Vignette 3

I'm Olivia, I sat at the elegant table surrounded by soft candlelight. Before me, an exquisite dinner set awaited: Seared Scallops, Creamy Lobster Bisque, Grilled Filet Mignon with Truffle Mashed Potatoes, and Crème Brûlée, paired with a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. The aromas teased my senses, heightening my anticipation.

Fake life was more interesting than I ever imagined, and I hoped that Mark, my stingy boyfriend won't fail to send the money before that assertive waitress of a girl came with the exorbitant bill.

As I began to savor the delicious dinner before me, the sweet, creamy taste made me forget about all other worries. I completely lost thought about the unpaid loan I had taken last week, and the rented car that I was yet to renew it's lease. The company had given me an extra two days to pay, else they'll track down the car with their special team and a group of cops.

But that was behind, I needed to face this mouth-watering dinner before any other thing.

A few minutes later, I found myself scraping the bowl of my crème Brûlée, the rest of the plates already emptied. My heart skipped a beat as I realised that I hadn't received any credit alert yet.

As I began to panick on my seat, The waitress approached me with a bill folder and a pen. "Ma'am would you like to pay with card or cash?"

I looked at her, speechless. On the spur of the moment, a saviour arrived, "How much is the bill?"

The waitress called out the bill and without hesitating, he transferred the money with his mobile. The waitress confirmed it at the instance, handing him a reciept.

I looked up at him, my eyes widening in wonder. I was about to thank him from the depth of my heart when he said, "Don't say it, just come with me." The man said and started walking towards the exit.

I immediately picked up my purse from the table and followed behind him. My crazy mind read, "He looks rich. He may want to take me in as a wife."

The man led me to his car, it was the latest model of Bugatti La Voiture Noire. I was astonished by the extent of his wealth. My heart danced, knowing I just caught a rich man.

The drive to his mansion was awkwardly silent. His eyes were fixed on the road most of the time but there were a few times he took quick glances at me.

The interior design of his mansion was sophisticated and opulent, but his bedroom was an intimate sanctuary, wrapped in decadent silks and velvets.

"Take off your clothes," He said, locking the bedroom door.

Surprised, I asked, "Why should I take off my clothes?" But he didn't answer. He only began to undress himself.

At this point, I knew what was going to come next. I wondered why I had even thought that someone would pay those expensive bills without asking for anything in return.

"Anyways, since this is what he wants, I guess I'm up to the task. I'm not a virgin afterall." I said to myself.

As I began to strip, he sat, stark naked on the bed, waiting for me

After stripping, I sat on his thighs, my legs on either side. My br**sts were almost on the same level with his mouth. His d**k pointed at my p**sy with it's tip gently caressing it.

Looking straight into my eyes, he squeezed my a*s like he would a teddy bear. "So soft!" He whispered.

Enjoying his hands on my a*s, I instinctively leaned forward, presenting my lips. He gave it a few light kisses and brought his hand to my neck, making sure my lips were in the right position.

The soft pressure of his lips on mine was the kind that spoke of curiosity and exploration rather than passion and urgency. Time stood still as we savored the taste of our lips. The sensation of his bare skin on mine, and his d**k rubbing my p**sy was unexplainable.

His hands on my neck moved down to my a*s. He gave it a little squeeze before gently pushing my hips forward, causing his tip to effortlessly slide into my wet p**sy. Leaving it fixed at that point, he sucked my neck passionately.

I moaned and began cycling my hips on him while his unrelenting neck kisses made me forget about the surrounding. Laying on the bed with the man on top of me, he sucked my n**ples like an expert.

Amidst the moment of extreme pleasure, he raised my right leg, exposing my p**sy hole. As he added some lubrications with his mouth liquid, he shove his thick c**k inside me, pushed it in till my deep p**sy ate up the whole length.

Bringing it out, his d**k was already covered in my creamy juices. He shoved it in multiple times and all I did was moan to the pleasurable feeling. The slurpy sound made was a thrill as he kept on f**king my p**sy hole.

With every passing minute, he increased his pace. Soon he reclined, gesturing for me to come atop and ride him. I obeyed and sat on his erect d**k, causing him to let out a soft moan. He put a grip on my waist as I began to f**k him.

Almost half an hour of riding him, I felt a warm substance go into my p**sy from his d**k. Realising it was his c*m I tried to get up so he wouldn't spill all his seed inside me, but his grip on my waist was firm and unyielding. He made sure that every single sp**m went into my body before letting go of me.

"As he slipped from under me, he began to dress up.

"What was that for?" I asked,

"I hate wasting those," he replied plainly.

I had opted to stay a little longer, thinking that I had found a new, rich man but he didn't even want me to stay for an extra second. My heart dropped when he said that his wife would be back home in a few minutes and that I should leave immediately.

He dropped me off at the restaurant where he picked me, leaving me alone to face my loan and car debts. If not anything, I was grateful for the dinner, the luxurious ride and the sweet f**k.