I turned to find a ravishing brunette sheathed in a clinging red dress, dripping with jewels. The predatory glint in her eyes was going strong, her voice high-pitched and insistent. Oh fuck, I knew this girl from somewhere.
“I’m Vanessa,” she reminded me seductively. “We met at Delinda’s party a couple weeks back? You promised we’d hit up L’Osseria’s wine-tasting event later this month,” she pouted. “I haven’t heard from you.”
“Um yeah,” I replied vaguely, “about that.” I’d completely forgotten about the so-called date, but it’d just been a brush-off. Women today were so pushy and aggressive it was insane.
“I work as a sommelier, I’d love to teach you about mouth feel,” the brunette continued seductively. “In fact, we can start right now.” And damned if she didn’t hike up her skirt to reveal a peachy pink pussy. It was pretty, I have to admit, ripe and juicy for someone so thin. Seductively, she ran a hand through her wet folds, coating her fingers in cream and pushed them into my mouth, forcing me to suck.
“Tastes good, right?” she asked huskily, eyeing me from under her lashes.
And reader, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I closed my mouth over her fingers and tasted. It was instinctive, pure reflex, all base reaction, and fuck, I’m into pussy no less. If it’s in my mouth already, I’m going to sample the cream.
But Vanessa’s particular brand of juice wasn’t my type. It was bland and mealy, probably because she was underfed. I wanted to spit her fingers out of my mouth, but it was too late. A gasp on the stairs let us know we’d been caught.
Who would it be but Teresa, ascending to the second floor, watching as I sucked another woman’s cunt juices. Her red lips were pursed in a silent “O,” her eyes wide with shock. And I have to admit, I was in a compromising position. Vanessa’s fingers dripping with juice were in my mouth, her dress was pulled up to her waist, and her snatch was obviously bare, gyrating against my crotch.
With a quick gasp, Teresa turned on her heel and fled downstairs immediately, my heart sinking as she left. Oh shit, oh shit.
“Who was that?” asked Vanessa silkily. “Oh well, doesn’t matter, probably just another ho who wants the hottest up-and-coming politician in San Francisco,” she purred, humping my crotch even harder with her bare twat.
But I’d had enough. I pushed the bitch away and snarled something, I have no idea what, my thoughts completely focused on hunting down Teresa and explaining what had just happened. But the crowd below was still mingling, still clinking their champagne glasses, and fuck, I couldn’t make a scene with so many potential donors. So I ambled downstairs and forced myself to mix with guests, to smile jovially and shake more hands until the event ended. Never had I been at a party so fucking tedious, so fucking unbelievably long, when all I wanted to do was to talk to my girl.
And I found her at the end of the night, when I got into the car’s backseat. She was waiting for me, her eyes dry but oddly bright, as if she’d been crying.
“Teresa,” I began. “Let me explain. Seriously, it’s not what it looked like.”
“No Matt,” she said slowly. “Don’t start. I’m just a hired gun and what you do on the side is your business. We never talked about getting nookie elsewhere, it’s an undefined part of the contract,” she said frozenly. “I just need twenty five thousand more,” she concluded swiftly.
“Teresa, seriously, please,” I pleaded. “It’s not like that. I only met that bitch once before in my life, she came onto me, I had nothing to do with it, I swear!” Even to me, it sounded like the lamest bullshit.
“Twenty five thousand,” she said again woodenly, looking out the window, not meeting my eyes. And what else could I do but agree?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Teresa
I’d been so clueless, it was pathetic. What had I been thinking? I berated myself again and again as the black car sped to the townhouse. Matt was SF’s most eligible bachelor, the toast of the town as a newly-minted billionaire, celebrated for his success and charisma. I, on the other hand, was a lowly cleaning lady, an illegal immigrant trying to scrape by in this beautiful city. I’d been stupid to think I could be someone special to someone like him.
Then why did it hurt so bad? I shouldn’t have been so emotional, so distraught at catching him with that woman. He’d never promised to be monogamous, he’d never promised that he wouldn’t flirt with other women. Heck, Matt probably had to sleep with old crones just to get them to open their checkbooks, isn’t that how politics worked?
