The Ultimate Betrayal: Part 2

“Hi.” I gave him a sexy smile as I side-stepped him and walked into the foyer. I made sure my ass was turned towards him long enough for him to get a good look. Then I turned back around.

“Thanks for letting me come over.”

“No problem. Are you okay?” He asked looking me over. I could tell by the look on his face that my ‘fuck me up against the wall’ dress had gotten his full attention. Operation Payback was now in full effect.

“Yea I’m okay now. I guess being alone in that huge house had me hearing things. The security guard said that everything checked out fine,” I lied. As I watched him, I begun to question why I’d chosen his best friend in the first place. Vincent was definitely hotter; from his coal black curly hair to his 6’2 athletic build to his lickable sun-kissed skin. And then there was the huge bulge in his pants. If it was any indication of what I’d been missing out on, then I was glad that life circumstances had brought me here. I licked my lips as I eyed it, not trying to conceal my admiration.

He cleared his throat calling my attention back to his alluring brown eyes. “I tried to call Brae,” he said. “I got the voicemail too. He’s probably in an area with bad service or something.”

“Yea that must be it,” I said in a sarcastic tone as I placed my hand on my hip. Vincent and Braelyn were super close, so my guess was that Vincent knew exactly where he was and why he wasn’t answering his phone.

“So, you want to just chill in the guest room until he calls back?” he asked. I noticed that he hadn’t commented  on my snide remark. Even more proof that I’d been playing the fool while everyone else had sat back and watched the show. I felt the anger began to rise within me again. But I quickly silenced it. Control was key.

“So how long have you known about it?” I asked with a humorless smirk on my face.

“Known about what Amanda?” He sounded nervous. He even started fidgeting with the gold Rolex around his wrist. I stared at him for a few moments longer, until he diverted his eyes away from me.

“Sure the guest room is fine,” I replied ignoring his question. I turned and began to walk towards the living room. “Mind if I take off my shoes?” I stopped when I made it to the sofa, and bent over slowly to remove my heels. I could feel my dress rising up until it exposed the bottom of my ass cheeks. By the time I’d gotten my last shoe unstrapped, Vincent had rounded the table and was now standing in front of me.

“What the hell are you doing Amanda?” he growled. He grabbed my arm and snatched me up to a standing position.

“I’m taking off my shoes,” I retorted feigning innocence.

“You know I’m not taking about your damn shoes.”

My heart began to race as the contact of his hand on my arm sent an electric jolt through my body. I looked into his eyes. I could see the confusion. The anger. But there was also pure lust there too. This could only go one of two ways. Either he would give in or he’d send me packing. I was determined to have things my way. To have him my way. I stood on my tip-toes and gently kissed him on his lips. For a moment he held his lips to mine, but then he broke away and released my arm.

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing. But Braelyn is my friend. And my business partner. Do you know what kind of hell would break lose if he found out about this?”

I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress. Then I let it slide down to my feet. I was completely naked underneath. “My fiancé is somewhere screwing his latest conquest. And I think it’s about time that I have a little fun myself. Wouldn’t you agree?” I asked as I walked toward him. He grabbed my wrist when I reached down to touch his dick. It hurt a little, but that only turned me on more. I used my free hand to grab his. Then I pressed it to my left breast. With my hand placed over his, I began to massage myself until a moan escaped my throat. That’s when it happened.

He bent down and began to suck on my nipple. Yes! Yes! Yes!  I screamed on the inside as I threw my head back and reveled at the feel of his hot tongue on my body. After he’d devoured both my breasts, he picked me up and hosted me above his hips. I felt the muscles in his shoulders ripple under me as I wrapped my arms around his neck for support. He used his free hand to release his dick from his pants and guided it into my pussy. Then he slowly began to tongue kiss me. The feeling was intoxicating. I began to grind against his dick, enjoying the feeling of every inch of him as he pushed in and out of me. He squatted slightly while leaning me backwards and continued to smash his dick into me, crashing into my g-spot until I screamed out in sweet agony. My pussy walls clenched around him tightly, contracting and releasing in the aftermath of the orgasm.

