Warning Rated PG+18The adrenaline that was pumping through me collided and mixed with the alcohol I had been drinking earlier. I more than knew what I was doing, though. Dave was a sexy guy, and I took the opportunity that had been given. By pleasuring him, I would be making myself happy and hopefully him too. That was it and nothing more.My hand trailed across his chest again, letting my fingers run between the hairs on his chest. The muscles in my pelvis tightened as my fingers fell onto his now hardened shaft. He was hard and huge, and I was instantly transfixed by it. However much I may have wanted to go slowly, I couldn't. My fingers found the buttons on his shirt and pulled on the restrictive fabric. After a slight struggle, the button was freed. My mouth found his neck and massaged the tendons there with my tongue. He smelled so good and aroused a mixture of the ocean, woodsmoke, and cologne that seemed to be making me so horny I was almost dizzy.When I moved my hand, a smoo
Warning Rated PG+18Dave's rough but light hands moved over my hips to reassure me, moving me even more against him. His tongue moved to my tit, making me squirm even more against his growing shaft. The gentle feel of the hair that so sexily framed his shaft rubbed against the insides of my legs and my ass. His shaft, which had never completely gone limp, was growing again, parting the lips of my folds completely around his smooth length. His powerful hands held my tit up to his mouth, while the other clutched my ass, grinding my folds against him even more. His tongue was burning up my tits while his shaft was pushing harder and harder against my aching folds. Never in my life have I been this out of control on the inside.My eyes closed again. I felt light-headed from the amount of blood flowing to my folds. His wonderful shaft was slick from my own juices, rubbing in a steady rhythm against my clit that was about to make me scream in ecstasy. I felt my own hair slide down the back
"Fuck that feels good." His touch became even harder as we pushed against each other. I couldn't speak anymore, the feeling was too overpowering as I started having trouble moving, and then I couldn't move at all. Suddenly I began writhing underneath him and putting my hand on his chest. I pushed my head back against the pillow and then was turning my head from side to side involuntarily as my body spasmed, squeezing down hard on his shaft even tighter as I came. I could barely make out his face through the haze, biting his lip and moaning slightly. He let go of my ankles and I held him close, unbelievably, still cumming as his body started jerking. We moved together as we kissed passionately. I pushed against him as he shuddered all over, enjoying the last few shivers going through our bodies at the same time as we caught our breath and my eyes started readjusting. Suddenly, there comes a loud knock on the door and we both jolt up in surprise. “Mr. Brown. Your three o’clock meetin
The driver pulls up at what appears to be a very swanky restaurant. Two large white arches align the brick building labelled Grasso's, one of the most expensive restaurants in the city.Dave helps me out of the car and leads me into the establishment. The gold ceiling is dotted with crystal chandeliers, while bright red lighting gives the large space a seductive feel.The mood is quiet, private and intimate, with most couples staring lovingly into each other’s eyes.It’s perfect for our first date. I smile on the inside and tighten my grip on Dave’s hand as we walk through the restaurant."Your table is right this way, Mr. Brown," the hostess says, apparently familiar with my date.She directs us to a private section that is only accessible through a large white door. My nerves are jittery with anticipation of what will be revealed next. Perhaps a candlelit dinner overlooking the city? Or maybe I will be serenaded by someone playing the violin?But when the door opens, I almost have t
"Running late this morning, Miss Chelsea?" The driver chuckles, opening the door to the SUV."Yes. I’m afraid I am.""Not to worry. I’ll get you to London as soon as possible.""Thank you. You’re a lifesaver."Not that I am excited about going to work. But I also do not want to make things obvious by being tardy.For now, I just want everything to be normal. At least, until I have gathered all the dirty facts about the company and maybe dug something Just under thirty minutes later, the driver pulls up to the familiar Brown Inc. skyscraper."Thanks. Pick me up at five o’clock as per usual, please," I say, jumping out of the car."Okay, Miss Chelsea. Have a good day."I race to the elevator and wait impatiently for it. When the bell rings and I enter the tiny space, I am relieved to be alone with my thoughts again.I wonder what Dave’s behaviour will be towards me? The last time we spoke was in a verbal brawl. But something tells me that he might play it cool, especially at work; afte
I do not recognise my voice. It is thick with animosity. My hands are shaky and tears are threatening to spill from my eyes. Appearing to realise the seriousness of the situation, Dave turns to his colleagues. "Gentleman, please excuse me for a moment?"He gets up and strides over to me, gripping my forearm as he gently pulls me out of the room. We walk down a short corridor and into an empty office. Dave shuts the door and glares at me, anger fueling his eyes. "What the hell was that, Chelsea?!" he states, his tone biting."Explain this to me!" I half-shout, flinging the documents into his hands. "You lied about what the company is doing in Kenya. You have plans to use children? and exploit the people in an area that is too damn close to the orphanage I volunteered at. And you plan to pay the workers practically nothing!"He begins to scan the papers, his eyes darting back and forth hastily."How did you get this?!" he asks, puzzled yet still furious."What does it matter? It’s out i
"Chelsea, don’t do this. You don’t know what you’re saying." I feel Dave’s strong hands around my right arm tighten. I glare up into his blue eyes. Our eyes interlock, and for a brief second, I am contained by lust. But the moment ends swiftly, and I pull my hand away, pushing him violently against the wall."Don’t you touch me!" I hurl at him. I take a large step away from him and turn back to Christie. "Come on, sister. Let’s get out of here!""I can’t, Chelsea, Sebastian is my fiancée.""So you’re choosing a man over your own sister?" I stared at her in shock."Chelsea, please don’t do this," Christie cries, her tears running wild down her face.Now is the time for me to make a quick exit. My suitcases thud on each step as I hurl them down the stairs. My sister trails behind me, upset as ever."Chelsea, wait! Please do not leave! "Just as I reach the large white double doors, I drop my suitcases and turn to face her again."Why don’t you just ask Sebastian Christie? Ask him if he’
The space is considerably more apparent now that I am alone. Christie and I don't have any furniture, food, or money. And neither of us is employed. It will take months to restore this property to its previous glitzy splendour. I have no idea how to get us back on our feet, and I am quite frightened about starting the process. Christie, I'm sure, is as well. In that case, where are they?I get up from the floor mattress and walk to the bathroom. I let the water run over my fair skin and blond hair.Despite the heat, I find the water really calming.As it rushes over my body, the water represents my freedom. It envelops me, drop by drop, freeing my confined senses and conflicting emotions. It reminds me that I have returned home and am no longer burdened by the dreadful life I had at the mansion.I hurriedly exit the shower and grab my towel. I walk on tiptoe across the white tiles, around the empty flat, to my bag in the corner. I pull on a pair of jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and my