His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

[doom29169]

Paul met her in a diner he had frequented before he inherited his money. She was always friendly, beautiful, well put together despite her working conditions. He had remembered her fondly and tipped her well even when he was broke. She was probably in her late teens, and married from her ring, but she did flirt with him. He knew it wasn't serious, more like she flirted so he would leave a nice tip, which he always did.

Six months ago Paul inherited a massive fortune. In total something like 5 billion in assessets including: cars, yachs, homes in six countries, etc. Basically Paul could buy anything he wants. So he set out to buy a whore. He tried actuall prostitutes, but there was always something missing. They were too compliant or maybe they weren't really loosing anything. He kept going back to that waitress in the diner in his head. He wanted her...specifically.

So he came up with a plan. He devised a fake contest, the winner of which would get five thousand dollars cash. He had a private investigator find out everything about her. He found out a lot, but what was really intriguing was the fact that her husband was a drug user, and a gambler who kept them in debt. She was basically working to pay his debts off. It was perfect, he couldn't have asked for a better set up.

He publicized the contest, taking applications, and waited for someone to apply in her name. It didn't take long. Once he got her application he annouced that a winner had been selected and had her notified by courier. The note explained that she had won, and that a limo would pick her up and take her to a press conference where she would claim her prize in one week.

When the day arrived, he ahd everything ready. She was taken by limo to his mansion, early for the press conference. He had her brought into his private study and offered champaigne, strawberries, and caviar. He only kept her waiting long enough for a single glass, he wanted her to have that option before he appeared. When he did, he feined recognizing her, as if he had not known who she was when she won. He gave her the cash, and then sat across from her, making small talk. He steered the conversation to her personal life, and thats when he sprang his trap.

"I would like to make you a proposition. I find myself in need of well certain companionships. I have very...morouse...sexual procivities. Now now, I know that you are married, but hear me out. I am offering you 250 thousand dollars a year for 48 hours a week of your time." That got her attention.

He layed out the deal. First, she would be under a hush clause, meaning she couldn't talk about anything she did while with him or basically he would own her grand children through debt from the judgement he would get. Then he went over what he expected. Simply put, he would own her for 48 hours a week, starting on Sundays. He could technically have her for four straight days if he choose, Friday night through tuesday afternoon. There were no limitations on what he could ask of her.

Her rights were simple as well. She had the right to keep her identity secret in case of public displays or multi-partener escapades. She had the right to refuse, but refusal constituted an end to the relationship. She would leave with what she had earned in pay only. Pay wasn't all she would get though. Her package included three credit cards: one with a $10,000 limit a month for clothing, one with a $2000 limit for "incidentals" to her job, like gas and food, and one with no limit for her personal medical expenses (elective or necessary); use of any of his vehicles on and off duty, including his yachs and private jets; she could stay in any of his homes, rent free as longas she liked; and a personal I-phone 4, with the dual cameras, so that she could always be in touch with him.

He gave her the contract to "look over." He then hurried her to the press conference and back to the limo for her ride home. The offer expired at midnight two days hence, which was all the time she had to decide on his offer.

 

[Midori]

Charlotte worked double and triple shifts at the diner, and all because Roger couldn't manage to stay away from the track and heroine. Twenty years old, all the world ahead of her, and yet she was trapped because her high school sweetheart had turned into the scum of the earth. So much for the fairy tale. She was a pretty woman, could've had any man she wanted, and if it hadn't been for the fact that Roger had them so far in debt that she couldn't afford a divorce attorney, she would've been a free woman. She'd been polite and friendly with Paul, mainly because there was no harm in it, and she'd even flirted with the man. It wasn't like she was betraying Roger any way. There was no love there, not anymore.

When he'd announced the contest, Charlotte had jumped at the idea. The cash would pay off at least one of Roger's bookies, and so she'd entered, thinking that her luck couldn't be good enough to win anyway. The arrival of the courier had changed her life, and she hadn't been aware of just how much. Meeting with Paul was an eye opener, that much was certain, and she'd been amazed to see first hand his opulent lifestyle. A part of her was envious, and another wondered what life would've been like if she hadn't married Roger but instead had waited for someone to sweep her off her feet. But when he sprung his trap, she'd been floored. The offer was tempting; Paul was a handsome man, and she would be well provided for. But still, to be his personal whore, and if she was being honest with herself, that was exactly what she would become. She'd left his home, contracts in hand, and promised to think about it.

At home, Roger continued to ignore her, and so the idea of betraying him was nonexistent. Could you betray a man who didn't give a shit about you? Could you betray man more concerned with making bets and getting a fix than loving you? Thus, Roger became unimportant, though she hoped that if she took the deal, she could use the money to pay off his debts and find a way to divorce him. All that remained was the difficulty in resigning herself to being his personal whore. She couldn't deny that was the situation being offered; he'd provide her with money and additional things in exchange for her companionship, primarily in the bedroom or where ever he'd determined that he wanted to have sex. But still, she needed the money; she rationalized that her role would really be that of a kept mistress. And so with four hours until the deadline, Charlotte picked up the phone and called Paul's attorney, just as he'd told her to do if she decided to take the deal, and she told him that the paperwork was signed. It was eight o'clock on a friday night, and by eight fifteen a limo was pulling up to her apartment. She climbed inside to find a dress box, a shoe box, and a box labeled jewelry and make up waiting for her. She was surprised to see that there was even a box marked lingerie. Clearly Paul had thought of everything.

By the time, the limo arrived at the dock where she was clearly supposed to board his yacht, Charlotte had changed completely. She stepped out of the limo, and her green eyes scanned the area. Dressed in a tight black strapless dress that only reached a little above the middle of her thighs, her neat hourglass figure was shapely and defined. The lace and silk thong and matching strapless bra were invisible beneath the fabric. A pair of sleek black open toed heels clicked on the ground, a dainty silver anklet glittering. Her dark brown hair was twisted up into an elegant french twist, a pair of diamond studs glittered in her ears, and around her neck was a matching necklace. Charlotte looked like an exotic wealthy woman, with her soft dusty complexion and bright green eyes. The scent of soft rose petals emanated from her skin, and she was escorted onto the deck of Paul's yacht.

