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I ENTERTAINED THE THOUGHT OF CHEATING ON MY HUSBAND

After the kids graduated from university, Quinton and I had the house to ourselves. I thought that would spice up our sex life, but it resulted in me being lonelier. Quinton started going out more with his friends, spent more time away on business trips and less time at home. When he started acting strange, I thought I did something wrong, so I asked him about it. He snapped at me, so I left it. Although I felt that he was seeing someone, I never even thought about cheating on my husband.

I walked into the study. “Honey, did you get a chance to check your luggage? I just want to make sure that I packed everything.”

Quinton kept looking at the monitor. “Carrie, can you not see that I’m busy?”

“I’m sorry, honey. I just want to make sure you’ve got everything.”

He kept frowning while looking at the monitor, making me believe that he was annoyed with me again. I went back to the bedroom and double-checked that I had packed everything. The thought of him calling me while on his trip and shouting at me for forgetting something made me anxious.

A phone beeped. I thought it was mine, so I turned around but saw Quinton’s phone on the nightstand. The light was on as I approached, and I saw that he received a photo message from Liz. Who’s Liz? Probably someone who works for him. I looked at the case over my shoulder and thought about continuing. Maybe I should check the message and see who Liz is.

I unlocked the phone, and a lump developed in my throat as I looked at a photo of a woman in lingerie. ‘Can’t wait to see you, xoxo Lilly,’ was the message that accompanied the photo. I felt like my lungs were clogged and restricted oxygen from entering. My heart felt like it stopped beating, and my shoulders were stiff.

I didn’t know how to react, whether to confront Quinton or delude myself to believe that it never happened. The truth that I had suspected for years was staring at me in the face, yet I didn’t want to believe it.

I sent the picture to my phone, put his phone on the nightstand, sat on the edge of the bed, compressed my lips and frowned to prevent the tears from spilling out. They slid down my face as my shoulders trembled. I covered my mouth with my hand to suppress the whimpering.

I sniffed and wiped my eyes, then walked into the bathroom and washed my face. The thought of Quinton going to that woman and being with her replayed in my head.

He was rummaging through his bag as I stepped into the room. “Where’d you put my shaving kit?” I kneeled in front of the bag, lifted his draws and picked up the shaving bag. “Jesus, Carrie. It’s not a diamond pouch. Leave it on top, so I can see it.”

In the garage, he put the bag into his boot and looked at me. “Hope everything goes well,” I said.

“This is the big one. If they like my presentation, we could be signing the biggest real estate deal this town has seen in decades.”

“Good luck, honey.”

I stood on my toes, pouted my lips and leaned in. Quinton turned his cheek, whereas I aimed for his lips.

I smiled and waved as he pulled off, but my heart sank and all of my energy depleted. I had never felt more alone than at that moment. This is the worst festive season ever.

I scuttled to my room, leapt onto the bed and cried. After feeling sorry for myself, I decided that being home alone was not healthy for me. I needed fresh air and to see people.

I drove around the city centre for ten minutes, then saw a massive Christmas tree in the square. Several people had gathered around it and admired it. Some took photos in front of it.

I looked at the golden globes and the angel perked on top of the tree, smiling as I crossed my arms and pressed my jacket against my chest to prevent the breeze from reaching my skin.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” said a man standing behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and saw a tall man with brunette hair and shiny teeth looking up at the tree. “Yes,” I said.

“There’s something about this time of the year that puts a smile on your face regardless of how tough the last twelve months have been.” I smiled with compressed lips. “Oh, sorry.” He jerked his hand out of his coat pocket. “I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Leo.”

“Carrie. Nice to meet you.”

“Hope you don’t mind me asking what brings you by. I figured someone as beautiful as you would be with her husband, sitting by the fireplace and gazing in each other’s eyes.”

“My husband is away on a business trip.”

“Really? This time of the year?” I nodded. ���Okay. I guess some of us are still working hard and are fortunate to have work.” Leo looked down.

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing. I’m just feeling sorry for myself because I lost my dream job.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Yeah, the timing wasn’t the greatest. Not a great way to end the year. Worked so hard to please my boss, and she decided that she could find someone better.”

“Everything happens for a reason. I’m sure something will come up next year.”

“Let’s hope so. There aren’t too many openings in my field.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a campaign manager…was. Political stuff, don’t wanna bore you with the details. What do you do?”

“I’m a housewife. I cook, clean and look after my husband.”

“He’s a lucky guy to have you.” I smiled with compressed lips and looked at the tree. “I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?”

“No. I’m fine.”

His sly smile and stare made me believe that he knew my marriage was the reason I was out of the house.

“This might sound random, but do you wanna get a cup of coffee? It’s cold out here,” said Leo.

“Where?”

He pointed at a coffee shop. “Over there looks good.”

I wondered for a few seconds if that went against the sanctity and the marital obligation that I had worked so hard to uphold. It’s only coffee. That’s all. We’re going to talk a bit, and then I’ll go home.

At the coffee shop, I looked at my watch and said. “Oh, wow.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Can’t believe that an hour and a half has passed.”

“You lose track of time when you’re having fun.” He smiled.

I smiled and felt that my shoulders were relaxed. I was present in the moment and had no thoughts, besides intrigue towards the stranger sitting opposite me. He smiled, making me feel that everything was going to be okay.

I took a sip of the tea and noticed that he was still looking at me as I glanced over the mug. It felt slightly uncomfortable, yet arousing.

He escorted me to my car. “Thank you for the tea,” I said. “And the conversation.”

“No problem.”

He opened his arms, making me feel the need to reciprocate. I leaned in, and he put his arms around me and squeezed me. As I pulled back, he kept looking at me, then leaned into me.

I pulled back. “I can’t. I’m married.”

“Sorry,” said Leo. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I got lost in the moment.”

“Right. I better get going.”

“Take my card. In case you need to talk, that’s all.”

I looked at his hand, reaching into his pocket. I wanted to say no, but I thought it would be rude. Besides, it’s just a card. I could put it into my glove box and never look at it again. “Okay,” I said.

I drove home and felt so guilty for considered cheating on my husband. Thank goodness that nothing happened.

Two days had passed and Quinton had not called. I got worried, so I called him. The phone kept ringing and then went to voicemail. He hadn’t called back two hours later, so I called again. The phone was off.

Tears slid down my face as I lay in bed and wondered if he was okay. I had no idea when he was coming back or if he was okay. I finally managed to fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.

While I was preparing lunch, I heard a car pull up into the garage. I scuttled there and saw Quinton. A smile appeared on my face. Oh, thank God he’s okay.

He stepped out of the car. “Hi, honey,” I said.

“Hey.”

I kissed his cheek. “How was the trip?”

“Went well. They liked the presentation and want to go ahead with the deal.”

My smile broadened. “That’s great. I’m so proud of you.”

“Their chairman is away at the moment, but they said he’ll sign as soon as he comes back from Asia.”

“That’s wonderful, honey. Are you hungry? I made your favourite.”

“No. I ate already.”

“Oh, okay. Perhaps, later.” Quinton dragged his case ahead of me and went to the bedroom, and I followed him. “I called to check up on you, but you didn’t answer.”

“I was busy.”

“But surely you could’ve called back? I was worried.”

Lines appeared on his forehead as he frowned. “Carrie, stop badgering me, please. I just walked in and you’re already on my case.”

“Sorry. I care about you.”

“Well, you don’t have to.”

My eyes broadened. “How can I not? You’re my husband.”

“Maybe I don’t wanna be your husband anymore.”

This time, my heart definitely stopped beating. I felt like someone sucked the oxygen out of me and duct-taped my face. “Surely you don’t mean that?”

“Carrie, I’m tired of this. I’m tired of pretending to be in love with you. I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

My forehead wrinkled as tears filled my eyes. “You don’t mean that.”

“I want a divorce. I can’t do this anymore. It’s best for both of us that you leave.”

Tears slid down my face. “What?”

He nodded while looking at the floor. “Both of us need to start new lives and that can’t happen if we’re living under the same roof.��

I can’t even remember packing my back and putting it into my boot. The next thing I recalled was driving around, not having a place to go. I opened the glove box and pulled out Leo’s card, then called him.

He opened the door after I rang the bell. “Hey,” he said. “Come in.”

Leo helped me to take my coat off, and he put it on the rack. We sat on the couch, and he rubbed my shoulder as I explained to him what happened.

“You’re welcome to stay here,” said Leo.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother you.”

“It’s not a bother. I enjoy your company.”

“Thank you so much.” I threw my arms around him.

As we pulled back, our faces remained close to each other. Leo’s lips crashed into mine, and he slid his tongue into my mouth. His lips felt so soft, and his cologne crept into my nose and refreshed my lungs while flaring my heart.

He grabbed my hand and escorted me to his bedroom. I wrapped my legs around him as he pulled me up and screamed as he fell on me on the bed. He ripped my shirt apart and ravaged my chest like a wild animal on a fresh piece of meat. I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling his dick harden and press against me.

Leo pulled down my pants and ripped my g-string, then parted my legs and rubbed my clitoris. I squeezed his shoulders as he licked my pussy, then ran my hand down his arm and felt his bicep.

He lay on top of me, stuck his dick in and smiled. “You’re ready?” he asked. I smiled and nodded.

After riding me for fifteen minutes, he flipped onto his back and I sat on him. I pressed on his chest, straightened my back and jumped on his dick. It went in all the way, making me raise my chin as I closed my eyes and sputtered screams.

I squeezed his tight pecks and grimaced while riding his hard dick. As I stopped, I leaned forward, and he pulled me towards him and bent his knees. He drilled his dick into me, making me scream. I was out of breath ten minutes later, so I panted while looking down at him, our noses centimetres away from each other.

He grabbed my face, pulled me into him and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I rocked on his dick as our tongues slithered against each other.

Leo pushed me off him, and I landed on my shoulder with my back to him. He lay beside me and shoved his dick into my pussy. He ran his hand down my leg as he rocked, and he bit my neck and shoulder. I reached over my shoulder and grabbed the back of his neck.

My hand ran down the side of his body and over his ass. As he drove a hard thrust into me, I jerked forward and grunted.

“Oh, my God. I’m cumming,” he said and shot his load inside me.

He lay on his back, and I flipped over and fell asleep on his chest.

In the morning during breakfast, we kept smiling at each other. I felt like a teenager, falling in love for the first time.

“What’s your plan for today?” asked Leo.

“I thought I’d clean your place and make us dinner.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“I also thought about going to the deeds office to make sure that everything is still in order.”

“All right. Need me to go with you?”

“It’s fine. I’m sure you’ve got things to do.”

I went to the deeds office and returned two hours later. As I walked through the door, I puffed. Leo heard my despondence and walked up to me. “What’s wrong?”

“Quinton transferred everything over to his mother’s name, so I won’t get anything in the divorce.”

“So, the bastard cheats on you, asks for a divorce and leaves you with nothing. What a nice guy.”

I plunked onto the sofa and closed my eyes. “I’m sure he’s gonna enjoy everything with Lilly, Liz or whatever her name is.”

“Is that the mistress you’re talking about?”

I opened my eyes. “Yes.”

Leo frowned and stepped toward me. “Why did you call her Lilly and Liz?”

“She sent a message to him and signed off as Lilly, but he had her saved as Liz.”

“Huh, that’s strange. My boss’s name was Liz, short for Elizabeth, but only a few of us who were close to her called her Lilly.”

“What’s her full name?”

“Elizabeth Klausky,” said Leo.

“That name sounds familiar. I’ve heard it before.”

“She’s running for the mayor of the city. I used to handle her campaign.”

“I’ve never seen her before,�� I said.

“As much as I’ve grown to loathe her, I have to admit she’s quite a looker,” said Leo as he grabbed his phone and googled the name. He turned his phone toward me. “That’s her.”

“Oh, my God,” I said, eyes widening and lip lowering. “That’s her.”

“Who?”

“My husband’s mistress.”

“You’re kidding me?” asked Leo. “Where did you see her?”

I pulled my phone out of the bag and showed Leo the photo. “She sent this to him.”

He smiled. “You gotta be kidding me.” He paced while looking at the photo. “Lilly, Lilly, Lilly. I always knew you were a horrible person, but now I have proof.” Leo looked at me. “She campaigned on family, telling everyone how important it was to stick together because family was all that we had and that she would provide family grants. Her constituents felt for her because she didn’t have a family growing up. Her parents died in a car crash when she was young.”

“Is she married?”

“Yep. And here she is preaching family values while tearing up a family.”

“Why did she fire you?” I asked.

“She made up some excuse about how I hadn’t helped to boost her poll numbers high enough. I stuck by her side for years when almost everyone was resigning because she was impossible to work with. She was running out of money and couldn’t pay me because she was living a lavish lifestyle with her campaign funds. Being the mayor is her last chance to make up for all the money she’s spent.”

“She does sound terrible. It’s not right that she treated you that way. You should expose her. You’ll be doing me a favour as well.”

“I’ll come across as a disgruntled employee, and people might not believe me. But if you talk about her affair with your husband, it’ll be more damaging, much more damaging.”

“Me? Talk to whom?”

“I’ve got media contacts. They would take this scoop in a heartbeat and interview you on TV.”

“Are you serious? I mean, I don’t want to ruin anybody’s life.”

“Carrie, you’d only be telling the truth. The residents of this city deserve to know who she really is. She ruined your and my life.”

I looked down and contemplated it for a few seconds. “Okay, I’ll do it. Set it up.”

Three days later, Leo accompanied me to the studio, and the host made me feel relaxed by running me through the procedure. As I spoke about Elizabeth and my husband on air, the picture she sent to my husband appeared on the screen in the studio.

The following day, Elizabeth was on the front page of every newspaper.

“Oh, my God. Carrie, you’re amazing, ” said Leo. “I just looked at Liz’s poll numbers. They’ve tanked like a rock. There is no way she’s winning this race. Not only is she gonna be broke, but she’s going to be a broke loser.”

My phone rang. “Hello,” I said.

“It’s me, Quinton.”

“Yes.”

“Not only did I regret marrying you, but I regret even more divorcing you. It’s like you can’t stop making me miserable.”

“Why?”

“The chairman who was supposed to sign my deal wants nothing to do with me because you implicated me in a scandal. Thanks a lot.” He hung up.

I put my arms around Leo and kissed him. “Merry Christmas.”

Written by Goran Radanovic

[Erotica Lust @EroticaRead]

WORKING FOR A HOT BOSS WASN'T WHAT I EXPECTED

“Look at the ass on her,” said my colleague as he nudged me and watched Amy walk back to her office. “Working for a hot boss is the only thing I like about this place,” he added.

I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t noticed her ass, but I enjoyed working for Amy and being in the office. Something about the corporate world made me feel at home. Doing the presentations for clients and fighting our competitors to get the contract gave me an adrenalin rush.

“Nice work on the Walcott campaign,” said Amy as I stood at her office door.

“I’ve got you to thank. Your guidance always helps.” She smiled. I loved seeing her sparkly teeth and brown eyes glisten. The two spots on her tanned cheeks appeared as she stretched her lips and made her look even more adorable. “You don’t know how -.”

A hard nudge of my shoulder interrupted me. “Sorry, bud. You okay there?” asked Bruce as he continued walking towards Amy.

He leaned on the table with one hand and the other on Amy’s chair, smiled and then kissed her cheek. “I’ve got some work to do,” I said.

“Thanks, Victor,” said Amy.

I moved away from the doorway and stood to the side of the door. “Why don’t you fire that guy?” asked Bruce.

“He’s a good worker. I don’t have a reason to fire him, and there are labour laws against that type of thing.”

I walked down the corridor and towards my desk. The last thing I wanted to hear again was the owner’s husband telling her that I should lose my job just because the jerk didn’t like me.

“Thanks again for your help,” I said to Chelsea as I passed her desk.

“No problem.”

I slumped onto my chair and sighed. My fingers tapped the table as I thought about the romantic injustice that the universe bestowed on me. How can someone like Bruce get such an amazing woman like Amy? She’s so out of his league. What does she see in him? I should be with –.

My phone snapped me out of brooding. “Victor speaking.”

“Hey, it’s me,” said Amy. “I’ve just emailed you a new campaign. I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Let me know if you need my help.”

“Thanks.”

I loved the way she spoke to me and offered help despite that I was at the company for ten years. That’s one of the things that made her such an amazing boss. Two companies had offered me better pay in the last three years, but I turned them down because I wanted to work for Amy. Money wasn’t everything to me. Having a great mentor who treated me with respect was far more important.

I looked at the email, then got an idea that I thought would separate us from the competition. As always, I wanted to run it by Amy to get her thoughts before elaborating it.

I knocked on her door, entered and saw Bruce sitting on the couch and perusing a magazine. Why is this guy always here? Doesn’t he have a job or something to do?

Bruce raised his eyes above the magazine and looked at me. “Sorry to interrupt,” I said. “Is this a good time?”

“Not really,” said Bruce. “I’m actually busy spending time with my wife.”

Her eyes shot to him. “Bruce, this is important.”

I glanced at him as I walked towards Amy and saw him glaring at me. “Just thought I’d get your thoughts on this,” I said and showed her the outline of the presentation.

She smiled and nodded as she read. “Looks good. I’d focus on points two, three and five. You need to really hammer it into them and make them see how our offerings benefit them. You did that really well on the last campaign.”

“Thanks, Amy. I’ll get on it right away.”

Chelsea had helped me with the points that Amy mentioned, so I approached her. “Can I bother you again for some feedback before I go to Amy with the final presentation?”

“That’s fine. Let’s see what you go.”

“I haven’t finished. I’ll need a couple of hours, so we can look at it first thing tomorrow morning.”

“I’m gonna be working till late, so we can take a look at it when you’re ready.”

“Great,” I said.

My first draft was ready at eight pm. I switched off my computer and walked towards Chelsea with the file in the one hand and my car keys in the other.

I put both on the table and pulled up a chair next to her. After I presented my pitch to her, she reached for Walcott’s file and put it on top of my keys. “Look how you showed the pros and cons for this campaign. Do you see the difference between that and this?”

