He then pulled out and rolled us over, and I now found myself on top of him, back to the main camera, ass resting on his cock. My eyes asked him what he wanted me to do, but his hands were already on a mission to answer; he tugged and pulled me until his cock found home again inside of me, and then rocked my hips back and forth for the moment, until I needed the rhythm myself, and carried on the motion by myself.
“Daddy...” I moaned, as my head rested back, my hands feeling his firm chest and his hands grabbed at my ass. His cock was amazing inside of me, a feeling I never wanted to get rid of, never wanted to leave me. I brought my head back, my eyes back, to meet Joshua's again, though I found him falling back into pleasure, as his eyes closed, his hands grip on my ass became tighter, and his hips thrusted faster into me, his cock pulsing inside of me. I leaned down from my upright position, and like he did before, kissed him, made love to his lips as he fucked me, caressing his face slowly as his cock slowly went deeper and deeper into me. His hands then moved away from my ass and wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer less like a model, but more like a lover.
“Oh, Jessica...” He moaned, and it was that instance that I felt him fill my insides, his cock giving one last final thrust before slowing, before stopping. His cum wrapped around my womb, and while it did, his lips locked again with mine, embracing me.
I then pulled off of him, feeling the cum drip slowly out of me, and adjusted myself on the bed so that my face could meet his cock. It was still hard, still firm with desire, but wet from my insides, from his own cum. My hand wrapped around it, though my hand seemed smaller than it was when it did, and my tongue started to clean up his cock, tasting every inch of it, licking up every drop. Joshua's hands started caressing my back as I did, and I could feel the blood starting to come back to his cock, starting to beckon him to continue to have his way with me.
“I think I'll enjoy this, Joshua.” I say quietly, as my hands start stroking his cock back to health, back to action. “I think you'll enjoy this, daddy.”
My question did not go unheard, as I hear a subtle response from behind me, asking if I just said what I said. But the response was silenced as my lips wrapped around his cock, now harder than it was before, and started to suck as hard as I could, hands stroking with every motion. As I did, I adjusted my legs around, putting my cunt right next to his face, so he could share in my treatment of him; he obliged, wrapping his hands around my legs, working as hard on me as I did him, through his own cum, dripping out of me.
I'm not sure what I had just gotten myself into, as the cameras spied me down, as my insides trembled with anticipation of this child, but something told me to not stop, to keep going, that this was where I belonged.
That something also mentioned how good his cock tasted. I sucked harder.
Hot Body Relaxation
Lesbians, Threesomes, Sex Toys
I love the way this car drives. Very smooth. Engine is quiet. It is a very good personification of peaceful, while still looking dangerous, with its slick red paint. I say it was worth the purchase.
Hello, my name is Jessica. About five and a half feet tall. Beautiful long blond hair; don't listen to the haters. Men have adored me and lusted after me for some of my more curvy features, with rocking hips and a busty top,and while my preference is to make my hair stand out, my recent occupation demands I do otherwise; I absolutely love my hair, though. Before I was very casual with the way I dressed, but now, with my high heels, low top, cut to show off as much shoulder as possible without being too provocative, and a stunning red to match my vehicle, I'd a bit more out there than before.
My job? I entertain at a local club. It's pretty engaging work, and I've met many good people there. Though I guess I've met my share of bad people as well, given my line of work. But my boss, Viktor, has always been good to me, and those few sour apples never stay around for long.
My job not that long ago was to house sit for my aunt and her husband, though things didn't go that well for me there. Her husband, Joshua, while very inviting at first, turned out to be a bit more cold-hearted than I realized. To be fair, though, he is married, yet he still fucked me. Can you even trust a man that does that? Working at this club I've overheard so many excuses between guys about why they cheat, beyond their descriptive details of who they cheat with and how. Can you even trust men at this point? Savages.
