by Alexis Angel
She’s looking intently at her mail, and I’m on the phone, so I just keep moving.
Who am I kidding? That’s what I always do. Talking to her would be a waste of time.
She’s obviously living the high life of a top model. At her age, she’s hitting her sexual peak and probably has armloads of toy boys. Young dicks that have nothing to do but get it up over and over again for a goddess like her.
I don’t open deals I can’t close. It’s as simple as that.
You have to see them coming. Know which battles to fight. Allana is one hot fucking woman…
The approach has to be completely right for any chance of success. I’m not sure I want to hear her say she’s not interested. Do you know how many sluts I’d have to bang to erase that?
I remember seeing the pictures from that black-and=white shoot. I stride down the street now, putting my phone away and hoping my cock doesn’t decide to give me away.
I had been eating lunch at my desk—as usual—when some pictures came through from one of the magazines for editing approval.
I have no fucking clue how many magazines we produce or sell ad space for. That’s not important to me.
I just make deals. I don’t know why the pictures had come to my inbox, although some of the guys have a private network for that type of thing.
Honestly, I don’t think much when I see nude pictures in my files. I’m usually too busy.
But Allana’s picture…well. It got my fucking attention.
I had lingered over those shots for a good half hour. Forgot all about my salad and whole meal with a protein shake.
She was just painted on that page. Bending over, peeking around her leg. Lying on white sheets with one finger between her pussy lips.
She was cradling her breasts. Such amazing tits for someone so tall and slender. And what an ass.
The grin on her face and the confident look in her eyes. From that black-and-white page, she had stared into me.
I had never seen such deep eyes.
She’s beautiful, that’s undeniable, but the thought of those eyes staring into me while I’m fucking her…
Oh god. She’s something else.
I had moved into The Bradford not long after. I’d only been there a month when I saw her for the first time.
I was coming into the foyer as she walked out, wearing a tight black dress with a loose skirt. She was just putting on her sunglasses, and if I had been two minutes later, I would have missed her eyes.
Without them, I wouldn’t have recognized her.
For just a few seconds, she had looked at me. Right into me. It was the same slightly passive yet also very amused expression she had used on the page.
It was a look that said, ‘Think you can take me, soldier?’
I would’ve liked to fucking try, that’s for sure.
I know it’s useless. She’d be so bored with me. My twelve-hour days and constant meetings.
She needs someone who’ll attend to every inch of that soft skin. I know I’m just too driven. I don’t want to choose between work and her.
No doubt she would have the same dilemma. With a body and a face like that, she must be on photo shoots all day.
I put the idea out of my mind. I have three big deals on today, as well as a couple of smaller ones. I want to hit home runs on every single one of them.
There’s competition from other companies as well as within my own. I jump into a taxi, and go over the details in my mind.
I need to remember the complexities of each client, setting myself up mentally for the day.
But my cock does not sit down, nor does it shut up.
I close my eyes for a second and indulge.
Seeing her standing at the mail boxes. Walking up behind her, stroking her shoulders. Pulling her back against me to smell that long hair.
Feeling her curves rub up against me. Are her tits as soft and firm as they look? Of course they are.
Would she give me that dull, ‘Fuck you’ look as I come inside her? God, I fucking hope so.
Looks like I might have to blow off a deal or two and hit the gym. This tension isn’t going to be solved by a hard walk to work.
Allana
I spent the day shopping online. I was on for like six hours, and I can’t remember what I bought.
Clothes. Jewelry.
I adore this new age. I can buy stuff and not have to interact with people.
I decide to really treat myself and order a celebration hamper from a fancy spot. Champagne, roses, strawberries, and an incredible box of fine chocolates. It will be here in a few hours.
I run a very warm bath and put on a face mask with eye treatment. There’s nothing better in this world than a bath and some pampering on a boring day.
I go over my legs gently with cream soap. They’re hairless, perfect. Recent wax jobs at one of the city’s best salons.
Even my toenails are perfect. And my pussy is a thing of beauty, too, perfectly waxed with a very small, neat ‘V’ of dark brown hair.
All this bounty, and no one to enjoy it.
I rub conditioning oil into my hair and lay back in the warm bubbles. A sappy love song plays on the radio.
Love is bullshit. Trust me, I tried it. I like money and my own company far better.
It doesn’t have to be love, though.
While I’m resting back in the hot water, I can’t stop thinking of Derek. Of him peeling off those gorgeous luxury suits of fine fabric to show me the hard man underneath.
I would love to rub oil onto his skin. Gently. Over a matter of hours…while he’s tied up.
My hand slips beneath the bubbles. I lean back in the water and let my legs fall open.
I’ll work on him for hours with the slippery hot oil until his cock is hard and straining. Push my tits in his face, almost close enough to touch with his tongue, but not quite.
Massage his balls while they’re all slippery with oil.
And finally, slide on to him and work him slowly while he begs for me.
Even though I have everything just the way I like it, I can’t come. Part of my brain refuses to engage.
