The Pussy Pleaser

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The city lights twinkled below, a dazzling spectacle that usually soothed my soul, but tonight, my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking about Leo.

It had been three weeks since our first date, and I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around him. Leo was… different. Not in a bad way, mind you, just… unexpected. He was shorter than I usually went for, with a wiry build and a mischievous grin that seemed permanently etched onto his face. But it was his confidence that had initially drawn me in. He had this air about him, like he knew something I didn’t, and it was both intriguing and infuriating.

Our first date had been a disaster, or so I thought. We’d met at a trendy cocktail bar, and I’d immediately felt out of place. The music was too loud, the crowd too young, and Leo… well, Leo had shown up in a pair of ripped jeans and a t-shirt that read “Tongue Fu Master.” I’d almost walked out right then and there, but something about his cocky smile had stopped me.

“You look like you’re about to bolt,” he’d said, sliding into the booth across from me. “Don’t. I promise I’m worth the trouble.”

I’d raised an eyebrow, taking in his disheveled appearance. “Big words for a guy who’s already striking out with his fashion choices.”

He’d laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Fashion’s overrated. It’s what’s underneath that counts.”

I’d rolled my eyes, but his words had lingered in my mind. What was underneath, indeed. As we’d talked, I’d discovered that Leo was a successful entrepreneur, having built a thriving online business from scratch. He was intelligent, witty, and had a passion for live music that rivaled my own. But it was his unapologetic love for pleasing women that had really caught my attention.

“I’m a giver,” he’d said, his eyes locking onto mine. “I live to make women feel good. It’s my superpower.”

I’d snorted, taking a sip of my cocktail. “That’s a bold claim. What’s your secret weapon?”

He’d leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “My tongue. I’m a fucking maestro with it. I can make a woman scream with just a few well-placed licks.”

I’d felt a flush creep up my neck, surprised by his bluntness. “That’s quite the boast. You must have a lot of… practice.”

He’d grinned, unfazed by my skepticism. “You could say that. But don’t just take my word for it. Give me a shot, Carol. Let me show you what I can do.”

I’d hesitated, torn between my initial impression of him and the undeniable spark that had ignited between us. In the end, curiosity had gotten the better of me. “Fine,” I’d said, meeting his gaze. “But if you’re all talk, I’m walking.”

He’d held up his hand, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Deal. But I’m warning you, once you go down this road, there’s no turning back.”

Little did I know how right he’d be.

As the weeks went by, Leo had proven himself to be a man of his word. He was attentive, charming, and had a knack for making me feel like the most desirable woman in the room. But it was his skills in the bedroom that had truly blown me away.

He’d started slow, taking his time to explore every inch of my body with his hands and mouth. His touch was gentle yet firm, his lips soft and insistent as he kissed his way down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower. I’d felt myself melting into the mattress, my breath coming in short gasps as he teased and tantalized me.

And then, his tongue. Oh, his tongue. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. He’d begun with soft, feather-light licks, tracing the outline of my lips, my jaw, my earlobes. I’d shivered, my skin prickling with anticipation as he slowly made his way downward.

His mouth had found my breasts, and I’d moaned, arching my back as he suckled and nipped at my hardened peaks. His tongue swirled and flicked, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through my body.

But it was when he’d finally reached my core that the real magic had begun. He’d spread my legs wide, his fingers gently parting my folds as he gazed up at me with a hunger that made my knees weak.

“You’re so beautiful,” he’d murmured, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “I’ve been dying to taste you.”

I’d felt a rush of desire, my clit throbbing with anticipation as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate path up my slit. I’d gasped, my head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over me.

His tongue was everywhere, lapping and sucking, flicking and probing, driving me wild with need. He’d found my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, teasing and tormenting me with his lips and teeth.

I’d cried out, my hips bucking as he worked his magic, his fingers sliding inside me, stretching me open as his tongue continued its relentless assault. It was too much, yet not nearly enough. I’d felt myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the force of my impending release.

“Leo, please,” I’d begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need you to fuck me.”

He’d chuckled, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive flesh. “Not yet, beautiful. I want to make you come with just my tongue. Let me show you what I can do.”

And he had. Over and over again. Each orgasm had been more intense than the last, crashing over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and boneless in its wake. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come, my body wracked with pleasure as Leo’s tongue worked its magic.

At one point, I’d felt myself hovering on the edge of consciousness, the pleasure so overwhelming that I’d thought I might faint. But Leo had been there, his strong arms holding me steady, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered words of encouragement.

“Let go, Carol,” he’d murmured. “Give in to it. I’ve got you.”

And I had. I’d surrendered to the sensation, my body convulsing as I’d screamed his name, my release flooding his mouth as he drank me in, his tongue never stopping, never slowing, until I was a quivering, sobbing mess.

In the aftermath, as I’d lain there, my body still buzzing with the echoes of my orgasms, Leo had smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “Told you I was good,” he’d said, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

I’d managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you were incredible.”

He’d kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “And you, my dear, were a delight. But we’re just getting started. I have so much more to show you.”

As I stood on that rooftop, the memory of that night sending a shiver down my spine, I knew that Leo was right. We were just getting started. And as much as I tried to deny it, I was hooked. Hooked on his charm, his confidence, and most of all, his tongue.

The thought of him sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I was a 42-year-old woman, a successful businesswoman with a taste for the finer things in life. I’d had my fair share of lovers, but none of them had ever made me feel the way Leo did.

