“What would improve this room...” He hesitated before switching the lock on the bedroom door. “Would be your naked body lying on that bed.” His voice lowered to a husky whisper. A whisper suited for seduction.
I reached into my pocket for my alarm.
He held up his hand.
“I’m not going to attack you, Miss Harris.”
My heart thudded in my chest. “Then why did you lock the door?”
“Just a precaution, so that no staff members accidentally interrupt us.”
“Accidentally interrupt what? I’m showing you a condo.” I snapped.
He walked towards me and whispered in my ear.
“Well it’s up to you. You can reach past me and unlock it. I won’t stop you.”
I sighed. By now I should have kicked him in the balls and made my escape, so why hadn’t I?
“Perhaps I should introduce myself properly, Tiffany.” He smirked and held out his hand. “My name is Henry Carter, but you can call me H.”
My eyes widened. Fuck! That email. It’s him!
“So, Tiff, if I may be so bold as to call you that. Either you can leave, or you can lie on that bed and we’ll do everything from my email and more. You decide. All I can say is that I wasn’t lying when I said ten inches.
I swallowed and my mouth went dry.
Should I stay, or should I go?
Chapter 2
H
Some might say I was taking a huge risk with the game I was playing but I didn’t give a fuck. When you’re rich, life could become extremely monotonous. When you had seen one luxury apartment, you had seen them all. I had assistants I sent out to do my property investment shit. But I looked at Greens and eye-fucked the photo of the luscious Tiffany Harris. I sent her an email from a non-traceable address, and wondered how she would react. I tricked her landlord into letting one of my men in as a television repairman. Dumb fuck. He hid a camera in her room instead. It’s so easy to hide one these days. I watched as she finger fucked herself last night. She shouted out the word H as she came. She wanted me. She wanted the thrill of me. From what I had been able to find out, she’d had two semi-serious boyfriends in the past. Maybe they could fuck, but they wouldn’t have been able to give her what I could. There’s more in my plan for Tiff, but for now she stood in the bedroom, biting her lip, while she decided on her next move. It had better be towards the bed.
**
Jesus Christ! Why hadn’t I left yet?
I’d tell you why. Because the man that stood before me looked like sex on a stick and he wanted to do dirty things to me.
Because I hadn’t been fucked in over three months.
Because I kept picturing that email and the fact that although I told the others it creepped me out, the truth was it made me cream my panties.
Then there was last night and my feverish orgasm from a fantasy that started with a dream man and finished with thoughts of that very email.
He would do all of that with me?
Fuck my mouth with that cock.
Fuck my tits with his huge dick.
My nipples hardened. My breasts strained against my bra trying to make a break for freedom.
I stared up at H. He had that smirk on his face. He thought I was going to bolt.
“This is just between us, right? No one will know what happened in this room?”
“Correct, Miss Harris.”
“I think you should stick with Tiff, if we’re going to fuck, H.” A sly grin pulled at my lips.
I placed my purse and my jacket on the sideboard in the room. Then I stood in front of H and unbuttoned my blouse. He watched; his gaze a far cry from the man who smiled at me in the bar downstairs. He was completely predatory.
I pulled my blouse down my arms and discarded it to the floor. It was very hard to find a good fitting bra when you had tits that poured out over the top and the sides of the cups. I made a note to pay extra to get a proper fitted bra in case I ever found myself in a position like this again. H growled and his hands were on me in a flash.
“Those fucking big titties. They’re more than I even imagined while I was jerking myself off.” He pulled the straps down on either side and pulled my bra down at the front so my boobs broke free, bouncing against my chest.
His mouth descended onto a nipple and he attemped to cup my breast in his hand. His hand might have been large and meaty, but it was no match for my breast. “Christ, I need two hands for one tit.” He dropped one hand and grabbed one of my own and held it against his crotch. He was hard as a rock and I could feel he was about to punch through his own pants if his cock wasn’t freed soon. I opened the button of his suit pants and then lowered the zip. It was a struggle against the size of his erection. As his pants came down, I pulled down his boxers and that enormous cock sprang free. Holy shit! There is no way that monster was going to fit in me. I had never seen anything like it in my life. My previous lovers had been average. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the end of his shaft and I ran my finger over it.
“Taste it.” He demanded.
“You wanted me to smear it with the pink gloss did you not?” I put the droplet on my finger and smeared it onto my lip.
He grabbed my tits and pinched my nipples hard.
“That’s for not doing as I asked. I asked you to taste me. I’ll decide when your mouth gets coated with my cum, not you.”
Oh, he liked to be in charge. Well, I was fine with that. I’m feisty in real life but in the bedroom I could play a part.
He squeezed the end of his dick so another droplet appeared. “Now, taste me.” He demanded once again.
I swiped the bead of pre-cum with my finger and I sucked my finger into my mouth. My finger made a popping sound when I removed it.
“How do I taste?”
“Hmmm, like citrus and salt.” I said breathily. “Like the best tequila flavored milkshake I ever tasted.”
“Man milk. Nothing finer for you to drink.”
I undid my bra at the back as the fastener was digging into me. I put my hand at the waistband of my skirt and looked to him for direction.