My eyelids lowered as my chin raised, and my lips parted as I nodded. “Oh, I see what you mean.” I smiled. “Thanks, Chelsea. I appreciate it.”

“My pleasure. The presentation is good. You’re gonna do well.”

I stood up, grabbed my file and said, “Thanks.”

I walked past Amy’s office and looked at her name on the door plaque like I did on all nights that she left before me. My lips curled as I thought about how fortunate I was to work for such a wonderful woman.

As I walked to my car in the basement, I reached into my pocket and noticed that my keys were missing. Ugh, damn it. I left them upstairs.

I walked into the office and frowned as I saw that Chelsea wasn’t at her desk. She must be in the bathroom. I lifted the Walcott file, took the keys and looked around after seeing Chelsea’s computer screensaver. She’s probably taking her sweet time in the bathroom.

I looked at the boardroom and noticed light trickling through the sides of the blind shutters. I thought Chelsea might not notice that the lights and would leave them switched on, so I walked towards the boardroom.

Sputtered grunts pervaded out of the boardroom as I approached. I frowned and wondered what the noises were, then peeked into the boardroom. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened as I saw Chelsea bending over the table with Bruce banging her in doggy style. His pants were at his ankles, and his shirt hovered over his dick as he held Chelsea’s dress above her ass so that it wouldn’t slide down.

His dick rubbed against her g-string as he penetrated. The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he closed them and grimaced while thrusting faster. Chelsea sputtered out several screams and stretched her arms on the table above her head as she pressed her face on the table, looking away from me.

Bruce pulled out his dick, tapped it on her ass, then shoved it back in and spanked her ass as he commenced the penetration. I couldn’t believe that the bastard could get two wonderful women to fall for him. What do they see in him?

He stopped, craned his head up and panted as he held her waist. I dipped my head back behind the door and thought about leaving. That’s why that jerk hangs around the office so much.

I heard Chelsea scream, so I slowly dipped my head from behind the door and saw her lying on her back on the table, her ankles hooked on his shoulders. He squeezed her tits over the dress and sneered. The bastard must’ve thought he was the man of the century. She sputtered out a few more screams as he swung his dick to deliver a hard thrust.

He pulled his dick out, grabbed her hands and pulled her to a seated position. She unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off and kissed his chest. Her red lips smudged his peck, then his abs before she got on her knees.

She stroked his dick, engulfed it with her mouth and tickled his balls. He giggled like a little boy who was tickled for the first time, making me rip out a laugh from my compressed lips.

They looked at each other and must have assumed they heard someone. I pulled my head back behind the door and heard Bruce zip up his pants. Chelsea said something to him before I scuttled away.

I got home, chucked the keys on the table and paced around the lounge as I thought about telling Amy. As much as I want to see her divorce that bastard, it means that Chelsea will be fired. I intertwined my fingers on the top of my head and blew out a breath. But Amy deserves to know. She deserves someone better.

The following morning, I kept juggling the two scenarios in my head as I drove to work. It was on my mind during lunch and as I walked to my desk after using the bathroom.

My phone rang. “Can I see you in my office, please?” asked Amy.

I stood in front of her office, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Hi,” I said as I walked in.

“Have a seat, Victor.”

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Let me go first.”

“Okay.”

“I received a call this morning from Mr Walcott. He said that there was personal company information shared with his competitors.”

“That’s strange. Who did that?”

“It came from your email.”

I frowned and leaned forward as I grabbed the armrest. “Mine?”

“Yes.”

“How did that happen?”

“I had IT check the servers, and all the information about Walcott went out last night at about nine from your outbox.”

My head shook as I gaped at the floor. “I can’t believe this.”

“Victor, you do know that this is a serious offence?”

“Amy, I would never do that.”

“Let’s go to your computer.”

We walked to my desk, and I sat down and clicked on my sent items. I leaned in, and my jaw lowered as I saw the email. All the confidential information was attached.

“I don’t how this happened, but it wasn’t me.”

“You’ve got a password on your computer?”

“I do.”

“Then, it could only be you.” My elbow was on the table as I dunked my head and clutched a fist of my hair. “Victor, I’m going to have to let you go.”

I looked up at her and saw the disappointment in her eyes. I had no idea what to say.

Amy walked away, and I stood up with my gaze lowered to the floor. All of the years I had spent at the company felt like they were flushed down the toilet. The reputation I had built meant nothing, and anything that Amy felt for me vanished.

I lifted my gaze and looked at Chelsea’s back. It struck me that she was the only one who knew my computer password. I had given it to her a few months back when we worked on a project together.

She looked at me over her shoulder, lowered her eyes and tucked her head in between her shoulders.

I knew that she wasn’t the type to do that, or so I thought. Then again, I never thought she would be banging the boss’s husband. The only thing I didn’t know was why.

I walked past Amy’s office and thought about saying goodbye, but I changed my mind since I couldn’t bear to see the look in her eyes.

The following night, I called Chelsea. “Tell me what’s going on,” I said.

“Victor, please. This situation is bad enough as is. I don’t want any problems.”

“You don’t want any problems?” I yelled. “Chelsea, I just got fired for dissemination. What the hell am I supposed to do now? No other company is going to want anything to do with me.”

“I’m sorry,” she said and hung up.

I didn’t know how to prove my innocence, but I figured that Bruce and Chelsea had something to do with my dismissal, and I wouldn’t let them get away with it.

I staked out the company’s parking lot for the next few nights because I figured that it was only a matter of time before I caught them in the act.

The following week, Bruce and Chelsea walked out of the building a few minutes before nine pm. I took pictures of them as they approached Chelsea’s car. He grabbed her waist, pulled her into him and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She ran her fingers through the back of his hair and craned her head up as he kissed her neck. I smiled as I kept shooting.

I sent the pictures to Amy the following morning.

She called me two days later.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi. I assume you saw the photos.”

“I did, and I owe you an apology.”

“For what?”

“Firing you. After I sent Bruce the divorce papers and fired Chelsea, she spilt the beans. She said that Bruce thought you saw them having sex in the office, so he asked Chelsea to start your computer so that he could incriminate you somehow and get rid of you so that I would never find out about their affair.”

“I see.”

“I know I’m not your favourite person in the world right now, but I was wondering if you’d like to come over for a cup of coffee. We can talk and…”

Written by Goran Radanovic

[Erotica Lust @EroticaRead]

AN OFFICE ROMANCE IS USUALLY A BAD IDEA

“You’re an absolute bitch,” I said to Mandy during our quarrel.

She hired me to assist her in managing the finance department. During the interview, she alluded to the excessive work that she could not handle. I needed the job since mom kicked me out of the house after telling me that I was lazy and would not accomplish anything in life.

“Good morning. I’m Don,” said the CEO’s son, then extended his hand on my first day.

He had thick, brown hair, pale skin, a fit body and attractive facial features. Mandy’s eyes glistened, and her teeth exposed while glaring at him. There’s no hope in hell he could be interested in you. Mandy wore baggy clothing to cover her bulky frame, had dishevelled hair, unshaved arms, dirty nails and often frowned unless in Mr Shore’s company.

Mandy was his favorite employee, as she was the only one who knew his birthday, told him he looked handsome almost every day and praised his leadership. Her groveling had worked considering she had received two annual raises.

Although her aura drained my energy, I admit that she was patient in teaching me the responsibilities of the role. Her financial skills were impressive, but her haughtiness was annoying.

“The tax reconciliation is waiting for you after you’re done with the balance sheet,” she said at the end of my second week.

I wondered what work occupied her time since the preparation of the financial statements was supposed to be a team effort.

“What’s Don’s role?” I asked.

“He assists Mr Shore in running the company,” she said and smiled.

I flashed my eyebrows. It seems like everyone in the company has an assistant except for me.

“What’s with the smile?” I asked.

Her smile faded, and she shrugged. “He reminds me of someone.”

I compressed a smile, knowing she was referring to a blast from the past. My glance lowered to the balance sheet, and I wrote a few notes.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me who?” said Mandy. I looked at her and raised my eyebrows. “Everything about Don reminds me of Jack. He was my best friend at university and the one who got away.”

“What happened?”

“He was drunk when he professed his feelings to me in my dorm. I couldn’t take him seriously, and he never brought up the matter again.”

“When did this happen?” I asked.

“Just before graduation. Shortly after we graduated, he got a job in Switzerland and left.” Her eyelids dropped, and she pursed her lips.

I was surprised at how much she revealed, considering we knew each other for two weeks. I surmised that she wanted to share it with someone since she must’ve suppressed her feelings for years.

“Have you spoken to him since?” I asked.

“He calls me every few weeks.”

My eyebrows raised as I smiled. “What’s the problem? Tell him you feel the same so that he can come back.”

“It’s not that simple.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes while wondering why women complicated falling in love. “Can’t you see that I’m pregnant?” asked Mandy.

I compressed my lips to suppress a burst of laughter. “No. I had no idea.” Her stout body and baggy clothing disguised her four-month pregnancy. Mandy wriggled her fingers to divert my attention to her engagement ring. “Looks like you’re sorted. You got the man, the baby and the job,” I added.

She pursed her lips, lowered her gaze and continued working. Our discussion made me understand the reason for her dismal appearance. Mom had taught me that our appearance was a reflection of our self-image.

The following week, Mandy browsed through the windows on her computer as she showed me the mistakes I had made on the financial statements.

“Who’s that?” I pointed at the picture on her desktop.

“That’s Davey.”

He was short, balding and chubby. Mandy showed me pictures of her graduation ceremony when she was in better shape and smiling in every photo.

“Why don’t you call off the wedding and tell Jack you want to be with him?”

“My parents would never accept that. They’re religious and believe that a woman should be married to the father of her child. Anyway, Jack might not want to be with me because of the pregnancy. There’s too much risk that I’m not prepared to take.”

I felt sorry for her, but that was the last time.

Two days later, she barged into the office. “Why haven’t you finalised the income statement?”

“That’s only due tomorrow,” I said. “I’m busy with the amendments to the budget.”

“Mr Shore wants the figures today. You better get on it.”

Instead of helping me complete the statements, Mandy chose to quarrel.

I skipped lunch and also worked at a rapid pace to complete the income statement before Mr Shore left for the day. She snatched the income statement off my desk at six o’clock and scampered to his office.

On my way out, I walked past his office and heard him say, “Well done, Mandy. This is great work. I don’t know what we would do without you.”

She forgot to thank me the following day. Before stepping out of the office at ten am, Mandy assigned more work to me and returned around four to check on my progress.

“Gordon, you need to work faster to get this done today,” she said. “Your work is good, but the turnaround time is slow. It also wouldn’t kill you to dress better. I think your attire is too casual.”

Mom had also complained about me not dressing well and being dilatory in my actions. Neither of them understood that I did not have money to buy clothes and needed time to plan before executing tasks. Besides their lack of understanding, I hated that both criticised me and told me what to do. Nobody is going to be my boss.

I had worked through lunch again and stayed until seven in the evening to complete the work that was supposed to be a team effort.

The only good thing about working after hours was that I got to indulge in my fantasies with Tatum. She was the office tea and cleaning lady with whom I hit it off from the beginning, and I gave her a lift after work. We usually had sex at her place when it wasn’t too late in the evening, but on the nights that I worked late, we took advantage of an empty office building.

Tatum squeezed in between my legs at the table, then bent over it. Her ass was practically brushing my face. “What are you doing?” I asked while smiling.

“Giving you what you want, dirty boy.”

“Oh, so I’m a dirty boy.”

“You’re my dirty boy.”

I lifted her dress and saw her black, lace panties. Her stockings reached just above her knees, and her high heels tightened her ass. My chair rolled back as I stood up. I lifted Tatum’s dress up her back more and pressed my boner against her ass. My hands slid under her panties and reached her lower back.

My boner nudged her ass, and she swayed her hips. I pulled down my pants, and my dick popped out as I stretched my jocks. Then, I pulled down Tatum’s panties, pressed the tip of my dick against her legs and slid it down.

“I can feel it, but I want to feel it inside me.”

“All in good time.”

I squeezed her cheeks and parted them, revealing her bright pink pussy. I got on my knees and licked her lips, then heard her moan. My finger slid inside her ass and circled as I licked her pussy. I loved her ass, so I bit a piece, squeezed the other cheek and spanked it. She nudged forward and moaned.

I stood up, grabbed her waist and pulled her towards me. Her ass pressed against my dick, and I parted her right cheek and stuck my dick in. I closed my eyes as I felt her fluid on my dick. My left hand slid down her back and grabbed her shoulder as my right hand held my shirt above my dick.

She bobbed as my dick went in deeper, and I pulled her back towards me while clutching her shoulder. Tatum’s hair hung over her face as she bowed her head and groaned. My shirt dropped as I spanked her ass. She sputtered moans as I sped up the penetration.

I pulled out my dick and saw that it was red, and I was ready to erupt. “Come here,” I said.

Tatum turned around and got on her knees. She grabbed my dick with her left hand and shoved it into her mouth, then looked up at me with droopy eyelids. I pulled her hair up and raised her to her feet. She sat on the table and reclined with her elbows by her side for support.

She opened her legs, and I slid my dick over her clitoris and stuck it into her pussy. As I held her legs apart and penetrated, lines on her forehead formed as she clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. I thrust my dick in all the way and pumped her for about fifteen minutes.

One of her legs was on my shoulder and the other in my hand. I felt that I was about to cum, so I pulled my dick out and shot on her leg. My semen slithered down her leg, past her pussy and into her crack. She wiped some of my cum from her ass with her finger and sucked it.

“That’s my girl.”

When I dropped her off at her place, she asked, “What is this thing between us?”

“What do you mean?”

“Where is it going?”

“It’s an office fling, Tatum. What do you want me to say?”

“It would be nice if you’d say that I mean something to you.”

“I mean, come on. You’re a cleaning lady, and I’m in finance.”

She kept glaring at me, then pushed the door open and stormed out.

The following morning, Mandy walked into my office. “How far are you?”

“I need another couple of hours to complete.”

She pursed her lips and shook her head.

At the end of the day, she came back. “You finished?” I handed her the financial statements. “Good. Try not to disappoint me again.”

I glared at her and wondered how I would get her back for making my life miserable.

The following day, Mandy bickered with Tatum during lunchtime about misplacing the coffee. “You’re nowhere to be seen when I need my coffee. You also weren’t here to help me find the coffee jar.”

She also snapped at the receptionist for neglecting the phone when she stepped out to the bathroom. I avoided her the whole day due to fearing a tongue-lashing.

During our meeting with Mr Shore, Mandy agreed to all of the deadlines. I closed my eyes and sighed under my breath, recognising the work onslaught.

She dashed towards my desk on Friday afternoon. Her facial expression conveyed a desire to fight. “How far are you with the tasks?”

“I’d be a lot further if you would do your part.”

“Excuse me? I have so much on my plate, not to mention the pregnancy and the stress of planning a wedding.”

“Seems like you’re using work hours to handle personal affairs.”

“I don’t believe I asked for your opinion. Don’t talk to me in that tone.”

She sounded like mom. I spent another weekend working on completing the quarterly budget before Mandy walked into the office on Monday.

“I know you appreciate honesty, so I thought I’d tell you that I have limited seating and can’t include you in the wedding,” said Mandy after handing out the invitations to the bosses and most co-workers.

That’s the least you could’ve done, considering I did your work while you were planning the wedding. “No problem. Here are the figures you needed. When’s the big day?” I asked.

“In two weeks.”

“I’ve got something I need you to look at,” she said, then turned around and grabbed a file that was in the cabinet behind her.

I saw a vial with tablets and snatched it off her desk as she rummaged through the cabinet.

“This is the audited financials from last year. Make sure the opening balances on our system correspond.”

I took the vial out of my pocket at home. The prescribed tablets were for depression, and the instructions stated that Mandy had to take one during breakfast, lunch and dinner. More than three daily tablets could result in vomiting, nausea and stomach cramps. I kept a few tablets.

Mandy walked into the kitchen in the morning and yelled at Tatum to make her coffee. After she walked out, I went into the kitchen and took the cup from Tatum and went to Mandy’s office. She was checking her draws as I walked in.

“Here you go,” I said to Mandy.

“Why are you bringing me coffee?”

“To make amends. I feel that I need to apologise for my behaviour. From now on, I’ll bring you coffee every morning.” Mandy frowned. “Everything okay?” I asked.

“No. I lost my tab -. Nevermind.”

Mandy stepped out at eleven o’clock. I used the opportunity to put the vial in her laptop bag. Her desk phone rang.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hi. I’m looking for Mandy.”

“She’s not in. Can I take a message?”

“I’m a friend of hers from university… It’s fine. I’ll call back later.”

“Is this Jack?”

“How did you know?”

“I’m Gordon. Mandy and I are best friends. She told me everything about you.”

“Oh. I heard she’s getting married and…”

“And you thought that you’d try to talk her out of it and rekindle an old flame?”

“Yeah. Stupid isn’t it?”

“Sorry, buddy. You’re a few days too late. Mandy already got married. She’s on her honeymoon and comes back in two weeks.” Jack sighed. I smirked, picturing him slumping and shaking his head. “Everything happens for a reason. Maybe you guys weren’t meant to be,” I said.

“I guess. Would you mind telling her that I called and will speak to her when she’s back from the honeymoon?

“Sure.”

The following morning, I popped my head into Mandy’s office to greet. “You’re looking upbeat.”

“Yes. I found what I misplaced. Sorry about everything. I know that I’ve been under the weather. The stress of planning the wedding got to me. I appreciate all the work that you’ve done.”

“No problem. What are colleagues for?”

I monitored her kitchen movement for the next week. She fetched a glass of water every morning and at lunch.

“The annual finance meeting with the board is next Friday,” she said. “I need the figures latest Thursday morning, so I can review your work before I present.”

“Are you gonna help me with compiling the financial statements?�� I asked.

“Um…I have other work to do. I trust you to deliver.” My gaze dropped to the floor and steam emitted from my nose. “Oh. Did you hear? I got promoted to Chief Finance Officer,” she added.