She was sure that Paul had been informed of her acceptance by his attorney, and so she knew that nothing would ever be the same. There was no one on board that she could see, and she was simply informed by the chauffeur that Paul was waiting for her on board. She assumed that he was below, and she simply called out. "Paul! It's Charlotte." When he appeared, she smiled slightly, trying to hide her nervousness.

 

[doom29169]

Paul could smell her perfume from below deck even before he heard her voice. He knew she was coming, and he was excited, like a kid waiting for his parents to wake up Christmas morning so he could unwrap his gift. He grabbed her things and a bottle of Champaigne with a couple of glasses and mounted the stairs. When he got to the top step, he was floored by how stunning she was. He had only seen her in the silly waitress costume they made her wear at work, well her former job now. He was her new employer. He gave her a smug grin, he was in total command here and he knew it.

He walked out on deck and motioned her to a small standing table with no chairs. "Thought we might celebrate our new relationship. The tangy salt air mixed with her perfume, the perfume he had sent her, and made his head spin. She was beyond beautiful, and she was his now. Before she knew it, she would be on her knees begging him to fuck her, but that was all in good time.

He set the glasses down and popped the cork into the bay. He poured both glasses full. He knew she was nervous, and her slightly shaking hands made that all to clear. She was about to embark on a journey down a rabbit hole, one that would go as deeply as she was willing to fall. "A toast, to your new position on my staff." He grinned at his own double entrende' and when her toasted, thier glasses rang as only real crystal could. He brought out her perks - the credit cards, keys to a car, keys to his homes, and the I-Phone, he had special plans for it. He gave them all to her and watched her reactions. He wanted her to feel like he wasn't just paying her for sex, that he was her friend and confidant. So he did not press the issue this first night. Instead he talked with, like a person. He shared things about himself, where he was from, how he inherited the money, anything she wanted to know really. He showed her around the boat, and told her that if she wanted to use it and he wasn't available, she could dial Harbor pilot on her phone (it was programmed) and someone would take her anywhere she wanted to go.

He let her go home in his limo, and had her car delivered to her the next morning. When she got home, Roger gave her the third degree about where she had been and why she was dressed so nicely. He also stole the jewlery and pawned it for more drug money. Thats how her monring started, Roger high as a kite and the jewlery missing...

 

[Midori]

Paul was charming, just as he had been when they'd met some weeks ago, and Charlotte felt a tinge of nervousness that simply began to melt away. She'd smiled and toasted, even laughing quietly at his joke about her position. The agreement indicated that she was to quit her job at the diner, which was fine by her. She'd rather have a single guy grabbing her ass and staring at her than the fifty that came into the diner everyday. She wasn't sure if things were as she expected or not, but she tried to maintain a calm and open demeanor about it all.

When he brought out her perks, her eyes widened. The very idea of have so much was amazing; Charlotte had come from a very small town, and while until Roger started using and gambling she'd never been really poor, having such nice things was still a foreign concept to her. She'd thanked him for the champagne and the lovely clothes and jewelry, as well as all the perks, and they chatted idly about their lives. It was nice, to have someone talk to her like she mattered. Roger hadn't treated her like a human being for years, more like a walking money tree. It was wonder that Charlotte had even kept their bills paid.

Home that night was no picnic; Roger had been angry to discover that he'd come home to no supper cooked, and when she returned that night he'd refused to accept most of her reasons for being late. She eventually managed to tell him that she had quit her job at the diner in favor of a higher paying job working in an upscale restaurant as a hostess, and while Roger was suspicious he dropped the subject.

She awoke the next morning a bit later than she'd intended to, and when she went to dress, she noticed that the box of expensive jewelry was missing. A sad frown on her face told it all, and she screamed for Roger, who appeared five minutes later with fresh track marks on his arms and clearly high. "My jewelry! What happened to it?" Roger grinned, clearly too high to even bother to pretend he was ashamed. "Needed a fix." He replied, to which Charlotte let out a groan, knowing that he wouldn't remember if she slapped him or told him what a bastard he was. A rush of shame washed over her, and she realized that nothing she bought for her work for Paul would be safe as long as she lived in the same house as her husband and kept her belongings there. Mostly she was ashamed to tell Paul what had happened.

Remembering an offer Paul had made her the night before, she took a deep breath, reaching for the I-Phone he'd given her. The night before Paul had mentioned her having her own apartment, a place for her to stay that was nicer and safer than the home she lived in now, and she had reservations about accepting it. But now, with Roger stealing the jewelry, she thought that perhaps leaving him behind would be best. She knew full well, however, that she was in no real position to escape what was quickly become a blackhole.

"Paul,
About your offer of an apartment, I think I'd like a space of my own.
Charlie"​

She sent the text message to him, then got dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a button up shirt over a soft gray tank top. Her black boots clicked softly as she left the house, shouting a goodbye to her husband and letting him know that she wasn't sure when she would be home. She arrived at the diner just in time to see her former boss pull up. "I'm quitting, Frank. I got a better job, and Lord knows I need the money. I hate to leave you in a lurch and all, but it can't be helped." Frank seemed oddly ok with the idea of his best waitress quitting, and Charlotte was a bit taken aback. However, she let the situation go in favor of doing more productive things, like shopping for her first real encounter with Paul.

 

[doom29169]

Her text is answered almost immediately.

1137 St. Edward Lane. Penthouse sweet. Show doorman your ID, and he will give you key. If furnishing unsuitable, say so. I will hire decorator and give large budget. Paul​

She spends her day shopping, and retail therapy seems helpful. It is a little past 1 in the afternoon. She is having coffee in a beastro when her phone rings. The Caller ID says Paul.

When she answers he says, "Ansley Building foyer. Fifteen minutes. You are on the clock again." His voice sounds a little different, more assertive maybe. She has no time to change, so she must drive there as is.

He meets her in the foyer, as he said he would. He is in an Italian suit and shoes. He looks her over, and seems a little disappointed. He escortes her to a glass elevator, and pushes the button for the top floor. They ride in silence until they are 3/4 the way up, and he produces a key which he uses to stop the elevator entirely without an alarm. He turnes to her and hands her a "Robin" mask from his breat pocket. "You have the right to conceal your identity." He says plainly. He stands in front of the door, arms folded across his chest. "Strip for me, slowly. Tease me with your body." His voice is flat, and his statments are more like orders than requests.

