My moans grow louder, exploding into a scream of pure contentment, satisfaction, endless enjoyment as I had never experienced before. What a fuck, what a fuck yessss!!
He holds me close as I cum, embracing me. Nobody had ever looked at me before the way he did now, as though he really wanted me to be with him. His arms felt safe, like home. It’s like that feeling of being really wanted and loved for the very first time. He holds me close and kisses me, but I don't give him a second.
Winking at him I snicker, “Guess what, it’s payback time!” I turn around and bend over kissing his thighs, grazing the inner area. “Ohh baby” he moans, holding me by the head. I moisten him well, licking his balls, the tip of his penis, suckling, bathing him in saliva as he lies down on the couch. I take my black heels and place them in his hands.
I used to work hard when I was younger. Now I am in my late 40s, a bit mature but still, a cool, rich, handsome man as the ladies say. Nowadays I work in the UK, as an Acquisition Manager, but I had to do a quite hard career in the past. I started accounting in the Netherlands and I came here, travelling from Dubai, to Singapore, to Chicago, too, and so on.My lovely wife has spent our married life the easy way, choosing to be a homemaker, here in the UK. She is still beautiful, always well-dressed, always perfect. I call her my blonde, blue-eyed Barbie. Thanks to my money, she buys herself all the jewels, bags, dresses, shoes, she wants. While I am away, she might have had her share of affairs as well because her phone is constantly ringing. I once accidentally found her sexting not one but three men through Tinder!! Wives…After a p
As I feel her ambered skin under my hand I want to take her then and there. Her cheeks become red, she smiles shyly, flinching and clears her throat after I apologize, saying “no problem, That’s ok”. Her voice was profound although a bit hoarse with desire. I badly wanted to hear her screaming in bed as I pounded her but perhaps I must stop fantasizing and have control over myself. I was her boss after all and wouldn’t want her to view me as some kind of pervert.When we arrived at the Viceroy hotel in downtown Chicago, I could see Greg flirting with her saying how thrilled he was because their rooms are close together, maybe in the evening he could drop by to have a chat. She smiles politely in return saying nothing. That's how she was..kind... Did she smile out of politeness when I touched her?? My ego was crushed and confused. We each go to our rooms to rest before the evening ba
Today we have an important presentation with our numero uno clients. I am sure all the guys must have woken up hungover. I hoped they had drunk enough water the night before so as not to get a headache. But I honestly don’t care about them as long as they perform and don’t mess up the presentation. My mind wanders to Ellie, I hope she is alright, should I drop by her room and check on her?As soon as I leave my room, I find a basket of flowers with "SORRY'' written on it, signed by Ellie. I'm sure she must have realised what happened last night. I meet her in the lounge and see that she is mortified to see me. I approach her and enquire to see if she’s feeling better and put her mind at ease explaining that she had nothing to worry about. It was a fun night. Besides those flowers were lovely and her apology had been accepted.But
I arrive early the next morning in the office to see Greg, Richard and Luke chatting over coffee. We exchange pleasantries and discuss some business details. I have a series of important meetings today and can’t afford to be distracted. Aas I'm preparing in my private office for the talk I'll have in two hours, Ellie walks past me in a dizzyingly short black skirt. She has to be punished for solely wearing them. If she bends even the slightest without arching her back everyone shall be able to see everything. Thank God she has chosen to wear a full-sleeved buttoned-up baby pink shirt and black stilettos.My cock starts to grow slowly from within my pants again. But I don't have time to satisfy its thirst now, so I have to focus on this meeting. With iron resolve, I start rehearsing the talk when she walks into my office to make sure that everything is in order. She looks me straig
She takes my hand and starts kissing my fingers, one by one. Slowly, she takes my middle finger and sucks it completely holding my gaze. I tell her to stop, grab her by the arms, she throws her head back, soft at my touch and I plant a kiss on her neck sighing, inhaling her perfume. At that moment we hear voices in the room next door. Incidentally, the damn Director was still having a business meeting with four other subordinates. I signal her to be quiet. We have to hide. They will fire us instantly if they catch us being promiscuous in the workplace. It was well known that the Director has been cheated on by his wife precisely because of a workplace snag, which is why he fires anyone caught flirting at work.We have to stay hidden in the printer room and hope not to be seen. We lock ourselves in a little corner behind the copy machine. Ellie is in front of me now, she boldly turns aro
Spotting everybody leaving finally, I grab her inside the coffee room to make sure she’s alright.“I saw what happened, I'm really sorry Ellie!” I reply gently, rubbing her back to comfort her.“Don’t be, he will not dare to mess with me again!” she responds, surprising me. I always thought she was a nervous little shy girl but watching this side of her was equally attractive.“Now let’s finish what we started” she brazenly grabs my member, stroking it like a bad girl.“But...Ellie, we might get into trouble again!” I weakly protest, unable to keep resisting what was being laid out for me.“Hmmmm I’m still so thirsty, please Sir?&rdquo
I am an American student of art history. The Renaissance is the era that fascinates me the most. I don't think I can think of anything more magical, more perfect. My name is Isabella. People address me as “The Mediterranean princess” because of my descent. I have long, curly black hair and dark eyes. People do often tend to get intimidated because I'm tall and thin, and have rather generous breasts inherited from my grandmother's genes who was also a buxom Italian woman. At the moment, I am single because I have my reasons. I don't wish to spend much time thinking about boys. Career is my point of focus right now. I'm all about studying history, what the past has to teach and tell. Reconstructing the extraordinary lives of extraordinary artists. I don't like normal things. Just as I don't like adapting, bending to a bad situation. That might be because I was raised to develop my own sense o
I could see him lingering on the subject but he was still not sure of himself... what was going through his mind?“My cleaner is a very experienced lady, you on the other hand are only 25 years old and I don't think you will have much practice ironing shirts. Besides, it would probably take up your entire afternoons, taking hours away from studies. I saw the way you were looking at me which made me think of an alternate proposition” he smirked but not in a demeaning way. It was raunchy and seemed titillating or maybe it was only my imagination but I blushed when he mentioned how shamelessly I was staring at his body.“We could find a very comfortable compromise for you. It's not a maid I'm looking for, it's something more, something to amuse and entertain me.” he continuedI was