“I heard you like to be fucked in the water,” he whispered in labored breaths in my ear after a few moment of silence.

“He told you?!” I asked leaning back to look him in his eyes.

“He’s told me a lot of things, but he’s never told me how perfect you were naked. I just couldn’t resist you” he said grabbing a fist-full of my hair and leaning me back until he had full access to my lips. He kissed me deeply using his tongue to tickle and toy with the insides of my mouth. “Now go wait for me by the pool.”

 

When Vincent finally came out, I was sitting on the side of the pool wading my feet in the water. I looked up to see him carrying a food tray. His dick was swinging freely, as his muscular body moved towards me under the dim light. My body began to react immediately.

He sat the tray down in front of me and then join me in sitting by the pool. The tray contained and array of fruits, chesses, two glass of wine, and a tube with what looked like a clear gel inside it. My interest piqued immediately. I reached out to grab it, but he caught my hand.

“I heard you tried anal too but never really found a niche for it,” he said giving me a sexy grin. I felt the blood rush to my face in embarrassment. How much shit about our bedroom life had Braelyn let leak out? I tried to think of a witty comeback, but came up empty.

“No need to be embarrassed. He was just doing it wrong. You see, he’s always been the anxious type. But me, I like to take my time.” He held up the tube for me to inspect. “This is a numbing cream. It’s said to make the experience much more pleasurable. You want to try it?”

“Does it work?” I asked a little hesitant.

“Get on your knees and we will see,” he challenged. I rolled over, and then tutted my ass up towards him. The next thing I felt was his finger rubbing a cool gel on the outside of my anus. Then he began to push it inside of me; His finger going in and out of my ass in slowly steady movements. At first it felt very uncomfortable, but after a couple of strokes it began to feel kind of good. I felt my pussy getting wet even though he wasn’t probing me there.

After a few moments, he flipped me over and pulled me onto his lap.

“Now what?” I asked kind of disappointed that he’d stopped.

“Now I feed you until the cream does its job.” He lifted a strawberry up to my lips and I took a bite. Then I kissed him, pushing a piece of it into his mouth.

“Damn I think I’m liking this a little too much,” he whispered as he leaned back to look me in my eyes.

I smiled back at him and then slid down into the water. I had been wanting to taste him since I’d seen his big juicy dick bouncing towards me on his walk over from the house. I grabbed the wine glass and took a sip. Then I held it down low and dipped the length of his penis into it.

“What are you doing Amanda?” he asked me, his eyes bright with anticipation.

“Just try not to fall in love,” I replied as I dipped my head and licked the wine off the head of his dick.

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The Ultimate Betrayal

My eyes were glued to the computer screen as I watched their every move. Maybe there had been some kind of mix up. Maybe the private investigator had fucked around and surveilled the wrong person. After all, I could only see the back of the man’s head. He was leaning in close, as if he was whispering in her ear. His hand placed between her thighs. The camera zoomed in closer as his hand began to move. Then the focus switched to her face. Her eyes were closed; and although there was no audio, it was clear that she was moaning.

How many times had he evoked those same facial expressions out of me? How many times had he played in my pussy in that very booth? I felt the tears burn my eyes. I swatted them away, and refocused in on the video. I wanted to see his face. I needed to see his face. It was the only thing that would make my heart accept the truth. He stood up from the booth. Our booth, and then grabbed her hand. I knew where they were headed. He’d taken me there before. If I closed my eyes, I could still see the writing on the wall of the stall he’d fucked me in our very first time. And then so many times afterwards.

When they made it to restroom door of Club Liaison, he finally turned around and looked right into the camera. My heart stopped beating as Joe zoomed in on his face. Joe continued to follow him and his unnamed whore until they disappeared behind the door of our stall.

“Son of a bitch!” I yelled as I smashed the laptop down onto the kitchen island snapping it in half. I felt the blood rush to my head right before little stars began to dance in front of my eyes. I reached out and grabbed the counter, holding onto it for support. Then I began to inhale deep breaths just like my doctor had recommended. After several moments, the stars began to dissipate.