With his mischievous grin, his quick wit, and his unparalleled skills in the bedroom, he’d managed to crack through my carefully constructed walls, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Because with Leo, I felt alive, desired, and most of all, satisfied.

I spotted him across the rooftop, his eyes locked onto mine. He was talking to a group of people, but his gaze never wavered, never faltered. It was like he was willing me to come to him, to surrender to the inevitable.

And I did. With a deep breath, I made my way through the crowd, my heart pounding in anticipation. Leo’s eyes lit up as I approached, his smile widening as he took my hand, pulling me into his embrace.

“There you are,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

I shivered, my body responding to his touch as he led me away from the crowd, towards a secluded corner of the rooftop. The city lights twinkled below, a dazzling backdrop to the passion that was about to unfold.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He chuckled, his hands roaming over my curves as he pressed me against the wall. “That’s the idea, beautiful. I want to be the only thing on your mind.”

His lips found mine, hungry and demanding, as his hands slid down to grasp my hips, pulling me tightly against him. I could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing into my thigh, and I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair as I surrendered to the moment.

His mouth trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin as he whispered dark, dirty promises in my ear. “I’m going to make you scream, Carol. I’m going to lick you, fuck you, until you can’t take anymore.”

I gasped, my body arching into his as his hands slid up my thighs, parting my legs as he dipped his head, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he devoured me, his tongue and lips working their magic, driving me wild with need.

The night air was cool against my skin, but Leo’s mouth was hot, his tongue a scorching brand as he lapped and sucked, his fingers sliding inside me, stretching me open as he feasted on my pussy. I was lost, drowning in a sea of pleasure, my body convulsing as I teetered on the edge of release.

I managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you were incredible.”

He kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “And you, my dear, were a delight. But we’re just getting started. I have so much more to show you.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew that he was right. We were just getting started. And as I looked into his eyes, I saw a glimpse of the future, a future filled with passion, pleasure, and most of all, Leo’s tongue.

As the night wore on, Leo and I explored every inch of each other’s bodies, our desires escalating with each touch, each kiss. He was a master of his craft, his tongue a weapon of mass seduction as he licked, sucked, and nipped his way across my skin.

I was putty in his hands, my body responding to his every whim as he guided me through a labyrinth of pleasure. He was gentle yet firm, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my veins as he teased and tantalized me.

At one point, he had me spread across the hood of his car, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth as he devoured me. His tongue was everywhere, lapping and sucking, his fingers sliding inside me as he drove me wild with need.

“Leo, I can’t take anymore,” I gasped, my body trembling on the edge of release.

He chuckled, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive flesh. “Oh, but you can, beautiful. You can take so much more.”

And he was right. As he continued his relentless assault, I felt myself spiraling out of control, my body convulsing as I screamed his name, my release flooding his mouth as he drank me in, his tongue never stopping, never slowing, until I was a quivering, sobbing mess.

In the aftermath, as I lay there, my body still buzzing with the echoes of my orgasms, Leo smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You’re amazing, Carol,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

I managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you make me feel amazing.”

He kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “That’s my job, beautiful. To make you feel desired, wanted, and most of all, satisfied.”

As we drove back to my place, the city lights twinkling in the distance, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. Leo had been true to his word, delivering on his promise of on-demand orgasms and unparalleled pleasure.

But as we pulled up to my building, I felt a twinge of uncertainty. What did this all mean? Were we just having fun, or was there something more?

Leo must have sensed my hesitation, because he turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine. “Carol, I know this might be moving fast, but I can’t help the way I feel about you. You’re incredible, and I want to be with you. All of you.”

I felt a lump form in my throat, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. “Leo, I… I don’t know what to say.”

He smiled, reaching out to take my hand. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As we sat there, our hands entwined, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Maybe, just maybe, I had found something special in Leo. Something that went beyond the physical, beyond the pleasure he brought me.

And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I was willing to take the risk, to see where this journey would lead. Because with Leo, I felt alive, desired, and most of all, loved.

As we got out of the car, Leo’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. “Ready for round two?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I shivered, my body responding to his touch as I smiled, meeting his gaze. “Always.”

And with that, we walked into the night, hand in hand, ready to face whatever lay ahead. Together.

The days that followed were a blur of passion and pleasure, each moment with Leo more intense than the last. He was a constant presence in my life, his tongue and hands working their magic as he devoured me, body and soul.

We explored every fantasy, every desire, pushing the boundaries of our passion as we discovered new heights of pleasure. Leo was a master of his craft, his skills in the bedroom unparalleled as he licked, sucked, and fucked his way into my heart.

But it wasn’t just about the physical. As we spent more time together, I found myself opening up to Leo, sharing my hopes, my dreams, and my fears. He was a patient listener, his words of encouragement and support giving me the strength to face my challenges head-on.

And through it all, his tongue remained his secret weapon, his mouth a source of endless pleasure as he brought me to orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense than the last.

One night, as we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies glistening with sweat, Leo turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Carol, I have a surprise for you.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He grinned, reaching under the bed to produce a small, velvet-lined box. “I know we’ve been taking things slow, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I want you to have this.”

I felt a rush of excitement as I opened the box, my eyes widening as I saw the sparkling diamond necklace nestled inside. “Leo, this is… incredible.”

He took the necklace from the box, his fingers trembling slightly as he fastened it around my neck. “It’s not just a necklace, Carol. It’s a symbol of my commitment to you. I want to be with you, to love you, and to pleasure you for as long as you’ll let me.”

Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes as I threw my arms around him, holding him tight. “Leo, I… I don’t know what to say.”

