All Chapters of Undeniable Pleasure : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“My trainee is doing absolutely well, but management is trying to get me to do a double target and I’m not up for it. I’m functioning only as a trainer this season and I’m putting my foot down.”Mom giggled. I doubt she took me seriously; after all, I do love my job. Not more than writing, but I do love it and it pays the bills.“That’s great to hear darling. Oh, your father says ‘hi.’”Did he? I doubted it. For all I knew, Mr. Michaelson was in some other room reading the paper.“Tell him ‘hi’ back,” I tried hiding the scepticism in my voice, but mothers always know.“He loves you, Lydia, and you know it.”Silence.“So how is Andrew?” she changed the topic, knowing I had no comment regardless.“Andrew is fine, being a sweetheart as usual, but he’s off somewhere covering a story. He should be back in a week I think,” I said, trying not to give a sense of my discomfort. Mommy used to always think that Andrew acted a little too stuck-up. “He thinks he was born with a golden spoon in hi

What... the... actual...fuck... I must have looked insane as I stared at the machine, jaw in hand. How dare this cocky son-of-a-bitch call my home and leave such a message? What if Andrew had been the one to listen to it? I was furious. I fought an internal battle to restrain myself from picking the mouth piece up and giving him a huge chunk of my mind and letting him know that I had a man who I was quite capable of fucking. But…he wasn’t capable of fucking me…and I knew Mr. Blackwood would be. Sighing, I listened and ignored the moisture seeping into my underwear as he finished. “... Tomorrow afternoon you will go to The Tasty Place Diner at 6:00 pm sharp. Wear a short skirt. Preferably one pleated like the one you were wearing when we met and no underwear. Be discreet in choosing your seat. Do not sit at your usual spot. Wear your hair in a ponytail; you have lovely hair, but we don’t want it getting in the way. I’d prefer you sit in the corner closest to the restroom at the back..

“Good girl.” He stooped… played with my wet pussy, rubbing between my folds with long slow strokes. I felt myself getting wetter and more aroused. I wanted dick, and badly. He got up and slowly rubbed my juices onto my lips. He slowly used his tongue to trace the trail his fingers had left. Then, he sucked them. By now, I wanted to get up and bend over and have him fuck me. I don’t even know this man, but I wanted his cock shoved so far up my pussy that I’d feel it in my skull. Maybe it was too soon. Too soon?! Fuck that! Getting up, I hiked my skirt up. He never let go off my hair, only smiled at my braveness. I turned my back to him, bracing the wall; I said nothing, neither did he. He only smiled, then held my hair a little tighter and spun me around and forced me back to my knees.“Listen, Lydia, as hot as your pussy is, it’s not time. You can’t have this dick inside, not yet. However, I won’t starve you; you can pleasure me if you want me that badly. Unzip my pants and take my

I squeeze my legs together as he takes out his wallet. His arms flex and ripple as he thumbs through the contents for some cash. I imagine them wrapped around me, and have to instantly look away to stop myself from appearing like a complete sex-mad freak .It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed the pleasure of good sex, and I was just about sick of my toys. I need to feel a warm and rigid cock inside me. My urges have become so strong that recently, on a few desperate occasions, I’d almost gone with guys I wouldn’t normally give a second look. Thank heavens then that this beefcake ticked all my boxes. I just hope he has the personality to match. I already liked his character going off our online chats, so I’m sure that tonight I am in for a very fun date.We simultaneously slam our shot glasses down on the counter. The bar begins to empty and I almost wobble off my bar stool due to the sheer amount of alcohol running through my veins.“You sure can drink!” Stephen says.I hiccup, an

I look around for him. He seems to have vanished like some small boy inside a toy shop. When I eventually spy him, he holds up what is possibly the largest vibrator I have ever seen.“This one’s called the beast.” he says, waving it in the air like a flag. “You have one like this?”I scowl at him and tut. “As if !”“This doesn’t turn you on?”“It would rip me apart!”“You girls are such bad liars…what you do with it counts more than size? Yeah, right.”“Actually you men are such hunny ass that all you lot care about is size.”On cue, he waves the tiniest of dildos in my face, “More your style then?”“Well, okay…not that small, but — ”“Ha! Thought so.” He turns his back to me and begins to scan through all of the cheap sex films on display.I walk down a separate aisle, thankful of the respite from the rain if nothing else .As I look at a collection of handcuffs Stephen suddenly springs out from the other side of the aisle, almost giving me a heart attack. He is wearing a red leather