Anyways, that job has been replaced with a new one, and, as evident by my sparkling new ride, I'd say it is quite the step up. But it's only been a month, and he has been constantly messaging me, calling me, trying to get my “ass back here so we can talk about this.” He seems very upset about this whole ordeal, yet it was him that forced my hand to begin with. Suddenly, you're losing your side girl, and the world collapses around you.
The more I think about him, the more I hate people in general. I hate men like him.
Fortunately for him, though, I've left some things at his house, and that's where I'm driving to. I don't have to be at work for a couple more hours anyways, so I'll be fine on that note. Honestly, I just want to get this over with. He's going to say some pretty uncomfortable things.
I pulled up into his driveway, and saw the door open. Here we go.
“Hey, Jessica!” Ashley almost shouted as I walked up. Ashley is my aunt; I've known her for years. She's always been so nice to me. I wonder what brought her to meeting Joshua in the first place.
“Hey, Aunt Ashley.” I say as I hug her hello, as she leads me inside. “Has everything been alright since I've been gone?”
“Pretty fine, all things considered. I'm so glad you have a real job now, though! I wish Josh was more excited over it...”
“Josh was a little upset when I told him the change...” I responded, knowing full well just how upset he was.
“Yeah, well, Josh can get a little temperamental over these things, but that isn't much of a reason to get temperamental back.”
“Are you mad at me for dropping from working for you and going to my new job?”
“Not at all, Jessica. The whole point was to get you more life experience before your time in college starts. You do what you need to do to do that. Now go inside; I'll get fetch the rest of your things that you left here, and take them out to your car. Joshua is in the kitchen waiting for you; apparently he had something important to talk about. Again, please don't mind his temper; he's a good guy.”
She said that as she went down the hallway with all the bedrooms, splitting me off towards the kitchen. I've contemplated telling her everything that has happened these last couple months, about Joshua's personal hobbies outside of his work, about our sexual relations, and about how he put a baby in me, but I've decided it was for the best to keep it quiet. Chances are, everything he has been doing, he's been doing for years behind her back; I'm not about to be the one to open that can of worms.
I step inside the kitchen, where Joshua is sitting there, waiting. There was nothing on the table, nothing there for him to threaten me with, so I guess that's a good sign. Though, is Joshua the type of person to threaten others? I'm not too sure. I know at one point I was going to have a child with him.
“Hello, Jessica.” He said, solemnly. The seriousness of the room felt like we were in a movie. Not exactly my cup of tea.
“Josh.”
“Take a seat and tell me, how have you been?”
I sat down as discretely as I could, and tried to explain to him the last month of my life without getting into too many details. I didn't want him to hook onto anything, use any of my words to guilt trip me, but pull me back in, but I needed to occupy his time while Ashley took my things. She would be suspicious if I suddenly left Joshua so soon, despite his important conversation he had to have with me.
“And about the baby, how is it?” Joshua suddenly interjected.
I took a deep breath, and sighed. I know Joshua has been unable to have a child with Ashley, and my sudden appearance gave him an opportunity to do just that. However, his behavio
r lately has been less than ideal, and he's not going to like the response I have to his question.
“There is no child for you, Joshua.” I said, standing up, hearing that Ashley had just about finished moving my things to my car.
Joshua noticed that Ashley was returning as well, so I could see him restraining his anger. “What do you mean by that...?” He asked, holding back the fury of a thousand suns.
“Take it as you want. There is nothing for you with me right now, or ever. It's been fun, though. I'm glad it all happened, or else I wouldn't be where I am now.” Ashley walked into the room with a smile, ignorant of the meaning of our exchange. “But I need to go now.”
Joshua had his fist clenched on the table. I couldn't tell if Ashley noticed it or not; could this just be the sort of thing she was accustomed to?
“Could you leave for a moment, Ashley...” Joshua muttered, avoiding eye contact. Ashley simply nodded, maintaining the smile as she walked back outside, presumably to wait for me. I watched her go, then turned back to Joshua, who was slowly standing up now, fist still clenched up. I leaned back onto the counter and crossed my arms; this had to be good.