He smiled, his lips brushing against my ear. “You don’t have to say anything, beautiful. Just know that I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As we held each other, the diamond necklace sparkling in the dim light, I knew that I had found something special in Leo. Something that went beyond the physical, beyond the pleasure he brought me.

I had found love.

And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I was willing to take the risk, to see where this journey would lead. Because with Leo, I felt alive, desired, and most of all, loved.

The weeks turned into months, and our love continued to grow, fueled by passion, pleasure, and a deep sense of connection. Leo’s tongue remained his secret weapon, his mouth a source of endless delight as he brought me to new heights of ecstasy.

But it was the little things that truly made our relationship special. The way he’d surprise me with my favorite flowers, or cook me dinner after a long day at work. The way he’d listen to me, really listen, as I shared my thoughts and feelings.

And through it all, his love and devotion never wavered. He was my rock, my confidant, and my ultimate pleasure-giver.

One night, as we lay in each other’s arms, the city lights twinkling outside our window, Leo turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Carol, I have a proposition for you.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He grinned, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “I want to take you on a trip. Just you and me, somewhere exotic, where we can explore new fantasies, new desires.”

I felt a rush of excitement as I met his gaze. “That sounds incredible. Where do you want to go?”

His eyes sparkled with anticipation. “How about a private island, just off the coast of Thailand? We can spend our days lounging on the beach, and our nights exploring each other’s bodies, pushing the boundaries of our passion.”

I shivered, my body responding to his words as I smiled, throwing my arms around him. “I love it. When do we leave?”

He chuckled, his lips brushing against my ear. “As soon as you’re ready, beautiful. Because with you, I’m ready for anything.”

And with that, we began planning our adventure, our love and passion fueling our excitement as we anticipated the pleasures that lay ahead.

As the days turned into weeks, our anticipation grew, until finally, the day of our departure arrived. We boarded the plane, our hearts racing with excitement as we embarked on our journey to the private island.

The flight was long, but Leo’s touch, his kisses, and his whispered promises made the time fly by. We arrived on the island, the warm sun and gentle breeze a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Our villa was a luxurious oasis, nestled among the palm trees, with a private beach and a stunning view of the ocean. Leo had thought of everything, from the chilled champagne waiting for us, to the rose petals scattered across the bed.

As we explored our surroundings, Leo’s hand never left mine, his touch a constant reminder of his love and devotion. We spent our days lounging on the beach, swimming in the crystal-clear waters, and exploring the island’s hidden coves and secret waterfalls.

But it was the nights that truly came alive, as Leo’s tongue and hands worked their magic, bringing me to new heights of pleasure. We explored every fantasy, every desire, pushing the boundaries of our passion as we discovered new ways to pleasure each other.

One night, as we lay on the beach, the stars twinkling above us, Leo turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Carol, I have a special treat for you.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He grinned, reaching into his bag to produce a small, silk-lined box. “I know how much you love my tongue, so I thought I’d give you a little extra something to play with.”

I felt a rush of excitement as I opened the box, my eyes widening as I saw the sparkling diamond-encrusted vibrator nestled inside. “Leo, this is… incredible.”

He took the vibrator from the box, his fingers trembling slightly as he turned it on, the soft hum sending a shiver down my spine. “I want to use this on you, Carol. I want to make you scream, to push you to the edge and beyond.”

I shivered, my body responding to his words as I nodded, meeting his gaze. “I’m ready, Leo. Take me there.”

And he did. With the vibrator buzzing against my clit, Leo’s tongue and fingers worked their magic, bringing me to a mind-blowing orgasm that left me shaking and sobbing with pleasure.

As I lay there, my body still buzzing with the echoes of my release, Leo smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You’re amazing, Carol,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

I managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you make me feel amazing.”

He kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “That’s my job, beautiful. To make you feel desired, wanted, and most of all, satisfied.”

As our trip came to an end, I felt a sense of sadness wash over me. I didn’t want to leave this paradise, this world of pleasure and passion that Leo had created for us.

But as we boarded the plane, Leo’s hand never left mine, his touch a constant reminder of his love and devotion. We had created memories that would last a lifetime, and I knew that our love would only continue to grow, fueled by the passion and pleasure that we shared.

As we flew back to reality, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I had found my soulmate in Leo, my partner in pleasure and in life. And with him by my side, I knew that I could face anything, that I could take on the world.

Because with Leo, I was home.

The Babysitter’s Secret

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I still remember those steamy summer days when I was a young, carefree babysitter, my name back then was Brooke. I was in my early twenties, with a body that turned heads wherever I went. Long, golden blonde hair cascaded down my back, framing my striking green eyes and a face that, even I had to admit, was quite beautiful. My curves were generous, with a slender waist accentuating my ample C-cup breasts and a round, firm ass that I knew drove men wild. I had a reputation for being a bit of a tease, but I was always in control, and I loved the power I held over men.

One of my regular babysitting gigs was for a family with a young daughter, a sweet little girl who was usually fast asleep by the time I arrived. Her father, Mark, was a tall, dark-haired man in his late thirties, with a ruggedly handsome face and a body that hinted at a former athletic career. He always greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on my body a little too long, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I quite enjoyed the attention.

Mark and I had an unspoken understanding. He knew I was a woman who knew what she wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige. After all, his wife was oblivious to the desires burning in his eyes whenever I was around. I could see the hunger in him, the way he tried to hide his arousal whenever I bent over to pick up the little girl’s toys. It was a game we played, a dance of seduction that we both relished.

