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  “Oh Fuck! Fuck me hard Sir! Fuck me hard! I’m your whore, you own me.”

  He pumped his cock into my red puckered asshole harder and harder. He began to shudder and I was about to fucking squirt all over his hotel suite. He dipped his hand under my belly and rubbed on my sensitive clit furiously.

  My whole pussy began to convulse as the squirt fountained out my pussy onto the bed, floor and soaking his thighs. The warm squirt pissed onto my legs too. As my hot squirt caught his thighs he pulled out my ass and set his face under my pussy to be washed in my warm ejaculation.

  He began jerking himself hard and furiously as the tail of the squirt trickled out me, I didn’t have the power to keep my body’s weight above his face. I fell flat on top of his face. He pumped himself even faster and locked me tighter unto his face, pumping, pumping, pumping himself until he came all over my thighs and belly, splattering his warm cum all over me. Max hands collapsed to his sides on the bed under me. I rolled off his face.

  We laid in silence for a few moments and I felt his warm cum still leaking out my stretched pussy. I know the drill get up and leave. I’m his slut that’s all.

  I rolled to get out the messy bed. He reached out for me and held onto my wrist. He had a faint twinkle in his eyes and a faint smile. This was unusual, he was usually emotionless in expression or so he always seemed.

  “Where are you going?” He asked.

  “Back to the office.”

  “No.”

  “No what?” I asked

  “I don’t want you to go. Why are you always in a rush to leave?”

  “But I thought . . . I thought . . .”

  My heart made a frog-leap and I was stuttering. Did Max want cuddle time with me. Was this what he had always wanted? A big thick slutty girl?

  “Ssshh . . . I have a meeting in Japan tomorrow, will you stay with me for the night? Please.”

  “Why, uh . . . of course, but you know, you know you have to call the boss, it’s against company policy to . . .”

  “Yeah, about that,” he observed I was a bit confused and intimidated. “Relax, come take a seat,” He patted the bed. I hesitantly strolled back in. “I was talking to your boss about you doing other clients. I want to own you exclusively. I don’t want you to be with another man anymore. Did he communicate this with you?”

  Now I really needed to sit. I sat down carefully, my brain was blurry.

  “Well no, he had said he wanted a meeting with me tomorrow but no, no he didn’t.”

  How much was Max willing to pay for me was a flash thought through my blurry mind. The truth is, I would not accept whatever he proposed. I really did like him and I would love to get to know him, maybe I would love him. For now I just didn’t know what to say. I lay there beside him in his arms for the first time. I knew he could feel my heart racing against his chest. We waited a bit before making our way into the shower together.

  Max was hard again.

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  “I thought I locked the door.” My voice was shaky, huskier.

  “No harm, no foul.” Her other palm stroked up the column of my neck. I shivered with anticipation. I had thought her my husband’s affair. But now, now I knew she wasn’t his type. She was mine. I felt desire pool low in my stomach. I felt moisture wet my panties—the black satin thong I wore beneath the corset.

  Her hand cupped my chin and lifted my face so that I was once again staring into her deep blue eyes. The touch of her feminine lips on mine sucked the breath right from me, and I tremblingly whimpered my surrender. She brushed her lips across mine, igniting passion. Lots of pent-up passion. Months of passion. I moaned, my eyes closed. I opened up under her tutelage and my first female kiss became a wonderland of exotic desire and unique flavors. A whole cultural exchange program.

  Jessie’s tongue tiptoed cross my threshold. I licked the tip and my nerves exploded with fire. With flaring, warm heat and a million promises of what to come. I licked at her again and then again. She complied, sweeping her tongue inside my mouth and tasting me. . . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members

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  Table of Content

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 1

  I AM SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED

  It was only 11 a.m. and already my day felt like a drag. As a matter of fact that was exactly what I was doing, dragging myself across the office floor over to the Xerox machine. I had a cup of warm cappuccino in one hand and Mrs. Carter’s files in my other. Everyone who had a television at home knew Mrs. Carter; She was an A-list actress who had just submitted a few racy pictures of her husband and the country-western singer Lucy Martin sharing a sexual tryst with the young upcoming model who had just made this month’s cover of Glamour magazine. They were having fun at hotel Pallaelado and Mrs. Carter’s private detective, Mr. Rodriguez, did a hell of a job of capturing it.

  This was a high profile case for sure, and one that was going to capture a lot of media speculation and attention, but not a challenge. This was an open-and-shut case, so my husband, an attorney-at-law, had shoveled over these files (and the over forty pictures of Mr. Carter in the naked act of threesome) to Jessica, a young redheaded intern we accepted three weeks ago. Though she didn’t talk much, she was pretty sharp. I think she had picked up on the fact that I was sexually frustrated.