I bit my lip and glared at her. To think that I thought about not going through with my plan after she apologised. I clenched my jaw and felt blood rush to my head. My chest expanded as I inhaled through my nose. A fire ignited in my chest, and I sneered before walking off.

Mandy checked on me every second day to ensure the work completion.

“Everything’s on track. No need to worry,” I said every time.

I smiled at her in passing and ensured that my voice tone and choice of words conveyed content with working for her. I slipped two tablets into her coffee on Wednesday morning. She was late to work on Thursday.

“You okay?” I asked when she walked into my office.

“No. I didn’t sleep a wink last night. Felt sick. Was throwing up the whole night.”

“Let me get you some coffee. It will make you feel better.” I slipped in two more tablets and handed her the cup in her office.

“Thanks. When can I get the figures?’

“I need the rest of the day to complete. You’ll have it tomorrow before the meeting.”

She gaped. “You were supposed to be finished. When will I go over the figures?”

“Everything is right like always. Don’t worry,” I said.

Mandy sent me a message in the evening to ensure that I had completed the work, then called after I did not respond. I did not answer.

The following morning during my conversation with a colleague, she stormed up to us and interrupted. “Why the hell didn’t you answer my call last night?” Her eyes were droopy and skin was pale.  I kept looking at her and did not respond. “Give me the figures.”

“What figures? There aren’t any.”

“This is not the time to mess with me, Gordon. I’m going into that meeting in half an hour.” I shrugged and pursed my lips. “Where are the damn financial statements?” yelled Mandy.

“I haven’t prepared a single line,” I said.

Her face flushed, and she slammed her fist on the table. “Where are my financial statements, you imbecile?”

“I haven’t -.”

“Mandy. You’re ready?” Mr. Shore interrupted.

She frowned, and her lips tightened as she glared at me. A smirk appeared on my face.

On my way out at the end of the day, I walked past Mandy’s office and heard her sob. Not wanting to miss the opportunity to kick her when she was down, I pretended to be concerned by saying, “Everything okay?”

Tears coursed down her cheeks as she shuddered. Mandy sniffled and wiped the tears before saying, “This is all your fault. You’ve ruined my life.”

Her exaggeration did not surprise me. “What happened?”

“The board suspended me for not completing the financial statements. I have a disciplinary hearing when I return in two weeks. To make matters worse, I have to get married tomorrow, and I’m so sick that I can barely keep my head up.”

Game, set and match.

The working environment for the subsequent two weeks was delightful. I was smoking in the basement parking when Mandy scampered towards her car, sobbing. She looked at me and said, “Gloat, you bastard. Hope you’re happy that I’m fired.”

“I can’t say you didn’t deserve it. Not only did you not contribute, but you had the audacity to disrespect the hand that was feeding you. You didn’t even have the decency to invite me to your wedding.”

“I gave you a job when you were desperate, so I had the right to treat you any way I pleased.”

“You’re an absolute bitch.” Mandy dunked her face into her palms and sobbed. I sensed more to the story than she revealed, so I asked, “Something else is also bothering you.”

“Jack called me on my honeymoon and said that he spoke to you. Why didn’t you tell me that he called? You really are evil.”

I sneered. “Bye, Mandy. All the best with your miserable life.”

A week later, I was making coffee in the kitchen when Don walked in and asked, “Did you hear about Mandy?”

“What about her?”

“She committed suicide.”

“What?” I asked.

“Her parents said she stopped taking her depression pills because they made her sick, and she suffered a miscarriage due to overwhelming distress. Apparently, she’s been suicidal since graduating from university. I guess this was the last straw.”

I went to my desk and thought about Mandy’s death for the rest of the day. It was on my mind for the next two days as well.

Two weeks later, two policemen walked into my office. “Gordon Wyatt?”

“Yes. That’s me.”

“Sir, we need you to come to the station with us.”

“What’s this all about?”

“Mandy Van Dijk’s death. We received a tip-off about her condition and decided to do an autopsy on her. We found an irregular amount of pills in her system, even though she stopped taking them.”

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“We believe you’re involved. Sir, please come with us.”

I frowned and stood up. Who the hell could’ve tipped them off about me? We walked past the kitchen, and Tatum’s arms were folded as she sneered at me.

Written by Goran Radanovic

[Erotica Lust @EroticaRead]

A CHEATING STEPMOM BANGS HER STEPSON FOR MONEY

The Hamiltons had wealth and seemed like a happy family to outsiders, but they were anything but. Nolan’s mother had died from cancer when he was a boy, so his father married Anastasia, a beautiful Russian woman and Craig’s twenty-year junior.

Anastasia had long brown hair, pale skin, wore red lipstick and had a slim body with long legs. It’s not like Nolan hadn’t noticed. Which 18-year-old male wouldn’t? Showing respect for his father’s marriage was the last thing on his mind since he had blamed dad for not spending time with his late mother while she was alive.

Nolan was watching TV in his bedroom when his dad walked in. “I was hoping you and I could go skiing this weekend,” said Craig. “It’ll be good for us. A few days as a father and son getaway, alone and without any distractions.”

“I don’t think so, Craig. Maybe another time.”

It always bothered Craig that his son referred to him by name, but he didn’t want to pour more fuel on the fire. “I was really hoping you’d say yes. You sure you don’t want to change your mind?”

Nolan rolled his eyes and shook his head. “What did I just say?”

Craig put his hands up. “Okay, my boy. Don’t mean to disturb you. I’ll let you get back to what you were doing.”

He went to the lounge and found Anastasia lying on the sofa and talking on the phone. She spent another fifteen minutes on the phone before acknowledging Craig’s presence and telling her friend that she had to go.

“Is everything okay, sweetie?” asked Craig.

“I’m trying to organise a spa retreat, but my girlfriends are messing me around.”

“Sorry to hear that. I’m sure everything will work out.” Craig looked at the floor for a few seconds, waiting for his wife to ask him what was on his mind. She didn���t. “I’m a bit worried about Nolan.”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s very distant. I haven’t managed to close the gap between us after all these years.”

“Spoil him. Buy him something that he’ll love you for.”

“You think that’ll work?”

“Absolutely.” It worked on me, you old fool, thought Anastasia.

Craig’s lips curled while thinking about getting a hug and a smile from his son after he surprised him with the gift he knew Nolan would love.

He arranged everything that afternoon, and the gift arrived the following day in front of the house. Craig knocked on Nolan’s door. “Son, can I show you something outside?”

“What is it?”

“I think it’s something that will pique your interest.”

Nolan slid off the couch and walked past Craig without looking at him.

He walked outside and saw a sheet covering an object. “What’s that?”

Craig smiled and said, “Take a look.”

Nolan pulled off the sheet and gaped at a blue Lamborghini. Craig’s eyes sparkled as he felt that he had penetrated Nolan’s shell, and he handed him the keys. Nolan raised the scissor door and got inside. He ignited the engine and revved the gas. “Woah!” He exclaimed. “This is awesome.”

Craig laughed. Seeing the joy on his son’s face made him happy. His smile slightly faded as Nolan pulled the door down, then drove off. He didn’t get the hug he was hoping for, but he felt that he was on track to winning over Nolan.

After driving around for hours, Nolan booked a hotel room on the card that his dad had given him, and he called Anastasia to come over.

She opened the door and stood in a grey coat while Nolan smirked from the bed. She unbuttoned the coat, opened it up and let it slide off her onto the floor. His smile got broader as he admired her red lingerie and fishnet stockings.

Anastasia put a black, butterfly musk on because both of them were turned on by role-play. She tip-toed to the bed, then crawled on it towards Nolan. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down, then whipped out his cock. He intertwined his fingers on the back of his head and smiled as he looked at Anastasia hover her lips over his tip.

She licked his tip, then looked at him. His cunning smile told her that he couldn’t wait for the full service. She stroked his cock twice and covered his tip with her lips. He put his hand on her head and pressed it down. Anastasia’s mouth engulfed his cock, and she tickled his balls. Nolan closed his eyes and smiled.

He pulled off his shirt, then ran his fingers through Anastasia’s hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Her voluptuous lips felt great on his cock, and it made him harder.

Anastasia stood on the bed, slipped her g-string off and swayed her hips. Nolan couldn’t wait to feel her pussy, so he stuck his hands out. She got on her knees and sat on his cock. They intertwined their fingers as Anastasia bounced on his cock, her chin raised as she closed her eyes and moaned.

He loved that she was tight. She increased the pace, and her moaning got deeper. Nolan ran his hands from her waist up to her tits and squeezed them. They were small but firm, just the way he liked them.

Ten minutes later, Anastasia raised her ass and turned around. He grabbed her waist as she sat on his cock with her back facing him. She leaned back and pressed her hands on the bed. Nolan assisted her in the bouncing by raising her up with his hands on her waist. Her hair cascaded off her shoulders as she jumped on his cock and screamed. Nolan felt that he was about to erupt, so he pulled his cock out.

Anastasia stretched her hands out on the bed. Nolan got behind her on his knees and stuck his cock in her ass. It was still tight, despite Nolan sticking his thick cock in there numerous times. Her face flushed, and she grimaced as Nolan pounded her from behind. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back, making Anastasia wetter.

Her tight ass gripped his dick and made him climax. Nolan carried on the penetration as his load gushed into her ass.

He spent the night at the hotel, and Anastasia went back home to avoid Craig’s suspicion.

The following day, Craig called a family meeting. He felt that his topic would bring him even closer to Nolan and would please his wife.

“Hope you’re enjoying your car, son.” Nolan nodded. “Good. I’m glad. I asked both of you to join me because I’ve got something very important to share with you. Ana, my darling wife.” She smiled with compressed lips. “You know I love you and will do anything for you. Nolan, you’re my blood, and I love you.” He looked at Craig with a deadpan expression. “I’m going to have my will drawn up today, and the two of you will be beneficiaries.”

Nolan and Anastasia looked at each other and smiled. The day they had waited for their entire lives had arrived. “That’s wonderful, darling,” said Anastasia.

“You two will share everything I own fifty-fifty. Needless to say, both of you will be set for life if something happens to me.”

Neither of them responded by saying that they wished Craig would live for a long time.

“Cool,” said Nolan before he went back to his room.

Anastasia pecked Craig’s cheek and ran her finger across his lips, then tapped his nose.

For the next two weeks, Craig tried to get closer to Nolan by offering to spend time with him, but his efforts were futile. Nolan rejected him every time since he no longer needed anything from his dad. The only thing he couldn’t wait for was to inherit the millions.

Craig knocked on his son’s door. “What is it?” asked Nolan.

“I need to speak to you for a second.”

He opened the door and stood in the frame. “Yeah.”

“I wanted to say goodbye before I leave. I’m going on a business trip to Switzerland, and I won’t be back for about a week.”

“Okay.”

Craig wanted to hug his son, but Nolan’s folded arms and phlegmatic expression told him that he was unwelcome. So, Craig put his hand on Nolan’s shoulder, smiled and said, “Be good, my boy. I love you.”

As soon as Craig left the house, Nolan went to Anastasia’s bedroom and had sex with his stepmom in her marital bed. They banged the entire night.

The following morning, Anastasia received a call from an airline. “Mrs Hamilton, My name is Tom Hawkins and I’m calling from Pan Airways. I’m sorry to inform you, but your husband had a heart attack during the flight last night. We did everything we could to save him, but he passed away.”

Anastasia raised her head off the pillow and asked, “What?”

“I’m really sorry. If there’s anything we can do to help, please, let us know.”

“Thank you very much for letting me know.”

She hung up and shrieked, then stood on the bed and did a victory dance. “We’re rich! We’re rich!”

“What are you talking about?” asked Nolan.

“Your dad passed away.”

Nolan was taken back a bit, more so because he wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon.

They had sex to celebrate their newfound fortune. During the cuddling, they spoke about how they would travel the world and buy each other expensive gifts. Talking about money made them horny, so Nolan got on top of Anastasia and stuck his cock inside.

Somebody in the room grunted.

“What was that?” asked Anastasia.

Nolan stopped. “What?”

Anastasia looked over Nolan’s shoulder, and her eyes widened as she stared at Craig. Nolan got off her and turned around. “What the hell’s going on?” he asked. “I thought you were dead.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Nolan.”

Anastasia sat up. “What’s going on here?”

“Darling, I thought you said you loved me.”

“I do, my love.”

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it.” Craig looked at Nolan. “I can understand her betraying me, but not my own blood. That was the really painful thing to discover.”

“How did you know?” asked Nolan.

“I’ve learnt in business that you find out how somebody feels about you only after you promise to give them your money. There was something odd about both of your reactions when I told you about the will. Then, there were also numerous occasions that both of you were out of the house at the same time. But I had to be sure, so I put cameras around the house while you two were out and then made up a business trip.”

Anastasia got off the bed and walked to Craig. “My love, it’s not what it seems.”

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out of my house right now. You’ll have the divorce papers in a few days. The smartest thing I did with you was the prenuptial agreement.”

“The hell with you. I never loved you anyway. All I wanted was the money.” She looked at Nolan. “Can you give me a ride?”

“Sure,” said Nolan. “At least we’ve got each other.”

“It’s a pity things turned out this way,” said Craig to Nolan. “I wasn’t always around, but I tried to make up for the lost time.”

“Whatever.”

“One last thing,” said Craig. “Although things didn’t work out between us, I hope you realise that there’s nothing more important than family. One day when you have your own, I hope you treat them better than you treated me.”

“I don’t need you. I’ll make a family with Anastasia.”

“Suit yourself. Just leave the Lamborghini keys behind and the credit card. After all, both are still in my name.”

“Fine,” said Nolan. He put the keys and the card on the nightstand. “Let’s go, Anastasia.”

“Um…I think I’ll catch a taxi.”

[Erotica Lust @EroticaRead]

COWBOY ARRIVES AND HAS SEX ON A FARM

I stopped and looked at a farm that was about two hundred metres away. My parched mouth and the sweat running down my face made me crave water. It was the first dwelling I had seen since leaving the auction, and the last thing on my mind was having sex on a farm. The grass in the field where the horses ran was dry, and the wooden fence looked like it hadn’t tasted a coat of paint in years.

The white house had a porch and a matching barn to the right. I hopped over the fence and looked at the horses before walking up to the front door.

“Hi. How can I help?” asked a woman in a flowery dress and with brunette hair tied in a bun.

“Sorry to bother you, ma’am. You’re the first house that I’ve seen since I left the auction.”

“What auction?”

“The Thoroughbred.”

“What on heavens are you doing here on foot?”

“My horse got stolen at the auction.”

She snapped her head towards someone in the lounge. “TJ, did you hear that?”

A man with a scruffy, grey beard and a belly came to the door. “What’d you say, Sophia?”

“This man also got his horse stolen,” she said.

TJ looked at me. “Come on in, fella.”

I extended my hand and said, “Thank you. I’m Jarrett.”

“I’m TJ. This is my wife, Sophia.”

We walked into the lounge, and I sat on the grey sofa and stretched my legs underneath the wooden coffee table.

“You say you got your horse stolen at the Thoroughbred Auction?” asked TJ.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, hell’s bells. It also happened to me today. I go every year to find the finest specimens, and this is the first year that mine got stolen. Sophia usually drops me off, and I come back on the horse. After the auction, I tied my horse in front of that pub they’ve got.”

“The Western Saloon?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

“I was there as well. When I came out, my horse was gone.”

“Well, I’ll be damned. How’d you get here?”

“On foot. Your farm was the first one I saw since the auction.”

“Yea. There’s nothing out here for miles. We’re going back into town on Monday, so you’re welcome to stay here with us until then.”

“Thank you so much, sir. I really appreciate it.”

“You must be starving.”

“And thirsty.”

As we sat at the dining table, a blonde with glistening teeth and cowboy boots walked in and smiled. “Sweetheart, this is Jarrett,” said TJ.

I stood up, smiled and extended my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, miss.”

“The pleasure’s all mine. I’m Lilian,” she said and sat.

“This is my precious angel,” said TJ. “I protect her the way I do this house. Nobody goes close to my precious Lilly.”

“Daddy, not now.”

“What? I always talk about you like this. Everybody knows how I feel.”

Lilian tucked her head in between her shoulders and bowed her head. I glanced at her twice before gorging the food. Sophia placed a water jug in front of me, and I downed the first glass and poured another. The macaroni and cheese were delicious. I wanted to ask for more, but I felt that it was inappropriate.

After the meal, TJ and I went to the lounge while Lilian helped her mom clean up. I couldn’t wait for Lilian to join us. Looking at her body made me forget my exhaustion, and it fuelled me with lust.

“You’ll be sleeping in the barn,” said TJ.

What. “Oh-kay.”

“Nothing personal. It’s just that you are a stranger, and I can’t take any risks.”

“No problem, sir.”

As Lilian walked into the lounge, TJ said, “Sweetheart, why don’t you go to your room?”

“But, daddy -.”

“But nothing.”

I hated small talk, and I didn’t have a reason to hang out with TJ, so I excused myself and went to the barn. It was filled with hay and some of the most beautiful horses I had seen. I had my eyes on a black one, so I went over to it and stroked its face. “My, my, my. Aren’t you just the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” I said.

I lay in the vacant stall, then heard somebody enter. Sophia stood in front of me with a pillow and a blanket under her arm.

“You’re going to need this,” she said. “It can get chilly here at night.”

“Thank you. It’s nice of you.”

“If there’s anything you need, I’m in the house.”

I smiled and nodded. As she walked out, I popped my head out of the stall to look at her ass. It was slightly bigger than I was used to, but I could knock a couple of kilograms off in doggy style.

It took only a few minutes for me to fall asleep. The squeaky door jolted me awake, and I saw somebody carrying a lamp while approaching me.

“Hi,” said Lilian. “I’m sorry to wake you.”

“Not a problem. Have a seat.”

She smiled, placed the lamp at the stall’s entrance and sat beside me on the blanket. “Sorry about what happened this afternoon with daddy. I wanted to talk to you, but daddy’s a bit overprotective.”

“I can understand. If I had a daughter as beautiful as you, I’d also make a fuss over her.”