She peals off her clothing, a layer at a time. She can see other elevators on the V shaped building's face, with theirs in the middle. He obviously planned this so that she would be giving a show to any who were curious enough to look. He watches her intently, his eyes roaming her figure as more and more becomes visible. He seems pleased. He inhales sharply as her breasts come into view. "Beautiful, but you need nipple rings. Continue." He watches wordlessly as she takes the rest of her clothing off. He makes her turn around and face the outside world. He walks around her, stalking her as if she is his prey. He runnes his hands over the butter soft skin of her ass and gives it a playfully hard smack. He reaches under and feels her pussy. "Damn, that is the wettest pussy I have ever felt. You like this dont you, Charolette. You like being made to do things. Hands on the bar."

There is a wooden bar that runs around the middle of the elevator. Looking out into the city she can feel the warmth of the sunlight on her skin. She can smell his mannly cologne. She can almost taste his skin. From the corner of her eye she sees a man in the next elevator, he is staring at her, his hand is in his pocket, obviously masterbating. He watches her and ride past her over and over. "When we are done, get your pelvis waxed. I hate hair on a girls pussy."

She hears his zipper and feels his cock rubbing against her pussy lips. "Does your husband tease you like this? Does he stroke your pretty cunt with his dick to make you moist?" He pops her ass when she doesn't answer him fast enough, "Answer me Charolette, now."

He continues rubbing the length of his long shaft against her pussy lips. When his pelvis touches her ass, his dick head can just make it to her waist line. She canot see it, but she can feel it on her inner thighs, and it is very plump. When she answers he pulls back and slowly pushes his dick into her. He savors the feeling of entry, making it take an exagerted long time. She feels the head of his cock kiss her cervix and his pevis is against her ass again. "God your pussy feels so damn good. I knew you could take it all. Now...fuck yourself on it."

 

[Midori]

When the phone went off again, she glanced down, though part of her wasn't surprised to hear a response so quickly. It was if Paul knew everything ahead of time. She drove to the apartment, and for the first time in a long time she felt like someone special and important. The doorman greeted her with smile, and he welcomed her by name after looking at her idea. The apartment was beautiful and well furnished, and she decided that it was satisfactory, at least for now. She decided that some shopping would make her feel better; after a long day of picking out things that she hoped Paul would like to see her in, she settled down for some coffee. When the phone rang, she answered it quickly. "I'll be there." There was no time to change, which was disappointing, but she jumped into the car and sped to the Ansley Building.

Arriving at the building, she walked in rather quickly, greeting him with a nervous smile; it bothered her that he was disappointed, but she didn't know why. Taking the mask, she took a deep breath, putting it on as the elevator stopped. It was a glass elevator, and Charlotte felt a flush of fear, nerves, and exhilaration as she realized what was happening.

Slowly she began to undress, first the button up shirt, which fell to the floor, revealing the smooth skin of her shoulders and the curve of her breasts beneath the tight tank top. Then came the belt to her jeans, unfastening it slowly, she followed it by unbuttoning them and slowly sliding them down her hips, revealing more of her curves, her slender waist and firm ass. Hands hooked beneath the hem of the tank, causing it to slide higher, the smooth flat plane of her stomach coming into view as well as the black silk of her bra. Slender fingers unclasped the front of the bra, letting her breasts free of their prison, and she swallowed hard as he mentioned nipple rings. It was not an idea she was thrilled about, but what he wanted, he would get. That was the bargain after all. Finally, her hands moved down to her hips, reaching the strings that tied her panties; untying them, she let them fluttered to the floor.

She turned, facing the outside, her eyes falling on the man who was watching her. Her cheeks colored in rich dark pink when she realized what the man was doing. Gasping slightly, she jumped at his smack on her ass, but that was followed by moan, her pussy already wet. "Yes, yes, I do." She bit her lip, grabbing the bar in front of her. The scent of his cologne filled her senses, overwhelming her. She simply nodded when he mentioned getting waxed; it had been awhile since there'd been anyone interested in seeing her naked, and so she had simply let it go. She found herself wanting to be sexier, feel clean and smooth again.

Her eyes widened at the sound of his zipper, and she knew what was about to happen. It had been so long, far too long, and as he teased her she moaned out. Her pussy was growing wetter against his cock, her hips moving slowly. She squeaked at his smack, answering his question in a shuddering gasp. "N-no, never. Oh god, he never even touches me, especially not like this." She whimpered, longing to feel him inside her, and it took all her self control not beg. Her teeth pressed into the soft flesh of her lip, and a low moan filled the elevator as he slowly filled her, the firm fullness of his cock moving against her walls until he was completely inside her.

"Oh god." She pressed back against him, her hands gripping the bar in front of her firmly. Immediately her hips began to moved, caressing his shaft with her hot wet walls as he slid in and out. "So good," she moaned, rocking slowly and rhythmically. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have him inside her or how willingly she had accepted the idea of fucking him in a glass elevator. The man in the elevator next to them had stopped it so that he could enjoy the show, he was now staring directly at her, masturbating unabashedly as he watched her.

 

[doom29169]

In the next elevator, the man had fished out his small dick and was going full bore at it. He was alone over there, and Paul saw him now and what he was up to. He smirked saying, "I hope you like this, Charolette, putting on a show for strangers, because I think we will be doing quit a lot of it."

He moaned through clentched teeth as she began to get her rhythem. The fact that she was fucking herself just made this all the more ideal. Her hot, so so hot, wet pussy clung to him, gripped him as she would slid up and the welcome him as she slid down. Her body was the perfect tightness. Some women were too loose and you felt nothing with them. Some were so tight you had a hard time getting all the way in. Charolette's pussy was perfect, like it was made to mold around his cock.

He let her go, not interfearing for several minutes, just relishing her enthusiasm. However he could only wait just so long before he got in on the act himself. He reached up, lightly scratching her back with one hand and the other he took a firm grip on her luscious hip. He started out slowly, pulling his cock until it was almost completely out and then sliding it achingly slowly back in. The man in the next elevator caught his eye again and he gave her a little pop on the ass to get her attention. He reached over her shoulder and pointed. "I think our friend is going to..."