The cock’s only in your mind, honey. It’s not real. Do you really think that’s enough?
Oh, if pussies could talk. Fuck that would be awkward.
I rinse my hair slowly, scrub off the mask, and rub lots of soft cream on my face. I like to walk around naked when drying off. It’s really good for the skin.
Once I start to feel cool, I rub honey moisturizer onto my whole body, taking time with small, circular strokes.
When your body is your money maker, you find all sorts of ways to optimize it.
I had hoped to distract myself, but if anything, I’m more frustrated than ever. My clit is throbbing, just lightly, but enough to be really fucking annoying.
If I think about my pussy at all, it immediately starts to get wet. I don’t want to think about how long it’s been since I had sex.
I don’t want to think about Derek.
But I can’t help it. I’m thinking about Derek.
I go to the closet and think about what to wear. Maybe I should just walk downstairs naked.
Then, I realize…I’ve practically already decided to try and meet him in the foyer.
That’s what this whole beauty routine was all about.
But what exactly am I going to do? He won’t notice me. He’ll be running, two steps at a time, his focus on his phone.
If I go down naked, maybe I’ll get a glance. Or maybe not.
But my bod is all ready for action now. It needs a fine garment to set it off. I rifle through all my clothes, not sure what to pick.
Grey dress with pleated skirt? Gold silk sheath? White peasant dress?
With a little gasp, I pull out an old beauty from the back of the rack. It’s a short shirt dress that buttons up the front.
Almost the same kind I imagine Derek’s future wife would wear. Except it’s not pastel; it’s black with br
ight red poppies.
I slip into it and button up the front. I like feeling naked under it, knowing only one small, fragile line of buttons stands between me and total nudity.
The bell rings, and I hurry to answer it.
It’s my hamper arriving. The delivery boy is too young to interest me, even though he looks me over appreciatively. Maybe even expectantly.
Who knows what tasty bits delivery boys get into? But I’m not even slightly enticed.
Some other day, punk. I’m not in the mood to break a greenhorn today.
I want a man. A real man. One who’s big in every way and knows how to fuck.
I pour some champagne and bite into a strawberry. I demolish half the box of fine chocolates with three more glasses in between eating strawberries.
Lucky the hamper came with two bottles of Moet. It seems one’s not enough.
The roses are beautiful. Dark and red. The exquisite perfume only enhances the feeling that there’s something special about today.
Today’s the day. But for what?
With shock, I realize it’s getting dark. Time has been flying by while I stuffed my face and got drunk.
If I’m going to try to meet Derek, I have to go now. I’ve got just enough champagne in me to make me bold and bubbly without being stupid.
As I go, I grab my magazine. The one with the black-and-white shoot.
Let’s see if he can resist me in the flesh, presented with my finest angles. Let’s find out how much of a man he really is.
I slip into high-heeled sandals and head downstairs. I want to be just inside the foyer, hiding in the shadows of the stairs.
That way, I can completely take him by surprise. It’s only when you surprise people that you get the honest answers.
Derek
Today was fucked, and it could not have been salvaged.
I missed the first big deal by coming late. I was so distracted by my dick, Anderson ended up snatching the deal instead. And even after two hours in the gym, I couldn’t get control of my cock.
I raced back in to work to finish off two contracts, then ran my ass around after smaller ones trying to save something out of this hot mess.
But it was not to be. Now, I’m walking home because I couldn’t get a cab. And it’s starting to rain.
My body feels tight—too much tension in my muscles. Maybe I’ll go out for a massage or something. I could use someone rubbing me down in oil.
All I’m thinking about, as I slam into the foyer, is getting in and getting my clothes off. Hot shower, something to eat, maybe drink.
Then, if I’m still tense, I’ll have to do something about it.
But then I see someone moving in the shadows by the stairs. I jump and drop my briefcase.
It’s…Allana. What the fuck?
“Hey, Derek.”
Her lips are as red as the poppies on her dress. Her eyes are dark and still. She eats me up with those eyes.
I’ve had too hard of a day. I can’t even formulate a response.
She steps closer, eyes flickering with uncertainty.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
Something about her gaze feels…penetrating.
Shit. Fuck. Don’t think about penetration.
…Too late.
Fuck. There goes my cock again. I can’t fucking take this.
“You startled me.” I reach for my briefcase. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.”
She takes slow, lingering steps towards me. Her heels click lightly on the floor as she gets right in front of me.
Fuck, she’s tall. Eyes level with mine. Maybe taller in the heels.
She smells sweet. Like honey and strawberries. There’s chocolate on her breath.
Oh, shit. She was talking, and I haven’t heard a single word.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice her waving a magazine.
She wants me to look at her pics? Here?
Is this the worst day of my life?
I see a glint in her eye as she leans towards me.
“Allana,” I began.
“Yes?”
I drop the briefcase, step forward, grab her shoulders, and kiss her. Just like that.
My arms go around her shoulders, and I press my tongue into her mouth. I expect her to push me away or to freeze in shock.
