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The Proposition Pt 5
I have been Mr. Alexander's personal sex toy for the better part of a month. After the first two weeks, I had given up going home at all. There was no point, I was on call for whenever he wanted me and the man had a healthy appetite. For the last few days, he had been coming home for his lunch hour for quickies in the laundry room, or the bed, or the kitchen counter, and one time in the car when he was in a particular hurry and called me down to meet him in the garage for a back seat romp. After making him wait a week to enter me, he was sure to make up for lost time. This morning before he left for work he informed me that he was going to be in meetings all day and wouldn't be coming home but I should stay available just in case. I really had nothing to do, my rent was paid months in advance and all my bills had been paid up. Plus, at the demand of my employer, now that I had a bank account set up there was no need to leave, I could do all of my shopping and pay all of my utilities online. I had made myself completely available. I sit in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal, casually skimming through the pages of the abandoned newspaper, when my phone rings. It's a number I don't recognize but I answer it anyway. "Hello?" I am met with the familiar voice of Mr. Alexander's assistant Kayleigh. "Hello, Elizabeth? I'm calling to inform you that Mr. Alexander has requested that you join him for lunch today in at his office." I'm at a loss for words. Do people know what we do? How do I introduce myself? Am I his escort... his whore...his girlfriend? "Like where he works?" She doesn't hide her laughter. "Yes, here... where he works. He wants you to be here at 2 o'clock, please don't be late." I agree and she cheerfully ends the call, "Okay, I will put you on the schedule and see you at 2." I check my phone, it's only noon so I have time to get take a shower and get ready. I'm suddenly not hungry anymore so I dump the remaining bowl of cereal down the drain and head to my room to get ready. I rummage through my closet and pull out a little black dress with a zipper down the back and a pair of black heels to match. After pairing my jewelry, I walk over to the drawers containing my panties and lingerie. Keeping with the business theme, I pull out a pair of black stockings and the garter and bra and panties that go with them. Mr. Alexander had chosen the ensemble the night I was cleared for intercourse. He had me crawl around in it before fucking my brains out; I hoped for the same results today. I take a quick shower and fix my hair, apply my makeup and hop into my outfit when right on queue, Cornelius knocks on my door. "Miss, we must go now or you'll be late," I shout my acknowledgment as I give myself one more go over in the mirror, a few moments later we are in the car and pulling into traffic. My stomach is in knots the way it was when I was first brought to his apartment, I am part nervous part ready to cum. In the three years of being a prostitute, I had never come. Most likely because I never enjoyed it. It was just a job, a way to survive, never anything pleasurable or desired. I wanted him, I needed him to an extent. Beyond the money and the upgrade on life, my body ached for him. Smelling his cologne when he left for work in the morning made my pussy wet and come 6 o'clock, I would sit like a trained dog and wait eagerly for him to come home. I wouldn't say I was necessarily in love with him, I was in love with the way I would feel after one of our hour-long fuck sessions. My body felt like there was electricity coursing through my veins. I felt as if I could conquer the world, I felt confident and sexy and valuable, and everything I didn't feel whoring around for next to nothing.
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
That Time with Belly Dancer
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Learning to Ride
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A Simple Crush Gone Dirty
I was at a bar with some colleagues from work after a long day. I was wearing a rose gold velvet tank top with spaghetti straps and lace trimmings; low cut enough to show off just the right amount of cleavage. I had paired it with some tight grey skinny jeans and a black leather jacket. I wore the outfit for him. His name was Colin Barter. He was my crush from the office. I would occasionally catch him checking me out, and I’m not going to lie, I really liked it when he looked at me the way he did. I figured if I dressed sexy enough, I could maybe catch him looking at me again.
By Laurel Wood8 years ago in Filthy
Panty Droppers
Black Coffee "Hi, my name is Clarissa. What would you like this morning, ma'am?" I look up at the young and pretty barista with an easy smile on my face. "Hi, there. I'd like a coffee, black, please. My morning's a bit tedious, I need to liven it up a bit before I go back to work." Sitting at a table by the window, I continue typing out my report. I have exactly thirty minutes to do this, drink my coffee, before I can drive back to the firm and then have to be in court at noon.