The man ejaculated onto the glass in front of him, his cum firing off in huge gobbes and running streaks down the otherwise prestine elevator. "MMMM yea, he has the right idea." He grabbes her hips with both hands now and begins to really fuck her in earnest. It has begun to get hot in the elevator, and she can feel little dropplets of sweat beading on her forehead and breasts. She feels his hands reaching up to grope her tits. He squeezes them, slapps them together, and even pinches and pulles at her nipples.

Then it was like he shifted gears. His hands held her tits like they were made to be, gripping them for counterbalance as his cock began its final assault. His grunts and groans bacame totally incoherant as his thrusts became wild and untimed. The final sign of his impending orgasm was a slight rise in his cock as it prepared to lauch his seaman into her. Launch it did, filling her as it splattered against her cervix and churned frothy as it leaked out the sides and ran down her inner thighs.

When the very last of him was in her and his cock was speant he pulled it out of her. He wiped it on her ass cheek before stuffing it back into his pants. He breathed heavily and gave her permission to redress. He ordered her not to wipe him off, but to allow him to run down her body and dry on her inner thighs before cleaning it. He also gave her the name of a spa where she was to go and have herself waxed bald. He demanded that there be no hair what so ever from her asshole to her waist. Lastly he told her to meet him in the foyer again at 6 o'clock, as they were going to get her nipples pierced. "And for God's sake wear something slutty."

He let the elevator go when she was dressed. He rode it back down with her, and even walked her to her car. He did not ask for a kiss, but clearly he wanted one. He thinks eventually he might demand one, but for now he will let her decide if she wants that much intimacy.

 

[Midori]

Charlotte wondered why she wasn't more appalled at the idea of being naked in public, Paul's cock buried in her pussy; she knew she should be, after all, she was brought up in a conservative house where sex before marriage was frowned upon and adultery even more so. But this was more than adultery, and she knew it. She'd sold herself to him, and though the woman, a well brought up debutante, knew that it was wrong, at least she was being paid well.

She moaned out, feeling his hand scratch her back, making her shiver agreeably, while his other hand gripped her hip. The slowly agonizing rhythm of his thrusts made her long for me, and she still moved her hips to meet him; her eyes widened when he popped her ass, and she jerked her gaze in the direction he pointed. The man in the next elevator was publicly stroking himself, watching their performance like some porno, and it was clear that he was about to cum. The idea that she was already becoming a whore, even a well paid one, flickered through her mind, and her cheeks turned bright red. Swallowing hard, she watched as the man came all over the elevator; it was repulsive, and she was glad that suddenly Paul was being incredibly distracting.

"Oh god, yes." She cried out, her body shaking with the force of his now much harder thrusts, fucking her deeply. The elevator was almost stifling, and she was beginning to feel sticky with the sweat of their intense interaction. Arching into his hands, she felt her nipples harden against his fingers, making her whimper in delight. Her own body began to tense, orgasm not far off, and she wondered how much longer Paul could last. "Fuck!" The vulgar word slipped from her lips involuntarily, making her blush even deeper, as he gripped her breasts.

Paul was cumming inside her within moments, and she was glad that she was on the pill; if she was to be his mistress, no that word didn't seem right and neither did lover, his sexual partner was the only respectable term that came to mind, she'd stay protected. Her own orgasm overtook her moments later, and she screamed out, as her own hot juices mixed with his, overflowing her pussy. She felt dirty, his cum running down her inner thighs and smeared across her ass, and she bit her lip when he commanded that she let it dry there. Slowly she turned around, her body trembling, and grabbed her clothes. Once dressed and out in the parking lot, she made sure that her identity was safe and removed the mask.

"I'll be here, on time, and you won't be disappointed." There was a subtle wink, and she leaned in, granting him a searing kiss to his lips before climbing into the car. "See you." She slammed the door and drove away, trying to force down the guilt she felt. What had she become? Clearly she was not really his mistress or lover, not the way he used her in the elevator, and she certainly was not his girlfriend. There was no other word for what she was. She was a whore, his whore, and the idea was even dirtier than she had feared.

Arriving at the apartment, the doorman greeted her with a smile, not knowing what she'd just done, and he opened the door to allow her entrance. She rode the elevator back up to her new apartment, though even the ride up felt dirty as scenes of what had just transpired echoed in her mind. Once inside, she made her way to the shower, hot water immediately turned on and filling the bathroom with steam. She stripped, dropping her clothes on the floor, and stepped into the hot water, scrubbing away the sweat and cum as though she were trying to wash the sins away, not that she really could. Skin tinged pink from the scrubbing she left the shower, grabbing a towel and drying off; she'd made an appointment with at the spa to have laser hair removal done. It was the latest technology, no heal time and no regrowth. If he wanted her smooth he'd get smooth.

At six o'clock, Charlotte arrived in the foyer, having gone to her appointment and returned to her new apartment to take a quick nap and dress. She forced herself to tune out the guilt, knowing that she was being paid to be a sexy and willing woman, and so she walked with ease and grace, every bit the confident woman. Black knee high boots clicked on the floor as she walked toward him, her long legs smooth and silky, running up to a short tight black leather skirt that fell two inches below her ass. A semi-sheer red shirt clung to her curves, and the outline of her black bra could be seen faintly through the fabric. Long brown hair hung in soft waves around her shoulders, and the scent of roses informed him that she was wearing the perfume he'd sent her the night before. Beneath the skirt she was wearing a black silk thong, and as she approached, she raised slightly to issue a kiss to his lips. "Hello there."

 

[doom29169]

When she kissed him at her car, he had been a little stunned, not expecting it. It was intense and full of passion, an her retunred it likewise. No one would have suspected they were anything but lovers. Indeed no one would have any idea that he had just fulfilled a long standing fantasy of having sex in that very elevator. He had taken it hundreds of times since he took over the top floor for his holding company. He watched her drive off and the memories ran though his mind: her smooth skin, her sharp intake of breath, her responsiveness to his commands. He had sensed her hesitancy, even at the begining, and it thrilled him.

His biggest thrill, though, was the fact that she was married. Yes that truely turned him on. His question about her husband had been well placed and now he knew she wasn't having sex with him, probably had not been for some time. He speant his afternoon with the DVD made from the security footage. He had it destroyed after his one copy was made. His cameras were the best money could buy, and he was able to zoom in on her face as she had her orgasm, and was treated to the delight he had missed earlier.