I shook my head, mentally steeling myself, preparing for the job ahead. Because this just was a job, I reminded myself viciously, nothing more than payment for services rendered. I wouldn’t get attached, no matter what happened, no matter how emotional and uncomfortable I felt. Eyes on the prize, I screamed at myself -- a payout of one hundred thousand dollars for three months of work. Tax-free, no less.
So when the car pulled up to the curb, I exited gracefully, the chauffeur following with my suitcase.
“In the guest room please,” I chimed.
But Matt had other ideas. “Jones, master suite,” he pointed before handing the chauffeur a tip.
“Of course, sir,” Jones bowed, making his way upstairs.
As soon as the driver was out of earshot, I spun on my heels and hissed at the big man.
“You can’t possibly think that we’re sleeping together after what I just saw tonight,” I snarled like a cat in pain.
Matt was prepared, his blue eyes glinting. “Honey, nothing happened,” he drawled. “Women in this city are predators, especially if there’s money flying around,” he said. “Besides, you were the most beautiful girl at the fundraiser hands down.”
I was about to utter a sharp retort but caught myself. What had happened to not being emotional? I needed to check myself.
“Yes of course,” I purred. “I’m sorry I overreacted, I see what you mean. If I could just get that twenty-five thousand now?” I asked sweetly.
With a quirk of his eyebrow, Matt led me upstairs and dashed off another check for twenty five, this time made payable to cash.
“Thank you so much,” I said silkily. “After you,” I gestured towards the bedroom.
If it was odd that I’d morphed so quickly into willing fuckdoll, he made no comment, instead putting his big hands on my waist and guiding me into the cavernous space. Before I could flick on the light, he nuzzled my neck from behind, lightly tracing the rim of my ear with the tip of his tongue, inhaling the scent of my hair.
“You were the most beautiful girl there tonight, you know,” he murmured in a low voice. “I wasn’t making that up.”
And my heart started to beat faster, my insides heating. It was just so hard to be an ice princess around this man, but again, I steeled myself, reminding myself that this was just a job.
“Thank you baby,” I purred, sinuously writhing against him, making sure to brush that burgeoning hardness with my ass. “And you were the star of the show, a real politician in the making,” I cooed.
Matt’s hands paused for a moment as they roamed my body. Maybe I’d gone overboard because my normal self was sweeter, more genuine, less saccharine. But he made no comment and after a moment, the big hands continued questing over my body, cupping my breasts, exploring the swell of my hips, before pulling up the hem of my skirt.
“I want you,” he growled low in my ear, hitching up my dress so that it was bunched around my waist. I circled my ass against his groin again, this time grinding harder, making sure that hot rod nestled between my ass cheeks.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his hips reflexively pushing into mine. “You’re so fucking wet,” he moaned as his hands slipped over my g-string, dipping between my legs to stroke my engorged cunt.
“Mmm,” I sighed, leaning my head back against his shoulder. “Let me make it exciting for you.”
And with that, I pushed him onto the bed and began dancing in the cavernous space. There was a giant bulge at his crotch a
nd I stared at it hungrily, almost starving, before calling up the slut within.
Because that’s what happened as a result of my molestation by Uncle Gordo. I unleashed my inner hooker at an early age, and the fact is that I love that side of myself, that sensuous, disgusting, nasty girl that wallows in hot sex, showing men her dripping pussy, letting men touch, smell, feel and fuck. And Matt was going to be no exception.
Slowly, I gyrated, pulling the zip of my dress down inch by inch. I stood with my back to him, moving my hips in slow suggestive circles as I slid the velvet sleeves off my shoulders, baring gleaming skin, my boobs held in check by the tiniest, tiniest bralet. Or maybe I should say that my boobs weren’t held in check at all, they bounced out almost immediately, the bra woefully small for my Double D jugs.