By Sarah Toussaint8 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 4
I let the towel fall on the bathroom floor and follow him into the bedroom. My heart is still racing from the orgasm Mr. Alexander just gave me. He kept calling himself daddy in the bathroom so I decided to follow suit. "Where do you want me, daddy?" He turns around, his eyes are ablaze. I've got him interested, if not full out excited. He tugs at his swollen dick and motions me to the bed, "Over there, get on the bed. Let your head hang off." I do as I'm told and lay down on the bed and dangle my head over the edge. As I get into position I can see daddy's upside down figure getting undressed. When he is done he walks up to me and bends down, so that we are face to face. "I cannot fuck you like I want for another week, so I am going to have to put your mouth to work." I nod in agreement, but I have clearly done something wrong. "Excuse me?" He stares me down waiting for me to correct myself but I am unsure of what I did wrong. "What? I said ok, I will give you head until I'm good to fuck." Again, I am wrong, but this time I get punished. He whips me around onto my stomach and spanks me hard. I almost jump out of my skin but I am unable to move, he has a hand pressed into my back. "When you address me you will call me daddy or sir do you understand?" He waits for my response. "Yes, sir!" I shout. He rubs my ass where he had spanked me before returning to his original spot in front of me. I didn't know what to expect when I got here but I know now that I am not into being spanked like that. I will suck it up this time, but I make a mental note to bring it up again when I am fully clothed. He stands there straddling me, his giant cock on my face. I stare at it and can see it jump and twitch every so often. I begin to play with myself and like clockwork it begins twitching and jumping again. He is aroused, he wants me. I can feel it, just like I had with so many of my other Johns. He wants me to make the first move, to grab it and wrap my lips around it but I will not. I will make him wait, I will torture him the way he did me in the bathtub. I keep playing with myself with one hand and stimulating my nipples with the other. His dick starts to ooze pre-cum and I know I've got him. He can't take anymore. He reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair, keeping my head in place, he forces his cock into my hungry mouth. I take it willingly, relaxing my throat to let all of him in. I shield my teeth with my lips and begin sucking. His grip tightens on my hair. "Don't stop until I cum," he growls through gritted teeth. I keep my eyes on him and am able to manage a "yes daddy," between sucks. It drives him crazy. His hips start to thrust and I can feel his long, thick, cock push further and further down my throat. He starts pumping faster and I gag. I keep my throat relaxed so I don't throw up. I'm still playing with my nipples as he fucks my mouth when I look up at him. He's watching me closely and intently. His eyes dart back and forth between my hard, brown, nipples and my face. He sees me staring at him, wide-eyed, mouth as wide as I can open it and he likes what he sees. "I'm going to cum, I want you to swallow it." His eyes are closed as he manipulates his dick further down my throat. My eyes begin to water and I gag but I keep going, I'm actually anxious for him to shoot his load into my belly. I reach behind my head and cup his balls, his body tenses and he lets out an audible growl. "I'm going to cum!" My heart races and I tighten my grip. "Here. It. Comes." He is breathing hard now and I can start to taste the familiar thick, salty, taste of cum. It explodes in my mouth and trickles down my throat. It is so much, I start to choke but remember to relax and let it make its way down into my stomach. I keep sucking until he is dried out and finally pulls himself out of my mouth. "Open up your mouth," he demands. I do as I am told opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue to expose my teeth and confirming that I have swallowed every last drop. Not that I had a choice, he was so far down my throat there was no way I could have saved anything if I wanted to.
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It's one month after the break up when you've changed your number and deactivated your social media, successful in your attempts of blocking Harry out of your life after his never ending strives to contact you on every platform, smothering you with confessions of love and hopeless apologies.
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So Did We
The night I never thought would happen finally came, and so did we. We were really into the idea of waiting until our wedding night, and that night was finally here. It was a very stressful day, making sure everything was set up correctly, everyone was there on time, and the flowers. The florist had attempted to send the wrong flowers twice, which made me furious, so when the third attempt arrived, and they were finally correct, I knew I could relax. I sat there as my sister in law did my hair and makeup. It was early, in the A.M. The wedding was at 12, and out flight out was at 7:30 that night. Three hour drive to the airport, 8 hour flight, and then we would finally seal our love.
By Amanda Rochele8 years ago in Filthy