At nearly five he had called around to some old friends and found a suitable piercing/tattoo parlor. He had made arrangements with the owner so that no one else would be in the building, only the three of them. He hoped this would meet her approval, especially since he had seen that she did not really want the piercings. That was too damned bad because he did want them and would get them! He was standing in the lobby waiting for her when she arrived, and boy did she ever make an entrance. Gone was the austere clothing from earlier, now she wore something much more to his taste. Starting with her "fuck me hooker boots" and going up to a miniskirt that barely hid anything. Next came a sheer red blouse which gave away the outline of her bra, and finally her hair and make-up.

He was floored and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. When she reached him she tiptoed up and kissed him again. He kissed her back. He answered her with, "Hello to you Charolette. I like this outfit much better than the last. Thank you for taking the time to please me." He was polite and his voice had that same syrupy sweetness, coupled with his rich baratone that made women weak at the knees. His blue eyes captured her green and refused to let them run free. He offered his arm and away they went.

Paul's driver was also his personal body guard. He knew this man well and trusted him with his life. He burley man gave a whistle of approval when he saw Charolette and Paul walking toward him. "Charolette this is Andy, my river and body guard. He is armed at all times, so if you ever have any trouble he can handle it." The man stood a little straighter at his praise. They climbed into the back of the limo and it speed off. He offered her champaigne and strawberries again, and he had a glass himself as the followed streets to a less savory part of town. They arrived at a tattoo parlor, called "Big Ed's" and Big Ed himself met them at the door.

Big Ed said that they were alone as he had been told to make sure of. Andy stayed in the waiting area, watching the car and staying close to his boss. Big Ed motioned for her to take the large comfortable leather chair. "What are we doing today?"

Paul reached into his breast pocket and pulled out some things. "Her tits, her naval, and her clit hood. I want them done with these." He unwrapped pure gold hoops and handed them over from the stack he had in his pocket. "I also want this tattooed above her left tit and this on the side of lovely right ass cheek." The picture on her chest was to be a rose, intricate and the thorns drip a little blood. On her ass he had a stylized caligraphic P. "Of course anyting she would like as well."

He knew he was springing the tattoos on her, and his eyes dared her to defy him. She had the right to say no, and he seemed to challenge her with it. Big Ed nodded and said "Strip, I wanna see my canvas." Paul echoed the man's order, making it clear she was to do as he said from then on. Two pairs of greedy eyes watched as she removed her clothing. Ed whistled and noded approvingly. "I see why you want 'em done, nothing makes big tits look better than gold piercings. Lets get to work then, huh?"

Big Ed gave each of her nipples a gold hoop, then her naval, and finally when he reached her pussy he broke his silence with "Damn, she is wet! She has nearly saoked my chair." Grinning at her he said, "I'll name it for you, hunney." He went to work on her final piercing and took far longer with it than was necessary. His fingers constantly dipped into and caressed her pussy. When he was done he got out his tattoo equiptment and went to work on her rose. He did it in about an hour and the letter took him only about ten minutes. With his work completed, he asked her if she wanted anything else.

No matter her answer, when the process was completed, Paul looked at Ed. Nodding her looked at Charolette, "Ed has agreed in writing to a hush clause, provided you suck his cock for him. I told him you would, so get to it..."

 

[Midori]

She was glad he liked the outfit, thought why she wanted to please him so much when he was simply using her made no sense to the young woman. Charlotte did not show concern, not for her guilt and not for the inevitable discovery of her new employment by Roger, which would likely end in a fight. "I'm glad you like it." She smiled seductively, taking his arm and walking with him to the limo. She merely nodded at his explanation of his bodyguard; she'd made the assumption when the man had picked her up on her first night. Sipping the champagne, Charlotte tried desperately not to show her nerves or her displeasure at the idea that she was going to get a piercing she'd never wanted. If she refused the contract was broken, and god help her, she needed the money so desperately. Without Paul, without this deal, she would be trapped forever with Roger, caught in the downward spiral that was her husband's life.

Once inside the tattoo parlor, Charlotte took a seat on the chair, waiting for Paul to tell Ed what he wanted. There was an audible gasp from the brunette when he brought out not two, but four gold hoops, and she swallowed hard as he indicated that he wanted her hood to be pierced as well. Glancing over at him, her eyes held dismay, but she knew that refusal was not really an option. The tattoos were also a surprise, and he looked as if he was daring her to refuse. She was being branded, that much she knew, and he was testing her. If she said no everything would end, and if she said yes, well who knew what would happen next. Taking a deep breath, she indicated her consent, and when Ed informed her that she was to strip, she stood gracefully.

First she unzipped the boots, feet sliding out smoothly, followed by the skirt and blouse; once those were gone, she made swift work of her thong and bra, well aware that both Paul and Ed were watching her. As she sat in the chair again, Ed went to work on her nipples, inadvertent moans filtering from her as he tweaked them. To her shame, she was growing aroused, mostly due to the stimulation, and the chair was growing wet beneath her. Two sharp gasps of pain echoed, and the piercings were done, Ed moving to her naval. This was a piercing that she didn't mind so much, as she had always intended on having it done but had never gotten around to it. She bit her lip, and when it was done, she relaxed for a moment. But it wasn't long before Ed was working between her legs. She blushed at his remarks about the chair, and when he began to work, she had to grip the chair to keep from squirming. She moaned out at his teased her pussy, making it wetter; she winced as he pierced her, but the pleasure of his fingers turned even that into a moan.

She closed her eyes, wincing slightly as he tattooed her, but other than the fact it was his initial on her ass, thus branding her as his, Charlotte managed to pretend as thought things were normal. When Ed asked her if she wanted anything, she smiled, having a surprise of her own for Paul. "I want those, please." She pointed at a photo on the wall of a series of stars, then indicated that she wanted it exactly where the photo showed. Breathing deeply, she stood calmly as he worked on the ink. But her calm didn't last very long.

He wanted her to do what? Charlotte couldn't hide the shock and hurt in her eyes, though she didn't know why she was hurt by the idea that he'd practically given her to Ed in exchange for his silence. Did she honestly think Paul gave a damn about her other than to have sex? She'd foolishly hoped that perhaps he'd care enough to want her to himself, that he wouldn't want anyone else to have her. "Paul?" She lifted an eyebrow, wondering if he was serious, but the look in his eyes told her that he was. Looking away, she knelt in front of Ed, her hands moving to the man's waist to unfasten his belt and pants, tugging them down slowly. It was obvious that the man was eager for his pay off; she could see the bulge of his cock beneath his underwear. Charlotte was revolted and ashamed, but she hid it as best she could.