She tilted her head and smiled. “That’s so sweet. Daddy told me about what happened to you. I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks, but I’m not the only one. Happened to your dad as well.”

“Yeah, daddy was pretty upset. He loves his horses.”

“But not more than you, and I can’t blame him. I’ve seen some beautiful horses, but none were as beautiful as you.”

Her cheeks flushed. I smiled at her while stroking her arm, then reached her face and glided my fingers over her smooth cheeks. The sparkle in her eyes was all I needed to know that she hadn’t tasted dick for some time, if at all.

I cupped her face, dabbed my lips against hers, then sucked them and stuck my tongue into her mouth. She pulled back and said, “I’m not supposed to be here. Daddy would be really upset if he found out.” The thought of being defiant while getting my dick polished made me hornier.

My lips slipped down to her neck, and our fingers intertwined. I took her top off and ran my hands over her perky tits, and she couldn’t stop smiling. She lay on the blanket, and I stood up and took my clothes off, then pulled up her dress and pulled down her g-string.

Lilian was shaven, and I stuck three fingers inside her pussy and felt her tightness. Her eyes closed, and she moaned as I fingered her. I felt her get wetter, so I licked her clitoris while drilling faster.

She moaned, making me harder, and I squeezed her tits. Her left leg trembled as I continued the licking and the fingering, making me wonder how she would feel with my dick inside her.

As I sucked her tits and rubbed her pussy, she ran her fingers through my hair and groaned. I couldn’t wait to stick my dick in, so I moved lower and tapped my dick on her clitoris. She clenched her teeth, and her face flushed, anticipating my head inside her. I stuck the head in and forced it inside while watching her head crane back and hearing a deep, guttural moan.

I lay on top of her and pushed my dick in deeper while my lips brushed her ear. She slid her hands down my back and screamed in my ear. Usually, that would’ve annoyed me but knowing that I was pleasuring her made it kinky.

I slid my arms under her head and crossed them, then penetrated faster. Her tight, moist pussy and pounding her wall felt so good. I wanted to cum, but I also wanted it to last.

I pulled out and told her to get on her hands and knees. Lilian had a tight ass and a clean butthole, which I wanted to lick but didn’t because I couldn’t wait to stick it in. I shoved my dick inside her pussy and grabbed her left shoulder while running my other hand down her leg. Her head hung as I penetrated, but I wanted to go deeper inside her, so I got off my knees, squatted above her ass and clutched her shoulders.

My dick went in all the way, making her scream even louder. I felt her pussy slightly loosen, and I got harder. My balls were tight, and I felt the sperm bubbling up and wanting to erupt. As the cum shot into her pussy, I craned my head up, closed my eyes and groaned. God, it felt so good.

Lilian got dressed, then hugged me and kissed my cheek.

The following night while I was sleeping, the squeaky door woke me up again.

“I’m not supposed to be here. I know this is wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“I understand,” I said.

That sex was even better than the previous night.

At breakfast on Monday morning, I kept my eyes on the plate and avoided eye contact to ensure that TJ didn’t get suspicious.

“When you get back into town, you gonna report your stolen horse to the police?” asked TJ.

“Absolutely.”

“I’ve already reported mine. The police said there’s a chance they might find him.”

“I don’t doubt for a second that you’ll have Buck back running around here in no time.”

TJ nodded and lowered his gaze, then looked up at me and frowned. “How did you know the horse’s name was Buck?”

I stared at him. “You or Lilian must’ve mentioned it.”

“Nope. I know I didn’t, and Lilly didn’t even know the horse’s name because I name them only after I buy them. She wasn’t with me on Saturday, and I didn’t tell anybody what I called the horse.”

I awkwardly smiled. “I’m sure you told me.”

His frown remained as he stood up. “How the hell did you know the horse’s name was Buck?”

“I heard it somewhere, sir. I just can’t recall now exactly where.”

“The only place you could’ve heard it was at the auction.”

“Maybe, I can’t remember.”

“That’s a bunch of malarkey, son. You were the one who stole my horse, weren’t you?”

I frowned and smiled. “What? That’s crazy.”

“Oh, is it now? I wouldn’t be surprised if you followed me here to steal more of my horses.”

“Come on, TJ. My horse was stolen too.”

“What’s the horse’s name?”

“Uhh…Tom.”

“Is that so?” he asked and walked out of the dining room.

I heard him stomping down the corridor in his big boots on the way back. “Jesus!” I exclaimed as he pointed a shotgun at me.

“Where’s my damn horse?” he asked.

Lilian leapt up. “Daddy, put the gun down, please. I’m sure Jarrett didn’t do it.”

“Sweetheart, stay out of this.”

“Please, daddy. He’s a good man. I like him.”

He looked at her, then back at me. “Did you sleep with my daughter, you son of a gun?”

I stood up from the table and held my hands up, knowing that the truth was about to unravel. “What makes you ask that, TJ?”

“I know snakes like you.” He looked at Sophia and Lilian. “You two go to your rooms now. I’ve got some business to handle.”

Sophia walked up to TJ and pressed the barrel down. “Please, don’t do this. Let the police handle it.”

I knew that was my chance to duck, so I dashed to the door, swung it open and ran outside.

TJ followed me outside as I sprinted down the field and shot at me but missed. “You’re never gonna touch my daughter again,” he yelled.

“I banged the old lady, too,” I yelled.

[Erotica Lust @EroticaRead]

FALLING IN LOVE WITH A PROSTITUTE WAS DEADLY

Another one bites the dust, I thought as I walked out of the hotel with a stash of money that I had taken from my client’s bag. My job was risky but thrilling. Not only did I get banged a couple of times a week, but on occasion, I walked away with precious possessions that my clients brought with them on business trips. They never learned that falling in love with a prostitute was dangerous.

You see, I wasn’t satisfied with only a thousand dollars per night that these out-of-town businessmen paid me. I wanted them to fall for me and feel that they could trust me. That’s when I struck. The latest victim was the CEO of a big pharmaceutical company, and he came into town with a bag full of money to spend at a strip club. There was no way I would let him spend that money on anybody but me, so I charmed him for two days, slept with him on the third night and took twenty thousand dollars from his bag while he was asleep and then walked out.

I got home and pulled off the red wig while looking at the mirror. I was surprised to see how good it looked with my pale skin. It also didn’t hurt that I was tall and fit. I went to my room and checked my phone to see who my next prey was.

Most of my leads came from Deltoro, who provided shuttle services to high-end clients from the airport. He told me which hotel they were staying in and their names so I could do a background check to estimate if they were worth my time financially.

Deltoro’s message came through with a picture attached of the intended target. ‘Hey, babe. Just dropped off a guy called Madoff. He’s staying at Casablanca. Seems like a high-roller. Good luck. Btw, I’m leaving next week to Italy. Gotta go back home, so this will probably be the last lead I send you. Nice doing business with you.’ I grimaced. “What? No, you can’t do this to me.”

I called him and tried to persuade him not to go, but he said his family was more important than helping me. Surprise, surprise. Another man who left me high and dry. At least, I had this guy Madoff. Then, who knew when my next payday would come from robbery? Sex work paid a decent wage, but the big money was from stealing from clients.

I looked at the picture to confirm it was Madoff sitting at the bar before approaching. His black blazer covered the white shirt, and his brown hair receded. His tan made him look mysterious.

He tilted his head to the right as I pulled up a chair, and he ordered a drink. I smiled at him and got one in return. “Hi. I’m Madoff.” He extended his hand.

“Foxy. Nice to meet you.”

“Interesting name. I doubt that is the only thing interesting about you.”

“The only way to know is to find out.”

“I intend to.”

“You out of town?” I had to ask questions I knew the answers to make myself seem credible.

“Yes. I came to check out what this magnificent city has to offer me.”

“Well, it’s got me.”

He smiled. “Yes, it does.”

“I’m guessing you’re going to spend a couple of days here.”

“I will. Maybe now that I’ve met you, I’m going to extend it for a couple more days.”

That was all I needed to hear to know that I had him in the palm of my hand. “I have to go.”

Lines appeared on his forehead as he frowned. “Oh. That’s unfortunate.”

I stood from the high chair and extended my hand with a smile on my face. “It was nice to meet you.”

Madoff cracked a smile, but I saw he wasn’t thrilled about me leaving. “How do I get in touch with you? Are you staying here?”

“No. I might pop by here tomorrow night,” I said and walked away.

Now, pay attention if you want to learn how to seduce men. You see what I did there? First, I got his attention, then showed him that I was open to getting to know him, but I walked away after I found out that I hooked him. That left him wanting more and if he really wanted to see me, he would be at the bar the same time the following night, waiting for me.

The following night when I arrived at the hotel in a white dress and a blonde wig, Madoff was sitting in the exact same spot. I walked behind him and put my hand on his shoulder. His eyes widened and lips curled as he turned around and saw me.

“Hi. I’m so glad that you came back,” he said. Of course, you are. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Cosmopolitan. Thank you.”

After we got to know each other for about an hour, Madoff said. “I’ve got some expensive whisky in the mini bar in my room. It would be such a pity for it to go to waste. Would you be interested in tasting it?”

“I’d love to.”

Upstairs, he walked in front of me when we got to his room, and he opened the door for me to enter. “Thank you,” I said.

The big window looked out onto the bustling city and skyscrapers that looked like they were a leap away. The street lights paved the way for the cars that congested the bridge, leading to downtown.

Madoff handed me a glass of whisky and smiled. “That’s a 21-year-old Grand Reserve. Very expensive. A sophisticated drink for a classy lady.”

“Thank you,” I said and sat on the bed. Madoff sat beside me.

He kept staring at me with a smile as I sipped the drink, then stroked my shoulder with his finger and slid it down my arm. He grabbed the drink from my hand, placed it on the nightstand and put his hand on my leg.

Madoff cupped my face, kissed me and leaned forward, making me lie on the bed. He lay on top of me and slipped off his blazer, then kissed my neck while running his hand down my leg.

As he got up and stood in front of the bed to take off his shirt and pull down his pants, I stood up and turned my back to him. He unclipped the straps, and my dress dropped to the floor. Madoff kissed my shoulders while rubbing his bulging groin against my ass.

He ran his hands down my legs and whiffed my neck. I climbed onto the bed with my hands and knees, then felt Madoff parting my cheeks and exhaling. I could tell that he loved the sight and the touch of my soft skin.

As he stuck his dick in me, my eyes closed, and my lips parted. Not only was he long and hard, but he was also thick. God, I loved that. My head hung as he began penetrating, with deep breaths emanating from both of us. I liked that he took it slow. It was like he gave me the good stuff, let me enjoy it but tortured me by going at the pace that he wanted. I felt powerless because he was fully in control, but a part of me felt excited as I was in the hands of a real man.

He stopped and got on the bed beside me, so I lay on my side with my back facing him. He stuck his dick in me and put his hand over my abdomen, then thrust as he kissed my shoulder and neck. I closed my eyes and groaned, Feeling him so close to me and his lips on my skin felt like ecstasy. Madoff ran his hands down my leg, then grabbed my tit.

I lay on my back, and he got on top of me before sucking my nipple. I ran my hand through his hair and rubbed his back. Madoff grabbed my ankles and spread my legs, then shoved his dick in me. The headboard flapped as he thrust, and I screamed.

His body tensed as he grimaced, and he ejaculated. He lowered his body and lay on top of me before closing his eyes.

When I heard him snore, I wriggled underneath him and got off the bed.

He must have something valuable here. I checked the cupboards first, then the bathroom. Nothing. I checked the fridge because I thought he was the type to hide valuables there, but nothing.

I stood in front of the bed and scanned the room, thinking that I must’ve missed a spot. My mentor taught me that money leaves clues, and I saw the rum on the nightstand. That was the one place I hadn’t checked, so I tip-toed to the draw, looked at Madoff and kneeled as I pulled the draw.

Jackpot. I unzipped the bag slowly and saw bricks of notes. As I took three out, and a hand clamped my wrist.

I gasped.

My eyes widened, and my mouth slacked open as a lump formed in my throat. Madoff looked at me while clenching my wrist tighter. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m sorry.”

He got off the bed and tugged my wrist to pull me to my feet. He released my wrist but grabbed my throat, and I held his arm to restrain him from choking me. “You picked the wrong guy.”

I wanted to apologise, but I couldn’t even speak from the pressure. My face flushed from him exerting more pressure. As he released the grip, I bent over and panted. After I caught my breath, I looked up and saw him smirking. I didn’t know what to make of it, but I hoped that he wouldn’t kill me.

“You’re good,” he said. “Not better than me, but good.” I frowned since his tone and facial expression suggested that he was impressed. “I heard about you and came into town to find out for myself how good you are. I’m pretty impressed, so if you don’t want me to press charges, then accept my offer.”

“What offer is that?” I asked.

“I want you to work with me. You and I are in the same line of business, believe it or not. I’ve been keeping an eye on the businessmen who have been coming into town for several years, but I didn’t know how to take advantage until I heard about you.”

“Why would I work with you?”

“I can supply you the contacts of very wealthy men who are coming into town and even provide protection if things get out of hand. In return, we share everything fifty-fifty of what you steal from them.”

I looked down and thought about the proposal. Deltoro was out of the picture, and I couldn’t rely on the sleazeballs who hired me for sex to make serious money. “How do I know I can trust you?” I asked.

“I’ll prove it to you. Let’s do a couple of jobs together and see how it works out. If you’re happy, we continue.”

“If I’m not happy, you leave town. Also, if you screw me over, you have to leave town.”

“And if you screw me over, you leave town,” said Madoff.

“Deal.”

He smiled and we shook hands.

For the next few weeks, Madoff supplied the contacts and I carried out the job. Everything was going great until I fell for him. I couldn’t help it, okay? He was so manly and took charge, not to mention that he treated me like a lady. Do you know how rare that is in my field?

We were lying in bed one night with money strewn around us after I did a hit. “How do you feel about me?” I asked.

“You’re a very special lady, Foxy. I’m crazy about you. How can I not be since we make such a great team?”

I felt the same. That’s why I decided to share the details of a client that I found, instead of doing the job by myself and taking all the money. “There’s a guy I’m seeing tomorrow night. A contact of mine said that he deals with jewellery on the black market. This is gonna be a big one, possibly the biggest hit that we could ever do,” I said.

“Is he bringing some with him?”

“He doesn’t travel without a bag. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s coming here to do a deal.”

“Sounds like you need to be careful of this guy,” said Madoff.

“I’ll need you on standby, just in case.”

“No problem, babe.” He kissed me.

The following night, I saw the jewellery target sitting with a guy in the lobby, and I waited for his guest to leave before approaching. I introduced myself and found out that his name was Frank before I did the same spiel, then walked away to leave him wanting more.

I saw him every night for the rest of the week since I knew that mob guys weren’t so keen on trusting anyone. After working my magic until Sunday, I saw that he let his guard down.

We went up to his room, had sex, and I waited for him to fall asleep in my arms before getting out of bed. I found a bag and saw the most beautiful pearl necklace that I had ever seen. That was the easiest heist I had performed.

Madoff was waiting for me outside the hotel. “Did you get anything?” he asked. I showed him the necklace. “Unbelievable! I’ve seen less glamorous ones go for over a hundred thousand.” He kissed me. “You are amazing. I love you,” he said.

We went home, got drunk while celebrating, and Madoff put the necklace on me before we made love. He knew how to make me feel like a woman, and I couldn’t get enough of him. After we made love the second time, we fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, Madoff wasn’t in bed. I got out of bed and walked to the lounge. “Babe, are you here?”

No answer. I looked at the mirror and saw that the necklace was gone. “Oh, no! Why did I trust him?’

My phone rang. “Hello.”

“Foxy?”

“Who is this?”

“It’s Frank. Remember me? Because I remember you very well. You’re the stupid bitch who stole my necklace.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t?” Oh, really? I’ve got somebody here with me who might jog your memory. Let me put him on speaker.”

“Foxy!” I heard someone shout.

“Madoff, is that you?”

“Foxy, this guy has a gun to my head. Please, help me.”

“I’m gonna text you the address now,” said Frank. “You better get here asap before I put a bullet in his head.”

Oh, my God. I got into a taxi after Frank sent the message. The place was an abandoned warehouse with broken windows and no lights.

I walked in and couldn’t see a hand in front of my face. “Hello,” I yelled.

Somebody flipped a switch and the lights came on. “Oh, my God,” I said as I saw Frank holding a gun to Madoff’s head.

“Hello, toots,” said Frank. “Thanks for stopping by. Now, where the hell is my necklace?���

“I don’t know. I swear. I’ve got no idea what happened to the necklace.”

Sweat had covered Madoff’s flushed face while he grimaced. Frank clicked down the hammer on his revolver gun, pressed it against Madoff’s head and shouted. “Where’s my damn necklace?”

Tears coursed down Madoff’s face as he trembled.

“I swear I don’t know,” I pleaded. “Frank, I don’t know.”

“I’ve got it. I’ve got it,” said Madoff. “Please, just don’t shoot me,” he sobbed while trembling.

“Where is it?” asked Frank.

He told us where he hid it, and I had to go and fetch it. I returned with the necklace and gave it to Frank. He untied Madoff’s hands, and we looked at each other as he walked past me. That was the last time I was going to see him since he had to leave town.

As he stepped out of the warehouse, I turned to Frank and said, “Thanks. I couldn’t have done this without you. You just can never be too careful in my business.”

“No problem, Foxy. What are friends for?”

[Erotica Lust @EroticaRead]

ONCE-OFF ROUGH SEX WITH AN INDIAN WOMAN

Another Thursday meant that I was doing the same routine—walking around a casino, hoping to get laid. Not having a job or a desire to look for one granted me time to hunt women. I looked around and saw quite a few Indian women. There was something about their black hair and dark complexion that turned me on. Then again, it didn’t take much to turn on a horny guy like me. Most of them were well-dressed and alone, which suited me just fine. Hmmm. Rough sex with an Indian woman would be amazing right now.

The first approach was brutal. She kept looking at the machine as I stood beside her and spoke while the people around stared at me. I hated talking to women who weren’t interested in me, so I ducked.