“Amanda? Amanda are you okay?” I heard Joe’s voice drift through the speaker of my iPhone. He’d been completely silent for the last ten minutes as I’d watched live footage of my husband-to-be deal me the ultimate betrayal. I reached down and picked the phone up off the counter.

“No. I’m not okay. But I will be,” I said before disconnecting the line.

I’d given him two fucking years of my life. Two fucking years! I snatched open the refrigerator door and grabbed an unopened wine bottle. I popped the cork, and turned it up in one fluid movement. After several long gulps, I began to scroll down my contact list. I needed to vent.

Then it hit me. I’d alienated my entire fucking family trying to be his wonder-woman. No one would give a damn that he was out cheating on me just days before we were set to exchange wedding vows. In fact, everyone else probably already suspected…or knew. I mean the signs had been there. But I’d been so in love, that I’d ignored every last one of them until two weeks ago. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. I’d given him complete control, and in the end he’d pissed on me without the courtesy of calling it rain.

I’d almost made it to the bottom of my contact list, before I came to the name that stopped me dead in my tracks. The answer was right there in front of me.

Vincent.

His best man.

His best friend.

I hit the call button, and waited.

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The Man Behind The Gray Sweats: The Sequel

I straightened my tie, using the one-way glass door of her office as a mirror. Then I knocked and waited. She was watching me. I could feel her. Just as much as I felt her last night. Damn! My dick began to harden as the images played themselves over in my mind.

When she finally opened the door, I felt another assault smash into my body. Trina was so damn fine it hurt. From her almond-shaped eyes, to her full sensual lips, to the gap between her legs that gave way to forty inch hips…she was the type of woman that made it hard for a man to concentrate. My first thought was to lock her office door and fuck her up against it. But I didn’t know if she’d be down with that. I mean sure, I’d fucked her outside in the hotel parking lot last night, but maybe that was just a fluke.

“How are you doing today?” she asked as she sat down.

“I’m good. How did you sleep last night?” I asked sitting opposite her and giving her a knowing grin. I saw the blood rush to her cheeks as she diverted her eyes toward the resume laying on her desk. A shy freak? Damn…could it get any better? I shifted in my seat to relieve some of the pressure off my dick.

“So I see you have three years of supervising experience?” She asked without looking back up at me. My eyes locked in on her lips. It was amazing…the things they had done to me the night before. I stood up and walked around to where she was sitting. When I made it to her, I pushed her chair back, sat at the edge of her desk, and then pulled her forward so that she was now positioned between my legs.

“I’m sure you’ve already looked over my resume. Judging by the way you found me last night, you’ve probably already checked out my job references as well. How about we skip the interview and do something a little more fun,” I said unzipping my pants, but not pulling my dick out.

“Brandon I’m at work, she whispered standing to her feet. She looked toward the door with a horrified expression on her face.

“You told me last night you wanted to quit anyway,” I said reaching up and unbuttoning her blouse until the top part of her breasts where exposed.

“I said I wanted to quit. Not get fired! Do you know what would happen to my career if I was caught fucking in the office?”

“You’re not going to get caught. If you’re that nervous, we can always just lock the door. We know that no one can see through the glass,” I said pulling her back to me.

She shook her head no again, and my spirit dropped a little. It was obvious that her level of freak was lagging behind mine by a couple of miles. I got up from the desk without saying a word, and returned to my seat.

 

Fifteen minutes later I walked out of Trina’s office feeling like shit. It was apparent that I’d secured the job, but it was also apparent that she was irritated by the fact that I’d come on so strong. Fuck it. I’d just have to forget about her. I was a sex addict. I needed a woman who could understand that. I need a woman who’d be willing and able to feed me the pussy around the clock. Anytime. Anywhere. It was obvious that Trina wouldn’t be that woman.

