She smiled at him all through dinner though never attempting to make small talk. He didn’t even know anything about her; if he had to successfully drive her away he’ll require an arsenal of information. It was too late to hire a private investigator, so he’ll have to dig in himself. What better way to dig than to meet his subject?
“Is it something about me or you hate small talk?” George queried a confused Jennifer. Few moments ago, he hadn’t struck her as a man who could appreciate small talk. Engaging in small talk was probably basic courtesy for a man like him.
“I wouldn’t know what to talk to you about,” Jennifer piped lowering her eyelashes as she uttered the word.
“It’s about time we changed that considering we’re engaged to be married. I wouldn’t want a communication inept wife,” George lied.
The man could be nice when he set his mind to it. For the rest of the dinner they shared titbits of their lives with one another. George, however, withheld all significant information. He really had nothing to hide except his desire to find a woman who would top Professor Kendra's sexual prowess. The less she knew, the better it was when this sham engagement ended.
George couldn’t help it, he enjoyed talking to her and hearing her talk. Her animated tone when she described her tenth birthday made arousal shoot through him. He felt like a paedophile for thinking of a ten year old that way. There was something about this woman, he just couldn’t phantom. He couldn’t afford to fall for her. Besides, how could a relationship start on the manipulation of his scheming family ever work?
The man was a listener; he seemed to be hanging on her every word. Talking was making him loosen up, although he seemed to be battling for control. Venice wasn’t created beautiful, men beautified it. She was ready to work on him. She had the patience; after all she really had nothing to lose but a lot to gain.
Best to strike when she was relaxed, George didn’t care if she would end up seeing him as erratic. She had to break off the engagement herself.
“I’ll be gone all night,” George uttered to a still chattering Jennifer.
“I don’t understand, is something wrong?" Jennifer calmly responded after getting over the initial shock.
He loved that he could surprise her. He could almost imagine her crying herself to sleep that night. George totally ignored her question.
“Hope you’re Okay staying alone,” his question sounded more like a statement. He didn’t care. Before Jennifer could make a comeback, George was already at the door. He hadn’t even bothered to see her back to the suite. It was certainly not business, else he would have probably mentioned it. Had she said something wrong?
Ouch, why did he have to turn on the light, she loved sleeping in the dark. Jennifer lazily opened her eyes expecting to see George. Good thing no one was around to watch the look of disappointment in her eyes. It was sunlight peeping in through the blinds, not George. The intensity of the sunlight told her it was long past morning. George had still not come back to her.
The beach was unusually busy this afternoon. George was happy to feed his eyes on the sexy bums that twirled past him. Nobody recognised him here, for once he loved that. After the night spent in a quiet partisan suite almost all alone, he could really use the crowd. He hoped Jennifer got frustrated enough to pick a fight with him so they could just break up.
George’s night had been almost uneventful, until he had ordered room service around 2 a.m. The serving girl recognised him from his previous trips to Venice when he had stayed in some other hotel she was working at. Never one to look down on people, he had had a little chat to pass time. When she was sure he was having no guest, she had offered to stay. George had refused to let her stay the night. He’ll end up working all night and giving her big O’s only to get small ones. He wasn’t in the mood for a small o. Besides, tomorrow she might even accuse him of sexual assault if she didn’t get all she wanted.
Just when the serving girl was about to leave, she shocked him. She dropped her phone close to his feet, before he could do the gentlemanly thing and pick it up for her. She dropped to her knees. Before he could say ‘Jack’ his trouser was unzipped and she had his penis in her mouth. All thoughts of sexual assault flew out of the window.
The serving girl sure had a great mouth. The feel of her mouth on his penis felt so good. Her tongue licked every inch of his penis as though it were a lollypop. She sucked softly sometimes, at other times she pumped up the action. Her blowjob was certainly on par. Another reason to stay single and not give up his independence to a blue blood like Jennifer, who would certainly take him to the cleaners if she caught him cheating. Time to head back to her and deliver another shock.
He had left his cell phone behind last night. Jennifer paced round the suite. She was so worried plus it was even too early to call family. “Where had he gone to? Did billionaires get abducted in Venice?"
Series of thoughts ran through her mind. The room door opened without her notice, when she turned around and bumped into the object of her torture; she did the first thing most people would do when they meet a long lost friend. Jennifer pulled George into her arms and gave him a hug that was more of a squeeze.
“Wow,” George exclaimed. He had expected nagging, maybe tears but definitely not a full-breasted hug. Squeezing against her breast felt wonderful but he still had to proceed with his mission as planned.
After a while, Jennifer realized she was squeezing him too hard. This was their first hug, she suddenly became self-conscious and pulled away.
“I’m so sorry,” she muttered almost under her breath. Turning around to escape.
“I need a blow job,” George responded to the apology.
Jennifer could almost not believe her ears. This man was certainly crazy. She should talk out his ears for placing such a demand in the most callous way after staying out all night.
“What did you say,” she queried. Turning around to face him, her face was blank and devoid of emotions.
George calmly removed his belt, pushed his trouser and brief down, wore his best what are you going to do look .
“I know you’re not deaf,” he calmly replied her pointing to his almost erect penis.
Jennifer was furious. How could a man be so callous, was this a test or him just showing what an ass he was? Maybe it was time to take care of his awkward demands. If he wanted a blowjob, he would get one. Jennifer got on her knees, took hold of George’s penis and teased the head with her tongue.
The girl certainly knew how to start a blowjob. However, she seemed too eager to please him. Any other woman would be mad at him. Was she so eager to marry him, why? Yes, he was a good catch but she was a better one. Rich, beautiful and powerful family name. Best to enjoy the blowjob now and probe the apparent desperation later.