“You DON'T get to say that to me, young girl.” He screamed, eyes glued onto mine, slamming his fists onto the table. “WHAT do you think gives YOU the right?”
I let him go off on his rant for a bit, wondering if I'm really in any risk, any danger, at this moment. But I couldn't get my mind off of just how... how ugly he was behaving. And yet a behavior I'm not surprised about in the slightest. I've seen lovers of my past do this all the time. And I thought Joshua was somebody different.
I couldn't help but start chuckling.
“What the fuck is so funny?” He demanded.
“Oh, nothing much. I've just... just realized how trivial this all is.” I wiped a tear from my eye, and stood up straight, preparing to leave.
“And where the fuck do you think you're going?”
“I'm going to my work, because I'm paid well there. Because, ironically, I'm respected there. Because there are people there that actually care for me.” I stared him down, from head to toes. “Unlike my previous employment.
“And I'll have a grand time. Because I won't be with any of these delusional boys I've met over the years. I'll be with people who have a higher IQ than you.” And with that I strutted out, hearing one last scream from Joshua, along with some choice insults from him. It didn't bother me, though. Nothing could really bother me at this point. I'm the fucking queen of my world now. I don't need and old king like him.
I walked out to my car, where Ashley was waiting patiently. I got inside, and said goodbye to her; decided against telling her about everything this time. I didn't want to ruin her happy demeanor about things. Though, she was a bit too positive during the ordeal; I had a shaking suspicion she knew about Joshua the whole time. But that's a can of worms I'll leave for another day. I needed to drive back to work.
The trip home was pleasant. Nothing negative on the roads. And work that night was about what I expected. I didn't let Joshua's shit negatively impact my performance; the entertainment was top of the line, like always. After about an hour of that, I left the stage, rotating out with the next girl in line. She was also new, but, let's face it, not as good at this job as I was.
“Audience loved you tonight, Jessica.” Viktor said as I walked past him in the hallways.
“The audience tends to do that, yes.” I chuckled.
“I mean, don't get to confident. That's something dangerous,” he chuckled back. “Also something they find very sexy, so I guess keep on doing that thing.”
I turned the corner and laughed. Viktor is a very calm fellow, but also excitable when it comes to his business here. Much better of a person than Joshua, though I wonder if he is more of an exception to the rule of “men are shitty” as opposed to an example. By extension, he is my employer, so perhaps his money intentions suggest he is still just as shitty as the rule dictates.
I walked further through the building until I reached the sauna, where Susy and Sarah where waiting for me. They were the girls I was introduced to on my first day here, who seemed doubtful of my abilities to perform, but were themselves almost completely aroused by said performance. They've since become some of my closer friends, while also sometimes partners in crime when on stage. But for the most part, they help me unwind after each show, usually here, in the sauna.
I took off my robes and sat down, taking in the steam. My arms were across the bench behind me, and I took a sigh of relief. Another long day over.
“So how was that talk with, what's his name, Joshua?” Asked Sarah, from across the room. She has this beautiful curve to her, as she sits on her side of the sauna. Her hips make that beautiful hourglass shape, while her breasts are this perfect shape around, with a slight indent on them that helps focus on her nipples. The sauna is hot, and so is she.
“Yeah, I did. He wasn't happy, but whatever. I'm past it all now, baby and all.”
“Did you say anything to Ashley about all of it?” Susy asked, who was positioned closer to me, away from the door. Her most striking feature is her beautiful blonde hair, and while I would contend that Sarah is more beautiful, the way Susy helps me out is a bit more... satisfying.
“I didn't say anything to Ashley, not yet at least. That's just a whole pile of drama I'm not exactly ready to get into, you understand?”
“Oh, I get that.” Susy laughed. “It took me months to confront my husband about his scandalous affairs, and while you're not as emotional invested that way, you have your folks to worry about.”
“Nevermind all the drama,” Sarah started, “I looked up some of your work you had with that old man, and minus Joshua, you were stunning then as you are now.”