One evening, after putting the little girl to bed, Mark offered to drive me home as usual, even though my apartment was only a few blocks away. I knew this was his way of extending our time together, and I happily accepted. As we stepped out of the house, the warm summer air caressed my skin, and I felt a tingle of anticipation. I was wearing a short sundress, the hem flirting with my thighs, and a pair of strappy sandals that made my legs look endless.

Mark opened the car door for me, his eyes never leaving my body. I slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my bare thighs. He got in on the driver’s side, and I could see the bulge in his pants, a clear indication of his desire. We both knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was electric.

“You know, Brooke,” he said, his voice low and husky, “I really appreciate you taking such good care of my daughter. It’s not easy for me to find someone I trust.”

I smiled, my green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m glad I can help, Mark. I know how important it is for parents to have some time to themselves.” I leaned back in the seat, letting my dress ride up a little higher, giving him a glimpse of my smooth, tanned thighs.

Mark cleared his throat, his eyes fixed on my legs. “I wanted to show my appreciation. I know you’re a young woman with needs, and I’d like to help you with that.” His voice was steady, but I could sense the effort it took for him to maintain his composure.

I bit my lower lip, feigning innocence. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that, Mark?” I knew exactly where this was going, but I wanted to hear him say it.

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Well, I was thinking… maybe you could use a little extra cash. I could give you a… tip, let’s say, for your services.” His eyes flickered to my chest, then back to the road as he started the car.

I laughed softly, a throaty sound that I knew drove him wild. “Oh, Mark, you’re too kind. I do have some expenses, and a little extra money would certainly be helpful.” I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle tense beneath my touch. “But I’m not sure I understand what you mean by ‘services’.”

Mark’s breath caught, and I felt his thigh tremble under my hand. “I think you know, Brooke. I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you tease me. I want you, and I know you want me too.” He paused, his eyes darting to mine, searching for confirmation.

I didn’t say a word, but my silence spoke volumes. I let my hand slide higher up his thigh, dangerously close to the bulge in his pants. Mark’s breath quickened, and I could see the pulse throbbing in his neck.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I’ll give you more than just a tip. But we have to be discreet. My wife can never know.”

I nodded, my fingers inching closer to his erection. “Don’t worry, Mark. Your secret is safe with me. And I promise, I’ll take very good care of you.”

With that, I unbuckled his belt, my fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper of his pants. Mark’s breath was coming in short gasps as I reached into his boxers, wrapping my hand around his thick, throbbing cock. It was hot and hard in my palm, and I stroked it slowly, feeling the veins pulsing under my touch.

“Oh, fuck, Brooke,” he groaned, his head falling back against the headrest. “That feels so good.”

I smiled, my green eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “I aim to please, Mark. And I want you to feel really good.” I leaned over, my dress falling open to reveal my bare breasts, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.

Mark’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft. I could hear his labored breathing, the soft, desperate moans escaping his lips as I deep-throated him, taking him as far as I could.

“Oh God, Brooke, you’re incredible,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him.

I pulled back, my hand replacing my mouth, stroking him firmly as I spoke. “I want you to come for me, Mark. I want to feel your hot cum all over my tits.”

Mark’s eyes widened, and he nodded frantically, his self-control slipping away. I leaned back, my breasts heaving with anticipation, and continued to stroke his cock, my hand slick with pre-cum.

“That’s it, baby, fuck yeah,” he groaned, his eyes locked on my hand. “Squeeze it, stroke it, make me come for you.”

I obeyed, tightening my grip and pumping my hand faster, my thumb rubbing the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock. Mark’s hips bucked off the seat, his hands gripping the headrest as he neared his climax.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, Brooke!” he cried out, his body tensing.

I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I aimed his throbbing cock at my cleavage. With a few more strokes, Mark’s cock erupted, shooting hot ropes of cum that splattered across my chest, coating my skin with his release.

I giggled, my eyes sparkling with delight as I rubbed his cum into my skin, smearing it across my breasts and neck. “That was amazing, Mark. I love how you paint my body with your cum.”

Mark slumped back in his seat, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I smiled, my hand still stroking his softening cock. “Well, I’m glad I could help you with your ‘needs’, Mark. And I’m always happy to accept a generous tip.” I winked at him, my green eyes sparkling with mischief.

Mark laughed, a nervous, relieved sound. “You’re incredible, Brooke. I’ll make sure you get your tip. And I’ll be sure to call on your services again soon.”

I blew him a kiss as I got out of the car, my sundress falling back into place. “I’ll be waiting for your call, Mark. And remember, my rates are very reasonable.”

As I walked back to my apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction. Mark was just one of many men who had fallen under my spell, willing to pay for the pleasure of my body. I was a woman in control, and I loved every thrilling moment of it.

Little did I know that this was just the beginning of a secret, steamy affair that would push the boundaries of our desires and test the limits of our discretion. But for now, I savored the taste of Mark’s desire on my lips and the feel of his cum on my skin, a reminder of the power I held over this married man.

The Vibrating Panties

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I had been eagerly anticipating my lunch break all morning, my mind drifting to the naughty surprise my boyfriend had in store for me. He had always been a playful lover, but this time, he had outdone himself with a unique gift. I couldn’t wait to experience the pleasure he had promised.

As a psychologist, my days were often filled with listening to my patients’ intimate problems, offering guidance and support. It was a rewarding yet emotionally demanding profession, and I cherished my lunch breaks as a much-needed respite. Usually, I would take a quiet moment to myself, but today was different. Today, I had something far more exciting planned.