Stepping out my dress, I was clad only in heels, stockings, and a wisp of lingerie. Putting a finger in my mouth, I sucked lasciviously, never breaking eye contact, and circled a nipple through my bra, the coffee tip hard and aroused, jutting like a missile in the warm air. I pulled the cups down all the way, exposing my juicy flesh and slowly, oh so slowly, lifted a boob to my mouth to lick at my own nipple, savoring it like a lollipop.
Matt moaned again, mesmerized, never taking his eyes off my gyrating body. By now he’d unzipped and that ruthless, commanding cock was in his hand, the squeeze slow and rhythmic as he pleasured himself. As I watched, a bead of white formed at the tip, growing larger until it slid down his pole, the pre-cum lubing his shaft as he worked it up and down. Oh god, it looked delicious.
And fuck, the sound of him palming himself was so arousing, it made my cunny juice run even harder. By now, there was a visible wet spot on my panties and I took the opportunity to run my finger in my mouth again before tracing the line of my g-string, lifting it up and away from my puss before pulling the material to the side entirely, letting him see my beautiful snatch.
It was fucking wet, shiny and pink, and I could smell myself as I danced. I was flushed deep red inside, moist and glistening with my arousal, a bead of white glowing at the opening of my hole. Matt was practically salivating now, his hand job growing more urgent, that big purple head mottling, semen dripping to the ground, there was so much pre-cum.
But I wasn’t done yet. Slowly, I undid the strings at my hips, pulling the triangles of lace off my little pussy. I rubbed the material through my snatch, wetting it, before bending over so that he could see my cunny from the back. Slowly, oh so slowly, I worked that material into my vag, pushing it in bit by bit, until all that remained were the long, lace strings dangling from my hole.
Matt had gone crazy by now, his hand a blur on his prick, his face a mask of agony, his breathing coming out in harsh gasps and pants. But I didn’t want him to come yet. I wanted him to suffer, to prolong the agony of this moment as punishment for hurting me tonight.
I backed into him, dancing between his legs, my ass gyrating just inches from his face. Then I bent over again and looking over my shoulder, asked in the sweetest voice, “Pull it out of me, mister?”
He was only too kind to oblige. With a free hand, he reached for a silky string and started tugging, watching with rapt eyes as the material exited oh so slowly from my twat. Inch by inch, the gleaming champagne silk emerged, this time totally transparent with my juices, me twisting and moaning beneath him as I felt the luscious silk slip from my cunny.
I stood up to start dancing again but evidently Matt wasn’t done with me yet. He wrapped the sopping material around his dick, winding it tight around that massive pole, and beckoned me to come closer.
“On your knees,” he ground out, parting his legs.
Obediently, I fell before him, my mouth already open. Of course he’d want to fuck my mouth, maybe make my eyes water by shoving hard into my throat. But instead he said, “Take it off me with your teeth.”
Hmm, this was different. Looking up at him through my lashes, carefully I unwound the silk from his cock, daintily nipping with my lips, circling my head again and again until the drenched material hung down my chin, leaning back in supplication as I met his gaze.
“Now eat it,” he growled.
What? What was he talking about? But the big man did it for me. With clever fingers, he pulled my chin down and began forcing the silk into my mouth, stuffing my panties into my mouth. My eyes were wide with shock as the pungent scent of my own twat filled my nostrils. What kind of depraved man was this? Where had he gotten this idea? But obediently, I let him cram the material in until I could no longer speak, jamming even the dangling strings between my pearly whites.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, “I don’t like my women to talk when we’re fucking. Just grunt if you need something,” he added slickly.
Oh fuck. I was done for. He was so fucking sexy, so depraved that I knew I’d met my match. I was running like a fire hose between my legs now, kneeling before him in supplication, totally nude with my eyes begging for more.
And he knew it. With a chuckle, Matt stood, pulling me up with him, this time shedding his clothes so that we were both naked before shoving me onto the bed face first.
“Oomph!” I grunted, the air forced out of my lungs. He roughly split my legs so that I was open before him, eyeing my pussy from the back. “Mmm, lovely,” he murmured before running a finger up and down my pink halfshell. “Just the way I like it.”
And reader, before I could react, he’d knelt between my legs and licked me, from clit to anus.
