“Not yet,” Alex said. He slapped her ass back down and Candice groaned a little.
Alex gripped one of her thighs and began to firmly massage it. He was soon working upwards towards her pussy. The edge of his fingers scraped against her cunt and Candice groaned. She desperately wanted him inside of her.
“Please,” Candice said.
Soon a single probing finger began to explore her wetness. Candice sighed as Alex started to finger-fuck her. He began gently but then picked up in speed and intensity. With each stroke, Candice was getting wetter and wetter.
“That feels good,” Candice said. She sighed a bit as his fingertips touched her cervix. It was intense and hot. Candice wanted more though, so she did the only thing she thought she could do. She begged for it.
“Please, fuck me,” she said. “Please, please, please.”
Alex took his fingers out of her wet cunt. Candice moaned in disappointment, which was soon replaced by the feeling of his cock between her ass cheeks. The oil made his cock slippery and it glided easily between her two large cheeks. She could feel a little bit of his precum drizzle out onto her buttocks each time he thrust his dick forward. Candice leaned back to take hold of his dick and put it into her pussy.
“Not yet,” Alex said again. He smacked her ass. His hand felt hot and her ass turned red from the slap. Candice liked the hot burn of his hand on her ass. She squirmed from side to side.
Alex grabbed her hips and flipped her over. His cock hovered above her and Candice opened her mouth. She wanted to suck it. This he allowed. He slowly eased his cock to her mouth and she opened up wide. She could feel his balls slap against her chin as he slowly fucked her face. She used her hands to gently massage his balls. She could feel them tighten as if he was going to cum. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and pointed it towards her pussy.
Candice sighed as she felt him enter her. His cock was hard and hot. She could feel it pulsate inside of her as he began to slowly thrust into her. She leaned upwards and kissed him. Alex took her hands and held them above her head, pinning her to the bed.
“Yes, yes, fuck me,” Candice said.
“You like that? You like my hard dick in you?”
“I love it. Fuck me,” Candice moaned.
Candice pushed her hips upward as Alex thrust downwards and soon the two were in a smooth rhythm. Their synchronized movements made Candice even wetter. She could feel Alex’s body begin to tense.
“I want you to cum in me,” Candice said.
Alex nodded and then leaned down to kiss Candice. He grunted as he pushed his dick further and further into her. She could feel the tip of his cock kissing her cervix. Her pussy began to grip his penis and an orgasm ran through her. A wave of pleasure ran through her entire body and she shook violently. Her pussy began to milk Alex’s cock and soon he was unloading into her.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Alex said. His cock shot out a huge load into her. His entire body shook and he moaned as he filled her with his cum.
He lay on top of her for a moment. Alex kissed her lips and then took his penis out of her. Candice could feel the warmth of his cum still in her. She put her fingers in her pussy and felt the hot juice. She pulled her fingers out and licked them, savoring the taste of their combined juices.
She smiled and let herself enjoy the moment. She got up after a few moments and showered. Then she went back into the bedroom. Alex took a shower as well and lay down next to her. He still smelled of a forest. It made Candice smile.
“So was that everything that you wanted?” Alex said.
“It was. I wasn’t expecting you to fit so nicely into my life,” Candice replied.
“Good. I like you, Candice. I want you around more.”
“I think that just might happen.” She turned and kissed Alex. He put his arm around her and Candice soon fell into a dreamless sleep.
7. Yes, Daddy!
By: Natasha Spencer
Yes, Daddy!
© November 2017 – All rights reserved
By Natasha Spencer,
Published by Passionate Publishing Inc.
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Chapter One
Eric Jamison stood with his back to the other board members. He heard their arguments and understood it was a huge risk, but it was worth it. He listened without judgment and carried himself with distinction. There wasn’t much that he had to say. He was the boss. They could make their opinions known, but, ultimately, it was his decision.
“I can’t stress this enough, Mr. Jamison. We do this and there’s no coming back,” Barbara Coleman said. “The public will vilify you and make you the scapegoat. They won’t understand the bigger picture and I vehemently oppose anything that is going to give our public image a black eye.” She was the company’s last line of defense when it came to keeping the press from attacking like vultures.
“I appreciate the feedback, but I really didn’t come in here to have you change my mind,” Eric said. “The fiscal year has been dismal and we need to make some changes. It’s not going to be an easy transition, but it’s necessary to continue forward. This merger makes sense on paper.” He didn’t bother to turn to face the accusing eyes of those he had handpicked to become the inner circle.
“I would like to make one suggestion,” Barbara said. “Keep this information to the close knit group sitting around this table. If something were to get out, then you’ll know it’s time to clean house. I hate to say this, but if this is going to work then we can’t have the possibility of loose lips sinking ships.” Barbara was frazzled and looked around to find no one coming to her aid. She wasn’t expecting them to rally around her, but a few comments of encouragement would have gone a long way.