The day before, my boyfriend had hinted at a special treat, a new toy he had ordered just for me. I was intrigued, knowing his penchant for kinky surprises. When I arrived home, he presented me with a small, elegant box, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Inside, I discovered a pair of black silk panties, seemingly ordinary at first glance. But as I examined them closer, I noticed a discreet bulge at the front, indicating a hidden vibrator.

“These are remote-controlled,” he explained, his voice low and seductive. “I can control the vibrations from my phone, and you can wear them under your clothes without anyone knowing. I thought it would be fun to play with them during your lunch break tomorrow.”

My heart raced at the thought. I loved the idea of being at the mercy of his control, especially in such a public setting. I imagined the thrill of trying to maintain my composure while my body betrayed me, succumbing to the pleasure he commanded.

“Sounds like a delicious plan,” I purred, running my fingers along the smooth fabric. “I’ll make sure to wear them under my skirt tomorrow. Just thinking about it is making me wet already.”

He grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. “I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I make you cum in the middle of your session, Ava. Just remember to keep your moans quiet.”

I blushed, knowing my boyfriend’s playful nature, but also feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of such a daring game. I agreed to his plan, my mind already spinning with the possibilities.

The next day, I woke up feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I carefully selected a tight pencil skirt and a silk blouse, ensuring the outfit would accentuate my curves while providing easy access to the panties. As I slipped the silk underwear over my bare skin, I felt a tingle of excitement. The remote-controlled vibrator nestled perfectly against my clit, waiting to be activated.

I arrived at my office, greeting my receptionist with a smile. I could feel the panties buzzing softly against my most sensitive spot with each step, a constant reminder of the naughty game I was about to play. I settled into my chair, my mind already drifting to the sensations I would soon experience.

My first patient arrived, a young woman struggling with anxiety. As I listened to her concerns, I felt a sudden jolt between my legs, causing me to shift in my seat. My boyfriend had started the vibrations, a gentle tease to let me know he was ready to play. I focused on my patient, trying to ignore the building pleasure.

As the session progressed, the vibrations intensified. I felt my body responding, my nipples hardening beneath my blouse, my breath quickening. I tried to concentrate on the woman’s words, but my mind kept wandering to the sensations coursing through my body. I could feel my pussy growing wetter, the vibrator teasing my clit relentlessly.

Just as I was about to reach for a tissue to wipe away the evidence of my arousal, my phone buzzed with a message from my boyfriend. “I bet you’re getting wet for me, aren’t you, Ava? I can’t wait to make you cum, but first, I want to tease you a little more.”

I bit my lip, struggling to maintain my composure. My patient was opening up to me, sharing her deepest fears, and here I was, being tormented by my boyfriend’s remote-controlled toy. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the session, but my body was betraying me.

The vibrations continued, building in intensity with each passing minute. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a position that would offer some relief, but the vibrator seemed to know exactly how to torment me. My clit throbbed, aching for release, while my pussy clenched in anticipation.

“Are you okay, Dr. Ava?” my patient asked, her voice filled with concern. “You seem a little distracted.”

I forced a smile, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, it’s just… I have a bit of a headache. Please, continue. I’m here to listen.”

She nodded, her expression softening, and resumed sharing her struggles. I tried to focus on her words, but the vibrations were relentless. My boyfriend was determined to push me to the edge, and I could feel my control slipping away.

Just as my patient was reaching a critical point in her story, the vibrations suddenly stopped, leaving me gasping for breath. I glanced down at my phone, expecting a message from my boyfriend, but there was nothing. My heart raced as I realized he must be watching me, enjoying the sight of my body trembling with need.

The silence was short-lived, as the vibrations returned with renewed intensity. I bit back a moan, my body shaking with the effort to remain composed. My patient’s words became a distant hum as I struggled to keep my eyes focused on her.

“Dr. Ava, are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, her voice laced with worry. “You seem… different.”

I managed a weak smile, my body trembling. “I’m fine, really. Just a bit tired, that’s all. Please, go on.”

She hesitated, her eyes searching mine, but eventually, she continued with her story. I tried to pay attention, but my mind was consumed by the sensations coursing through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, an overwhelming wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me.

Just as I was about to surrender to the inevitable climax, my phone buzzed again. “I want you to cum, Ava,” my boyfriend’s message read. “But not yet. I want to hear you beg for it first.”

I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white as I fought to control my body’s response. I wanted to scream, to beg him to let me cum, but I couldn’t risk my patient hearing. I took a deep breath, my chest heaving, and focused on the woman’s words, desperately trying to regain my composure.

The vibrations continued, relentless in their pursuit of my pleasure. I felt my body tremeling, my legs weak, as I struggled to stay seated. My patient’s voice became a distant murmur, drowned out by the building pressure between my legs.

“Dr. Ava, I think you should take a break,” she said, her voice filled with concern. “You don’t look well. Maybe we can continue another time?”

I shook my head, my eyes pleading with her to understand. “No, I’m fine. I just need a moment. Please, keep talking.”

She hesitated, her expression filled with doubt, but she continued, her words a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. I focused on her voice, using it as an anchor to keep me grounded as the vibrations pushed me closer to the edge.

As the session drew to a close, my body was trembling with the effort to contain the orgasm that threatened to consume me. My boyfriend’s final message had been clear—he wanted me to cum, but only when he allowed it. I managed to maintain my composure, my body shaking with the effort, as my patient thanked me and left the room.

The moment the door closed, I collapsed back into my chair, my body quivering with unreleased desire. I fumbled with my phone, my fingers trembling, and sent a message to my boyfriend. “Please, let me cum. I can’t take it anymore.”

