Mag-log inI immediately related to how Julia Roberts in my favorite movie Pretty Woman had successfully won over Mr Cool Businessman Richard Gere in the swish hotel scenes. My boss, Ryder, was no doubt thinking of my sexuality and some of the things his buddy had told him about what we did in the Platinum Suite of the six-star Ritz Hotel on Saturday night.“Oh sir, he was playing a hard ball with me, but I think I had him by the ball at the end. I mean not literally, of course, but you know how I can win them over with my seductive eyes and charm. These older men are so weak when it comes to flashing just a bit of boobs at them.”“Is that all you had to do?”“Yes sir,” I lied. “He has a stepdaughter with tits like mine, but he has never seen them, so I said if I gave him just a peek of mine and since they are similar to his stepdaughter, he’s so besotted over, it would be like seeing her boobs.”“June, you slay me and I can imagine how you got on top of him in that negotiation. It is correct to
I was barely able to hang on to the overhead strap to stay on my feet. He had one hand working my clit and the other roaming over my bare ass, between the cheeks and pushing up into my anus in quick jabs. I usually liked to dominate a man in playtimes, but right then I was seriously subservient, not knowing if he had a knife and might jab me.The sexual tension built in my loins from that pitch-dark assault. Why didn’t I call out for help? I demanded the answer of myself, only to be answered by my better judgment that it was safer to succumb and let him have his filthy crude way with me rather than risk being injured by fighting. Safety first, not pride. I could imagine my clothes being torn off me, and that would have been a fate worse than him fingering me in the dark. I had no choice but to let him have his way and hope for the best.“Come on bitch, I can feel you shaking, you like my fingers in your cunt don’t you,” he whispered loudly enough to cut through the noise of the rap mu
This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. I do not believe in Violence Towards Women or the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not!Yes, it’s me again. Ryder’s saucy 18-year-old personal secretary with the Playboy body, and that Monday morning I decided I was going to make the absolute most of what was usually a mad day. I had every reason to feel in a filthy, sexy mood as I headed for the underground tube with the good news: I couldn’t wait to tell my boss about the success of my negotiating skills over the weekend.I wanted so badly to impress him, to prove once and for all that I wasn’t just a pretty face with a hot body, that I could out-negotiate a wily old bastard in a deal Ryder himself couldn’t have closed without my help. Today I planned to gloat over it, and I dressed deliberately to make him drool so that, for once, I could deny him the way he always denied me.I looked better than any centerfold in my five-inch high platform shoes, plunging neckline and
Mr Williams marveled at the powerful image of my 18-year-old nudity as he reached my lower abdomen and spread his hands across the wide and high-mounted bare pubic bone. He ran his flat palm over the area for quite a while.“I wonder if my daughter Katrina’s is as sexy looking as this. I was sure it was. The curvaceous shape of the female genitals had always fascinated me, and I wished I could spend these kinds of moments, if only once in a while, with my own daughter,” he said out loud, and I giggled.His flat palm slid down the slope and his fingers connected quickly to my clitoris. He got a good close-up look at it as he flicked it around and rubbed the oils into the area.“I like the size of your clit,” he said to break a protracted silence as we were both in deep thoughts about different matters of sex. “Yes, I was told by the therapist who massaged me when I fell down the stairwell at work that had I been born a boy, my clit would have grown into a man’s cock of some eight or ni
I sat on him for a minute until I saw he had recovered his breath. He was more than twice my age and I didn’t want him to damage himself by keeping up with a young girl with sexual energy. It seemed as powerful as a team of horses pulling a coach. We went to the kitchen to make coffee and enjoy a respite from the physical exertion. For the first time, he saw me in the full light undressed, standing there near him like a sex guddess, a statuesque body with all the curves in perfect position.It was a chance to gloat on his good fortune as I sipped my coffee, propped on the edge of a bar stool opposite him in full unashamed naked splendor. My long shapely legs were stretched out towards him, thighs together, squeezing my fat outer labia inwards from each side and pushing my entire vulva into a more upward position. For the first time he noticed I had pierced my pussy with two separate rings, each with a bead the size of a garden pea.“Why do you girls put those things in your pussy,” he
Mr Williams was lying there counting his blessings. He was thinking too. He had actually fucked me, his golfing partner, Ryder’s hot private secretary he first saw in the millionaire businessman’s private theater after he videoed me performing rituals for him in nothing but nylon stockings and a garter belt. It had cost him $10,000 to get access to me and my silly girl. I thought it was all about legitimate business negotiation! To make matters even better, I was the same age as his stepdaughter and with a fairly similar sexy body. The only difference was he couldn’t get within a foot of her and was never likely to, but with me pretending to be his little girl, Katrina was in bed with him, talking dirty to him, and for hardcore sex it’s game on.A half hour went by, and I now had my head resting on his chest, tickling his pubic hair and slowly cupping my hand around his testicles. “Daddy, I love to look at your cock, I can’t imagine how it fitted inside me.”“Well Katrina, you know, w







