Masked Indulgence

by Michelle Love

  “You aren’t wasting any time, are you?” asked Mark.

  “I need to get changed for bowling, silly. Did you think I was going to wear a dress to the bowling alley?”

  “Why not? You’d attract every guy’s attention there.”

  “I don’t need to attract them. I have your attention. Don’t I?”

  Angela winked at Mark.

  “Make yourself at home. Lounge on the couch, I am just going to throw a few things on. There are beers and some cheese in the fridge which you can help yourself to. How’s business?”

  “We are working on some exciting deals. Commission this year is going to be juicy. I’ll probably clear well over six figures. And by well over, I mean at least two hundred to three hundred thousand. But I don’t like to talk about business. Let’s talk about how great your ass looks in those jeans.”

  Angela entered the living room wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a dark purple hoodie. She was happy that Mark noticed how good she looked in regular, casual clothes, in addition to fancy garments.

  “You think my ass looks great?” asked Angela rhetorically.

  “You are the best fuck I’ve ever had. Honest truth.”

  Angela smiled to herself. That was one other thing she could pride herself on doing well. She scooted over to Mark and sat on his lap. She picked up the remote and started changing channels.

  Mark’s hands began to wander. They slipped under her hoodie casually and cupped both breasts. They were exactly as heavy and as perfectly shaped as he remembered. He kept them there for a while, squeezing and feeling their tenderness.

  Angela began to rub Mark’s penis through his pants. She loved the feel of his cock through his trousers. As she rubbed and tugged on it, it became ever harder. She undid his fly and let his cock fall loose. She continued to rub it for a while. Just as Mark was about to come, Angela fell to her knees and, placing her head on his lap, swallowed the full length of his shaft. Mark gripped the back of her head as he exploded into a monumental orgasm. There was so much cum, Angela didn’t know if she could bear swallowing it all. But somehow she managed. She thought it tasted good.

  She got up and sat down beside Mark on the couch. She looked over at Mark, who had a rather sleepy expression on his face. Angela let Mark lounge on the couch while she got up and did a few quick chores around the apartment. Her laundry needed to be folded and there were some dishes in the kitchen that needed to be done. It took about twenty minutes to finish up what she was doing, then she turned her attention to Mark.

  “I am going to have to kick you out, hun,” she said. “It’s bowling time.”

  “No worries. I’ve got to get back to my place and do some paperwork. All these deal deadlines are coming up pretty fast. It was great seeing you though. You look just as beautiful as you always do.”

  Angela kissed Mark goodbye, then got on her phone and called her mom. She told her that she was on her way and should get to the bowling alley in good time. When she got there, she found Rosalie and Sam, who had already begun bowling and were halfway through their round. Rosalie was leading by a few points. When they saw Angela arrive, they put the game on pause and came over to give her a warm hug.

  “I guess Mom and Ben haven’t arrived yet?” asked Angela.

  “Not just yet,” replied Rosalie. “We got here about an hour early so we have just been playing some games. You know, to warm up. I hope you don’t expect to kick our butts!”

  Angela laughed.

  “If you think I wouldn’t expect such a thing, then you don’t know me very well.”

  Sam laughed pretty hard, as did Rosalie, who punched her sister playfully in the arm.

  “Come on,” ventured Rosalie. “Let’s add you to the game.”

  The three of them played for some time, until Karen and Ben arrived. Angela was very happy to meet Ben, who seemed like a great guy. As they bowled, Angela and Ben shared a special bond, as he told her a bunch of adventure stories from his exciting path. She concluded, as did Rosalie, that he was the perfect match for their deserving mother. Angela was also thrilled to see that he was a pretty good bowler. He came in first place in every round they played. After the fourth round, everyone became tired and decided to call it a day. They made their way to the restaurant that was in the bowling alley and ordered some soft drinks and fries.

  Just then, Anderson showed up, wearing a loose-fitting white cotton shirt, some slightly baggy dark blue jeans, and tennis shoes.