I walked down the hall and stood in front of the elevators. My dick was still throbbing despite the fact that I’d make a conscious decision to put Trina out of my mind. After waiting for several seconds, I noticed a single unit restroom at the far end of the hall. I needed some relief. Bad. As I started walking toward the restroom, a woman walked out. She gave me a smile, and I nodded. I noticed her eyes fall to my slacks, then she slowly looked back up at me. What is it with women and dick prints? I thought as I continued to watch her. She was pretty. I could tell by her body language that I could have her. That’s why she hadn’t moved.

“Hi,” I said when I got within arm reach of her. I could now smell her sweet perfume, It caused the muscle inside my pants to contract. Finally I broke eye contact and turned the knob on the door.

“Would you like some company,” she whispered in a seductive tone.

My mind said yes. Hell yes! But the words I heard come out were ‘No thanks. I’m involved with someone.’ She turned her nose up at me and stomped off. When I finally got into the restroom, I slapped the shit out of myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I had really just turned down bathroom sex over a chick that I barely even knew. What the hell had she done to me?! Instead of taking my dick out and jacking off as planned, I snatched opened the door prepared to explain to the pretty Burnette that I’d temporarily lost my fucking mind.

Instead, I came face to face with the sexist pair of almond-shaped eyes God had ever created. “Trina?!” I said half believing that I was hallucinating. Instead of answering, she pushed me into the restroom and locked the door. She unzipped my pants, dropped to her knees and started sucking the life out of my dick. Shock mingled with pleasure causing me to nut in her mouth. She stood up and kissed me. When I realized she’d swallowed my nut, my dick hardened all over again.

“So how would you like it this time?” she asked as she stroked my dick with her hand.

“Well yesterday I fucked your pussy. Today I think I’d like a double-serving of ass,” I said reaching my hand around to squeeze her between her ass cheeks. She turned around so that her ass was now facing me. I smiled…damn she was amazing. Instead of taking her from behind, I pulled her toward me until I sat down on the toilet seat. Then I lifted her dress up, and ripped her lace panties off her ass. I put them to my nose, inhaling her deeply before stuffing them into my pocket. A souvenir. I pulled her down on top of me with her face toward mine. I wanted to look her in her eyes. I took my dick and began to push it hard against her hole. She started to whimper and squirm but I held her in place. The sounds escaping her throat only serving as more of a stimulant for my dick, making it harder and longer. Finally her ass gave way, allowing me access. I guided her up and down, my hands gripping both of her ass cheeks until I exploded inside her.

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Bad Sex?:5 Reasons Your Partner Is Faking Orgasms

In this blog, I am pulling away from my beloved erotica fiction writing to address the elephant that may be casting a dark cloud over your bedroom: Your sex partner’s dissatisfaction with your sex game. Before you say it, yes I know he or she may also play a role in the reason why fireworks aren’t popping off every time you’re sexing. So I will also give advice on what you should do if you find that one or more of the things I list actually falls on your partner and not yourself. So, here are the top 5 reasons your sex partner maybe rolling their eyes in the dark and faking orgasms all at the same damn time!

1.You have failed to learn your partners likes and dislikes. One thing I’ve learned over the years is that what may have driven a previous lover crazy in the bedroom, can be the very thing causing problems with your new boo. Old Boo may have liked you to lick the head a lot while allowing your hand to do most of the work in a blowjob. But New Boo may only want you to deep throat his dick. Your job is to learn what your current lover likes. The best way to do this is to ask questions. Don’t be afraid to say “Hey do you like the way I’m doing this” or “What do you think I could have done better.” Then try your best to meet their needs. Otherwise, you may find your lover wondering into someone else’s bedroom.

a. If you know that you’ve learned your lover’s body, but he or she has failed to truly learn what you like; then it is your duty to yourself and him/her to speak up! You don’t have to be mean or harsh, but say “Hey I like it like this, or no I’m not feeling the way you’re doing that.” Whatever you do, don’t expect them to just figure it out. Remember their techniques may have worked for someone else, but your body is different and unique.