His response was swift and merciless. “Not yet, my naughty girl. I want to hear you beg. Tell me how much you need to cum.”

I bit my lip, my body aching with need. “I need it so much. Please, I’m begging you. Let me cum for you.”

“Not yet,” he replied, his words a cruel tease. “First, I want you to stand up and face the window. I want to see you lose control.”

I hesitated, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but my body craved release. I stood up, my legs weak, and turned to face the large window overlooking the city. My heart raced as I realized my boyfriend was watching, waiting for me to surrender to the pleasure he controlled.

The vibrations intensified, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes, my hands gripping the windowsill as I tried to remain standing. I could feel my orgasm building, an overwhelming force that threatened to consume me.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Cum for me, Ava,” his voice commanded through the phone’s speaker. “Let me see you lose control.”

His words were like a match to a powder keg, igniting the explosion within me. My body trembled as I surrendered to the climax, my legs giving way as I collapsed against the window. I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

I stood there, my body shaking, as the orgasm slowly subsided. My boyfriend’s laughter filled the room, a mixture of triumph and satisfaction. I turned to face him, my cheeks flushed and my body still quivering.

“You’re a wicked man,” I said, my voice breathless. “But I loved every second of it.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I know you did, my naughty girl. And this is just the beginning. I have so many more ways to torment you with these panties.”

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for me. But for now, I think I need a moment to recover.”

He laughed, his eyes filled with desire. “Take your time, my love. But remember, I control these panties, and I plan on using them to drive you wild.”

I straightened my skirt, my body still tingling with the aftermath of the intense orgasm. “I can’t wait, my love. Just promise me you’ll give me a heads up next time. I nearly lost control in front of my patient.”

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “That’s the beauty of it, Ava. You never know when I’ll decide to play. Now, go freshen up. I’ll be waiting for you at home, ready to continue our game.”

I nodded, my heart racing at the thought of what he had planned. I quickly tidied myself up, my body still buzzing with pleasure, and prepared to leave for the day. As I walked out of my office, I couldn’t help but smile, already looking forward to the next time my boyfriend would use his remote-controlled toy to drive me wild.

Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a deliciously naughty adventure, one that would push the boundaries of my pleasure and submission.

My Boyfriend’s Son

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I couldn’t get him out of my mind. Rick, Arthur’s son, had been on my mind ever since that first dinner we all shared. I had started seeing Arthur, an older gentleman who swept me off my feet with his charm. But it was his son, a young, vibrant man, who ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t extinguish.

Arthur and I had been dating for a few months, and I had met Rick on several occasions. He was nineteen, a handsome youth with piercing blue eyes and a mischievous smile. His youthful energy and playful demeanor stood in stark contrast to his father’s more refined and mature presence. I found myself drawn to Rick’s innocence and the raw, untamed desire that seemed to radiate from him.

As time passed, my thoughts of Rick became more frequent and intense. I would catch myself daydreaming about him during work, imagining his strong, young body and the feel of his soft lips on mine. I knew my feelings were inappropriate, but I couldn’t deny the lust that burned inside me. I was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I was determined to have it.

One day, Arthur informed me that he had to leave town for a business trip, and he would be taking Rick with him. My heart sank at the thought of them being away, but an idea began to form in my mind—a naughty, tantalizing idea that made my pulse quicken. I decided that while they were gone, I would pay Rick a little visit.

I waited until the day of their departure, my heart racing with anticipation. As I watched their car disappear down the street, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I knew what I was about to do was bold, but I was ready to take control and satisfy my desires.

I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my body, imagining it was Rick’s hands caressing my skin. I washed my long, dark blonde hair, letting the suds run down my breasts and between my legs. I took my time, teasing myself, thinking of how I would tease Rick later.

After drying off, I stood naked in front of the mirror, admiring my body. At 42, I still had a great figure, with firm breasts and a round, shapely ass. My skin was smooth and tanned, and my brown eyes sparkled with mischief. I knew Rick would find me irresistible.

I chose my lingerie carefully, wanting to make a lasting impression. I slipped into a sheer black bra that barely contained my full breasts, the nipples already hard in anticipation. The matching panties hugged my curves, leaving little to the imagination. I added a garter belt and stockings, the lace brushing against my sensitive skin, making me shiver with pleasure.

The final touch was a long, sleek trench coat, buttoned up to hide my barely-there outfit. I checked my reflection one last time, pleased with the image of a confident, sensual woman staring back at me. Then, with a deep breath, I headed out to Rick’s place.

The walk to his apartment was exhilarating, my heart pounding with every step. I felt like a woman on a mission, ready to seduce and take what I desired. As I climbed the stairs to his floor, my nerves threatened to get the better of me, but I pushed them aside. I was Renata, a woman who got what she wanted, and tonight, I wanted Rick.

I knocked on the door, my heart in my throat. The door swung open, and there he was, Rick, looking even more gorgeous than I remembered. His eyes widened as he took in my appearance, his gaze traveling up and down my body, lingering on the hint of lace visible beneath my coat.

“Hi, Rick,” I purred, my voice low and sultry. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“N-no, not at all,” he stammered, his face flushing. “I was just, um, studying. Come in.”

I stepped into the apartment, letting the coat fall open slightly, giving him a glimpse of my lingerie-clad body. I could see the desire in his eyes, the way he tried to hide it, but failed miserably. I smiled, knowing I had him exactly where I wanted.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by,” I said, closing the door behind me. “Your dad mentioned you’d be home alone, and I couldn’t resist the chance to spend some time with you.”