  What She Feels

  Part Four

  (i) The Meeting

  Angela walked through the hall of her new office building. It was a gorgeous building; the carpets were brand new and a deep gray color. The exterior of the building was covered in floor to ceiling windows that were kept spotless by the two window cleaners on staff.

  Her high heeled shoes were silent as she nonchalantly walked down the hall toward the conference room that was seldom used. The building had three conference rooms, each one grander and more lavishly decorated than the one before. She was going to the last conference room, the one that was outfitted with an oak table and ugly blue rolling computer chairs.

  Twenty minutes ago, Anderson had sent her a text message that said only “Conference room C-20 minutes. Don’t be late.” Anderson was a very close friend of Frank’s, her boss, and could sometimes get special permission around Angela’s office building.

  She reached the heavy mahogany door and wrapped her thin fingers around the cold handle. She took a moment and wondered what Anderson had planned for her and why he wanted to meet with her in the middle of their workday. She and Anderson were both very busy people, and it was difficult enough for them to get away and meet after work, let alone at 12:00 p.m. on a Thursday.

  She took a breath and swung the door open. Sitting across the table was Anderson. He was dressed in an exquisite navy blue suit, with a gray tie. Angela wasn’t sure that she had ever seen him look quite as handsome as he did in that moment. His eyes seemed to shimmer in the light that streamed in through the windows, giving an impression that he was up to something.

  “Hello, Angela.” Anderson spoke. His voice had a tone that Angela had never heard him use with her. It was sexy and raspy, yet dominant and demanding.

  “Hey, Anderson,” Angela responded, trying to contrast his serious tone with a light and playful tone.

  “Sit,” he said.

  Angela could tell that it was a command, not a question. She did as he asked and took a seat across from him. The chair seemed rickety and moved underneath the weight of her body. It made her slightly nervous to be sitting across from Anderson on a chair that she didn’t trust. She imagined herself talking with him one moment, and the next sprawled out in a very unflattering way on the floor.

  “Do you know why I’ve brought you here?”

  “Not really, no.”

  “I would like to ask you a very serious question. This is not to be taken lightly, Angela.”

  “Okay, what is it?” Angela asked. Her heart sank into her stomach, but it seemed to light up at the same time. The question could be very good, or very bad. Anderson gave no clue with his facial expression. He was stoic and stared directly at Angela, making her feel that it was indeed a serious question.

  “Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night?” Anderson said. His face instantly split into a wide grin, knowing that he had fooled Angela.

  “You jerk! You had me so worried. Of course I want to go to dinner with you. I’m thinking lobster.” Angela said. Her harsh words were lessened in effect by the giggles that were emanating from her throat. She loved Anderson’s sense of humor. Even though he was a multi-billionaire, he didn’t let that get to him; he acted just like any man would.

  “I could go for some lobster. That does sound nice. I’ll let you know where we are going later. Pat and I will pick you up at eight. Be ready, Angela. I don’t like to wait,” Anderson said. The last two sentences were ringed with the same dominant tone as before.


  She couldn’t deny the fact that Anderson taking control of her made her panties start to grow wet with her delicious juices. She had always had a thing for being submissive to a strong, powerful man, and Anderson fit that description perfectly.

  “Yes, sir!” Angela said in a joking tone.

  In response to her words, Anderson’s eyes fluttered to the back of his skull. He let out a sigh that hinted at his strong desire to have Angela.

  Apparently he likes that, Angela thought to herself. She would have to remember that.

  Without warning, Anderson rose from his chair. He pushed the chair away from him as he stood, sending it flying back into the wall behind him. A loud bang was audible throughout the room, and possible throughout the entire floor.

  He walked around the table to Angela. He walked with purpose, taking long, powerful strides as he approached her. When he was close enough for Angela to see the detail on his expensive suit buttons, he stopped abruptly.

  “Get on your knees,” he said. Just as before, it was a command; it wasn’t a question.