The next one was friendly but mentioned that she had a boyfriend, and the third one was married. I would’ve banged her if she was up for it, but she kept talking about how precious her family was. After listening to that nonsense for about ten minutes, I told her that I had to go to the bathroom.

As I walked past the machines and peeked in between them to see who was on the other side, I saw a sexy Indian gambling. I walked around and approached her from her side. “Hi. I’m just curious. What’s so fascinating about watching pictures spin?” I asked.

“Not much, actually. It takes my mind off my problems for a couple of hours,” she said.

“Interesting. I thought losing money would give you more problems. You do know that the odds are stacked against you, right?”

“Sure, but I’m not exactly worried about money.”

“What are you worried about if you don’t mind me asking?”

Her finger hovered over the button, and she looked at me. “I don’t even know your name, but you’re asking me personal questions.”

“Sorry. I’m Gordon.” I extended my hand.

“Niri. Nice to meet you.” She smiled and shook my hand.

Niri was fit, had long black hair and smooth skin. She wore a tank top and jeans, and I saw that she was at least six years older than me. Nothing turned me on more than sitting next to a milf who was friendly.

“You haven’t answered my question,” I said.

“I recently sold my pharmaceutical company, and I’m wondering if I made the right decision. I loved it.”

“What are you gonna do now?”

“Well, one of the reasons I sold it is because I wanted to get away, just go live somewhere tropical like Mauritius or Bora Bora.”

“Sounds great. You wanna take me with you?”

She snorted a laugh. “I’ll think about it,” she said, frowning and nodding.

“What does your husband think about your plans?” I asked to determine if she had one.

“I’m divorced. The bastard left me because he said that he couldn’t put up with me anymore.”

“Sorry.” I wasn’t because it increased my chances with her. “Hope you don’t mind if I sit.”

“No.”

I pulled the chair and sat with my body facing hers. Looking at her soft skin made more blood rush to my groin, making me harder. I was ready to grab her face, stick my tongue into her mouth and shove my hands into her pants to rub her pussy.

“What do you do?” she asked. That’s when I knew it was on. A woman asks a man questions who chats her up only if she’s interested. “A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Her smile told me that she knew I was unemployed.

“How much longer are you going to play this?”

“Why?”

“I’m a bit thirsty. There’s a bar there.” I pointed. “And I was hoping you’d join me.”

She looked at me from the corner of her eye. “I suppose it can’t hurt.”

We took a booth table, and I looked at the round bar in the middle of the venue, with blue neon lights and figurines on the walls and the ceiling, making me feel like we were on the set of Avatar. I splayed my arms on the back support, with my wrist brushing the back of Niri’s neck. The waiter brought a basket filled with chilli chicken wings and samosas.

“Must be nice to be a business owner,” I said.

“It was. Kept me busy and took my mind off not having kids. It also didn’t leave me any time for a hookup after my marriage.”

“So, you want children?”

“More than anything, especially now that I’m divorced.”

“I’m sure your dream will come true.”

“I hope so. Time isn’t exactly on my side since I am fast approaching the end of my biological clock.”

Talking about children made me even hornier. Something about the image in my mind of sperm flying all over the place made me lose control, so I grabbed the back of her head and crashed my lips into hers. I cupped her face and stuck my tongue into her mouth, making her moan.

My hand ran up her leg and in between her thighs before I rubbed her groin. I pulled back and said, “Let’s go somewhere.”

She nodded. I grabbed her hand and escorted her out of the casino. We stood in the square and looked at the buildings surrounding us, then at each other. I wanted to mention hiring a room, but I didn’t have the money.

“Should we go check if the Hilton has a room for us so we can talk?” she asked.

“Sounds great, but I don’t have the cash.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll sort it out.”

After she paid at reception, we walked to the room without looking at each other or holding hands. This is it, Gordon. She wants the dick. Don’t waste her time.

As she opened the door, I pushed her onto the bed and slammed the door.

I threw my shirt off and skipped while taking my shoes off to get to the bed. She sat up, unzipped my pants and got on her knees, then pulled off my jocks. My dick was red, girthy and a vein protruded from it. She grabbed it and rattled it on her tongue.

I looked down at her, smiled and stroked her hair. Niri shoved my dick into her mouth and gurgled as it went in deep. I closed my eyes and craned my head up with my mouth open.

As she tickled my balls, I grimaced and stepped back to avoid shooting a load. She smiled and pulled off her pants and g-string before lying on the bed with her legs open.

I kneeled in front of the bed, kissed her thighs and parted her lips. I shoved two fingers inside her pussy and licked her clitoris. Her pussy was delicious. It was by far the most beautiful and smoothest pussy I had licked.

I stood up and held my dick while looking down at her. She smiled and rubbed her pussy. I knew she wanted me to stick it in, so I picked up the condom from my pants.

“You don’t want to stick it in without a condom?” she asked. “I don’t mind if you cum inside me.”

No ways. Are you mad? As my stomach growled, I felt it running, so I chucked the condom onto the bed and darted to the bathroom. Chilli food had always given me problems, but I didn’t think it would ever happen just before my dick was going to go inside a pussy.

I walked out of the bathroom, and Niri perked her head up off the bed and asked, “You okay?”

“Sorry about that. Must’ve been the chilli chicken that got to me.”

We smiled at each other as I walked to her, and I clutched her legs and opened them. She kept them up as I put the condom on. I put her legs on my shoulders and stuck my dick in, watching her close her eyes and part her lips. I grabbed her waist and thrust, sticking my dick in all the way.

A vein protruded from her forehead as she grimaced and screamed. That encouraged me to give it to her even harder, so I squeezed her tits and ploughed her. She screamed, and I clenched my teeth and kept up the rapid pace. As I was about to cum, I took my dick out and thought about wrinkled skin. That had worked for me before when I wanted to avoid cumming.

Niri bent over the chair and looked at me over her shoulder. As I felt the tension from my balls subside, I walked to her and smacked her ass, then stuck my dick in. I grabbed her shoulders and thrust hard.

“Oh, yes! Oh, my God. Yes!” she exclaimed. “Give it to me, you animal.”

I spanked her ass and carried on riding her. Niri’s head hung as she sputtered screams.

After banging her doggystyle for fifteen minutes, I wanted to see her face. She lay on her side and I stuck my dick in with my hand on her neck. As I increased the thrusting, I applied more pressure to the chocking and saw her face flush.

“That’s it,” she said. “Give it to me. I wanted it rough.”

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I grimaced and groaned as I shot my load. All of my energy drained as the semen flew out of me, so I closed my eyes and rested my head against her. She slipped my dick out, pulled off the condom and flung it into the bin.

The following morning, I walked Niri to her car and hugged her. We both felt that this was a once-off thing and that we’d never see each other. I didn’t have a problem with that.

Several months later, I was lying on my bed when my phone rang. I saw that it was an international number, so I wondered who it could’ve been. “Hello.”

“Hi, Gordon.”

“Yes.”

“This is Niri. I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but I felt that there’s something you should know.”

I sat up. “What’s that?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, okay. Congratulations.”

She remained quiet for a few seconds. “It��s yours.”

“What?”

“I got pregnant after our night together.”

I stood up and raked my fingers through my hair. “No, that’s impossible. I had a condom on. You couldn’t have. It’s definitely not mine.”

“I haven’t been with another man since you. It’s definitely yours.”

“But how could this be? I had a damn condom on.” She remained quiet. “Hello. Are you still there?”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“So, tell me what the hell is going on. How could you be pregnant with my child?”

“When you went to the bathroom, I poked holes into the condom.”

“What? Why would you do that?”

“I told you that I wanted to have a child, and I was running out of time. Sorry, but you don’t have to worry. I’ve already left the country, and I’ll raise the baby.”

“So, that’s it? I don’t even have a say in raising our child after you tricked me.”

“It’s not like you wanted one.”

“How would you know that?”

“Well, I just figured since you didn’t want to go raw in me.”

“I can’t believe this. How could you do this?”

“Just carry on with your life as if nothing happened. Maybe go look for a job.” That stung my heart. As I was down, she kicked me in the gut. “You’ll be fine,” she said and hung up.

My head hung as I stood by the window, my forehead pressing it. I didn’t have much and hadn’t planned on having children because I couldn’t give them the life they deserved, but I wanted to raise them. At the very least, I wanted to see him or her.

For the following month, I called the number that Niri phoned me from every second day, but it went to voicemail every time. I figured that she had bought a sim card just for that call so that I couldn’t track her. Our child had been on my mind every day since I had spoken to her, and I realised that my child was everything I had, and I wanted to be a part of his or her life.

I went to several banks to borrow money so I could hire an investigator to track down Niri. All of them declined due to my unemployment. I even asked my parents for money, but they said that I should stop smoking weed and save up.

The next few weeks were pure hell for me. I couldn’t sleep. I smoked more weed than ever before to calm myself, and I lost five kilograms. Food was the last thing on my mind. The only thing I had an appetite for was finding my child. I had no idea how I would do that or if I’d ever see my child.

I spent a tremendous amount of time pacing in my room and sometimes literally banged my head against the wall because I thought it would suppress my mental torment.

My phone rang. “It’s Gordon speaking.”

“Am I speaking to Mr Gordon Clyde?”

“Yes.”

“Sir, my name is Morgan Whittaker. I used to be Nirvana Singh’s lawyer.”

“Who?”

“Nirvana Singh, the mother of your child.”

“Oh, right. Niri.”

“Yes. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Sorry?”

“I’m not sure if you heard, but Nirvana was involved in a car accident and passed away.”

“Oh, my God. And the baby?”

“The baby is fine. Your child was at home with the nanny when this happened.”

“I wanna see my child.”

” Sir, I’m calling -.”

“How did you know about me?” I interjected.

“Nirvana put your name on the birth certificate. She made a will before the child was born and gave everything to her son.”

“I’ve got a son?”

“Yes.”

I smiled. “Oh, my God.”

“Sir, since your son is a minor, Nirvana’s money will go to the next in line, which is you. You’ll be responsible for managing her vast wealth until your son turns eighteen. I’ll forward you all the details about your son’s whereabouts, and I’m sorry about Nirvana.”

Well, life’s a bitch when you’re a bitch.

[Erotica Lust @EroticaRead]

A GERMAN MALE STRIPPER GAVE ME AN ORGASM

“Sir, you wanted to see me.”

“Tracey, come on in.” I crossed my legs and smiled after I sat in front of Mr Wynn. “Mark received terrible news yesterday. His dad passed away.”

“Oh, my.”

“Yes, he’s distraught and had to go on compassionate leave.” He looked down at the desk, shook his head and looked more upset about Mark’s absence than his dad’s death. “The Lux Jocks campaign is in two days.”

“Right.”

“Since Mark can���t make it, we need a replacement. I was hoping that you would do it,” he said and clenched his teeth.

I wasn’t sure if he really wanted me to go or was hoping that I would decline the offer. “That would be a huge honour, sir.”

He smiled with compressed lips. “Great. I’ll have Mark forward you his Powerpoint presentation. Make sure you’re prepared. The Lux Jocks campaign is extremely important to us. You know that Mark was successful in winning the campaign for the last seven years.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ve already got enough grief from the board about other matters. Make sure you don’t give me another headache.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said and smiled.

“We’ll get your tickets booked today, and call Hans at the Munich branch and introduce yourself.”

“Hans? The guy that Mark complained about every year after his trip?”

“Yes. He has to be there to translate anything that the German executives might not understand if you get too technical.”

“Okay. I’ll do that right away.” I walked to the door and turned around. “And thank you for the opportunity, sir.”

He glanced at me and cracked a smile before lowering his gaze to the file in front of him. I’ll show him. Not only will I get the campaign, but he’ll ask me to do it again next year.

I walked to my desk and dialled the Munich branch. “May I speak to Hans, please?”

“One moment. I’ll put you through.”

“Hello,” said a man.

“Hi, I’d like to speak to Hans?”

“Of course you would. Everyone does. It’s me, babe.”

I frowned. “Good morning, Hans. My name is Tracey McGregor. I’m calling from headquarters.”

“Yes. What can I do you for?”

My forehead wrinkled as I revealed my teeth. “I wanted to introduce myself and tell you that I’m coming instead of Mark.”

“All right. Hope you’re quite a looker.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing. I’m just pulling your leg, babe, or I wish I was,” he said and laughed obnoxiously.

“Oh-kay. I’ll be in Munich on Thursday night, and I’ll see you on Friday morning for the presentation.”

“Hope so, if I still have a job by then. Hahahahahah. Check you later, babe.”

I slammed the phone and grimaced from feeling squeamish.

The following morning, the aftertaste of the scrambled eggs bubbled up in my mouth and made me stand up and run to the bathroom. Fortunately, I recovered by the time I got there, so I looked at myself in the mirror. What a disgusting, unprofessional pig. Can’t believe I have to work with him. Just keep it together, Tracey. Keep your eyes on the prize. I adjusted my tight skirt and tucked my black hair behind my ear.

Mark’s email came through as I was making dinner. I read the presentation after the meal and understood why he managed to get the campaign for so many years. I rehearsed the presentation easily ten times and recited it in my car the following morning.

“You’re ready?” asked Mr Wynn as I walked past his office.

“Yes, sir. I’ve got the presentation memorised word for word.”

“Don’t disappoint me.”

I rehearsed again about another three times when I got home that night and twice on the plane the following day. I landed in Munich at six pm and got to the hotel an hour later.

While unpacking, I remembered that I had completely forgotten about Elaine. It must’ve been my determination to win that made me forget about my high school friend, so I picked up the phone. “Hey, you. It’s Tracey.”

“Tracey. Oh, my God. Haven’t heard from you in months. What you been up to?”

“Working. Sorry that I’ve been so quiet. I’ve been busy. You know how it is.”

“I know that you’re obsessed with your job and dedicate too much time to it. Where are you now? What you up to?”

“About that. I’m actually in Munich.”

As she shrieked, I flinched and moved the phone away from my ear. “You serious?”

“Yes. I’ve got a presentation in the morning, then I leave at night.”

“What? So short? We have to see each other, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“When?” I asked.

“Tonight. I have to attend a friend’s bachelorette party, and it would be great to see you there.”

“I don’t know. It’s not exactly my scene.”

“Mine neither, but who cares? It’s for one night, and if I don’t see you tonight, then when?”

“I guess. It would be nice to see you after all this time…All right. Send me the address.”

Her text came through two minutes later, and I saw that it was a male strip club after Googling it. That was the last place I ever thought that I’d go to, but life is full of surprises. The thought of seeing half-naked, muscular men got me excited. God knew that it had been years since I had a good night out or an orgasm for that matter. Elaine was right about me dedicating pretty much most of my time to my work, but I loved it.

I arrived at the club in high heels, a white dress that reached above my knees and revealed my right shoulder. While paying the cover charge, I heard women screaming. I walked inside and saw a stripper in the middle of the dancefloor, with women surrounding him and clapping. Elaine stood up and waved.

I scuttled to her and embraced her as we swayed from left to right. “It’s so good to see you, my dear friend,” she said. “I’m glad you made it.”

“I couldn’t come into town and not see my Elaine.”

She grabbed my hand and escorted me to the table before introducing me to the bachelorette and her friends. While talking to them, I looked at the floor and saw a woman on her knees, giving a stripper a blow job. Oh, my God. What goes on in these types of places? A part of me was shocked, but the other part was excited, hoping that something exciting would happen to me.

Five strippers ran out onto the floor and got the ladies excited. I turned my head back to our circle and saw a divine human being. He was tall, had brown hair, a six-pack and a chest that looked chiselled out of stone. A vein ran through his bicep, and his triceps stuck out. I couldn’t even try to hide my smile.

He started dancing by the bachelorette but swiftly made his way to me. His hips swayed as he grabbed my hand and ran it down his abdomen. It felt amazing, and I wanted to touch him more. He turned around while holding my wrist, and he put my hands on his ass. The rest of the table cheered and gestured that I should spank his ass. They applauded after I did.

The stripper grabbed my wrists, raised me to my feet and put my hands around his neck. When he looked at my lips, I knew that he wanted to kiss me. I think he knew that I was shy when I looked down, so he grabbed my hand and pulled me. I looked back at Elaine and saw her gesture that I should go with him.

He pulled me backstage and scooped me into his arms. “Wait, this is crazy. I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t even know your name,” I said.

“Bobby,” he said before his lips crashed into mine.

He carried me to a dressing room and locked the door. I sat on a chair and watched him undress before he pointed at the floor. I presumed that he wanted me to kneel in front of him, so I did, then grabbed his cock. It was so hard and looked delicious. I looked up at him and smiled, and he nodded. I shoved it into my mouth and rubbed his balls, then heard him groan.

Bobby clutched my hair and pulled me to my feet. I thought that was a bit rude, but I figured it was part of foreplay.

After he undressed me, he sat on the chair and pulled me towards him, so I sat on top of him and wrapped my legs around. He inserted his dick inside me, and I put my arms around his neck. His dick pounded my g-spot. My mouth was open but my eyes closed as I felt pleasure that I hadn’t felt before.

He had his hands on my lower back as I screamed and experienced the best orgasm I ever had. Bobby grabbed my waist to suggest that I should slow down the bobbing. While he sucked my nipple and stroked my back, I ran my hand through his hair. He knew how to use his mouth, tongue and dick.

As he thrust, I sputtered screams. He sped up the pace, making me crane my head up and bounce. I looked down at him and saw him grimace just before he unloaded in me.

I got dressed and went back to the table. Elaine kept looking at me with a smile, but I looked down at my purse and pretended to hear my phone ring, so I took it out. I saw that Hans had sent me a message earlier in the evening to ask if we could meet an hour before the pitch to discuss the presentation. I replied that I thought it was a good idea.

The following morning, my head pounded like I had the worst hangover. That usually happened when I was stressed before a big occasion, but I kept it buried in my subconscious to avoid admitting it to myself.

My shoulders were tense and smiling felt like a chore. I made the mistake of taking a hot shower because it warmed my blood and made me want to go back to bed.