He nodded his consent at removing it. I stepped out of my skirt, now left in only a lacy black thong and my black three inch heels.
“Leave those on for now.” He directed and then licked his lips.
I nodded.
“Now sit at the edge of the bed.”
The chemistry between us was palpable. It had been since the minute we set eyes on each other in the bar. I licked my lips greedily. He was going to fuck me good I could tell. He was going to fuck me hard. I guessed I’d be leaving this room hardly able to walk and exhausted. Thank god I had taken the rest of the day off. I would need a hot shower and my bed.
I positioned myself at the edge of the bed as he ordered. H stripped off the rest of his clothes and Jesus was it a sight to behold. I hadn’t been treated with such a display even when I had gone to see stripper shows. He removed his jacket first, folding it carefully and placing it over the back of a chair. His every move was meticulous. His eyes fixed on mine as he unbuttoned his shirt. His hooded eyes imprisoned mine. He did it oh-so-slowly, revealing a rock hard body with abs I could have bounced hammers off. The V down to his groin made me stifle a moan.
“You like what you see?”
I nodded and licked my lips.
“Touch me. See if it feels as good as it looks.”
He knelt between my legs and I ran my hands over the contours of his body. It did indeed feel like I had imagined it would. Taut. Smooth. I felt a drip of cum slide from my pussy out into the hem of my thong. I was soaking wet for him. He leant over and blew on a nipple, making it peak even further under his ministrations. I could have hung his fucking jacket on it. Then he sucked it into his mouth, the warmth from his tongue contrasting with the cold air he blew before. I squirmed in place, desperate to have him take me, my walls already contracting with the thought of him there. He swapped to the other breast and sucked. Jesus, I could
feel my pussy throb. I was so close to coming and he hadn’t even touched me there yet.
He sat back, leaving me deprived. “This wasn’t how my email started was it? If I recall, it started with you taking my cock in your mouth.” He stood up with his dick in his hand. I swallowed. I would have to fit that in my mouth.
“Open wide, Tiff.” He said with a devilish grin that pulled at his lips.
I opened my mouth and he pushed the tip of his cock in, pulling back out and repeating. In and out, in and out, teasing. I ran my tongue around the tip and up the underside, tasting his pre-cum again. I had to stretch my mouth wide for the girth. He pushed in a little deeper, then pulled back out, deeper again, then back out. The next time he pushed in, I sucked hard and he groaned. He rammed his cock in as far as he could, right to the back of my throat and I continued to suck as if my life depended on it. My jaw ached with the stretch and drool ran out the corner of my mouth. He collected it on his fingers and rubbed it into his dick. He positioned his hands behind my head and fisted one into my hair just like he said he would. “Make me cum.” He commanded.
I took over from his hand, holding his dick in my own hand. I wrapped my fist around the base of his shaft. I licked him from base to tip, swirling my tongue around his head and then I took him back in my mouth. I remembered some advice I read in a magazine about doing shorter and longer sucks. H groaned and rocked himself in time with the sucks, realising what I was doing. My jaw ached so much I was in pain but I didn’t care. It mixed with the pleasure. I looked up at H’s face and his eyes were closed, his face showing he had given himself over to my mouth. I might be doing his bidding but right now I held all the power. I used the fingers of my spare hand to tease his balls, cupping them in my hand one at a time, stroking them and then running my fingernails down each one.
“Christ.” He groaned.
He withdrew from my mouth and stroked the side of my face. “I’m not coming in your mouth today. I’m going to cum all over those gorgeous fucking tits.”
He used his fist in my hair to pull me onto my feet. My legs felt unsteady, I was so goddamn horny.
“Lie back on the bed and hold your tits together, leaving me a channel for my cock.”
I placed myself on the bed with my head on the pillows and did as he said. He knelt astride me and leant over, removing the pillows from underneath my head and instead placing one under my chest so that it was more pronounced than the rest of me. “Push them together now, that’s right.”
He pushed his dick between my large breasts and I held my boobs together as he began to move in and out. He slid in and out of the channel I had created for him a few times and then he stopped and withdrew. “Wait.”
He walked over to his jacket pocket and withdrew a small bottle of massage oil and then he returned to sitting astride me. Loosening the bottle lid he poured the oil into his hands, some of it splashed on my body giving me a hint of the cum that would shortly follow. He rubbed the oil between his hands and then rubbed it into my tits. They started to gleam as he massaged the oil in; my tits slipped out of his hands they were so greased up. “Right, where were we?” He asked.
I squished my boobs together again and he rammed his dick between my breasts, getting faster and faster with each stroke. “One day you’re going to titty fuck me from above and you will have to work for my cum in your face, but now I need to fucking finish. Clasp your hands together over the top of your tits.”
I did as he ordered and it meant my boobs were more under control for him. He thrusted between them, his pre-cum mixed with the massage oil and it made him have a smooth journey back and forth.