  Angela obeyed and sank to her knees, thankful for the thick walls surrounding them, except for the windows that made up the back wall. She could hear the sound of his zipper descending, losing the fight against containing the hard rod of his excitement.

  He took a step closer, holding his throbbing cock in his hand. He entwined his hand in her long, thick, dark-colored hair and pulled her head closer to his manhood. She wrapped her soft, voluptuous lips around him and sucked gently. Apparently that wasn’t enough for Anderson. He held her still as he rocked his hips in a gentle, rhythmic motion as he fucked her face.

  Angela loved sucking Anderson’s cock. She knew that she was starting to become his little whore, and she loved that fact. He had awoken a hidden sexuality that Angela hadn’t known she had. It was as if he had reached into her soul and awoken the woman waiting there.

  Anderson’s long, thick cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. Not to the point of wanting to vomit; it was still a slightly uncomfortable feeling. Anderson withdrew his thick manhood from her mouth and gently slapped her cheek with his tool.

  “That’s my good girl,” he cooed.

  Without giving her a chance to reply, he silenced her with his thick cock once more. Angela let her tongue graze along the underside of his cock as he pushed into her mouth and subsequently withdrew, only to slam into her again.

  Angela felt the heat of his milky white juice squirt into her mouth without warning. It felt thick and warm with a slightly salty taste as it sat on her tongue. She swirled her tongue around, savoring the taste and texture before she let it fall down the back of her throat. She looked at Anderson and smiled.

  “Good girl. Get back to work, my little slut,” Anderson said as he stroked her cheek gently with his hand.

  Angela rose to her feet and felt the blood rush back into her legs. She glanced at her knees and saw the imprint of the carpet as red as lipstick on her knees. She knew that everyone in the office would know exactly what she had done in the conference room, and that fact turned her on even more. She kissed Anderson’s lips and walked out without saying a word. The heavy door closed with an audible thud.

  She walked back down the hallway, letting her hips sway with each step. The short, flirty skirt of her royal blue dress swished against her thighs. The silky fabric felt wonderful as it grazed her soft skin. She saw her coworkers looking at her, but she didn’t care. She really liked Anderson, and was proud to be the one to give him a midday blowjob. She smiled and remembered the taste of his cum on her throat.

  (ii)The Game

  The vibrator buzzed in her pussy. There were two prongs: one in her tight pussy and one firmly placed against her clit. With every vibration, waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body.

  “Which way, Angela?” Anderson demanded.

  “Right, go right!” she exclaimed.

  It was a game they were playing in the back of Anderson’s brand-new Rolls Royce. Every time they approached an intersection, Angela had to guess which way they needed to go in order to get to the restaurant. It wasn’t a fair game, in Angela’s opinion, since Anderson had never told her where they were going. When she guessed correctly, he would reward her with a strong pulse of the vibrator that he was controlling from his cellphone. If she guessed incorrectly, he would withdraw the sensation to a low hum. If she happened to miss two turns in a row, Anderson would completely turn off the device, leaving her begging for more.

  Anderson pulled Angela onto his lap with his strong arms. Angela could feel the ripples of muscle on his arms and abdomen as she sat on top of him. Of course, he had already pulled his thick cock out of the confines of his slacks. Angela could feel the hot liquid precum against her skin. She was already soaking wet, and her pussy was begging to have Anderson inside her.

  “Angela, we are going to add something to our little game. I’m going to put my cock inside your ass. You must make me cum by the time we get to the restaurant. If you don’t, I will keep teasing you all night, but I won’t let you cum. I’ll bring you right to the edge of ecstasy, my dear, only to snatch it away from your grasp.”

  Angela’s reply was only a surprised moan as she felt the tip of Anderson’s cock slip inside her ass. He spent no time warming her up before thrusting inside her. Angela’s high heels dug into the black carpet as she thrust herself down onto Anderson’s body, trying to bring him to orgasm before they arrived. She wanted to feel the sweet release of an orgasm, to be carried away on the tide of bliss.