Rick’s eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape, but I knew he didn’t want to run. I could see the conflict in his young mind, the battle between his innocence and the raw lust I was stirring within him.

“You look… amazing,” he managed to say, his voice hoarse. “I mean, wow.”

I smiled, taking a step closer to him. “Why thank you, Rick. I dressed up just for you.”

I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of it. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch, and I knew I had him right where I wanted.

“You know, Rick,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Fantasizing about what it would be like to have you all to myself.”

He shivered at my words, his breath coming in short gasps. “I-I’ve thought about you too,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my fingers trailing down his neck, across his chest, and finally resting on the belt of his jeans. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the desire that was building within him.

“Show me how much you’ve thought of me,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

Rick’s hands trembled as he unbuttoned his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine. I watched, my breath catching in my throat, as he pushed them down, revealing his boxer briefs, already tented with his growing erection.

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, my voice like silk. “Let me see what I’ve been dreaming about.”

He hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband and slowly pulled them down, revealing his thick, hard cock. It sprang free, the head glistening with pre-cum, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Oh, Rick,” I breathed, my eyes fixed on his impressive length. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

He stood there, naked and exposed, his cock twitching with every heartbeat. I stepped closer, running my fingers along his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “I want you, Renata.”

I smiled, my fingers tightening around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Oh, you’ll have me, baby. But first, I want to taste you.”

I sank to my knees, the hardwood floor cool against my skin, and took his cock in my hand. I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his, and slowly licked the tip, savoring the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.

Rick let out a soft groan, his hands coming to rest on my head, tangling in my hair. I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around his length, reveling in the feel of his cock against my lips and tongue.

“Fuck, Renata,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

I moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his shaft. I deep-throated him, taking him all the way to the base, my nose pressing into his pubic hair. I held him there, my throat muscles contracting, and looked up at him, my eyes sparkling with pleasure.

Rick’s hands tightened in my hair, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “I’m gonna cum, Renata,” he warned, his voice strained.

I pulled back, his cock glistening with my saliva, and looked up at him, my eyes filled with lust. “Not yet, baby,” I said, my voice husky. “I want to feel you inside me first.”

I stood, my hands reaching behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Rick’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of my bare breasts, the nipples hard and begging for attention.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, his eyes drinking in the sight of my naked body.

I smiled, stepping closer to him, and took his hands, placing them on my breasts. “Touch me, Rick,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “Feel how much I want you.”

He cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I arched into his touch, my head falling back, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Your body is incredible,” he murmured, his lips finding my neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin.

I moaned, my hands moving to the button of my coat, undoing it slowly, revealing more of my lingerie-clad body. I let the coat slide off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing before him in just my bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, his hands roaming over my body, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties.

I bit my lip, my body trembling with anticipation. “Take me, Rick,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse with need. “I want to feel your young cock inside me.”

He spun me around, his hands on my hips, and bent me over the nearby couch, my ass presented to him, my wetness glistening on the lace of my panties. I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing my panties aside, exposing my swollen, needy pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

I moaned, my hands gripping the cushions, my body trembling with anticipation. “Please, Rick,” I begged, my voice thick with desire. “Fuck me now.”

He positioned himself behind me, his cock nudging at my entrance, teasing me with its thickness. I pushed back against him, eager to take him inside. With one smooth thrust, he filled me, his length stretching me, igniting a fire within my core.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure. “Your cock feels so good, baby.”

Rick began to move, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deep within me. I moaned with each thrust, my body welcoming his invasion, my wetness coating his shaft with every stroke.

“You like my young cock, don’t you?” he panted, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me.

“Yes, baby, yes!” I cried out, my head thrown back, my breasts swaying with each thrust. “Fuck me harder, Rick. Make me cum on your cock.”

He obliged, his pace increasing, his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful stroke. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tightening around his cock, ready to explode.

“I’m gonna cum, Rick!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”

My body shook as waves of pleasure washed over me, my pussy clenching and milking his cock. Rick grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his own release building.

“Cum for me, baby,” I urged, my voice raspy. “Fill me with your hot cum.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Rick buried himself deep within me, his cock throbbing as he emptied his load, filling me with his hot, young seed.

We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies still entwined, our hearts racing. I turned to face him, my hand caressing his cheek, our breath mingling.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, his eyes shining with satisfaction. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I smiled, my fingers tracing his lips. “You were amazing, Rick. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He blushed, a shy smile spreading across his face. “I’m glad I could make you happy, Renata. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

I leaned in and kissed him, softly at first, then with growing passion. “This is just the beginning, my sweet boy,” I whispered against his lips. “There’s so much more pleasure we can explore together.”

As we lay there, our bodies still entwined, I knew that this was just the start of something extraordinary. Rick and I had crossed a line, and there was no going back. I was ready to show him just how much pleasure a woman like me could bring, and I couldn’t wait to see where this forbidden journey would take us.

The Unexpected Turn

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I was just 24 years old, fresh out of college, and desperate for a job. My student loans were piling up, and I needed a way to support myself. That’s when I stumbled upon an ad for a secretary position at a local law firm. The pay wasn’t great, but it was a start, and I was eager to begin my career. Little did I know that this job would change my life in ways I never imagined.

On my first day, I met Mr. Harrison, the senior partner at the firm. He was an older gentleman, probably in his late fifties, with a commanding presence and a sharp gaze. His hair was salt-and-pepper, neatly trimmed, and his eyes held a mischievous glint that made me feel a little uneasy. But I needed this job, so I pushed my discomfort aside and introduced myself.