His breath came in short sharp bursts and I felt his body tighten and then with one final massive thrust he came in a spurt that landed partly on my neck and partly on my chin. I let go of my breasts and he grabbed the middle of his cock, rubbing it with his hand and pushing out the last of his cum onto my chest. Then he put his fingers in it and scooping up a pile he rubbed it all over my lips. “Now that’s what I was imagining. Your pretty pink pouty lips covered in my cream. Now lick your lips.”
I did as he asked. I felt hot and feverish and completely out of control. He dipped a finger, pushed my soaking wet thong aside and pushed his digit into me. I couldn’t help myself. I moaned loudly, unaware of my surroundings for a moment as I lost myself in the feelings there were coursing through my pussy. I was so close to the edge and about to burst.
“Hmm, I think we’ll leave it there,” he said in a deep playful voice.
My eyes widened in panic.
“Oh, if only you could see your desperate little face the way I can, baby girl. What do you want me to do to you?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“You want my ten inches stretching that tight little hole of yours?”
“Yes.” I felt my pussy get wetter at the thought.
“Go and stand by the window.”
What?
“I, I can’t do that. Someone could see us.”
“That’s what makes it even more exciting, kitten.”
I walked over to the window. The view of the beach was stunning, yet all I wanted to do was look at H and how his face hungered for me.
He stood behind me and I felt his cock, once again rock hard, against my ass. He left me and dragged over the chair to the window.
“Put your left foot up on the chair.”
I did and my heel sank into the plush seat.
“I might damage the chair with my heel.”
“I hope so, or I’m doing something wrong.”
I was slightly back from the window so it was doubtful I could be seen but the thought excited me. Who would believe the heeled Realtor was on the eighth floor having her brains fucked out by her client?
Once again behind me, H put his gym-threaded arms around my body and grabbed a firm hold of my breasts. “Got to make sure these babies don’t escape my grip with them being all oiled up.” He kneaded them with his hands, then let go to flick my nipples. Once again his flicks connected the sensation in my nipple to a pulse between my legs. He stopped to pull my thong down and off my legs. From our reflection in the window I saw him sniff the crotch of the thong. “I’ll be taking this with me to play with tonight.” He threw them towards his own pile of clothing.
He grabbed his cock that was already sheathed with a condom and held it at my entrance. He slowly rubbed his thick head against my slit and I swear to God I almost came from that sensation alone.
“Are you ready for me Tiff? I’m going to stretch you wide.”
“Yes, please fuck me now. I’m so close.”
With those words he thrust hard, his cock making my channel expand to fit him. Oh fuck, the feeling of fullness within me was incredible. Then he started to move. He thrusted his cock in me. I rose up on the balls of my feet with each thrust and then back down, my left heel sinking again into the chair cushion. He thrusted even harder and faster and my walls relaxed further to accommodate him. I couldn’t believe how easily my pussy had accepted his huge length. I caught sight of myself in the reflection from the window. My eyes were glazed, I was wanton with lust and looked like the star of a porn movie.
H fisted one hand around his girth and slammed into me as he brought his other hand around to the front of me and stroked my clit.
“Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god. Yes, yes, please more.”
“My name is H.” He growled. “When you demand an orgasm you scream my name.” He thrusted again, his balls slamming into my ass.
“H, please, make me cum.” I panted, riding towards the edge.
He strummed my clit with his finger, hard and fast, matching his thrusts. It was too much for me. I couldn’t take any more and started to peak. I soared and flew as I reached my conclusion and broke apart on his cock, tremors hitting me like an earthquake. I felt his balls tighten and then a moment later he withdrew his cock and came all over my ass. I felt the warm spurts as they hit.
My brea
thing was ragged and I needed to lie down. My legs gave way and H swept me up into his arms. He took a look at the chair. “Look what you did.” I casted my eyes down. There was a hole in the seat of the chair. Fuck. My client would go insane.
H laid me back down on the bed and then went into the bathroom. I heard him wash himself. He returned with two towels. One he had dampened and one dry. He wiped me down with the damp cloth and dried me with the other.
“How am I going to explain that these towels got used?”
“Do clients not usually use the bathroom?” H asked.
“No, they tend to use the facilities downstairs.”
“I’ll take care of it. Nothing money can’t fix.”
I was reminded of how I was a Realtor and he was a successful businessman. I was just a plaything and would probably never see him again. I gave my thanks to fate or whatever gave me this experience that had shown me what sex could be like. I would never put up with an average fuck again.
We got dressed quietly. I put on my jacket and grabbed my purse.
“Could I ask you a question?” I asked quietly.
“Sure.”
“Did you actually want to view the condo at all, or was it all a set up to get into my panties.”
H picked up my thong and sniffed it before putting it in his pocket. “These panties?” He asked as his lip curled into a grin.
I bit my lip.
“No, I’m interested in the condo, though obviously I had imagined what might happen here. Turns out my imagination was lacking, the reality was much more pleasing.”
I smiled. “I’m so glad I didn’t disappoint.”
“You certainly didn’t, Miss Harris,” he smiled, and I realised we were back to our professional business selves. “I would like to make an offer on the condo.” He picked up the chair. “And you can explain that the strange gentleman making the offer took the chair he damaged with him and left a check for twenty thousand dollars in its place.”
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