She licked his penis as though it were her favourite flavoured lollipop. His dick smelled sweet; it was certainly his soap plus plenty of testosterone. He had a neatly carved mass of hair around the v region. It definitely took some work to keep it that clean.
George had to struggle to stay still while he got his desired blowjob. This blowjob felt better than Professor Kendra’s blowjob. He could hear his pulse quicken and feel his veins throb from pleasure. The serving girl was good but not this good. This Jennifer girl certainly knew how to fuck with all necessary body parts. He had screwed her pussy, her shit hole and now her mouth. She had done a good job with all three. Some other man would consider himself lucky to have her, but he didn’t want her.
She could feel him about to spill his seeds. Jennifer removed his penis from her mouth and left him standing there.
George watched her back as she walked away. Hell no, he refused to be teased this time. George sauntered to the next room. Jennifer was sitting at the end of the sofa, looking all calm and collected; just like that night in his mother’s house. He marched towards her, lifted her from the sofa and placed her on his laps.
Well, he had played right into it. Time to put an end to strange dem
ands; he was going to get fucked.
Jennifer threw down her robe; underneath it she was wearing nothing but her birthday suite. She mounted his penis and watched the emotions play on his face at his first skin-to-skin feel of her naked warm cunt. She bounced up and down his penis, making sure she took him in very deep. She did her best to hold rein of her emotions. She was going to pleasure him whilst taking very little pleasure for herself.
This was a strange turn of events from what he expected. The warmth of her cunt kept him from pondering on what she could probably be up to. It felt so ethereal to have her bobbing up and down his penis. He was about to have a big O.
Jennifer could feel him about to spill. She wasn’t about to let that happen, there were still more goodies in her goody bag. She took off from his penis before he could cum. She knelt by the bed, giving him the perfect doggy position.
Like a man with a mission, George left the sofa and headed straight to Jennifer. He rammed into her pussy from behind. He banged hard; her pussy was so wet and smooth. His dick was super excited to be swimming in her cunt. In less than five minutes, his body shook with tremors. It was a big O.
The man banged like a starving lion, she loved been fucked from behind. Especially when the fuck was hard and fast. She hoped he had enough in him to go more rounds.
Together they fell on the bed. George felt happier and satisfied than he had in a long while. “Could sex really give a man peace?” he pondered.
Jennifer fondled his nipples, distracting him once again from his thoughts. She could feel him try to build up resistance. One hand fondled his right nipple while the other hand went down to cup his balls.
George couldn’t help but gasp from pleasure, when he felt her little hand take hold of his balls. He turned towards her gathering her in his embrace and rolling on top. She looked lovely in her birthday suit with her brunette hair totally messed up. He pressed his lips to her breast and felt her body arch towards him. His phone rang, shattering the moment.
George had a special ring tone for everybody. His buddy Phils never called except it necessary. George headed towards his phone, grabbing a sheet to cover his naked butts.
“Hey Man,” he said into the phone moving into the next room.
She hadn’t gotten her satisfaction, not even a small cum. She couldn’t let the call shatter the moment for them. The man had a lot of sexual energy, she didn’t just aim at getting satisfaction; she also sought to show him that she was equal to the task.
Jennifer could hear his voice fading, she knew he was ending the call. She got up and confidently stands to him. He was standing by the window, looking out. He seemed to have something on his mind, something that could always wait. When he saw her coming towards him, he turned around and she bounded on him.
Together they shifted away from the glass window. George pushed her towards the wall, wrapped one of her legs round his hips and slid into her. Their height difference made them perfect for the position. He held her against the wall. Thrusting in and out of her cunt.
Jennifer let herself free; she let herself enjoy the moment. She could hear her own moans of pleasure, she hoped he loved soundtracks.
George loved a woman who could moan softly into his ears while he fucked her. Jennifer was giving him the right sound tracks. Another orgasm was on its way. He knew she hadn’t come during the other round. He was going to slow down his o and let her have hers first. He didn’t want to marry her didn’t mean she didn’t deserve an orgasm when she had given him one.
He thrust out of her and turned her towards the wall. Jennifer knew he wanted the shit hole. Well, she would have to take it gracefully. George slid into her shit hole slowly, there was only almost no pain. Jennifer held the wall and moaned with each thrust. Every thrust took her closer to heaven.
A woman who could take doggy and anal well, and even enjoy it. Why was she so desperate to marry him? It was time to give her an O. He changed the pattern of thrust, making each thrust more powerful and deeper. Vibrations rocked her body and he felt her go limp against him. That was certainly a big O.
She slept like a rock and didn’t even hear him talk on the phone. Phil had been extra quick this time. It seemed the information was just there for whoever cared to look. His phone rang again, this time it was his mother. Good thing she picked the right moment to call, time to let her know that someone else had been scheming her.
“Hey mom”, George piped into the phone.
"Having so much fun that you can’t spare a minute to call your poor momma?" Millicent queried light heartedly.
“Was just about to call,” George replied
“Uh, everything okay? " Millicent asked.
“Yes mom, the only problem is that you succeeded in getting me engaged to a fortune hunter.”
“Did you know they were broke? Even their house would soon be possessed by the bank,” George rambled off.
When Millicent had her fill of his whining, she cut him off. “Yes I knew all that, I also know that she had changed you in at least one-way; you no longer have to fuck paid escorts.”
George could almost not believe his ears, his mom had used the “f” word with him and she knew of Jennifer’s financial state beforehand.
Yes, she had changed him but she had also deceived him, on second thoughts they had never really discussed money or family.
Would it be wise to walk away from such a great fuck? Who knew how to make her come back for more? George pondered.
Maybe he should try knowing her outside the bedroom. He sensed her behind him, without looking he said, “I’m going to redeem your house; you can keep on the ring for now.”
The End
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