Ed thrust his hips forward at her suddenly, causing his erection to hit her in the face, and she bit her lip, palming him through the fabric of his underwear. She realized that the sooner she did this, the sooner it would be over, and so she hooked her slender fingers into his waistband and pulled the underwear down. Closing her eyes, she moved closer, her hot mouth enveloping Ed's cock slowly, her tongue running along the shaft, and it was not long before she developed a soft suction, sliding her mouth along him.

 

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Ed had been worked up the whole time, knowing he was going to have his cock sucked by this delisious woman. He had a raging hard on the whole time. When she took it out, she noticed it was smaller than Paul's or at least how she imagined Paul's was, since hadn't seen it. It must have been the fastest blow in history, as she only had him in her heated, velvety mouth for a few seconds before he came in her mouth he moaned and groaned, getting red faced and out of breath. He sat back on the chair where he had just pierced and tattooed her.

"God honey, thats was a great fucking blow. Come back any time you like."

Dismissed by Ed, Paul watched as she got her clothes on. She see there was almost pure lust in his eyes and on his face. He was controling that, controling himself as well as her. When she was dressed he offered her his arm, like nothing had happened, like they were a couple on a normal date. Andy nodded and they all went back out to the limo. Paul opened her door like a gentleman, and slid in beside her. When the door closed his demenour changed slightly. He opened his arms and beconed her to him. When she slid into his lap he wrapped his arms around her and held her closely, running his fingers through her hair. He indicated with his hand to Andy that he wanted the man to drive around for a while.

"Charolette," his voice was even different, calming and soothing in a way he had not been before, "I want to thank you. You have made two of my most cherished fantasies come true. I want to give you something." He reached into a pocket made into the door and drew out a minella envelope, handing it too her, beconing her to open it. Inside she found a document that she was familiar with:

Order for Dissilusionment of Marriage
and Seperation of Assets​

Looking through she found Roger's signature clearly on his line, and she knew it wasn't faked. How he had pulled it off was a mystery. He explained that there was a place where she could fill in any items or keepsakes she wanted to take with her, and that there was someone there now guarding her things to prevent him from destroying them. She need not ever return, anything she wanted could be delivered to her at her new penthouse appartment.

After that he just held her, seeming to want to capture the moment. It was odd, he had been so dominant a few minutes ago, and now it was like he just wanted to hold her and cuddle with her. Paul was deffinantly not the usual guy. When they arrived at her appartment he told her that he would not call on her again until next week, he was going out of town on business. Her life was hers, to do with as she pleased, until he returned. He didn't just walk her to her door, he walked her up to her appartment. Inside, he told her to show him, he wanted to see his initial on her ass. Together they pealed of the bandage, and he even helped her wash it. Then he just admired it, for longer than she had expected him too.

Finally he looked back into her eyes. "You make more than enough money to have them removed if you want to. I am not going to order it, I am going to ask you. Please keep them, I want them. You can, if you wish, remove them and it will not breach our contract. You did what I wanted, you fulfilled my fantasy. Now I have another."

He lead her to her bedroom and had her lie down, fully clothed. He took off her boots himself, kissing her feet as he did. He sucked on each of her toes, watching her face for reaction. Then he kissed up the insides of her thighs, to her crotch which he found deliciously wet. She was hairless and smooth, and he knew she had done it for him. He lay between her thighs and started licking her. First he was slow and deliberate, taking his time with the flat of his tongue. Then he turned sideway a little and kissed it, as if her were her mouth and her were slowly french kissing her. Then he made a little point with his tonue and flicked it across her clit, first slowly, then more and more rapidly. When it was fully erect he clamped his mouth around the precious bud and sucked it, licking it with his tongue.

He wasn't through. He asked her to take off her bra. He pushed her shirt up and stared in awe at her nipple rings. "God thats the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He bent down and took one of the rings into his mouth, sucking it and her nipple at once. At last he pushed himself up between her legs and dropped his pants. He slide his cock into her steamy honey hole, and slowly fucked her. He seemed to have no end of stamina, riding her slowly through one orgasm after another. He whispered hot hot she was, how good she felt, how she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he started speeding up. He quickly lost control, his timing and rhythem broken by his need. He came while kissing her passionately. Afterwards he held her until he fell asleep.

 

[Midori]

Thank god for hair triggers. Charlotte was glad that it didn't take long for Ed to peak, and she swallowed hard, more revolted by the moment at what had just happen. She stood, and a soon as she was dressed she reached into her purse for some gum, anything to get the taste of Ed out of her mouth. Chewing silently, she let the taste of mint overtake the taste of Ed's cum and took Paul's arm. As they slid into the limo, she tried to relax, to forget the Paul had made her suck another man's cock.

Her eyes widened slightly as he beckoned her closer, his arm spread, and she accidentally swallowed her gum. But she complied, sure that she was imagining things. Well, until he held her close and stroked her hair so affectionately; she sat lightly in his lap, listening to the tone in his voice as it changed, and she was shocked when he thanked her and offered her something in exchange. The documents were familiar, more than familiar; they were something she'd dreamed of being able to make Roger sign. Tears welled in her bright green eyes, making them shine. She was free, no longer trapped under the weight of Roger's debt. "Paul! Oh, Paul, thank you." She kissed him, overwhelmed by gratitude, and kissed him again and again. It was real, she was free, and she could have her belongings back. Her head rested on his chest for the rest of the ride, and she was content to let him hold her, still in shock at the change in his behavior and the fact that she was free from Roger.

She found herself disappointed, almost, that Paul was going away for the week, and she thought of what she would do with herself if she had nothing to do. The doorman greeted them, and much to her surprise, Paul walked her up to apartment and then followed her inside. Still too surprised to think, she let him help her remove the bandage over the tattoo on her ass, and he even helped her clean it carefully. She could feel him admiring it, his eye lingering on it for much longer than she expected. Her eyes widened when he told her that she could remove them without breaching the contract, but his desire to have her keep them seemed so sincere that she couldn't bring herself to consider having the ink removed. "I'll keep them, Paul. For you." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she couldn't believe she was agreeing.