2.You have too much Pride or Ego: This is where you know something in the bedroom just isn’t lining up but your Ego won’t let you fix it. Many people love to feel like they have their shit together when it comes to sex. But the truth is it’s a whole lot of people who are just doing it wrong, because they are too prideful to learn how to do it Right! If she says she doesn’t like the way you eat her pussy, then GET OUT OF YOUR DAMN FEELINGS and learn how to eat it the way she likes it. I know it hurts to hear someone tell you that you are not good at sex or the way you deliver doesn’t do it for them. But at some point you have to women/man up, put your ego aside, and do what it takes to make your lover happy. Because if you don’t, trust me someone else will.

a.If your lover is the one who has a pride or ego problem, I suggest you approach them in a nice way and let them know that you’re unhappy with the sexual experience. If this doesn’t work, then hurt their damn feelings. Sometimes you have to throw a wrecking ball into the building, in order to rebuild a better one that stands on a stronger foundation. Whatever you do, don’t sell yourself short. You deserve a sex life that has you running home from work just to get a taste. If he or she loves you, they will do whatever it takes to make it right.

3.You are outright selfish. This is when you know what the person likes, but you just don’t give a damn. This is worse than a pride issue, because you have entered into a sexual relationship with someone and you have no intention on pleasing them. Just let me say this, what you won’t do the next person will. And not only will they do it, but they’ll love doing it. Don’t be surprised when your lover kicks your selfish ass to the curb!

a.If you are involved with a selfish lover I advise you to run! There is no reason why you should be giving sex to someone who doesn’t give a damn about your sexual needs. Go find you someone who likes you enough to make sure you achieve multiple orgasms every session, and leave that deadbeat alone.

4.You are lazy. I have talked to a lot of people, and one thing there seems to be a consensus on is that no one likes a lazy lay. If you are sucking his dick, you better suck it like it’s a Million Dollar Grand Prize at stake. If you partner has already hit it from the back, you better get on top and give him the ride of his life. If she just finished riding you, you came, but she’s still horny…you better jump back between her legs and eat it like it’s the last supper. The more effort you put in to please your partner, the more they will want to please you. Why? Because they are going to be putting in work to ensure that you don’t take that good loving and give it away to anyone else.

a.If your partner is lazy call them out on it. Hurt his/or her feelings if you have to. Sometimes it takes getting your feelings hurt to realize you are really fucking up and need to do better. Whatever you do, make sure you get satisfied because there’s nothing worse than getting someone else a nut and then having to go to sleep without getting one yourself.

5.You haven’t learned your own body and how to work with and around dysfunctions: this could include Premature Ejaculation, Penis Size or simply your stroke game. If you know you have a real problem like Premature Ejaculation, don’t ignore it. And don’t keep silent about it in hopes that she doesn’t notice it, because trust me SHE WILL! What you should do is discuss it openly with her without shame. Millions of men have this problem, and there is so much info on the internet about how to work with it. I will do a separate article going into to detail about this issue. For now just know that there are numbing creams to help you last longer, delayed gratification tactics that will help you learn how to control your nut, foreplay that fill in the gap while your body regenerates after you ejaculate, pulling out to keep from ejaculating too soon, and also a lot of toys (strap-ons, vibrators etc) that can help her get to where she needs to be despite your problem. If your problem is an average or small penis, then there are flicks and tutorials that can show you what positions will maximize her pleasure as well as toys that can give you those extra inches you might desire. If you have a big penis but don’t know how to use it, there are also tutorials for that. However, the best tutorial is asking questions and finding out what your woman likes. Don’t be the person who lose your lover all because of something that could have been fixed.

a.If your partner hasn’t learned his/her body, then it is your duty to help them. If they are suffering from a real dysfunction, then try not to criticize…especially if they are truly trying to work with it. Instead, use that energy to hit the internet and find solutions. It may seem easier to just jump ship and find someone who is already great in the sex department. But if you are married or in a serious relationship, this person probably possess qualities that are hard to come by outside of the fairytale books. Remember, sex can always be improved; but a good man or woman can’t always be replaced.

