All Chapters of Undeniable Pleasure : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Well, seeing as you’re just in town for a while on your travels, we shouldn’t waste time either. I’m Ivan.”“Roselle,” I reply, shaking his hand .We talk for at least the next half an hour, chatting about life in general. I find out that he’s a police officer for the local police department, and so are his friends. As well as being ridiculously hot, he is actually a really funny, sweet, and cool guy. My interest in him, if not already through the roof, only builds by the second.After an hour or so drinking at the bar, I see my friends head swiftly towards the exit with Ivan’s friends in tow. Amanda waves me over and I quickly follow .“What are you doing now?” I asked.“We’re all heading back to the hotel. You two coming, I can see you’re getting on well?” Amanda asks, shooting me a wicked grin.“I thought we were heading into town, it’s still really early.”“Come on, it will be fun!” she says, clutching on firmly to her new prey.I look behind me and see that Ivan’s already holdin

After I pour the cool liquid over his thick viney dick and balls, I begin to slowly massage it in which sends him into waves of joy. The bedstead is shaking now, as his arms strain to break free. It’s both heaven and purgatory for this poor boy and I love torturing him.Reaching down whilst I’m on top of him, I brush a piece of hair behind my ear and open my mouth—not instantly wrapping my lips around his cock, but tracing and tickling his purple head with my warm and willing tongue. As he squirms with pleasure I slowly draw down on his penis, wrapping my soft lips around the hardness of his cock. I pull back and forth very slowly, occasionally breaking to run the cool metal of my piercing around and underneath his foreskin. He jolts and slithers in ecstasy as I begin to simultaneously finger my pink wet gash, rubbing at my aching clit. My whole body feels sensational but I just can’t take much more. I need to feel his strong hands caress my expectant body. Quickly, I fumble for the

Lydia was just simply amazing. Breathtaking. Incredible. Sitting here, staring at the design printed on my disposable coffee cup as I lifted it to take a sip of my black coffee. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around what it was about her I was so taken by. Well, I know what I am taken by, but, that wasn’t quite all of it. There was something else about her that I just couldn’t put my finger on. When I was around her, it puzzled me. The answer seemed so obvious I could taste it, but I just couldn’t figure out what flavour it was or what it had done to me. She was beautiful, not that it wasn’t palpable but I’ve been with countless women, some of which could even be considered much more beautiful than Lydia like Rebecca. Only, Lydia’s beauty was not as practical. Lydia had the type of beauty that could sneak up on a man. You could know her for years and think of her as a typical girl, a pretty girl maybe. But you’d never notice how stunning and heart-stopping she was until, one day, you g

She had withdrawn after an incident that exposed her to my lifestyle by mistake. I was out of town, and she had not accompanied me on my trip as per usual. I had needed information from a flashdrive at my penthouse and needed her to get it for me. She had been to my house before, but never long enough to snoop or pry and always on a professional level. I trusted that she would have gotten what she needed and left. I gave her instructions and told her where in my desk to find my spare key. Three hours after my instructions she called me in an odd tone but, given that she was always strange, I had not noticed. After I returned, her advances had stopped; I noticed that. She began to wear looser-fitting clothes and less make up, obviously not wanting my attention anymore.I called her into my office one day and told her to see me before she took her usual 1:00 pm lunch break. At 1:10 pm Sofia came into my office looking almost terrified, then I knew. The way she looked at me had aroused

I shut the door behind me and her relaxed form went rigid. She had been waiting in the corner furthest from the bed and closest to the door to the extended bathroom. I knew she liked it best. I had had to drill lower eyeholes for bolts for her; like I said, I preferred taller women, and they usually wore heels. Sofia was normally barefooted. She was now as well, only wearing a black lace thong that lacked fabric in the crotch area and her collar. Her hair was now in a ponytail. She looked so small in my big room. There were no windows; I had redecorated my loft to suit my needs as soon as I bought it. I had installed padding and much heavier wood. This room was soundproof, it suited Sofia’s type fine; she was a screamer. This room was the largest of the three. It was the “master bedroom.” That always made me chuckle, it was way too coincidental. It was painted in a navy-blue that was so dark in poor lighting it could easily be mistaken for black. But this room had impeccable lighti