I got to the boardroom on time and slumped into the chair. My eyelids lowered involuntarily, and my body begged me to shut it down. I peered at the man who walked into the boardroom, then opened my eyes and leapt out of the chair. “Oh, my God. What are you doing here?”

“Hey, babe. What are the chances of this?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“Bobby, what are you doing here?”

“It’s me, Hans.”

I frowned. “What? You said your name is Bobby.”

“That’s my dancing name. We don’t give out our real names.”

My fingers pressed my temple, and I tightly squeezed my eyes closed. “No, this can’t be happening. How is this possible? How could you be a stripper and work for Global Ads?”

“I told you that I might not have a job soon, so I got that gig recently in case they gave me the boot. I’m not exactly the boss’s favourite.”

“Yeah, I figured that when we spoke on the phone.”

“What’s the harm? We had fun, and now, we’re gonna do a presentation and go our separate ways. Don’t look so stressed.”

“Well, I am.” Hans stepped behind me. “What are you doing?”

“Just relax,” he said and squeezed my shoulders. I closed my eyes and felt the tension subside the longer that he massaged me. “You know what would make you feel really good?”

“What?” I asked.

“A good bang.”

“What?” I asked because I was curious about what he had in mind.

“There are private bathrooms in the basement parking. Nobody goes there. Let’s go for a quickie. It will put a smile on your face so that you can be perky for the presentation.”

Hearing him say that was enough to put a smile on my face. “Are you sure?” I asked to avoid appearing like a desperate slut, not because I cared if he was.

“Of course.”

“All right. You go ahead, and I’ll keep a few metres distance behind so that it doesn’t look like we’re going in there together. Just in case.”

After we got inside, Hans pinned me against the wall and banged the living crap out of me. He was right about restoring my smile. As I got dressed, I said, “You go ahead. I’ll come out in a few minutes. I don’t want to risk it.”

I was putting my shoes on as he walked out, and I heard a key turn in the door. That was strange. I walked to the door and grabbed the handle, only to discover that the door was locked. What the hell? I pulled the handle again because I thought the door was jammed, but it didn’t budge. I banged on the door and shouted, “Let me out. Somebody, please. Help me get out.”

Banging on the heavy door for the next half an hour did nothing but bruise my hand. I continued banging with my other hand for about fifteen minutes, but nobody heard me.

The janitor opened the door four hours later. I ran up to the boardroom and saw that it was empty, so I walked to Hans’ desk after the secretary guided me.

I got up in his face. “What the hell was that all about?”

“What?”

“You locked me inside the bathroom, you ass.”

“Sorry, babe.”

“What do you mean, sorry, babe?”

“I wanted to impress my boss because I’m on my last leg with him, so I thought it would be best if I did the presentation.”

“You’re such an ass. Ugh!” I shook my head with clenched teeth. “How did it go? Were they happy?”

“No. They walked out after twenty minutes because they said I didn’t know what I was talking about and that I wasted their time. Hahahahaha.”

“This isn’t funny, you dweeb.”

“Come on. Lighten up, babe,” he said and put his hand on my shoulder.

I smacked his hand away.

My phone rang. “Hello.”

“Tracey. It’s Mr Wynn.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I just received a call from the Lux Jocks executives. They said that you didn’t even show up, and Hans had to cover for you.”

“Sir, I was on my way and -.”

“You’re fired!”

[Erotica Lust @EroticaRead]

SLEEPING WITH MY STEPSISTER WAS LUCRATIVE

“Don’t forget that Hannah is coming tomorrow,” said dad.

She was my stepsister who I had never met. Dad got remarried a few months ago to Adele after being divorced from mom for almost ten years. She had begged me to go live with her in Unalaska, but I wasn’t up for small towns and freezing conditions.

I loved mom more than dad since she was kind, and dad was a shrewd businessman who tried to teach me responsibility by making me work for everything that I wanted. I understood where he was coming from, but paying for my college tuition wasn’t easy. The only way I could manage that was by selling my stash.

The following day, I was in my room when I heard Adele talking to a female. I popped my head into the hallway and saw a blonde in a white tank top and jeans that revealed her tight ass and curvy legs. Her dimples showed and teeth glistened as she smiled.

“Hi, I’m Julian.”

“Hannah. Nice to meet you.”

“I’ll let you two get acquainted,” said Adele before walking off.

“Let me get that for you,” I said and grabbed her bag.

She smiled. “A gentleman. I like that.”

I walked first into the room and put her bag in front of the queen-size bed. Hannah looked at the wooden floor and the window in the roof, then ran her hand over the silk linen. “Your dad definitely has done well for himself,” she said.

“In business, yes. With family, not so much.”

“What do you mean?”

“The guy is in love with his businesses. He spends more time there than at home. That’s why he and mom got divorced.”

“I see,” she said and lowered her eyes to the floor. “Hope it works out between him and my mom.”

“I’ll be in the room next door if you need me,” I said and headed for the door.

“Oh.”

I smiled with my back to her as I left, knowing that Hannah had guys vying for her attention and I had separated myself from the pack by leaving.

In bed that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about how nice it would be to bend Hannah over the bed and give it to her doggy style. I wonder if she’s a screamer or one of those who moan while clenching her teeth and grimacing. Man, it would be nice to spank that ass. I can only imagine how soft her skin must feel.

I whipped out my dick and rattled it. After five minutes, I grabbed the tissues from the bedstand and covered my dick with them as I unloaded.

A knock on my door in the morning jolted me out of sleep. I yawned before opening the door. “Morning,” I said.

“Hi. You’re still in bed?” asked Hannah.

“Well, it is the holidays, right? What’s the point of getting up early?”

“Some of us exercise in the morning.”

“Okay. You need something?”

She stood on her toes and peeked over my shoulder into the room. “That looks interesting. What you got going on there?” she asked. I opened the door wider and gestured for her to come in. I figured that showing her my room would make her more comfortable around me. “What you got cooking up in here?” she asked while looking at my apparatus.

“My experiments. I’m studying medicinal chemistry.”

“Interesting. Have you come up with a drug that cures cancer?” she asked, smiling.

“Not quite, but I’m working on it. What do you do?”

“I’m studying to be a CFA.”

“A what?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Certified Financial Analyst. I’m working as a finance intern at this crappy company, but I applied for my dream job at New Horizon Investments, and they said that they’d definitely consider me once I get my CFA qualification. I saw by the way the CEO goggled at me during the interview that it’s in the bag. Then, I’m set for life.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but why did you visit us when your mom could’ve gone to you?”

“Well, I wanted to meet you and Mr Adler, but it was also an opportunity for me to get some money out of mom. I told her that I’m running low.”

“But you’ve got a job.”

A sly smile appeared on her face. “Any opportunity that I can squeeze cash out of mom, I’ll gladly take. She feels sorry for me because dad abandoned me, so she tries to heal my wound by funding me.”

“Good for you. All right. Thanks for stopping by. I’m sure you have to start training.”

Hannah gaped at me. I kept looking at her so that she would be the first to break eye contact. She turned around, shook her head and walked out of the room. I smiled and closed the door.

Two hours later, there was a knock on my door. I opened it and saw Hannah. Just as I thought. “What’s your problem?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re so quick to dismiss me. You’re such a jerk,” she said with a slight smile.

“Come in.”

I sat next to her on the bed, and we looked at each other and smiled. “You’re very beautiful,” I said.

Her eyes sparkled. “Thank you. That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

She smacked my shoulder, then smiled. As I grabbed the back of her neck and massaged it, she closed her eyes and lowered her shoulders. I squeezed her face and pulled her towards me, then kissed her. She ran her hand up my leg, and I grabbed her tit. I knew it was rushed, but I couldn’t help myself. My hands had a mind of their own, and they pushed Hannah to lie on her back before reaching down for her jeans.

I took off her jeans and looked at her pink panties before pulling it off. Her hairless pussy stared at me, begging for a lick. I parted her lips with my fingers and licked her before standing up and pulling down my pants.

“You got a condom?” she asked.

“No. Hope you don’t mind if I go raw.”

She closed her eyes, and I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs open. My toes pressed the floor as I raised my heels and thrust rapidly inside her.

“Yes! Yes!” she exclaimed.

I lay on her and grabbed the top of her head, then rammed her deeper. Her lips pressed against my ear, and her moans encouraged me to carry on. I ran my hand up her leg and felt her muscular thighs. Feeling her silky legs made me harder if that was even possible. She opened her eyes as I stopped penetrating.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I wanna see your ass.”

She smiled before bending over the edge of the bed and clutching the sheets. I stood behind her, spanked her and heard her giggle. I bit my lip and spanked her ass twice more, then heard her exhale a deep breath as I stuck my dick in.

Her moist pussy engulfed my dick, and I craned my head up and closed my eyes. I started with slow thrusts but sped up as the adrenalin rushed through me. My hands ran over her ass and down her legs. Something about feeling the muscles in her legs made me want to erupt.

“Oh, man,” I said.

“What?”

“I’m gonna cum,”

Hannah kneeled in front of me and smiled as I sprayed my load onto her chest. She licked off the last bit from my dick and stood up. I lay on the bed and watched her walk towards the cupboard. “What are you doing?”

“I need a towel to wipe this off me.”

I leapt off the bed. “No, wait!” I said as she lifted a towel.

“What the hell is this?” she asked and turned around.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Are you on drugs?” she asked, holding a bag of cocaine.

“No.”

“Then, why do you have this?”

“Promise me that you won’t tell anybody.” She nodded. “I’m selling it to pay for my tuition.”

“Why don’t you just ask your dad to pay? He’s loaded.”

“He doesn’t believe in handouts. That’s what he calls it. He actually doesn’t even want me to live here. He’s been telling me that I either get my degree or move out. There’s no way I can go live with my mom in Unalaska. What the hell am I supposed to do there? I have to get my degree to make something of my life, so I don’t have to sell that crap.”

“Who’s giving you the drugs?”

“I make it.”

“Here?”

“Yes.”

“How does Mr Adler think you make money?”

“I told him that I work at a nightclub. I do, but it’s selling drugs. Believe me, I don’t want to deal with shady characters and junkies. It’s the only way I can afford fifty grand annual tuition. You’re not gonna tell anyone?”

“Don’t see a reason why I should if you can do something for me?”

“What?”

“Well, your dad is drawing up a new will since he and my mom got married.”

“Right.”

“Mom is gonna be a beneficiary and so are you, which leaves me out of the picture. I want a piece.”

“There’s nothing I can do about that.”

“Not directly but indirectly, yes.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want half of everything that you’re getting. Draw up a legal document stating you have to pass fifty percent of everything that you inherit.”

“Forget it.”

“Fine. I’ll go tell your dad that you’re making drugs from his home and selling it,” she said and turned around.

“Wait.” She turned back to face me. “I can’t give you half of everything, but I’ll give you half of my portion of the house. That’ll be quite a significant amount.”

She looked up. “I’ll take it.”

I went to the family lawyer the following day and had him draw up a two-page contract, which he sent to me days later.

“There you go,” I said after I handed Hannah the contract.

She read the first page to ensure that the agreed clauses were stipulated but skimmed over the second page.

She smiled and grabbed a pen. “Great. I’m so glad that we’re on the same page.” She signed the document.

I took the contract and scanned it before emailing it to my lawyer. “I don’t know how to thank you,” I said with my back to her.

“For what?” she asked.

I spun in the chair to face her. “For agreeing to pay my tuition.”

“What do you mean?”

“Read the last clause on page two.”

Her smile faded before she snatched the contract out of my hand. “It says that I’m entitled to our agreement because I’ve accepted the responsibility of the cross-reference to Document B. What’s Document B?” I slid it off the table and gave it to her. She read it and said, “You bastard.”

“You see, Hannah, I knew that you were a money-hungry cow who wouldn’t read the document after the house part, so I slipped that last clause in there.”

“So what if it says that I’m taking on your student loan? I’ll still get your portion of the house, and I won’t pay your loan.” She smiled and flicked her eyebrows.

“You’ll be blacklisted if you don’t pay my loan. No company wants a finance candidate who’s on the blacklist, especially not a CFA.”

Hannah’s smirk evolved into a glare. “Okay, fine. At least, I’ll have a big sum from the house.”

“Oh, right. About that. You do know that it belongs to one of dad’s businesses? He’s only got twenty per cent ownership in that specific business. After the partner takes eighty percent of the sales price and your mom takes her share, we’ll split the rest between us. With inflation and taxes, it won’t be much, but you probably knew that since you’re financial.”

“I’m telling your dad about your drugs.”

“Go ahead. I can afford to live on my own now that you’ll be paying my college tuition.” I smiled. “Thanks.”

Written by Goran Radanovic

[Erotica Lust @EroticaRead]

USING MY BEACH HOUSE TO MAKE AMATEUR HOME PORN

"You're such a jerk, Ken. How could you exploit me like that to make an amateur home porn movie?" asked Suzie.

"What can I tell you, babe? It's good money."

"You've ruined my career. I was just about to become a partner at Gallaghan and Associates. I studied law for years and worked my butt off to make it. Now, I'm unemployed and nobody wants to hire me thanks to you."

Her eyes filled up with tears as she stared, waiting for me to give her the solution. I pursed my lips and shrugged. She bowed her head and quivered as tears spilt out of her eyes. "I'm gonna sue you for this."

"You can't prove it's me in the video with you or that I uploaded it, babe. My face is blurred."

"I hate you," she said and then ran out.

I went to my study and logged onto Youporn and saw that our video had more than 2 million views. "Ka-ching!" I checked all my other videos and saw that the lowest one had just over 1 million views. "Ah. The perks of owning a mansion on the beach."

The following day, I grabbed a drink from the fridge and went into the lounge, then looked up at the diamond chandelier. "That's amazing," I said while looking at the camera.

Even though I planted it there, I could barely see it due to the disguise. I looked at the painting on the wall of a woman looking at the couches and had to get up close to look in her eyes to see that they were camera lenses. Maybe I'm a jerk, but I'm a jerk who knows how to make money off it.

I opened the sliding door, stepped over the half-metre wall and felt the sand slither between my toes while looking at the babes playing volleyball. I took about twenty steps and said, "Hey, ladies. Mind if I join?"

"No, thank you," said the one with a wrinkled forehead and lowered eyebrows.

They carried on playing. It's fine. Not a problem. I need to get a lone wolf anyway. Those are the easiest targets.

I looked at the people tanning and saw mostly couples and some baby whales. There was no way I would bang anything but a hottie. As my head tilted right, I saw a brunette tanning topless. Her hair reached just below her shoulders, and the pink bikini exposed her round ass.

"Oh, my God," I said while admiring her brown skin and tits, which were slightly bigger than tennis balls. "All by herself and looking for somebody to spank her."

I walked up, and my shadow covered her body, but her eyes were closed. As I grunted, she peered and sat up before shading her eyes with her hand.

"Hi," I said.

"Yes."

"Didn't mean to disturb, but I couldn't resist this opportunity to tell you how wonderful you look."

She smiled. "Thanks."

"Ken," I said and extended my hand.

"Barbara."

"Oh, interesting. I'll call you Barbie, like Ken and Barbie." She chuckled. "Hope you don't mind if I sit."

"Not at all."

"You know what I really admire about you?" I asked. She raised her eyebrows. "I like the fact that you don't care what others think. You're chilling here topless, not giving a damn."

"Well, I guess it's just my personality. I also gained a lot of my confidence from my job."

"What might that be?"

"You can say I'm a model."

Oh, my God. I'm gonna make a fortune from this video. "Interesting. Very interesting. I can't say I'm surprised since you're so beautiful."

"What do you do?"

"I'm into bird watching."

"Really? Where do you do that from?"

"Mostly from my house." I looked over my shoulder and pointed at it.

"Wow. That's a nice house, and you're right on the beach. I can only imagine how gorgeous it looks inside."

"I've got some bird pictures at home I took that I'd love to get your opinion on. Then, I can give you a tour of the place." She smiled and looked at the sand. I knew that she was considering the safety aspect. "My place is right here. It's not like I'm gonna do anything crazy. If you think I'm a creep, you can run out and you're back on the beach."

She looked at me with a smile, and her eyes sparkled. "Well, I am curious to see how it looks inside...Okay."

"Great."

She packed her towel and hat into the bag, which I carried to appear like a gentleman.

I opened the sliding door and let her step inside first. Her eyes broadened as she looked up at the high ceiling, and she ran her hands along the leather couch. After I put her bag against the wall, I went to the kitchen and returned with a champagne glass.

"Oh, wow," she said. "You really do know how to charm a girl. I wouldn't be surprised if you use this place to lure girls in off the beach." She bit her lip and raised her eyebrow.

"Maybe once or twice," I said with a cheeky smile.

"This is such a beautiful house."

"I love it. It's everything to me. There's no way I'll ever let go of it. It's a part of me like my body organs."

"Shall we?"

"Right. Let's start here."

I showed her the wine cellar first, then the guest bedrooms and ended the tour with the master bedroom. We returned to the lounge, and I took her glass and went to the kitchen for a refill.

When I returned, I saw that her bag was on the coffee table. I sat beside her and handed her the glass. She smiled, and our hands brushed as she took it.

"Where are the bird photos you spoke about or was that just a ploy to get me here?" she asked with a smile.

"Maybe."

She tittered. I took the glass from her and put it on the table before cupping her face and leaning in for a smooch. My lips lowered to her neck and chest.

She lifted her legs and shifted to lie on her back. I crawled over and looked down. She grabbed my waist and pulled me, so my chest lowered down to hers.

I kissed her abdomen and pulled off her bikini, then chucked it on the floor. She giggled.

I stood up, pulled down my shorts, grabbed her legs and turned her so that she faces me. I stuck my dick in and watched her close her eyes. She moaned as her pussy sucked in my dick and moistened.

I leaned over the couch so that my dick would go in even deeper. She grimaced and showed her teeth. It wasn't the most comfortable position, so I pulled my dick out and sat beside her.

She sat on top of me with her back facing. I reclined on the couch and grabbed her waist while she jumped on my dick. She tossed her hair over to the other side and looked at me over her shoulder.