The sauna started to get hotter, as I watched Sarah eye my body down. Did I mention none of us were dressed in here? Given our line of entertainment, it would make sense for us to be comfortable with each other and our bodies like that. Though sometimes I feel more comfortable with their bodies than our own.
“Well, given Joshua's relationship to those videos, it's not necessarily something I like to bring up. But beyond that, yeah, I was stunning in those. Though I like to think I'm more stunning now.” I said as I flipped my hair behind my shoulders.
“Maybe getting a little over confidant, Jessica?” Susy asked, chuckling a bit.
“Viktor joked about something like that. But then again, I am queen here, aren't I?” I laughed.
“You're more than a queen to us, at least.” Sarah reassured, as she leaned into the center of the room, towards me, apparently focusing more on my body.
“And what would be more than a queen, Sarah?” I asked, focusing back at her, knowing full well where this was going.
Sarah then stood up, maintaining eye contact, and walked slowly over to me. “Well, not only are you our queen,” she said, “but you're also our mistress. Our relief from the stress of those men out there, vicious for more of our sight.” She then took a seat next to me, our legs softly touching each other's. “What would you say we are to you, then, or gracious Queen?”
For a moment, we were lost in each other's eyes, knowing the intimacy that followed. My hands softly stroked the skin on her legs, delicate in sight and delicate in touch. The room was getting hotter, but my mind was becoming clearer. I didn't need any of those men, like Joshua. I don't need anything nasty like that. Just these two. Just this moment. As long as I am able.
The last peaceful moment didn't last long. She suddenly lunged at me, wrapping her arms around my waist, pulling me to the ground as her lips locked with mine. I fell to the ground as our tongues danced, my fingers tracing her whole body, touching every inch I could, outlining her body.
We rolled to the center of the room; it tends to be were our focus ends up during these encounters, anyways. Sarah forced her way on top of me, her hands trembling with anticipation as her legs worked around my body, careful to not hurt anything as she
pinned me down. My body ached with anticipation also, but was put into a helpless position, as my arms found themselves locked into place by her fierce grip. Our eyes then locked again, and my God, her eyes were breath taking.
She then slowly started to kiss my neck, tender at first as she worked her way around my neck, but as she moved south, she work became rougher, her lips providing more pressure with every inch down, until she reached my breasts and started to play with my nipples, her tongue dancing across one for a moment until swiftly arriving to the other.
“Oh, Fuck Me!” I moan as my head gets dizzy, my body trembles a little more as she worked. I still couldn't free from her grip, but I rocked around on the floor as she played on my body, my hips aching to find salvation for the lust that lurked below. “Baby, oh baby please!” I moaned out, losing my sense of volume. This was my favorite thing; to be pinned down, helpless to react as she aroused and delivered. I could feel myself drown in the pleasure, as my cunt got wetter and wetter. But I needed more.
Suzy then found her way from her seat and down on her knees, leaning in to match my face as Sarah continued her deed.
“Is there anything my Queen needs right now?”
“Baby, I need more, baby...” My voice trails off as the pleasure slowly takes over. Suzy then leaned in closer, and our lips locked, our tongues swirling around each other's. Sarah's hands left my arms, letting me pull Suzy closer to me; my breath started to weaken, my pace increased with haste. Sarah's hands retreated down, and began to slowly work their way inside of me, fingering me through the wet barrier. This truly left me breathless, my arms still splayed across the floor.
“Oh, Sarah!”
Suzy then retreated for a moment, leaving Sarah again working on me. At first it was just her fingers moving around in me, gently providing attention to my button at the bottom. Then she left my breasts, her whole body receding down, and, working her arms around my legs, which were spread as wide as the pleasure demanded, met her lips against my wetness. She started to flick her tongue, delving in, as her grip on my body strengthened. My hands found home on her head as she pleasured me, tugging at her hair as her tongue pulled in and out.
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