  “Which way?!” Anderson shouted.

  “Straight.” Angela moaned. The feeling of the vibrator mixed with the feeling of his thick cock stretching her walls with every thrust had firmly planted itself in her mind and temporarily took control of her cognitive function.

  She felt the vibrator slow down to a low hum as the car turned to the left. She wished she could turn the vibrator back up to its fullest power, but that was up to Anderson. She was left to his mercy; she was completely under his spell. The vibrator thrummed gently against her clit, just enough to tease her but not give her the intense pleasure she craved.

  She thrust herself harder and faster on Anderson’s cock. It was slightly painful, but that only made her enjoy it more. Anderson moaned with each thrust on Angela’s perfect ass, but he didn’t sound close to an orgasm. She squeezed her muscles around his cock, attempting to milk the juice from him. She fucked him like it was the secret to eternal life. In this case, it was the key to having the orgasm she so desperately desired. It was kind of the same thing, in her mind.

  Anderson pushed her hair away from her neck. He kissed her neck gently as he placed his hands on Angela’s thighs, stopping her rhythmic thrusts.

  “I’m sorry, darling. You failed. It looks like there will be no orgasm for you tonight. Maybe, if I feel generous, we can try again on the ride home. We will see if you truly deserve an orgasm.”

  Angela’s heart sank. She felt that she needed to orgasm. Her clit throbbed and her pussy ached to be filled with his throbbing cock. She wanted to feel the ridge underneath the tip of his manhood slide inside her.

  She lifted her ass from Anderson’s lap and adjusted her panties. She went to take out the vibrating device, but Anderson demanded she leave it inside her. He turned it on to its fullest potential once more, making Angela moan accidentally.

  Pat came around and opened her door. She looked at Anderson pleadingly.

  “Get out of the car, Angela,” he said sternly.

  She obliged and stood on wobbly legs, the type that would be found on a baby deer instead of a grown woman. She took slow steps toward the restaurant, feeling the buzz against her clit with every step. She tried to walk normally and not give away her dirty secret. It was hard not to moan. She enjoyed the vibrations inside her, the eyes of all of the dinner guests, and the handsome man holding her hand and grinning madly beside her. They walked arm-in-arm together and walked underneath the aw
ning of the expensive steak house.

  Dining and Teasing

  As Angela sat down on the soft chair of the restaurant, the vibrator made it hard for her to sit down without moaning. There was something about the combination of sitting, movement, and the vibrator that was buzzing full-force against her clit that made it difficult not to utter a sound of pleasure.

  While Angela was struggling to contain herself, Anderson merely sat across the table with a content smile spread across his handsome face. It was obvious to Angela that he was enjoying watching her struggle to contain herself while he gave her a secret pleasure that only they knew was happening.

  Angela had to admit that it was really an erotic situation. The vibrator thrumming against her clit sent shivers up and down her spine. She had to speak to the waiter without making any moans or sounds that might betray their secret. Couple that with Anderson sitting across from her and her ass still hurting from the game they had played in the Rolls Royce earlier, and it was a wonder that Angela was able to speak at all.

  There was so much stimulation taking over her body. Every sensation, every orifice, every pore of her body begged to be released into the sweet bliss of an orgasm. That decision was up to Anderson, however. There was nothing she could do to convince him to let her cum, unless she won the game on the way back to her apartment.

  Anderson had started to become more dominant in their relationship, and Angela loved every moment of it. She had always had a fetish for being submissive to a man, but had never expressed that urge to anyone before now. She had always kept it buried down inside her like it was one of her vital organs—safe and protected from the eyes of the world.

  With Anderson, however, she felt free to make her wants known. It seemed that he didn’t need her to verbalize her desires; he just seemed to know what she wanted. He had a power over her, and it was beginning to seem that she had one over him.

  “Hey!” Angela cried as the buzzing against her clit slowed to a medium hum.