But before she could think about it for much longer, he was leading her to the bedroom and having her lay on her bed, still dressed. What sort of fantasy could he possibly have that involved this. But she was soon discovering just that, as he began to undress her, starting with her boots. She let out a soft gasp when his warm mouth enveloped her toes one by one, and she felt herself shiver agreeably. Her thighs tensed as his lips traveled higher, and she was immediately reminded of how different this was from earlier in the day when she had let him fuck her in the elevator for the world to see. She found herself aching for more.

Oh god, it felt so good; his tongue was warm and firm against her heated skin, still wet from the teasing at the tattoo parlor, and she was suddenly aware of just how aroused she'd become earlier. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes, feeling her body tremble gently. "Oh, wow, yes." She caught herself whimper, her body reacting rapidly to the stimulation. Suddenly his tongue found it's way deeper, and she gasped loudly, hands gripping the sheets as he pussy grew wetter. The sudden contact with her clit made her cry out, and she lifted her hips, the tension in her body rising as she neared orgasm. The more he teased it, the more desperate she became for release, and she arched her body as a sudden wave of pleasure overwhelmed her, feeling her release flow from her body. But his assault on her clit didn't stop, and Charlotte found herself writhing and moaning as he kept going. "Oh, god, yes, yes, yes." She cried out, jolts of pleasure shooting through her body, making her toes curl. On the edge again, she came, her body quaking as Paul took his fill.

She readily obliged him, removing her bra and letting him take off her blouse, and she arched with a moan as his mouth enveloped her sensitive nipple. She called out his name, her nipple rapidly growing erect, and her fingers tangled in his hair for a moment. She arched to him as he entered, and she rejoiced in the way he filled her heat. Charlotte reveled in the slow entrance, the gentle rhythm, and she let her legs wrap around him, holding him there, inviting him deeper. "Paul, oh god, don't stop." She moaned out, and the pleasure washed over her. It was so different than before, so much more intimate, and as he slowly fucked her, she came not once or twice, but three more times, each orgasm powerful and shaking her body. Her nails raked his back gently, and she ached for more, to feel him release inside her. Suddenly he seemed to lose control, and she cried out in pleasure. Her lips captured his in a passionate kiss as he came, his heat filling her.

Charlotte fell asleep with her head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around her, and as the sun peeked through the curtains of her bedroom, she moved slightly. Sometime in the night, they'd managed to remove what little clothes they'd left on, and she was surprised when she began to awake, naked and in the bed with a man other than Roger. It was a pleasant surprise, and as memories of the night flooded her mind, she smiled. Recalling that Paul would probably leave soon for his business trip, a naughty idea flickered through her mind. She decided that perhaps she would give him something to think about while he was gone, something to miss.

She kissed his chest firmly and allow her hands to slide lower, until her fingers found what felt like a case of morning erection. Smiling softly to herself, she let her fingers trail over his length as her kissed trailed lower, and soon her hand was cupping his balls as her lips kissed along his length. Charlotte lowered her head, enveloping his cock in her warm wet mouth, her dark brown hair cover his lap; he awoke to the sensations of her mouth pulling along his cock slowly, her tongue stroking his skin, her fingers gently toying with his balls.

 

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He felt a mouth on his cock. In his half awake state he reached down and felt her hair. He could think of no better wake up than to have his cock sucked. His eyes opened and he saw that he was looking down into Charolette's beautiful green eyes, and his flashed a smoldering look at her. He was wrong, he admitted to himself, there was no better way than being woken up with Charolette sucking his cock. He quickly became frustated, though, as he was unable to touch her in responce. He nudged her and indicated he wanted her to move into a 69 position. When her thighs were on either side of his head he could see the heated moisture oozing out of her slit. She was getting hot.

He eralized why Ed had not helt his gun any longer, she was a born cock sucker. She slide her mouth back down his prick and this time into her throat as if to say first one who cumes looses. He grinned as two could play that game. His teeth found the piercing over her clit and he pulled it, gently exposing and stimulating her clit at the same time. When the beautiful little bud was in view he slithered his tongue against it, attacking it slowly at first but soon building speed with his firm wet tongue. Then he penetrated her with his first two fingers, feeling how truely slopily wet she was. He felt around for her G spot and when he found it, he massaged it with his finger. This brought her head down further, her nose right up against his balls that her fingers were toying with. He wondered if she could smell them and if they indeed had some property in their smell which would further aurose her. her throat muscles clenched around his dick, milking him as she swallowed, which set off his orgasm. He filled her throar and mouth with his seed, and he determinedly went after her orgasm as well. She had beaten him and deserved her prize.

When she was sated he held her again, knowing he would miss her terribly for the week. He also wanted to tell her something, but his stomach growled and got in the way. "I'll make you breakfast." He annouced and took her byu the hand, leading her into the kitchen. They were both naked, but he found and tied on an apron to shield himself from greese. He asked what she liked, making sure she wasn't a vegitarian before making the eggs. He had ordered her appartment stocked and so anything they could want was within arms reach. "I was a cook at I-Hop when we first met." He confessed. Remembering his generous tips, and realizing how little he must have actually had made them seem even larger now in hindsight.

He was a good cook. he made them each specialty pancakes and eggs with peppers, onions, mushrooms and meat if she wanted. He sat them down and just talked to her. He asked about her plans. Did she wish to go to college? He could arrange it if she did. Whatever she wanted, he had enough to make it happen. Finally he came to his confession, the real one. "Charolette, I picked you. Before I even made the contest, it was a ruse to get you to me. I wanted you, the whole time. I don't suppose you'll be wanting to stay with our arrangement now that you've gotten out from under Roger, but...it would please me. There are so many more things we could do, so many new experiances to try. I want to have those with you."

 

[Midori]

She felt him stir beneath her, waking from his slumber, and as his eyes met hers, she winked. Pleased with herself, Charlotte continued to suckle his firm turgid length, her mouth sliding along his shaft slowly as though she was savoring the taste. She felt his nudge, her eyes catching his, and her lower body gracefully moved into the position he wanted, her heated slit hovering above his lips. It wasn't that Charlotte particularly liked sucking a man's cock, but for Paul she thought she could do anything. With a willful moan, she sank lower on his cock, this time giving him her throat, and he answered the challenge.