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The Print Inside His Gray Sweats

I calculated my bills in my head, and subtracted that from the amount of money I had in my savings. If I budgeted carefully, I could quit today as long as I found another job within two months. I thought it over in-between interviewing clients. By lunch time, I was convinced it was the right thing to do. I heard a commotion as I gathered a few of my things, and peeped my head out my office door to see what was going on. My boss’s daughter, Cruella Deville number two, was standing at the front desk arguing with an interviewee.

As I got closer, I could hear bits and pieces of their conversation. According to her, he wasn’t dressed appropriately. I looked him up and down from behind. As much as I hated her, she had a point. He was sporting a black tee, and some gray sweat pants. It was definitely out of place amongst all the suits and ties.

“Ma’am if I could have worn something more suitable, don’t you think I would have,” I heard him say. He sounded frustrated…and maybe a little sad.

I approached them and cleared my throat to get her attention. They both turned to look at me. My eyes locked with his. He was fine. On top of that his skin looked as though it had been covered in molasses. My eyes drifted down to his pants. Oh my! His dick print was enormous. My mouth watered immediately. I imagined myself dropping to my knees and taking it into my mouth. The thought only turned me on more.

“What seems to be the problem here Karen?” I asked.

He answered instead, his eyes glowing up with what looked like hope. “Hi my name is Brandon. I had a house fire last night. Lost everything. Now she’s telling me that I might loss an opportunity at this job because of my clothing.”

I looked back down at his print bulging against the gray sweats.

“Hi,” I said shaking the hand he extended. “I’m Trina, supervisor her at On Time Staffing. I hope you understand Ms. Karen’s need to uphold our image and professionalism here at the office. ” I turned and gave her a fake smile. “Karen can you reschedule him for an interview with me tomorrow. I’m sure he can scrounge up something a little more appropriate by then.”

She reluctantly agreed.

 

Later that night I pulled up at the hotel Brandon was staying in. I had googled the number he’d written down. It had turned out to be a landline at a small bed and breakfast named Lily’s Place. I’d tried to talk myself out of going. But then I thought of how his dick molded itself against those gray sweats, and I’d lost all resolve. I was walking toward the entrance trying to figure out what excuse I’d give for coming to find him when I saw him getting out of his car. I froze. It was then that I realized I’d lost my mind. There was nothing I could say that would make any sense. He’d probably end up just calling the police. I turned on my heels and hauled ass back to my car. By the time I opened the door, I heard him yell out my name. Damn! He’d seen me. I sucked in a long breathe and slowly turned around. By the time he made it to me, my nerves had turned my stomach into knots.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“Can I be honest with you?” I felt my temperature rising as my eyes once again landed on his dick print; the nervousness in my stomach now replaced by lust.

“Honesty is always the best policy,” he said flashing me a gorgeous smile. Then he licked his full chocolate lips.

I stepped closer and kissed him. The first kiss was over just as quick as it started. I half expected him to push me away. Instead, he grabbed me by my head and pulled me back into him. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, and I opened further giving him full access. Without breaking the kiss, I maneuvered my body so that I could push my hand into his sweats. I began to massage the head of his dick as I continued to tongue fuck his mouth.

He moaned into my mouth, then pushed me up against the car and wedged one leg in-between my thighs. Then he pulled my dress up until it was trapped under the cuff of my ass. To my surprise, he dropped to one knee and started licking my pussy through my lace panties. I moaned out loud. I couldn’t believe I was getting my pussy ate outside in a hotel parking lot by a complete stranger. I’d only dreamed of doing something like this, but never thought I’d actually have it happened to me.

A car engine started up startling me. I pushed his head away. My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it in my ears. He got up off his knee and then kissed me in my mouth.

“Are you afraid to finish what you started,” he whispered in my ear.

“No I just don’t want to get caught. People get arrested for things like this.” I replied scanning the parking lot. “Maybe we should take this inside. To your room.”

“We can go inside. But first I’m going to fuck you right here. Right now,” he said shooting me another handsome smile. Then he spun me around.

My pussy throbbed with excitement. I pushed the last bit of fear out of my head. I pulled my panties down to my mid-thigh, and tutted my ass outward so he could have better access. I felt him pull his dick out behind me. Then he smacked me on my ass with it a couple of times.