"Oooh, yeah. That's it," I said. "You know what daddy likes."

After she jumped on me for about ten minutes, I grabbed her hamstrings from underneath, lifted them and raised my bum off the couch to penetrate her.

"Oh, yes. That's it," she said. "Right there."

The rapid throbbing and her soft skin made me climax after five minutes, so I whipped out my dick and came on her stomach.

"Aaaaaaah, yes. That feels so good," I said and rattled my dick to get the last bit out."

After I opened the sliding door for Barbie to leave, I ran into the study and watched the footage. "It's perfect." I logged onto Youporn after blurring my face and uploaded it with the title 'Model in an Amateur Home Porn.'

Three days later, I logged in and laughed. "Oh, my God. This is even better than I thought."

The five million views exceeded my expectations. By the end of the month, I wouldn't have been surprised if it reached well over ten million views. My doorbell rang.

I opened the door and frowned after a man served me court papers. "What's this?"

"All the information is inside, Mr Patternick."

I closed the door and ripped the envelope open before smiling. Sorry, babe. You're not going to get a cent out of me just like nobody else was capable of doing.

I called Barbie. "Hi," I said and smirked.

"I presume that you've seen the papers."

"And I presume you've seen the video. Nice try with the lawsuit. My face is blurred, so you've got no proof. Don't even bother."

"I'm not going to; my agency is. See, I'm signed to Hardcore Entertainment, an adult company. Yeah, I'm a porn actress. So, nobody is allowed to use my face in videos, not even with my permission. Since I didn't know you recorded me, I haven't breached the contract. They've sued people before for the exact same thing that you've done and gotten a million dollars out of them. I'd say that's about the value of your house. You'll also have to take the videos down and pay them the earned income."

"Forget it. No proof, no win."

"Well, you see, Ken, I do have proof. After what you did to my sister, I had to cover all my bases."

"Who's your sister?"

"Suzie, the girl you also met on the beach. You ruined her life, and now, I'm gonna take what's most precious to you—your house. I was tanning topless deliberately so that I'd stand out, and you'd come to me. You're so predictable. Then, when we got to your house. I put my phone against my bag and recorded us having sex. So much for no proof. See you in court and say goodbye to your house, loser."

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I HAD SEX DURING A VACATION IN FRANCE

I never really thought that sex during a vacation could happen to me, but life is full of surprises.

"Are you sure that you want to go?" asked Mason. "You don't want to reconsider and stay with me for the summer?"

"I've been studying the whole year. I need some time to relax in France," I said.

"You gonna call me every day and miss me?"

I rolled my eyes with my back to him while packing. "Yes, Mason. I'll miss you."

"Don't forget who bought you the plane ticket and sorted out your accommodation."

How can I when you constantly keep reminding me? "I won't." Pity you won't pay my student loan.

Mason dropped me off at the airport and smothered me with kisses so that everyone around can gawk at us. I cracked a smile before going through the terminal and turned to wave. He blew several kisses and gesticulated that I should call him. I nodded and turned around.

When the plane touched down in Paris, I felt like the torment drained from my mind and body. My shoulders felt lighter and smiling felt genuine. Drivers brisked their cars, and shoppers snapped their heads left and right, trying to decide which shop to enter. The sun illuminated the city and caused sweat to form on my hairline, but the gentle breeze brushed it away.

"Oh, wow," I said, looking at a portrait an artist drew in front of me in the bustled square.

"You like?" he asked.

"It's fantastic. That painting looks exactly like the photograph."

"Thank you. I'm Jean," he said and extended his hand.

"Adriana. Nice to meet you."

"What a beautiful name to match your beautiful face."

I felt my cheeks heat up. "Thank you. That's nice of you."

"You are so beautiful that I would love nothing more than to do a portrait of you."

"Thank you, but it looks expensive. I'm a student, so I don't have the money."

"No payment. I do it for free. It would be my honour."

I smiled. "Oh, wow. I'm flattered."

"I tell you what. Let me finish this portrait, and I take you for a cup of coffee to get to know your personality so that I can really capture it in the painting."

"Sounds good."

I stood next to Jean and watched him finish the painting. The intensity in his face revealed his concentration and passion for art. There was nothing sexier to me than a man who had tremendous passion. My heart raced as I thought about going for coffee with a stranger, but it was a mixture of excitement and anxiety. More excitement. I was on vacation after all, and what's a vacation without a little spontaneous adventure?

"What are you studying?" asked Jean at the coffee shop.

"Design. I love it."

"Oh, interesting."

"That's one of the reasons I chose France. It's a fashion capital and because of the romance."

"Oh, so you like romance? I thought somebody as beautiful as you would have a boyfriend."

"I do." I sighed.

"Are you not romantic with him?"

"If I were, he would be here with me."

"What's the matter?"

"He's rich, so he buys me things and wants me to reward him by doing things his way. I like doing things my way and when I want to do them. He also expects me to be with him all the time."

"He's possessive?"

"Very."

"Okay, I understand. You like freedom. You want to express yourself without any restrictions."

"Exactly."

"Perfect. Now, I know exactly what to bring out in your portrait."

"Were you serious about doing it for free?"

"Absolutely. I suggest we go right now while the image of the portrait is fresh in my mind."

"Go where?"

"To my apartment. That's where I do some of my best work. It's quiet and has plenty of space. You'll feel comfortable."

"Um...okay."

Jean opened the massive door of his apartment and walked in first. The wooden floor was rugged, and the creamy walls had an alcove and a fireplace. Portraits on stands were covered with sheets and surrounded the empty lounge. A chandelier suspended from the ceiling and candle wall lights completed the renaissance atmosphere.

Jean handed me a cup of coffee. "Why don't you stand right there?" he said. "Look straight ahead, and you can sip the coffee if you want."

He pulled a cover off a stand and drew. After fifteen minutes, he called me to look. My lips parted, and my eyes widened as I looked at the head portrait. "Oh, my God. That looks exactly like me."

"You like?"

"I love it."

"You want me to carry on and draw the rest of you?"

"Yes."

"Okay, go back and put the coffee down." I obeyed. "Would you mind taking off that top?"

I've never done that before. What the hell? I took off my top and stood in front of him in my bra. He carried on drawing and called me ten minutes later to look again. I smiled and shook my head. It amazed me how he managed to capture my body shape perfectly and to get the lighting just right.

"Would you mind taking off your pants?"

Something about Jean's apartment and his professionalism made me feel comfortable and pushed my comfort zone. I stood in my g-string and bra in front of him so that he could complete the portrait. He finished twenty minutes later.

"That is incredible," I said, looking at the complete portrait.

"I think it's okay."

"What are you talking about? It's amazing."

"Remember, I said to you that you want freedom and to express yourself without any restrictions?"

"Yes, I do."

"This is almost there, but not quite."

"What do you mean?"

"I know that for you to feel full freedom, you have to let go of everything that doesn't show you completely."

"You saying you want me to pose completely naked?"

"That's the image I had in my mind back at the coffee shop. You'll see. It will be a masterpiece."

Hearing the word masterpiece made me smile because I was the subject. I've come this far. Why stop now? I unclipped my bra and pulled off my g-string. A smile appeared on Jean's face as he peeked over the portrait.

He finished and showed it to me. My perky breasts were perfectly shaped, and my little bush drew even more attention downstairs.

"You are a masterpiece," said Jean.

My eyes sparkled as I kept looking at it. Jean raked my hair to tuck it behind my ear and expose my neck. Our eyes locked, and the attraction between us sucked us in. His lips crashed into mine, and our tongues swirled in each other's mouths. Jean scooped me into his arms and carried me to his bedroom.

He lay me on the bed and kissed my neck before lowering his lips to my breasts. He sucked my nipples and left a trail of kisses to my stomach. I opened my legs as his chin brushed my pubes. Jean rubbed my clit, then licked it.

"Oh, God. That feels so good," I said.

He stood in front of the bed and clutched my legs to pull me closer to the edge. After pulling down his jocks, Jean tapped his dick on my pubes and slid it down to my pussy. My eyes closed as he put the head in and hooked my heels onto his shoulders.

"Yes!" I shrieked. I opened my eyes and saw Jean's wrinkled forehead and clenched teeth as he thrust harder. "Oh, God. Yes. That's it. Give it to me."

He squeezed my tits and carried on banging me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my mouth parched.

"Turn over," said Jean.

I got into the doggy style position. He stuck his dick in me and then grabbed my arms and pulled them back. When he grabbed my hair and tugged it, the corners of my eyes wrinkled, and my face flushed.

Jean spanked my ass, then grabbed my hips before thrusting harder. I had never been that wet before. He slowed down and ran his hand up my back, then down and dipped his thumb into my ass.

He put his hand over my stomach and lay me beside him to spoon me. His other hand squeezed my tit as his lips brushed my neck.

Jean bit my earlobe and ran his hand down my leg before sliding his hand in between my legs to tickle my pubes. His groans revealed that he enjoyed it.

"Oh, my God. I'm gonna cum," said Jean.

I lay on my back and watched him wince as his load splattered on my chest and stomach. A few drops landed on my pubes.

Jean walked me to the door and hugged me. "I'll call you," he said.

He did, three days later. "Can you come over to my place?" he asked.

I was convinced he wanted more sex, so you won't hear me complain. I wore a coat and nothing underneath, hoping that he would paint me again and have his way with me afterwards.

"I've got something to tell you," he said in the lounge. "I hope you won't be mad. That portrait I did of you, I put in on sale on an online auction."

"What? Other people saw it?"

"Yes. It went viral on social media, and some rich guy bought it."

"For how much?"

"The highest bid was fifty thousand euros. To make it up to you, I'll share half with you."

"Fifty thousand euros?"

"Yes."

"Wow, With twenty-five thousand euros, I'll be only a few thousand dollars short of paying my student loan."

"So, you're not mad?"

"Not when that much money is concerned. Just out of curiosity, who bought it?"

Jean logged onto his banking profile. "A guy called Mason Logan."

I burst out laughing. "Oh, my God. What are the chances? He must've seen the portrait and didn't want anybody else to have a piece of me, so he bought it. I knew that I'd get him to pay my student loan one way or another. High five."

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I Entertained the Thought of Cheating on My Husband

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THE ONE LIE A BIG BREASTED BLONDE TOLD

Just because I'm a big breasted blonde doesn't mean that I'm stupid and I fall for lame pickup lines.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" asked a guy at the traffic light as I crossed the road.

I rolled my eyes and carried on walking. I looked straight to avoid eye contact, but I saw from the corner of my eye guys staring at my chest. Some of them even puffed and shook their heads. It's like their reactions gave me insight into their thoughts about what they would do to me if I gave them the time of day.

"I seem to have lost my number. Can I have yours?" asked a guy at the next block.

Before walking into the office, I went to the bathroom to check my hair. I was glad to see that it glistened and cascaded off my shoulders. My bulging chest tightened the white top, and the black skirt fit perfectly to reveal my curves. The heels heightened me by five centimetres. I smiled and headed for the office.

The same culprits turned to look at me as I walked in. I had no choice but to be friendly to them.

I stopped at the shop on my way home. As I stood on my toes to reach for the cereal, a hand landed on my shoulder. I flinched and gasped.

"Sorry to scare you. Just wanted to tell you that you're so beautiful," said some loser.

I gaped and shook my head while walking away. Talk about bad timing.

At home, I dumped the grocery bag onto the counter and slumped onto the sofa before puffing. There's no way I can carry on like this. Next time, some stalker could follow me home and hurt me. And those pickup lines, yuk. I thought about buying a car to drive to work, but I enjoyed the walk as a fitness regimen.

I crossed the road and walked into a clothing store. After picking out an outfit, I went to try it on. "Perfect," I said, looking at the mirror. The baggie, ripped jeans and check shirt made me look overweight, and the beanie hid my blonde hair. The thick glasses made me look geeky, and the All-Star sneakers completed the skater girl look.

I test drove my new look the following morning and smiled all the way to work. Not one catcall or stare for the entire three blocks. Must be my lucky day.

The culprits at the office frowned and looked at each other when I walked in. I compressed a laugh, and I couldn't wait for five o'clock to try out my new look again.

I spun in my flat and looked at the mirror. "Isabelle, you look fantastic. You should've thought of this years ago."

The same scenario played out for the rest of the week. Not being bothered felt like I had regained my freedom. I could look men in the eye on the street and not worry about them ogling. They were the first ones to look away.

On my way home on Monday afternoon, I saw a guy looking in my direction from the other side of the road. I thought that he saw somebody familiar around me, so I carried on walking. He scampered across the road and intersected my path.

"Excuse me," he said.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to disturb you, but I had to let you know that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. There was no way I could let this opportunity pass me by and let you go without telling you."

I frowned as my lips curled. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, you look divine. I love your look. It's so down-to-earth and refreshing."

"That's so sweet. I didn't think anybody would see it that way."

"By the way, I'm Noah," he said before extending his hand.

I loved that name. It sounded so gentle and like he was some kind of a prophet who had a message that would enlighten me. That sounds crazy, but I really felt that way. I guess it didn't hurt that he had curly, brown hair, stubble covering his pale face and an elegant coat that complemented his fit physique.

"Isabelle."

His smile was contagious and forced me to show my teeth. "Isabelle, you say? How delightful." I loved his British accent and that he spoke like a character out of a Victorian play. "I'm sorry, Isabelle. Do forgive me for staring. I just can't help myself."

I smiled and looked down while feeling that my cheeks had flushed. "Not a problem."

"Is there any way that I could grab your number and touch base with you? Nothing would make me more jolly than hearing your voice again."

"Sure."

I put my number into his phone and gave it to him. His hand brushed mine, and our eyes locked. The sparkle in his eyes made me feel safe.

"I'm sorry. I do have to rush," he said. "It was wonderful meeting you, Isabelle."

I watched him cross the road and wished that he would turn around and wave. No such luck. I couldn't stop thinking about our encounter on the way home, and I felt like it was something out of a fairy tale.

Can't believe there's somebody who doesn't gawk at my breasts while talking to me and my simple look fascinates him. I checked my phone an hour later and saw messages only from friends. It's fine. I'm sure he'll call tomorrow. He didn't.

My lips were tight, and I glared on my way to work. Who the hell does he think he is ignoring me?

While binge-watching at home with an ice cream tub, my phone rang. "Hello," I said.

"Isabelle, it's Noah. How are you?"

"Fine."

"I do apologise for not calling sooner. I've been here at the hospital looking after my sister."

"Oh, what happened?"

"She has these terrible migraine attacks and checks into a hospital every couple of months. This time, it was really bad."

"How long has she been there for?"

"Since the afternoon we met. I found out an hour before I ran into you, and I was actually on my way here when I saw you."

Awww. That's so sweet. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"She's feeling better, and I thought, what better way to get my mind off things than to catch up with you?"

"I'd love to."

"Great. I'm so looking forward to it."

I stood in front of the mirror the following night and wondered about which outfit to wear. If Noah thinks he's seen the best of me, he ain't seen nothing yet. My blonde hair curled and the tight pink dress revealed my cleavage and showed my legs.

The following night, I walked towards the restaurant. "Woah," said the waiter when he opened the door for me.

Noah perused the menu as I approached. I smiled and couldn't wait to see his response.

"Hi," I said.

He looked up and frowned. "Hi." His eyes widened, and his lips parted as he leaned in. "Isabelle, is that you?"

"Yes."

He stood up and kept the bemused look on his face. "I don't know what to say."

"Maybe, compliment my look. I did it for you."

"For me?"

"Yes. I thought you'd like it."

"Is this how you dress and who you really are?"

"Actually, yes. The other look was to avoid all the creeps who approach me."

"So, you lied to me?"

My smile faded. "No. I just felt comfortable with you to show you the real me."

He looked down and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Noah," I said as he dashed out of the restaurant.

I scuttled after him and almost stumbled outside. Damn these high heels. "Noah, wait. Please." He stopped. "I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd react like this."

"You lied to me. The Isabelle I met is not the one who's standing in front of me."

"I thought that you'd like this Isabelle more."

"No, I don't. The reason I was so smitten with you is that you reminded me of my late wife. She used to dress exactly the way you looked."

"How did she pass away?"

"We were involved in a car accident. I kept looking at her during our conversation and an oncoming car swerved into my lane and hit us. It's all my fault. Seeing you in those clothes brought back so many happy memories for me. It's like I was standing in front of Emma again."

Oh, my God. Can he be any more wonderful? "I'm really sorry to hear that. I didn't dress that way to lie to you. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Please. I'm actually begging you. This is not something you'll ever see me do."

"Well, now that you mention it. Nothing would give me greater joy than feeling close to Emma again."

"Okay. What can I do?"

"Would you dress the way you did and let me be with you?"

We went back to my place, and I put the outfit on. Noah smiled and asked me to spin around. After the spin, I sat beside him and smiled. He put his phone on the table, grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes.

"You look beautiful," he said.

He unbuttoned the check shirt, kissed my shoulders, slid his hand down to my groin and rubbed over my jeans. I leaned back and took off the glasses.

"No, don't do that. It'll ruin the moment. I want you to look just like Emma."

I put the glasses back on. He pulled off my jeans, then the g-string and opened my legs. He rubbed my pussy and licked it, and I closed my eyes and moaned while running my hand through his hair. Noah waggled his tongue and fiddled with my clit.

"Oh, God. That feels good," I said.

He rushed to get undressed, then stuck his dick in me and thrust. My eyes closed as I craned my head up and parted my lips.

"Yes. That's it," I said. Noah thrust harder, and I screamed louder. "Oh, God. That's it."

After 15 minutes of missionary, he smacked my thighs. I knew that meant I should get on my hands and knees.

He grabbed my waist and pushed his dick in. God, it was so hard and girthy. The corners of my eyes wrinkled as I closed them and clenched my teeth. Noah clutched my hair and pulled it back.

"I'm cumming."

I turned around and kneeled in front of him. His load splattered on my face. "Aaaaaahhh."

I was disappointed that it was brief, but I understood that he needed to get used to me and that next time would be much longer.