The rectangular oak table was surrounded by ten black high-backed chairs. Those in attendance were quite nervous. They already knew Eric was reckless, but more often than not the risk always paid off a bigger reward.
The windows overlooked the city of Los Angeles. The smog was commonplace and shrouded the city as if to prevent anyone from seeing their dirty little secrets.
“I know this isn’t a favorable decision and I understand your trepidation,” Eric said, standing straight. “This is a business decision and I can imagine the backlash from the rest of the company when they find out. There might be a few die hard liberals and Catholics which won’t be able to stay in my employment.” His 6’2, 195-pound body overlooked those he considered to be the little people.
“I don’t know why all of you are cowards to speak up. I was hired specifically to make sure that we weren’t going to be crossing any lines. I’ve done my best over the years that I’ve been here to keep this company from imploding.” Barbara’s hair had a tinge of gray and no amount of hair color had been able to keep them from returning. She’d never felt so stressed in her life, even with the last 10 years being so challenging.
The company had caused her several sleepless nights and being irritable had become more prevalent by the day. She loved her job and putting out fires was a dangerous game not many could play.
“I can assure you my people know when to come to me with their concerns. My door is always open, but don’t expect a change of heart,” Eric said. “This is going to happen and the money from this merger will become something that we can laugh over during expensive lobster dinners.” He knew they didn’t see his vision and he couldn’t have cared less.
The one thing he had learned from his father before his passing was that there was no point in playing it safe. Life was made to feel the adrenaline runni
ng through the veins. His father was not a saint and several dirty dealings were made under the cover of darkness.
Eric felt like he had taken a little bit of his father, but he was doing it his way.
“Sex will always sell and the Internet has proven that time and time again. We get into bed with these people and where does it end? It’s a very slippery slope and ripe with far-reaching consequences.” She got up in her tasteful black pantsuit with pinstripes and ran her hands through her salt and pepper locks.
“As always, I appreciate your counsel and you were chosen precisely for this reason. I do agree with your assessment that this needs to be handled with kid gloves. Anyone caught giving out secrets will be summarily dismissed from their employment without recourse. I will make sure those responsible will never find employment in this city again.” It was a bold claim to make, but Eric knew he had the resources to blackball anybody. It was a matter of cultivating those resources by indulging in one of his favorite pastimes.
Cigars were a guilty pleasure, but it was also a means to an end. He could sit with the movers and shakers with a cigar in hand and a snifter of cognac in the other. There were many deals made with a handshake.
There were grumbles of dissension amongst the ranks, but nobody was in any mood to challenge his authority at this meeting. He had taken a company failing miserably and made it a multimillion dollar enterprise. Taking risks had paid off in big dividends, including raises and bonuses for jobs well done.
“I didn’t want to say this in front of the others, but I think that Barbara might be underplaying this. Of course, I know there’s always a method to your madness, but this time you might have bitten off more than you can chew,” Jack Arnold, his second in command, said. “This company deals with diamonds and has taken an interesting turn from time to time. This latest adventure into the adult arena of movies is going to cause some skepticism.”
“Jack, when have I ever cared about others perceptions? I’ve always gone by the beat of my own drum,” He turned to Jack and put his two hands on his shoulders like they were sharing something quite momentous. “There’s always going to be somebody that’s not going to like what I do. I’ve had some interesting debates with my wife, Michelle. She’s been quite vocal on this subject, but knows when to cut her losses when it comes to arguing with me.”
“I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t tell you what I thought. You probably know what you’re doing and there’s no point in second guessing you.” Jack felt like he was castrated and finding his voice was the only way that he was going to be heard.
“I’ve been carving my existence in my image for as long as I can remember. This company wouldn’t be where it is today without my influx of cash,” Eric said. “I know most of you thought that I was a rich and over indulged rich kid playing business. I’ve always had a knack and a sort of gift for seeing things differently when it comes to business practices.” This was an emergency Sunday meeting and he was missing out on the market a few blocks away.
“I have seen the numbers and they are quite impressive. Diamonds might be a girl’s best friend, but porn will always be a lonely man’s best friend. It’s also the dirty secret of a married man who feels stagnant in his relationship. Marrying the two is a bold move. I look forward to seeing your vision come to life.” Jack had the broad shoulders of a football player and could sing the song of seduction like no other.
“We can’t take anything for granted until the paper is signed on the dotted line. It’s a matter of great importance this merger is never made public. Hiding it in plain sight under a lot of red tape will help us to avoid public scrutiny.” Eric felt this heavy feeling on his chest and he ignored it like always. He believed it was his conscience trying in vain to get his attention.
“I don’t know how you’re going to keep this quiet for long. Pillow talk and drinking excessively has become the bane of any company’s existence.” Jack turned to leave and he was responsible for the red tape. It was going to be interesting to keep the jackals from their front door.