“I hope you like it rough,” he said before pushing his dick inside my pussy and shattering me to pieces.

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Stripping For My Doctor: Game On

The next day, I walked into the clinic’s waiting room determined to execute my plan. After checking in with the receptionist, I took a seat. Then I checked to make sure the knot was secured on my pea coat. I didn’t want it accidently falling open in a room full of strangers.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, a young woman sporting a pixie cut walked from behind a set of double doors. “Ms. Jackson? Lisa Jackson?” she called out scanning the room before looking back down at her clipboard. I stood and followed her. With each stride, I could feel the bud between my thighs tightening until the friction was almost unbearable. By the time we made it to Dr. Rice’s office, the seat of my panties was completely soaked. She tapped on the door, turned the knob, and then disappeared back down the hallway.

I walked in, closed the door behind me, and then locked it. At the sound of the click, Brian looked up from his paperwork. His hazel eyes landed on me. What the hell was it about this man that made me feel like an insecure little girl every time he looked at me? Yesterday he’d dominated me. Today would be different. I pushed my nerves as far away from me as I could, and stepped away from the door. Game on!

“I wasn’t expecting you until Friday Lisa. Is something wrong?” he asked. His demeanor was cool, but his eyes betrayed him. They were dark with lust. Oh yes, he knew exactly why I’d come. I didn’t answer him. Instead, I loosened the knot on my coat allowing it to fall in a pool around my feet.

“Lisa, I don’t think this is a good idea. Yesterday, I overstepped my boundaries. But you are my patient. This can’t go on.” He walked from behind the desk and picked up my coat. “You should leave,” he said as he stretched it out towards me.

I felt as if he’d just slapped me. Yesterday, he’d refused to let me leave his bedroom, but today he was putting me out of his office? The rejection caused the back of eyes to burn. I would not cry. I lifted my chin in defiance and removed my bra. He inhaled sharply, but didn’t move toward me.

His eyes darkened to something lethal. “You’re playing with fire Lisa.”

I ignored his warning and pulled my panties down. This time he took a step forward, causing me to take a step back. “Stop,” he ordered his eyes blazing. I did as I was told. He closed the distance between us, and cup both my breasts in his hands. He used his thumbs, rubbing them across my nipples until they harden and begged for more. I could feel my body start to tremble under his touch. “Do you like this?” he asked watching me. Studying me. I couldn’t find the strength to answer him. The feeling was so erotic that I was on the verge of an orgasm and he wasn’t even touching my pussy yet.

“Answer me!”

“Yes. I like it.” I said sucking in air.

“Damn,” he said. Then his mouth was on mine. The kiss was hard and punishing. He seemed angry. But why? I pushed the question out of my mind. It didn’t matter. He wanted me. I saw it in his eyes, and I could feel more evidence of it against my stomach. His dick was rock hard.

After several moments he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. When we made it to his desk, he sat me down on it. Then he pushed two fingers inside me as he rubbed his thumb against my clitoris. Pain and pleasure mixed, and I felt myself contract around him in a body numbing orgasm. Before I could recover, he was on his knees.

His lips were on my clitoris and then he was sucking my pussy softly. Electric currents shot through my entire body causing it to jerk involuntarily. I tried to run away from the sweet torture, but Brian wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me back to the edge of the desk locking me in place. The pleasure escalated until I found myself pushing forward against his tongue. I could feel the second orgasm coming. The sensation was so powerful, so utterly mind-blowing that I tried to push his head away for fear that I might lose my sanity. He grabbed both my hands and held me in place until my body convulsed around him. This time I heard a loud squeal escape my throat. And then his lips crashed down on mine muffling the sound.

“Take a deep breath, and don’t clench up,” he commanded as he prepared to enter me.

“Wait, I want to taste you,” I pleaded.

“Lisa, I need to be inside you. Now!” He moaned the words into my ear as he rested his head on my shoulder. I thought over his plea. I’d never wanted to taste anyone’s dick as bad as I wanted to taste his at that moment. I pushed him backwards and fell to my knees…taking him inside my mouth before he could object again.