When I hugged him at the door, his lips crashed into mine. I pulled him inside, but he resisted. He knew how to end on a high note and leave me wanting more.

After I closed the door, a phone rang. I looked at the table and saw that it was Noah's. The caller id showed it was Sis. That must be his sister. I don't wanna answer anybody else's phone, but what if it's a life and death emergency and she has to get hold of him?

"Hello, this is Noah's phone. Isabelle speaking."

"Hi. Can I speak to Noah, please?"

"Sorry. He left his phone at my place. I presume you're his sister."

"Yes, I am."

"I'm so sorry to hear about your terrible migraines and being hospitalised."

"I don't have any migraines, and I'm definitely not hospitalised."

"Oh. Maybe it's another sister."

"I'm the only sister Noah's got."

"Just out of curiosity. What was Noah's wife's name?"

"He's never been married."

"I see."

Noah knocked on my door the following day. "Hi. I left my phone here yesterday."

"Your sister called."

"She did?"

"She's never had migraines and said that you've never been married." He looked down. "I'm wondering why you lied and made up that whole story."

"You looked insecure in that clothing, and I like taking advantage of insecure girls. Then, when I saw you at the restaurant, I was actually blown away, but it was the perfect opportunity to speed up the sex by making you feel guilty for lying."

"You're sick. You know that?" He remained stolid. More proof that he was a psycho. "I'm actually glad that I met you because it made me realise that being myself is what's best for me."

"Why's that?"

"Even though I attract immature guys when I dress my usual self, I attract psychos when I'm not myself. So, it's always best to just be me. Thanks for showing me that."

"You're welcome."

I snorted a laugh. "Get out."

I walked to work the following morning in my usual attire and a smile on my face. When I approached road works, I tip-toed on the cobblestone to avoid getting my heel stuck.

"Watch your step, darling," said a construction worker.

"That's so nice of you. Thank you."

"I wouldn't want you falling for somebody else."

I grimaced. "Ugh!"

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SHOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN FREAKY WITH A LATINA MAID

During Maria's first two weeks with us, I chatted her up several times but got interrupted every time by my wife. Maria was 19, had perky tits and a round ass that I wanted to bounce off if in the doggy style. Her thick, black hair cascaded off her shoulders and curled in some strands. Who could blame me for wanting to get freaky with a Latina maid?

"Do you like what you see, Mr Walter?"

Maria was referring to how she cleaned my office, but I kept my eyes on her figure while she washed the windows and wiped my desk.

"Everything looks good to me."

She returned my smile and locked in eye contact. I got hard and wanted to bend her over the table, but the phone rang. I spoke to a friend while watching her bend over to put the cloth and disinfectants into the bucket. Wonder if she does that to tease me. As soon as she walked out, I needed a second opinion.

"Do you think I stand a chance with this hottie?" I asked my friend on the line.

"Young girls love older men. They don't want to waste time with young guys who are timid and afraid to grab them by the neck and pin them to the bed for a hard bang."

"You reckon?"

"Absolutely. They get a thrill from riding married men. It's an accomplishment to them."

Maria popped her head into the office. "I'm going now, Mr Walter."

"Great job today. Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow."

She smiled and waved, and more blood rushed to my dick. I walked into the kitchen and kissed Debbie.

"Remember that we're going to my parents' house on Friday?"

Damn it. I forgot about the weekend plans. "Suuure."

The following morning, Debbie nudged me awake. "You have to get to work, sleepyhead." I grimaced and groaned, then rubbed my forehead. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not feeling too well."

"What's the matter with you?"

I looked at her with droopy eyelids and answered, "Got a massive headache."

"Take some pills and see how you feel during the day."

Before I walked into the house after work, I loosened my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and hunched over while peering. Debbie was in the kitchen when I walked in.

"How you feeling, baby?" she asked.

"Terrible. The headache pills didn't help."

She felt my forehead. "You sure you're not coming down with something?"

"Maybe."

"Okay. Go lie in bed, and I'll bring you dinner."

She had never done that before. Not only was I going to get dinner in bed, but I didn't have to make small talk with her like every other night. I could've cared less about the gossip that she got from our neighbours and her hairdresser. She should've focused more on finding part-time work.

"You're still not feeling well?" she asked in the morning. I shook my head and squinted. "You poor thing. I should call mom and tell her that we can't make the family gathering."

"No, don't do that. You go ahead. I know you've been looking forward to this for weeks."

"Are you sure, baby? I don't want to leave you here alone when you're under the weather."

"I just need to rest. It's all the stress from the work that's bogged me down."

"You sure?" I nodded. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead. "Thank you for being a sweetie. Call me if you need anything," she said.

I heard Debbie tell Maria that she was on her way out to the airport. As soon as I heard the front door shut, I leapt out of bed. I walked into the lounge and saw Maria dusting the paintings. She turned around and gasped as she saw me.

"Mr Walter. I didn't know that you were at home."

"I hope that's not a problem."

"No, not at all. It's your house."

I stepped towards her and said. "You've been working hard, Maria. Why don't you take a load off and have a seat?"

"Okay."

She walked around the couch and sat next to me. "Tell me about your dreams and goals. What do you want to become?"

"I'm studying to be a designer."

"Oh, nice. I was actually thinking about doing some renovations to the house. Maybe you can give me some pointers."

"Sure."

"Let me get us something to drink first."

I returned with a bottle of wine and saw her checking her phone before putting it on the table. Her phone beeped as I poured a glass, but she ignored it. When I handed her a glass, I smiled and toasted. "To good times."

After we spoke for a few minutes, I said, "Your shoulders look a bit stiff." She rolled them. "Here. Let me help you," I added.

She turned her back to me, and I massaged her shoulders. I leaned forward and saw that her eyes were closed as she moaned. "That feels very nice, Mr Walter."

"It's going to be even nicer if you lie down." I grabbed her arm and escorted her to my bedroom. "Go ahead," I said as we stood in front of the bed.

After she lay on the bed, I sat on top of her and rubbed her back. "Let's get this shirt off of you so that you can really enjoy the massage." I massaged her back for a few minutes before making my way to her legs. "Do you want to take your leggings off?"

"Sure."

Her voluptuous butt-cheeks swallowed in her g-string. I sat on top of her, and my boner poked her ass. My heart was racing. "Should we be doing this, Mr Walter?"

"Oh, yes, we should," I said, breathing deeply.

I kept looking at her ass, and my hands wandered off without me having any control. I pulled down her g-string, then grabbed her waist to get her ass to perk up. She shifted to the edge of the bed after I stood in front of it.

"Oh, yes, baby. That's the type of ass daddy likes." I said while unzipping my pants.

Maria was on all fours as I tapped my dick on her ass. I stuck my dick in, and she moaned, her pussy felt tight. I squeezed her cheeks and shifted forward so that my dick would go in deeper.

"Aaaaah, Papi. Give it to me," she said.

She wheezed as I thrust. I spanked her ass, then clutched her shoulders to speed up the penetration. Maria grimaced and screamed.

After giving it to her doggy for about fifteen minutes, I told her to flip over onto her back. She spread her legs open, and I tapped my dick on her clit before slipping it in. Her pussy engulfed my dick as I pushed it in all the way. I grabbed her ankles and thrust.

"Keep going, Papi," she said about half an hour into the sex.

As I was about to cum, I heard. "Maria!"

I pulled my dick out, turned around and saw a guy at the bedroom door. He was tanned, in a vest and stocky.

"Miguel, what are you doing here?" she asked while covering herself with the duvet.

"You don't respond to my messages the whole day. I call, and you don't answer. I'm going out of my mind because I'm worried about you. What's wrong with you? And who the hell is this?" he asked stepping towards me.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"

POW!

When I regained consciousness, I was lying on the floor. I sat up and saw red patches on my shirt. My nose was broken when I looked in the mirror.

After checking the house to see if anybody was still there, I went to the doctor. Not only was my nose crooked, but it was also swollen and bruised.

I had the TV on loud while watching it in the bedroom on Saturday night. I toned it down after I heard somebody in the corridor.

"Surprise," said Debbie as she burst into the room. Her smile subsided. "Oh, my God. What happened to you?" She scampered to the bed.

"Somebody broke into the house and beat me up."

She grimaced "What? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. What are you doing here early? You're only supposed to be back tomorrow."

"I was worried about your health, so I came back. I'm glad I did. When did this happen? Did you call the police?"

"No."

After being by my side for a few minutes, Debbie inspected the house and returned to the bedroom. "That's funny. I don't see anything missing."

"Maybe they heard the neighbours after they knocked me out and got scared, so they ran away."

There's no way she's going to know about my affair with Maria. I was chuffed with myself for covering all of the bases.

Debbie and I were in the kitchen on Monday morning when Maria walked in.

"Oh, my God," said Debbie. "What happened to your face?"

"My boyfriend did this to me."

"Why?" Debbie looked at me after she noticed Maria staring at me. "What's going on here?" She frowned, stepping towards me. "I rush home to attend to you, and I find that you're no longer sick. Both of your faces are bruised. What's going on, Walter?" She turned to Maria. "Did your boyfriend hit my husband?" She nodded.

Debbie's mouth slacked open, and her eyes widened as she turned to me. "I serve you dinner in bed and try to be the best wife that I can be, and this is how you repay me. You son of a bitch."

POW!

She busted my nose open.

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A Playboy Husband and My Gorgeous Friend

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MAKE ME SQUIRT OR I'LL SNIP YOUR BALLS OFF

I rolled my eyes when Bradley morphed into a demon while shooting a load inside me. He was one of the many men who could not make me squirt. I left all of them after the first sexual encounter.

Bradley was an investment banker who turned me on when I saw how harshly he treated his employees. I thought he would be alpha in the bedroom and the first to make me squirt. Pity, I was wrong. His financial assistance helped to make my dream of opening a make-up studio come true, so I stayed with him.

"What's going on with you?" he asked in bed when I refused sex for the third night in a row.

He had gotten used to daily sex, but I could not stand to have him touch me anymore. What was the point? Staying with him didn't mean I had to be his whore.

He stroked my back the following night in bed and nibbled my neck. I raised my shoulders.

"Catherine, what's gotten into you? All of a sudden, it's like I'm a revolting monster whom you don't want to touch."

That was exactly how I felt, but I used a headache as an excuse. When he flipped over, my eyelids dropped as I puffed. I wondered what excuse I would use the following night.

He smiled when he walked into the house the following day with flowers in hand.

A smile flitted across my face as I smelt the roses. Then, I wondered about his intention. It came up during dinner.

"I thought we could pick up from where we left off last time," he said.

"There's nothing to pickup from. You finished last time."

He frowned as his lips tightened. "That's not what I was expecting to hear after buying you flowers."

"So, you only bought flowers to get me to have sex, not because I'm special?"

He put his hand over mine. "No. Not at all, sweetie. It's just that I thought you'd appreciate what I did."

"And reward you by sucking your dick?"

Bradley grimaced and flung his napkin onto the table. "Just forget it."

Not giving him what he wanted and upsetting him made me glee at accomplishing retribution. After all, how did he think I felt when he could not make me squirt? That was his only responsibility. Well, that and the money. Otherwise, I did not have a use for him.

"I think we should take some time to be apart," I said at the restaurant the following night.

He raised his eyebrows while picking his teeth with his tongue. "Excuse me?"

My gaze lowered to the plate. "It'll be good for us to spend time on our own, maybe see what else is out there."

"See what else is out there?" he said before gaping. "Are you breaking up with me?" I gulped and avoided eye contact. Even I had a heart. After all, he did help me to start a business. "I can't believe this," he said. "After everything that I've done for you, this is how you repay me."

"Sorry."

"That's it, sorry? What's actually going on?"

"Nothing," I said, shaking my head.

"Tell me the truth, Catherine, and stop being a little bitch."

"Excuse you? Who the hell are you to call me a bitch?"

"I'll call you whatever I want."

"Screw you. You wanna know what it is, huh? You wanna know?" I asked, putting my hands on the table and raising my bum.

"What?"

"You can't even make me squirt, so what's the point of having sex with you?" I asked before storming out.

Bradley called me the following day, but I let the phone ring. He did the same thing for the rest of the week before I blocked his number.

My back was facing the door when my 2 o'clock appointment walked in.

"Sorry I'm late," he said.

"Oh, no worries. Give me a -." The rest of the sentence vanished when I turned around.

Stubble covered his face and matched his black hair. His teeth sparkled like his green eyes. The tight shirt revealed his broad pecks and curvy biceps. I felt my cheeks flush as I glanced at his groin. I looked at the diary.

"Judd?" I said.

"That's me."

"You're here for the full-body make-up."

"Yep."

"You can follow me to the back."

I showed him the studio where he could change and told him I would return. My heartbeat sped up when I thought about going back to him. Just thinking about seeing him naked made me wet. After putting more lipstick on, I flung my hair over my shoulder to reveal my neck before spraying perfume.

A tan covered Judd's naked body. I peeked at his dick before smiling at him. When his left eyebrow raised, I suspected that he had noticed.

"Hope you don't mind me asking why the full-body," I said.

"I've got a photo shoot. It's for some bizarre magazine that's coming out."

"Okay," I said, getting on my knees to start with his feet.

"It's an interesting job you've got."

"You think so? I think it's interesting that you're a model," I said, looking up at him.

I so badly wanted to glance at his dick again. His prolonged stare and his smile made me look down. For the first time in my life, I met a man who intimidated me.

Judd put his hand on top of my head as the brush stroked over his knee. My lips parted when I looked up at him. He grinned and pulled the back of my head toward his dick.

My eyelids lowered as I stared at it. My lips groped his dick, and my tongue swirled around the head. I jerked him off while sucking his balls. Judd craned his head up and moaned.

After blowing him for a few minutes, I stood up and ran my hands down his chest to his abs. Oh, God, that was amazing. The grooves in his abs moistened my lips.

I turned around, and he pushed my shoulders. I bent over the table and clutched the corners. My eyes averted as Judd stuck his dick into my pussy. He ran his hands up my legs before hunching over me and raising my chin with his forearm.

"Oh, God. Oh, yes! That's it. Oh, my God," I yelled as he thrust.

His dick went in all the way. I got wetter but not enough to spurt out the fluid. My teeth clenched, and my face flushed as he spanked my ass several times and called me a dirty whore.

"Come. Flip over," he said.

I lay on the table and hooked my heels on his shoulders. Judd clutched my shoulders and hammered me. He stopped after about ten minutes and spread my legs open. He licked my pussy and stimulated my clit. I arched my back and opened my mouth while panting.

"Oh, God! That's it," I exclaimed.

Judd tapped his dick on my clit before shoving it into my pussy and penetrating. My forehead wrinkled, and I frowned while reaching a climax.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," I said.

He pulled his dick out and rubbed my pussy. My stomach tightened as I raised my head off the table and screamed. Fluid gushed out of my pussy and onto Judd's chest.

He smiled, looking at my grimaced face as I held his arm. I panted and frowned as more fluid sputtered out of my pussy. Sweat had formed on my hairline.

When Judd got dressed, I told him that we should continue the body painting. He said that he would come in tomorrow.

The bastard lied. I tried to forget about him but couldn't. How could I? He was the only man to make me squirt. I checked the diary and saw that I had jotted his number when I made the booking.

"Judd speaking."

"Hi. Catherine here. Just wanted to follow up on our appointment."

"Oh, yeah. Totally forget about that. I won't need to come in anymore."

"Not?"

"No. Thanks for the call. I've gotta go."

I gaped when he hung up. What the hell? The conversation was on my mind for the rest of the day.

A client shrieked when I poked her in the eye with the mascara pencil.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. My apologies."

Damn that man if he thinks he's going to leave me hanging dry.

I called Judd the following day. "What is your problem?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"We had mind-shattering sex, but you don't want to see me. What's the deal?"

"It's nothing."

That was all I needed to hear to know something wasn't right. "You better tell me, or I'll make you regret it." He chuckled. "Judd, don't tempt me. Stop playing games and tell me."

"You really wanna know?"

"Yes."

"Your boyfriend, Bradley, hired me to have sex with you, then leave you and never see you again."

I frowned. "What? Why?"

"He said that you left him because he couldn't make you squirt, so he wanted payback by giving you what you wanted, then depriving you of it."

"What? That doesn't make any sense. You can take his money and still have sex with me."

"I can't. He made me sign an NDA."

"You're joking? So, this whole thing was a setup. Are you even a model?"

"Kind of. I'm an escort."

"Can you come to my studio tomorrow?"

"Sure," he said.

I called Bradley and told him to come to the studio an hour after my appointment with Judd.

The lights were off when he walked in. He called out my name, but I remained silent. When he called my name the third time, I said, "Get undressed."

"Ooh. I like that."

I told him to keep quiet before leading him to a chair and telling him to spread his legs. After I tied his legs to the chair, I handcuffed him behind his back. He shrieked when I switched the lights on.

"Oh, my God! What is that?" he asked, looking at Judd.

Judd was unconscious and tied naked to a chair with blood covering his groin and parts of his legs.

"That's what you get for trying to pull a fast one over me."

I took the scissors off the table and snipped them a few times while walking towards Bradley and looking at his groin. His eyes bulged, and his jaw lowered.

"No, please. No. Don't. Please, I'm begging you. Don't cut my balls off. Please."

I snipped the scissors as I hovered them over his dick. His face turned red and tears formed in his eyes. I sneered.

He whimpered. "Please, don't hurt me. I didn't mean to do it. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want."

"You sick bastard. You had him sign an NDA. Look what I did to him."

Tears slid down his eyes. "Please, Catherine. Don't hurt me. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes. Anything."

I held a phone to his mouth and pressed record. "Say that the NDA is void. It has no legal bearing whatsoever."

"What difference does it make? He's dead."

"Just say it!" I yelled. "Or do you want me to snip your balls off?"

"Okay, okay. The NDA is void. It has no legal bearing."

I pressed stop before untying him. "Now, get out. The sight of you makes me sick."

After he dashed out, I looked at Judd and felt proud of how realistic my work looked. "You can open your eyes. He's gone," I said to Judd.

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A Cheating Stepmom Bangs Her Stepson for Money

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