MEREDITH: I lacked experience when it came to sex and having a healthy sex life. With my ex, it was mostly vanilla experiences—when he wasn't busy cheating, that is. Thanks to Miles, I was gaining a new perspective. Perhaps that's why it's better to choose someone older. Despite my recent rambling, the sight before me was undeniably arousing. The whip marks on the slender blonde's skin and the brunette's assertive control captivated me. My body burned with desire, longing for release. Miles made sure I didn't touch myself but rather watched. He kept teasing me, alternating between sucking and blowing cold air into my ears, sending shivers down my spine. My skin prickled, and my nipples grew sensitive. I whimpered and straddled him, craving his touch like a desperate whore begging to be satisfied. The latex-clad mistress, her lips coated in bold red lipstick, switched on the vibrator and pressed it against the blonde's exposed clit. In the brightened room, every detail was vivid. The
MILES: I hadn't expected her to give in. It was easy and pleasurable. The way her body reacted, and her eyes lit up, showed that this was a subdued part of her that I had just brought to life. Impressive. Exposing just enough for me to enjoy and covering her up, I kept lowering her onto my pulsing dick. Meredith felt tight that I almost thought my dick would break. She was moaning in both pain and pleasure. Patiently and steadily, I was all in. I couldn't believe how she was always able to completely take the whole of me. She began to ride me, pulling back and forth. I slouched against the chair, allowing her to lead. She was covering my view and I only heard the moans of the trio in the room with us. I didn't care about them any longer. My whole attention was on my woman. Yes. MINE! Meredith moaned deliciously, and I was forced to start the vibrator. I raised my back while sitting, pressing her deeper to my dick until I felt what I presumed were the walls of her stomach. Haha. Jus
MEREDITH: I nearly protested when he started touching me. I wanted to tell him that I was tired and didn't mind pleasuring him orally. I couldn't handle another orgasm. That's what I thought. But he silenced me with his actions. I had never been touched or explored like this before. With precision. Patience. Speed. He let go of the vibrator, opting to use his own hands. A piece of toy wasn't satisfactory for what he wanted me to feel. His eyes remained on me as he quickly removed his suit pants and briefs, then shed his jacket and shirt, standing completely naked before me. I was painfully aroused even though I had just experienced the best orgasm of my life seconds ago. I ducked my head shyly, my cheeks flushing at the sight. I knew he could see my reaction because we were in the brightly illuminated part of the room. Partly embarrassed that I was enjoying every moment of this night instead of resisting. Questions crossed my mind, but I wouldn't initiate them until this was over. M
MILES: Meredith’s eyes had turned darker, the hunger there clearly evident. I ran my cock up and down her wetness, coating the tip with her cream. Her body trembled underneath me. My desire grew with anticipation and growing ecstasy. Grasping her hip with one hand, I wrapped my other hand around her thigh as I thrust slowly inside, filling her completely. But as soon as I was inside, I gasped, my eyes widening as darkness fell upon me. Damn! Withholding was the fastest way to enjoy desire. It was such a perfect moment. I began to thrust in and out, with Meredith wriggling in pleasure. I didn't put in my full length, as I wanted to be careful not to hurt her. Her voice was a melody to my ears, and her eyes radiated lust. “Miles,” she whispered. “Yes, baby?” Deeper and deeper I went until I was buried to the hilt, with Meredith shrieking. Mercilessly, I pounded her, and in no time, my pleasure built. “Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch those beautiful breasts of yours bounce,” I
MEREDITH: Miles had improved my mood significantly by changing my outfit into brown furry shorts and a beige t-shirt with brown flip-flops. I felt more comfortable, appreciating his attention to detail, much like his care after sex. Despite feeling a bit sticky from the aftermath, I knew I'd clean up later. When Miles whispered his suggestive words, I couldn't help but melt. However, I was still irritated by the server hitting on him. Call me petty, but I couldn't shake off my territorial instincts. Placing his card back into his pocket, I watched as he grabbed the rest of our order. “Here's something for you, Olive,” he said, tipping the girl a generous amount. I had no issue with Miles' generosity. The girl blushed and accepted the money. “See you around, Olive,” I said with a smile, playfully grabbing Miles's behind as we left. As most of the guards started enjoying their coffees, they gave us a small bow when they saw us. “You don't only take care of me, but my men too. How lu
MILES: “Hey. Hey. I am here with you. I am here,” I repeated as she continued to wail. There was something she wasn't telling, and I could see that she wasn't ready to. That was okay. For as long as she needs to grow to trust me, I will be patient. “I am sorry. I probably look like an idiot for doing this.” “Shhh. You can cry all you want. You will still look lovely to me. After all, your makeup has been worn off for a long time.” I ran my hand up and down her shoulders, trying to comfort her. Her cries began to die down, making me feel better. This was what they call a breakdown. My baby was battling with it a lot, and she couldn't even trust me enough to express herself. She cleaned her eyes with the back of her palm, hiccupping. “Christian is, or safe to say, was my brother.” “Was?” “Yes. I can't find him. He left home to pitch an idea to someone, as he didn't want to ruin the surprise by telling me. He never came home." “Were the police involved?” “Yes. I had to involve a p
MEREDITH: Talk about a man who plans a vacation in the middle of the road after a night of intimacy, and the name Miles Pierce shows up. I couldn't even argue with him when he announced that we were going away on a vacation. Even though I nagged him about not giving me prior notice and discussing things with me, the man simply told me to sit still and enjoy my princess treatment. I took his advice anyway. We packed up and flew off in his private plane, with him tucking me in after my episode of flight fear. I slept throughout the flight. Miles didn't tell me where we were headed, and we didn't go through the rigorous airport inspection process. Damn! There were perks to wealth and power, and having everything at your disposal was at the top of that list. Here we are, four days later, in one of his luxurious, comfy apartments in Switzerland. I haven't been able to explore much since we spent time in every corner of the house. I wanted Miles to properly rest too. I remember us mentio
MILES: Emerging from the bathroom to meet a whole different Meredith made my hand itch to touch her and my dick pulse to have her all over again. That dress, the color, and her light makeup were radiating. She had woken me up with butterfly kisses all over my face, reminding me just how much she loved me. The gown gave her a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and her complexion simmered. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on the sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she smiled at me. It was mesmerizing to see her flowing, moon-shadow-black hair cascade down her shoulder. Her enticing, constellation-hazel eyes gazed at me over her puffy, heart-shaped lips. Her lips tasted strawberry-sweet when I kissed her. All that mattered was making today memorable for her, I thought to myself. I zoned off after getting dressed, unable to resist the chance to appreciate how far she had come with her w