“I depend on you more than I should, but you always find a way to make it work. This merger will help us to fly higher than we’ve ever flown before. I would hang on tight for the bumpy ride, but I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.” Eric surveyed the landscape below on the street and placed each person between his two fingers. He could easily crush them without having a second thought.
His black, knee-length leather jacket was behind the door and he snatched it from the hook on his way out. The Sunday market was calling his name. The art of the deal was what he lived for. He was able to fine tune his negotiating tactics with those peddling their wares.
Chapter Two
The young woman was wearing expensive Gucci sunglasses and handbag to match. The many vendors, most likely crooked, had the gift of persuasion and weren’t afraid to make the initial approach.
Her long platinum hair from all the sun that she had been receiving in tropical settings was in a ponytail over her shoulders. The natural beauty of her body wasn’t lost on those spectators giving her the careful once over.
She had gone out of her way to accentuate the positives, including a couple of buttons undone to show just a modicum of skin.
Those milling around her stopped momentarily as if their interest wasn’t like a neon sign over their head. She dressed with the confidence of a woman who sold herself at night, fueling their looks of hunger.
“I hope you know that I wouldn’t ask you to do this unless I thought it was necessary. I hold you in high esteem and this business will always have its ups and downs. I apologize for how fast we blew through the money. It was not my intention of losing it at the tables in Monte Carlo.” Nicholas was a notorious womanizer, drunk, and gambler.
“I don’t want to hear it. We’ve been over this and it’s not like we can go back in time to change things. I wasn’t expecting us to live high off the hog forever. I just thought that we had some breathing room. Money will always be the root of all evil.” She found herself interested in some of the homemade items for sale.
“Claire, you’ve known from the moment we met that I have issues.” This statement was vastly under-exaggerated. He believed the world owed him something and had found a way to use people to prevent him from drowning in a 9-to-5 existence.
She could literally feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. His voice was grating on her last nerve. It reminded her of those days in Catholic school where the scratching of the blackboard would send chills down her spine.
“I’ve accepted you for all of your faults. We don’t have to beat this thing to death.” She gravitated towards one of the tables with high-end scarves in a multitude of colors.
“I’m probably going to apologize a few more times before I figure it’s enough. Getting drunk was one thing, but losing our nest egg was unforgivable.” It wasn’t the first time that he had done something foolish and it wasn’t going to be his last. “I really don’t know what I would do without you and I don’t want to find out.” Nicholas felt deeply about their connection, but he understood their relationship was primarily platonic.
They would enjoy each other’s company in the bedroom from time to time to get one out of the chamber. There was no emotional connection. He wasn’t even sure that she was capable of such an emotional outburst. She was cold and calculating. There was a wall to make sure nobody got close enough to hurt her physically or otherwise.
“I’m not going to dignify that with a response. Leave me alone. It would be best that we don’t talk for some time. Do yourself a favor and make some time with a lonely housewife looking to get laid.” Claire turned off the Bluetooth and took a breath of relief of not having to listen to him anymore. She wondered why she hadn’t cut him loose and the truth was painfully clear.
Bouncing from one orphanage to another had denied her the right of what having a family was all about. Meeting Nicholas had given her a purpose and a reason to trust somebody besides
herself. They were both damaged souls looking for somebody to cling onto as a lifeline. She was a little bit more subtle where he was practically screaming for help.
The smell of overpriced cologne had her looking around for the source. It was an aphrodisiac and the name of the cologne foiled her senses. There was the aftertaste of sophistication in the air. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end.
Claire turned her 5’2 and 110 pound frame in a circle. She looked over the crowd and felt the tediousness of their lives crushing her from afar. It was the same old story with different characters within the pages of the chapters.
Bumping into him was an accident and felt like she had made contact with a brick wall. She stumbled backward, losing one of her high heels in the process. She found herself knocked off balance.
Eric was slightly startled, but he managed to reach out to prevent her from falling in an unladylike fashion. Her hand was soft as butter and her eyes bore into him from the moment they looked at each other.
“It was my fault… I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Claire shielded her eyes from the sun. The feel of his hands on the small of her back was causing slight tingles to run up and down her lower extremities.
“We could call it kismet and what are the odds of us bumping into each other. I don’t mind saying you have the face of an angel. Heaven is missing one of their flock and I can almost see the wings sprouting from your back.” He was never comfortable with the ladies and his wife wasn’t the exception to the rule.
“You are one silver-tongued devil in disguise. The suit is Armani. Don’t even get me started on the cologne. You’re not afraid of standing out from the crowd. Humble doesn’t do you justice. I don’t like anybody that feels they are better than everybody else.” She was putting him on the spot and using the shield of her sunglasses to run her eyes down over his frame.
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