fucking her in the mouth. She was struggling to breath but he kept going, he could feel his dick thrust down her throat. He then explodes and his cum was all over her puffy face and lips, dripping down her neck and rolling down her succulent breasts.

Their sexual passion was shattered by the persistent ring of Mr. Hill’s office phone. Annoyance creased on Mr. Hills brows as he reluctantly disengaged from Lizzie, “Clean yourself up,” he said before leaving to answer the call. "This better be important," he grumbled, gripping the receiver.

On the other end of the line, a frantic voice echoed through the speaker. It was his trusted advisor, Johnathan. "Mr. Hill, there's an emergency board meeting scheduled. It's about the hostile takeover bid for our flagship company."

Mr. Hill's expression shifted from irritation to concern. "What's going on, Johnathan? I thought we had everything under control."

"It's a sudden move from a rival conglomerate; OmniCorp. They've acquired a substantial stake, and they're pushing for an immediate vote to take control. The board needs your decision on the counterproposal," Johnathan explained urgently.

The gravity of the situation sank in, and Mr. Hill's mind shifted into business mode. "Get everyone on the line. I'll join the meeting remotely. We can't let them take over our company."

After the call, Lizzie was concerned, “What’s going on?” She asked Mr. Hill.

Immediately, he dismissed her by saying, “You won’t understand, just take off your clothes and stand in front of me while I’m on my meeting. It’ll help me think better.”

Confused but constrained to obey him, Lizzie said, “okay…” as she stood there in front of him stark naked, he demanded that she touch herself. “Start from your nipples, squeeze them hard and then play with them for me.” She did as he said then the meeting started, the board members had connected through a virtual interface and awaited his guidance.

Jonathan, the ever composed advisor, presented the counterproposal meticulously. "We've strategized an acquisition plan that would outmaneuver the rival conglomerate. It involves securing additional key partnerships and leveraging our international alliances."

“Touch your clits, rub them in circles for me.” Mr. Hill said almost inaudibly to Lizzie. Then he turned back to his meeting and said, “What are the risks, Jonathan? I need a thorough analysis before I make a decision."

Jonathan nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "There's a financial strain involved, but it's manageable with our current reserves. The long-term benefits outweigh the short-term challenges. Plus, it sends a strong message to our competitors about our resilience."

“Finger yourself slowly and moan softly.” He ordered her again in whispers. Then he leaned back in his chair, absorbing the information Jonathan laid out to him, "Proceed with the counterproposal. I want a detailed report on the potential fallout and risk mitigation strategies. We can't afford any missteps."

Lizzie pleasured herself to the point that she couldn’t control her moan anymore, she let out a strong moan that made everyone in Mr. Hill’s meeting notice something was going on. It was in that exact moment Lizzie knew she had fucked up as she immediately covered her mouth with her hands.

“Umm… Mr. Hill are you busy?” Jonathan asked.

“Not at all, let’s proceed shall we?” As the meeting progressed, Mr. Hill's strategic acumen shone through. The collaborative efforts of his team managed to thwart the hostile takeover bid. The meeting ended with everyone on board praising Mr. Hill. He bided all of them good night and turned to face Lizzie. 

“Next time, when I tell you to touch yourself try not to moan so loudly.” His sudden change of tone instilled a little fear in Lizzie but she was undeterred. 

The next morning Lizzie prepared a stylish breakfast for Mr. Hill and served to him in bed. “How thoughtful of you Lizzie.” Mr. Hill thankfully said.

“I read some of your interviews were you mentioned how you liked your breakfast.” Lizzie said with a smile.

“What interview was that?” He asked.

“The interview with NewTimes daily.” Lizzie cleared her throat and then asked, “When were you going to tell me you had a daughter?”

While he ate, he responded, “That’s none of your business.”

Stunned by his response, Lizzie swallowed her thoughts. “She’s pretty by the way.”

“It’s evident.” He responded. 

“I’d like to know more about you. We should go out for dinner tonight.” Lizzie suggested.

“Lizzie, I’m trying to enjoy my breakfast, you’re talking too much.” He coldly said.

“Ouch,” she mumbled. “Okay, I guess I’ll just go to the kitchen and see what I can do.”

“Yeah you should.” 

Mr. Hill’s response wounded Lizzie deeply but she had to conceal it, afterall, he did buy her for 25 million dollars.