  At some point or another in your life you must have been sexually frustrated before. Do you know what that is like? Are you wondering how I can be sexually frustrated when I’m not in the “single girl’s” club? Sure, I’m married to Paul Squire, of the Squire’s Attorney-at-Law Firm. He’s a much sought-after divorce lawyer who has never lost a single case… and also a lousy lover. Hence, my sexual frustration.

  Okay, lemme give you the details on this one. We’ve been married over eight years now and for the last two I’ve been by his side in his office as his assistant, watching him experience mega-success in his career and absolutely mega-flunk in our bedroom. He is one of those men who puts work ahead of his relationship and, since his work has become unending, that side of our marriage has died. He has absolutely no time for me in that department now it seems, and since he has hit it big by only representing mainstream celebrity clients, I’ve been experiencing my driest times. And, unfortunately, there may be a lot more to come. Will things change? I doubt it, unless “I”, Miss-Lil-Ole-Inexperience can do something drastic about this. Yes drastic, it’s gonna to take something drastic, to get my husband to fuck me. Sigh. Maybe I did get married too
young.

  We got married when I was nineteen and he was twenty-six. I really hadn’t experienced much. Actually, I had nothing more exciting than a kiss before him. Paul was the man who took my virginity and he was all I knew. My mind has never strayed before and my eyes have never strayed before. Yeah, I’m sexually frustrated, but I only want Paul to get his groove back and this gal will be fine.

  “But will he ever?” I wondered as I sighed a deep heaving sigh, feeling depressed, tired of pretending that my marriage was perfect. Tired of friends asking “Hey, how’s Paul?” or “Hey, how’s your husband doing?” The truth is I don’t know how the hell he’s doing. When was the last time we really talked? He never has the time. I always force a smile and answer “He’s doing lovely!”

  I’m was so frustrated, out of gas, out of patience, and out of this world. I needed to get some and get some soon or I might jump my desk.

  I rested my coffee on the metal cabinet beside the copier and organized the pictures to drop in the side pocket of the copier. I saw Jessica’s redhead looked up from her desk. Her hair was the color of a ball of fire- that vivid hue of orange. She made a quick glance across her desk at Kelly; she had her head buried in the computer’s flat screen in front of her. Jessica then locked her eyes into mine and somehow her bright blue eyes gazing into mine with that innocent smile underneath produced a faint smile on my face, even through my depression. I hoped she was enjoying her work experience here, she is really was a helpful intern.

  Well, I had more work to put on her desk, just in case she got bored. Maybe she knew this pile of copies I was making were for her because she stood from her desk and headed towards me with a side-swept smile. Kelly brushed a thin rope of her blonde hair off the top rim of her glasses. Her nerdy eyes peered over her glasses as if she was spying and pretending to work at the same time.

  As she walked over and her hips swayed, the only thought that came to my mind was that I’ve never seen Jessica wear a skirt. She’s always in those executive pants and long-sleeved button ups. She always wore her shirts unbuttoned down to the second button. Her breasts were small and perky and wide spaced, kinda hot. Maybe if I weren’t married I would dress as alluring as she did. It seemed her bra was thin; I could see the round heads of her nipples imprinting against the fabric of her blouse from all the way over here. Maybe she just had huge nipples. Why the hell am I here thinking about Jessica’s tits, her bra? I mentally shook my thoughts away. Jessica’s smile brightened as she got closer.

  For a paralegal intern she had a pretty young face; she looked as if she were about nineteen and I wondered what her age really was. I curled my fingers around the huge handle of my coffee mug, took it off the cabinet, rested the warm bottom in the palm of my other hand, brought the steamy cup to my face, and took a slurpy swig from it as the working Xerox’s back and forth mechanical sound got noisier.

  By the time Jessica had reached the machine I had taken three sips and the machine had spat out all forty-something copies into the tray at the other end of the machine. I carefully placed the mug back on the cabinet.

  “You saved me a trip,” I said to Jessica as I handed her the copies of the pictures.

  “I guess you owe me one,” she joked. She took the copies out of my hand as I was retrieving the originals at the other end.

  “Sooo, what are these?” Her presence felt strong and take-charge as usual.

  “Pictures of Mr. Carter cheating on his wife. That bastard.”

  Jessica looked at me in pieces of shock as I rightfully called him what he was. Maybe she had never heard me use curse words before. I was more of the prim type, usually.

  “Hmm . . .,” she replied, shoving my opinion of him to the side, and, without looking at the pictures, said, “Well, everybody cheats at some time or another. Not my place to call others names for that.”

  “Not everybody, Jessica,” I differed.

  “Jessie, just call me Jessie. And everybody does, Mrs. Squire, it’s only human to cheat.”

  “Well, I guess I’m not a human.”

  “What are you saying?” She stood upright and tall. I figured her question must have been rhetoric so I didn’t answer.