“Ah, Meredith, I presume?” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. “You’re even more beautiful than your resume suggested.”

I blushed at his compliment, feeling a bit flustered. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. I’m excited to be here and learn from the best.”

He chuckled, a deep rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, I can guarantee you’ll learn a lot here, my dear. Especially if you play your cards right.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I smiled politely, hoping to make a good impression. Little did I know that his words would prove to be more prophetic than I could have ever imagined.

As the weeks went by, I settled into my role as Mr. Harrison’s secretary. I was efficient, organized, and always on top of his schedule. But Mr. Harrison seemed to have other things on his mind. He would often find excuses to linger in my office, leaning casually against the door frame, his eyes roaming over my body with an intensity that made me squirm in my seat.

“You know, Meredith, you’re quite the catch,” he said one afternoon, his voice low and husky. “A young, beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be wasting her time with paperwork. You should be out there, living life to the fullest.”

I felt my cheeks flush again, but this time, it wasn’t just from embarrassment. There was something about the way he looked at me, something that made my heart race and my skin tingle. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison,” I replied, my voice a little breathless. “I do enjoy my work here, but I appreciate your concern.”

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Oh, I’m not concerned, my dear. I’m simply offering you an opportunity.”

I tilted my head, curious yet cautious. “What kind of opportunity?”

He smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a thrill of anticipation through my body. “The kind that could make all your financial worries disappear.”

My heart skipped a beat. I knew I was struggling to make ends meet, and the idea of having my financial burdens lifted was tempting. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Harrison leaned in closer, his breath warm on my cheek. “I’m a man of means, Meredith. I can offer you a substantial raise, but there’s a catch.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “What… what kind of catch?”

His hand reached out and gently caressed my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “I want you, Meredith. I want your body, your youth, your beauty. I want you to be my little secret, my private plaything.”

I was shocked by his boldness, but at the same time, I felt a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. I knew it was wrong, but the thought of being desired by this powerful man was intoxicating. “I… I don’t know what to say,” I stammered.

“Say yes, Meredith,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Say yes, and I’ll make sure you never have to worry about money again.”

I hesitated, torn between my moral compass and my desire for financial stability. But in that moment, my need for security won out. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

A satisfied smile spread across Mr. Harrison’s face. “Excellent. Now, let’s seal the deal, shall we?”

He moved closer, his body pressing against mine, and I felt his hardness through his trousers. My heart was pounding as he gently guided me to the desk, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve. I was trembling, both from nervousness and anticipation, as he lifted my skirt, revealing my bare thighs.

“You’re so beautiful, Meredith,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “So young and fresh.”

I let out a soft moan as his fingers trailed along the edge of my panties, teasing me. “Please, Mr. Harrison,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need you.”

He chuckled, a dark, sensual sound. “Oh, you’ll get what you need, my dear. But first, I want to taste you.”

With that, he pushed my panties aside and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue was hot and wet as it flicked against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white as I struggled to stay upright under the onslaught of his skilled mouth.

“Oh God, yes!” I cried out, my hips bucking against his face. “Don’t stop, please!”

Mr. Harrison seemed to take pleasure in my desperation, his tongue working me relentlessly. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiled spring of tension ready to snap. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he inserted a finger inside me, hitting that sweet spot that sent me over the edge.

“Yes, yes, YES!” I screamed, my body convulsing as the pleasure washed over me in powerful waves. Mr. Harrison held me tightly, his finger still buried deep within me, as I rode out the aftershocks of my climax.

As I lay there, trembling and breathless, Mr. Harrison stood up, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That was just the beginning, my dear. Now, it’s time for the main event.”

Before I could catch my breath, he had unzipped his trousers, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. It was impressive, easily the biggest I had ever seen, and I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he guided it towards my entrance.

“Relax, Meredith,” he whispered, his voice a soothing contrast to the hardness of his cock. “I’ll take care of you.”

I nodded, my heart pounding as he positioned himself at my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled me completely, stretching me in ways I had never experienced before. I let out a gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as he began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm.

“You feel so good, Meredith,” he groaned, his eyes closed in ecstasy. “So tight and wet.”

I moaned in response, my body adjusting to the sensation of being filled so completely. Mr. Harrison’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, driving me closer to the edge of another orgasm. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful stroke, and I knew he was close too.

“Oh yes, fuck me, Mr. Harrison!” I cried out, my hands gripping the desk for support. “Fuck me harder!”

He obliged, pounding into me with abandon, his cock slamming against my cervix with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm building again, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me.

“I’m going to come, Meredith!” he grunted, his voice strained. “Where do you want it?”

I was beyond words, lost in a haze of pleasure. “Inside me,” I managed to gasp. “Fill me up, please!”

With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself deep within me, his hot cum flooding my pussy. I could feel his cock twitching as he came, and the sensation sent me over the edge once more, my body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

We collapsed onto the desk, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. Mr. Harrison kissed my neck, his breath ragged against my skin. “That was incredible, Meredith. You’re quite the little vixen.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relief. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. I… I think I need a moment to recover.”

He chuckled, his hand stroking my hair. “Take all the time you need, my dear. But remember, this is just the beginning. I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

As I straightened my clothes and tried to regain my composure, I knew that my life had taken an unexpected turn. I had crossed a line, made a deal with the devil, and there was no going back. But as I looked into Mr. Harrison’s eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder what other pleasures and secrets this new arrangement would reveal.