“Aiee!” I shrieked as best I could, my scream muffled by the panties in my mouth. What would Uncle Gordo think? What had happened to my psychological barriers? Ignoring my wail, he pinned a heavy arm across my lower back, his other holding down my thighs so that my pussy was exposed to the air, his mouth, his dick, whatever he wanted to do.
“I know you hate oral,” he grunted, “but shut the fuck up.”
My eyes closed for a moment, memories of my uncle looming in the forefront of my mind. How I’d gyrated on his lips, letting him lap me, letting him nip at my clit, dancing like a stripper on his tongue.
But Matt was different. Now I was an adult, with full understanding of what was happening to me. I was sexy, I was powerful, I understood my body. No longer the simpering girl-child, I embraced the slut within and squealed again as Matt lapped me from behind, dragging that tongue all the way from clit to anus before circling my hole and poking at it, jabbing mercilessly into my vag.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” I panted. It was so fucking good and all I could do was twist futilely as his mouth subjected me to the first full-fledged oral I’d had in ten years. And reader, it was absolute heaven, a million times better than what I remembered. I gyrated my hips as he held my pussy open, exposing that ruby red inside, bucked wildly as he kissed and bit my clit and finally, let go with a gush when he shoved his entire face against my puss, tasting me in my entirety.
“Aieee!” I screamed, my spine almost bent over backwards, my legs jerking compulsively as my pussy spasmed again and again and again.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “Keep coming, I want to feel you spill in my mouth.”
I could no longer hear him, in the throes of an intense roller coaster. My pussy clenched and twitched, finding its release as he worked my nub, and before I knew it, I’d let out a spray of fluid, drenching the bedspread, coating Matt’s lower face with my tangy twat cum.
To his credit, he didn’t move an inch, his face planted hard into my puss, his tongue still moving against my hole as I squirted every which way. Only when the twitches started to subside, when I was a limp, trembling mass, did he pull away, stroking my thighs, giving my clit one last pinch before running a forearm across his mouth.
“Girl juice never tasted so nasty,” he said, licking his lips. “I gotta fuck it,” he said, positioning himself, looming over my back, and with one hard, merciless thrust, shoved that cockpole into my trembling puss.
“Aieee!” I squealed again. Although I was loose and ready, the feel of tha
t massive member stretching me was still a tight fit. I squirmed beneath him, panting, trying to adjust, trying to find room for that member between my vag walls. And sure enough, my channel expanded, the lube so copious, that the cock finally settled, Matt reaching a hand below to stroke my clit before starting up a rhythm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted as he fucked me, letting his dick slide in and out, almost pulling out sometimes just to fuck back in full force. “Fuck you feel good little girl,” he groaned, his big shoulders and arms straining as he held himself up above me.
The slap of our flesh was obscene, loud, wet, and utterly disgusting, and I loved every second of it. Without realizing it, I was bucking against him, meeting every thrust with a backwards push of my rear end, making sure he got in deeper, the better with which to capture his man juice.
And I wasn’t disappointed. His thrusts grew more urgent, his growls louder and with a sudden roar, he came inside me, his dick pulsing with energy, the vitality coating my walls with slick streams of white.
And reader, there’s nothing I love more than a man coming in my pussy. Some girls like it in their mouths, some like it on their breasts, but I love it when a man drenches my ovaries with sperm, those hot trails like lava inside.
I followed him over the edge, my vag doing its second dance of the night, clenching and spasming around that hot rod, milking him dry for all he was worth. And when it was over, Matt collapsed on me, his heavy weight pushing me deep into the bedspread, crushing me so that I could barely breathe.
“Mmmf!” I squealed, my balled-up panties still in my mouth.
“Hmm, I kinda like seeing you like this,” he said silkily, tracing his fingers around my lips, massaging them. “All stuffed up with no place to go. Why don’t we shower, and then maybe, only maybe, I’ll fish that g-string out,” he rumbled against my cheek, lightly tracing a shoulder blade with a finger before lifting me up in his arms.
And reader, those panties didn’t come out of my mouth … for hours.
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