  With her face slightly falling apart in disbelief she pressed on, “So you’ve never cheated once?” Obviously she assumed I must have.

  “I’ve been loyal all my life.”

  “Come on, Mrs. Squire, you’re secret’s safe with me. I know you must have, even before there was a Mr. Squire. Haven’t you?”

  CHAPTER 2

  I paused for a second or two before I answered.

  “There was no one before him.”

  Now I didn’t just felt like a prim, stuck-up prude but also like a goody-two-shoes who had never adventured outside the rules. Why should I feel guilty for being a good girl? I should be proud to say that I’ve been faithful all my life. Yet, saying it to Jessica, who seemed the total opposite of me, something of a bad girl, living on the edge, young and free- it made me felt un-alive, dead, old, and caged. Guilty.

  Jessica made a small step closer and lowered her voice. Kelly now fully lifted her head up and watched as Jessica stared directly into my eyes and studied my expression for a second before whispering, “So you’ve never really had fun outside of Mr. Squire?”

  “Hey, don’t be fooled Jessica, I’ve had plenty fun.”

  “It’s Jessieee, please. You should call me Jessie,” she said very firmly in a disciplinary tone. Why was she so adamant about me calling her Jessie? Jessie had more of a boy-tone to the name than a girl-tone.

  “Ok, ‘Jessie’, I’ve had my fun times.”

  Kelly got up from her desk and I watched her stroll over towards us.

  “Had? . . . Lately?” Jessica asked with a more stern than inquisitive face.

  Her question was so direct it caught me off guard. It was like a sudden attack on my emotions. My whole body slumped and my face slackened, I opened my mouth to deny, “Oh surely I’ve . . .”

  “Yeah right, that’s the reason I see you walking around the office so chirpy without the need of coffee to keep you up, right?”

  I was in a moment of pause, studying her face for the sarcasm I knew she meant. It wasn’t just the fact that she was taller than me and I could feel her height above me, it was just something about her aura that felt compelling, commanding, dominating.

  “Nice tits by the way,” she added matter-of-factly. Once more she caught me off guard, I didn’t know how to take her off-hand compliment.

  Was she being too fresh for an intern? Too arrogant? Wasn’t she flying past her nest with these personal questions? Who was she to be questioning her boss’s wife? She had some nerve, but somehow, I felt a bit obliged to answer, somewhat submissive… maybe I was just too much of a polite person or maybe it was something else.

  She didn’t desist despite the sour barrier I expressed on my face.

  “Thank you,” I said with an obvious amount of hesitance and nervousness in my reply.

  “You’ve been in the marriage a while now and he has grown to not even know you exist apart from work, right?”

  I quickly surrendered my answer, “Oh no! Oh no . . . Never that.”

  I looked up into her blue eyes, her soft lips, then asked, “How old are you?”

  “I’m twenty-two. Why? He has some other, famous chick around my age he’s banging?”

  All my features opened into an “O” shape. Maybe I was too naïve, but that thought had never crossed my mind. What if that was the reason? What if he was having some fling with some other girl and that was the reason he was losing interest in me? Oh no, Paul wouldn’t. He doesn’t have time for that. He barely has time to sleep let alone keep up a side fling or relationship with some hot chick.

  But what if he was? What if he really was? If I were to hire a detective, say Mr. Rodriguez, as he was one of the best in town for hire, and my husband was clean I would feel so guilty and ashamed. I perished the thought. Only suspicious or insecure wiv
es would do such a thing. I was a secure wife, my husband would not do such a thing, and he’s no damn cheating bastard.

  I didn’t realized how much time had passed without me saying a word and Jessica was silent too, just watching my face sinking into a sulk.

  “Hey, Mrs. Squire, if you ever need anyone to talk to I’m here, okay?”

  “Cindy, you can call me Cindy,” I replied.

  Before she walked off she casually looked back at me and said, “Do something special for him tonight, something different, got that?”

  I was standing there, transfixed at her cockiness. I knew Jessica had good intentions but how could I pour out my marital tribulations to a young, single, redheaded intern who had no idea about what a real relationship was, let alone my marriage specifically?

  Kelly used her fore-finger to saddle her glasses up the bridge of her nose then said, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” She then narrowed her eyes in the direction of Jessica.

  “What?” I asked, totally oblivious. What was she talking about? What had she seen that I didn’t?

  She walked away without saying another word.

  I went back into the office confused and thinking about my little innocent chat with Jessica, I mean Jessie.

  I placed the original documents on my desk. Half of Mr. Rodriguez’s name was peeping out of the top of the files. I stared at it for a short moment, then pulled it out; it wouldn’t hurt to save his number, I convinced myself as I dialed it into my cell. Deep down I didn’t know why I saved it. I’m sure Paul wasn’t a cheater, but I saved the number anyway.