I twirled my tongue around the head several times, and then I began to deep-throat his dick. Each time the head hit the back of my throat, I swallowed hard. A little trick I’d learned from the internet. This allowed me to take him in even further. I heard him moan loudly and wondered if anyone in the building knew what was going on behind the doors of his office. For some reason the thought turned me on even more, and I found myself sucking him harder. I added my hand and began to stroke him as I continued my tongue play. I wanted to make him come. And I wanted him to do it in my mouth. I wasn’t sure what had come over me, I’d never let anyone do that before. But then again none of those other guys had been Dr. Brian Rice.

“Stop it Lisa, you’re going to make me nut damnit!” I heard him moan the words out, and I double my efforts to do just that. But then he pulled me up, leaned me against the desk and pushed inside me with one swift motion filling me completely. He stilled long enough to allow me a few gulps of air before beginning a slow agonizing rhythm inside me. His strokes became faster and faster until his thrusts were rocking my entire body. I matched him, wrapping my arms around his neck for support as I grinded against his dick. He continued to smash into my g-spot causing me to orgasm again.

Brian didn’t stop even though I pleaded with him to. His dick continued to stroke my soul, reaching into a part of me that I didn’t even know existed. I felt as though he was casting a spell on me, and I was helpless to stop it. “What are you doing to me?” I heard myself cry out over and over again as I pressed my face against his neck. Then I felt his body go still right before his dick began to softly jump inside me.

He laid his head on my shoulder while inhaling deep breaths. After a few moments, he began to kiss me. Slowly and softly. I found myself become aroused again and began to slowly rock back and forth against him until I felt him growing inside of me. He let out a low groan in my ear. “No Mrs. Jackson, I think the better question is what are you doing to me?”

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Stripping For My Doctor

“Your robe, take it off,” he said. He placed his hands on either side of him and leaned back on the bed. The movement caused the muscles in his arms and shoulders to ripple. I licked my lips. Damn. His intense stare was making my nerves peak, but I silenced them and did as I was told. I tugged at the knot I’d tied, and the robe fell open. I let it slide to the floor, revealing the lingerie top and panty set. His eyes roamed the length of my body appreciatively. I was thankful that I’d packed the outfit.

“Now your top.”

I looked over at the wine bottle. I really needed a drink to help calm my nerves. Why hadn’t he offered me one before he made me strip down in front of him?

“Later,” he said following my gaze and then looking back at me. “The top. Take it off.”

Was it just me or did Dr. Rice appear to be enjoying my nervousness. My eyes landed on his tattoo, and suddenly in the dim light he looked dangerous. Almost like a predator, and I was his prey. What had I gotten myself into?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come.” I eyed the door, ready to make my escape. When I looked back at Brian, his eyes had darken to something lethal. I quickly picked my robe up and tied it back around my waist. I was way out of my league here. I made my move, half walking, half jogging to the door. By the time I grabbed the knob and pulled, he placed his hand against the door. Hard. How did he make it over so fast? It slammed back shut. Fuck. He’d effectively trapped me between it and himself.

He used his free hand to move my hair behind my ear, and then leaned in close. “What’s the rush?” he whispered as he softly caressed my lobe with his tongue. I almost fainted. I tried to turn around to face him, but he held me in place.

“I told you in the car there’d be no backing out. But let’s make another deal. If you’re wet, you stay. If you’re not, I’ll let you leave. Okay?” He asked in a low seductive tone. I placed my head against the cool door unable to think straight let alone speak. I’m fucked.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He reached his hand around and slipped one finger underneath my panties grazing the bud there. The assault caused me to orgasm almost instantly. My body convulsed, and I bit my lip to muzzle the moan. My legs betrayed me, they buckled without warning. Luckily Brian broke my fall.

“Oh my. Very wet,” he said removing his hand from between my legs. “It looks like you’re staying.” He spun me around. Now I was standing in front of him and he was leaning against the door. Blocking the exit.

“Strip.” He commanded.

And I obeyed.

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Contemporary romance fiction with an erotic twist