To my delight, she wraps her arms around me and returns the kiss. She leans into me hard, biting at my lips. One leg comes up as she shoves me against the wall, grinding her hips into me.
She tastes like chocolate and champagne. Her skin feels like satin. My senses are in overload.
As I push back into her mouth, I slip my hands down and grab her ass. She grinds against me, and I can feel her hot pussy against my cock, just one small piece of fabric keeping us from touching, skin on skin.
I’m still grabbing her ass when I feel one of her hands slip down…to my fly.
I think about stopping her, but I realize I don’t give a fuck. She moans into my mouth while desperately working to free my cock.
We are going to fuck, right here, in the stairwell. And I don’t give a damn.
She gets the zipper down, and my cock pops free. She puts her hands on my shoulders and maneuvers herself with one leg wrapped around me.
I can feel the heat rising from her pussy. How slippery wet she is. With one small rock of her hips, she slides my cock in.
We both gasp as she slams her hips into mine, cock throbbing as it gets swallowed by her pussy. She’s so tight and wet, I can feel my legs trembling.
She doesn’t care. She’s got me pinned against the wall with her hands on my shoulders and her hips against me. Using my shoulders, she works herself on my cock.
As she goes up and down, controlling the motion with one leg, I run my hand across her tits and the buttons pop open.
She’s naked underneath. Beautiful big pale tits slip free of the dress. The nipples stand up under my hand, and she moans, working herself on me with hands and hips.
I lean down and mouth at her nipples, teasing with my teeth as she shudders and comes.
She brings her leg down, and we stand against the wall, breathing heavily, heads together.
The doors open and close, and I see that guy Evan.
He looks pissed. I think he just broke up with his girlfriend or something. I had seen a big fight in the hall yesterday.
She had been walking around crying, and now he looks like he wants to punch a wall.
Not my business. I kiss Allana softly, deeply. She grins.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now…” She breathes champagne and chocolate all over me.
“What took you so long?”
I run my hands over her bare arms. I want to slip the dress off. I want to taste her pussy.
I’m so fucking hard now, my body is screaming—but this is awesome. Finally, my body is going to get what it needs.
I can tell we both have doubts. But the chemistry cannot be denied. I don’t care if it’s the worst decision in the world.
I’m going to fuck the daylights out of her as often as I can, and I’ll do anything to keep doing it.
Even loving her.
Even marrying her.
She gives me that dark, challenging look, and I know this is the surest thing in my life.
But it’s too dark in the foyer. I need to see her as I fuck her.
“So…can I offer you some champagne?” She takes a step back and pulls me by the hand.
“Fuck, yes.”
I follow her, watching that ass and grinning like a fool.
Allana
His cock is even bigger and harder than I expected. That doesn’t happen often—where life takes your expectations and just smashes them out of the park.
I trot up the stairs quickly, pulling Derek along behind me. My dress is open halfway down my chest, and Derek keeps grabbing my ass.
I can’t stop giggling, and I’m getting wet all over again.
As I g
et to my hallway, I notice Evan looking like death.
For sure, he and Emilia have broken up. I might actually be in the mood to let her talk about it tomorrow.
Derek feels me up as I get the door open. I press myself against it for a few seconds, and he leans against me, covering my hands with his as he squeezes me against the wood.
I can feel his cock pushing against my ass. I can’t help it; I start letting out little moans of delight.
He whispers in my ear, “I thought you offered me champagne?”
With a hearty laugh, I push the door open suddenly, so he falls in a step. I slam the door and start unbuttoning the rest of my dress.
He puts one arm around my shoulders and kisses me, rubbing three fingers into my clit. He slides up to get his fingers nice and slippery, then goes back to teasing my clit. He starts kissing down my neck to bury his face in my breasts, teeth going for my nipples.
Breathing hard and shaking, I push him back.
“Get your cock out,” I demand. “And your guns. Now.”
He grins as he pulls off the tie. Then, the jacket. Next, the pants.
My breathing gets louder as the tailored blue suit comes off. He doesn’t rush.
Next to go is his pale shirt. He rolls it off his shoulders, and I see his body is just as hard and tanned as I imagined.
I slide down on my knees as he pulls off his briefs and reveals his monstrous cock. It’s so big, thick, and long that my pussy aches deep inside and convulses just from looking at it.
I slide the tip into my mouth, rolling it against my lips. I suck it down into my throat. Derek gasps, gently rubbing the back of my head as I slide his cock in and out of my mouth.
I reach up and tease his balls, first gently, then harder. I pull on them and squeeze them as I my bob my head on his cock.
With a cry, he pulls my head back.
“You’re so fucking hot!” he growls.
He looks amazed. Dazzled.
A smile surprisingly appears on my face. I’m not used to it. My face might crack.
“Get on the couch,” he orders and points at the furniture.
I give his balls one last squeeze and do as I’m told.
It’s a big couch, wide and soft. I climb up and put my knees on the seat and my arms over the back. I hear him take a swig of champagne as he steps up behind me and puts his hand on my ass.