She gasped, the soft breath hitting his cock, when his teeth found the hoop of her piercing, causing her to grow even wetter as his teasing exposed the sensitive little bundle of nerves. Suddenly he was caressing her clit with his tongue, causing her to moan against his cock, vibrating her lips and tongue as she bobbed her head against him. It felt beyond amazing, and she found herself closing her eyes as she continued to please him. If her mouth had not been occupied with his cock she would've begged for more, but instead her hips spoke for her, moving slowly as she sucked more firmly.

She was drenched, the wetness coated his fingers as they found their way into her hot tight pussy, and she moaned again, this time much longer as he found her g-spot, massaging it and making her want to orgasm right then and there, but still she held out, her mouth dropping lower. She swallowed, her throat milking his cock, and she suddenly tasted his cum. Again and again she swallowed, taking all of him in. Charlotte reveled in her victory, and it seemed that Paul was not short of prizes. His tongue and fingers sent shock waves through her, each touch to her g-spot bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she could hold back no longer. Her release shuddered through her, and she felt herself grow weak, barely able to maintain her position. Soon she crawled up to rest her head on his chest, her eyes closing slightly as he held her.

"Hungry?" She laughed softly, her fingers gracefully running over his chest. She let him lead her to the kitchen, completely naked, and she watched him tie on apron to protect himself from the grease. Her eyes widened as he confessed that he had been a cook. "Never would've guessed." She watched him cook, and then sat across from him as they ate and chatted. "Paul, I'd like to, well, I'd like to go to cooking school. You'd never believe it, but I have a degree in culinary arts, I finished in two years because I took so many dual credit classes in high school. I was all set to go to cooking school after graduation, but Roger, well he screwed that up. I always wanted to be a world class chef."

But it was his confession that shocked her, and she bit her lip softly. He had hand picked her, before the contest, before any of it, he'd wanted her. She wasn't sure how she felt about that at first, but a part of her was pleased, flattered that he wanted her that much. And he was suggesting that she would no longer want to stay, not since she was free; Charlotte admitted that the thought crossed her mind. Without Roger, she didn't need this arrangement. But she wanted it; she found herself admitting that she wanted to stay. "I'll stay. If you still want me, I'll stay. I'd like to continue." Her bright eyes met his, and she was smiling the same soft smile she'd worn we they met.

 

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It thrilled him when she agreed to continue. He wanted that, wanted her to be his - totally his - and in a way she had agreed to that. Tmie caught up with him and he had to leave. Leaving was difficult and he kept going back to her, kissing her, touching her. She was becoming the center of his world, and he had no quams about showing her that. When he finally left he was sad, and missed her immediatly.

He ordered her several dozen boquettes of flowers, all different kinds, and had a note sent telling that since he didn't know her favorite, he would send them all. His week went by slowly. Mostly he sent her text messages during boring meetings and called her at night. In the middle of the week, he got that demanding voice again. He told her he wanted her to use the I-Phone to film herself masterbaing and send it to his phone. He gave her no more specific instructions than that, hoping simply to spur her to do something she normally wouldn't do.

He waited all night for her reply...

 

[Midori]

Charlotte found herself not wanting him to leave, and it was difficult to pull herself away each time he returned for just one more kiss or just one more touch. Dressed in a sheer robe, she kissed him one final time, smiling and telling him that she would see him when he got back. She was quickly becoming completely wrapped up in him, and she loved every moment of it. Her spacious apartment felt slightly empty after he left, and she went to shower and dress. A quick phone call had two movers at the apartment within the hours bringing in boxes of her belongings and her mother’s crystal and china, along with its cabinet, from the old house. They were her things, and she couldn’t live without them. With a little rearranging and work, her belongings were in place, and she spent the rest of the weekend relaxing and shopping. She purchased several new dresses and other outfits, as well as some lingerie to surprise Paul when he returned.

The week was quiet; Charlotte found that he’d arranged for her to attend one of the top culinary arts schools, located in the city, and classes began rather quickly. She spent her week text him and attending classes, and there were days when flowers arrived at her school for her, a pleasant surprise that made her feel cared for in a way she hadn’t felt in years. He called every night, and they talked about his work and her classes, and occasionally they indulged in phone sex. By the middle of the week, she had really begun to miss him, more than she had at first, and when she caught that tone in his voice, the one that meant he had a specific command, she welcomed it, even if the command was more risqué than she had anticipated. The call had come at lunch, while she was on break between classes, and she’d had the rest of the day to consider precisely what she would do for him.

Back in the apartment, she spent a good hour trying to position her phone to get a decent angle and arranging the room so that it was ready for her little show. The room was lit only by a lamp near the bed, so that Charlotte seemed to glow, and a soft music played in the background. She changed into a sheer black robe, and as she prepared to record she felt a rush of nerves and excitement. She’d never done anything like this before. Pressing record, she bit her lip, looking at the camera with a small smile. “I’m thinking of you, Paul, only you.” She let her robe fall open, so that he could see her smooth skin, the curves of her breasts, the stars on her hipbone and the rose on her breast. Reclined on the bed, she let a hand slide down her neck, fingers eventually reaching her nipple to tease it until she was gasping softly and it was erect; the left nipple received the same treatment, all the while she kept her eyes on the camera, as though she was looking at Paul.

She moved the phone, placing it so that he could see her as she slowly began to tease her clit, moaning his name softly as she did so. The little gold hoop glittered slightly, and she felt her hips begin to move as she focused her attention on her clit, the wetness between her thighs growing. She moaned again, her fingers dipping into her folds, soft wet noises could be heard, and she bit her lips softly. All the while she thought of Paul, of his reaction to her moans of his name, how wet she got just thinking of him. Her fingers move slowly in and out, pumping firmly and deeply as her thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing it firmly. “Oh Paul, this feels so good.” She whispered softly, her voice already trembling, and she began to gyrate her hips slowly, maintaining a steady rhythm. Her fingers became drenched, and she slid them from her body, licking them slowly for him to see and then returning them to plunder her body. She continued the agonizingly slow actions over and over, her body trembling, until she could stand it no longer. She let her fingers speed up; pressing deeper, until her body quaked and she began to cry out. “Paul, Paul I’m going to,” there was a pause as she moaned out breathless. “I’m going to cum.” Her release felt like her body was a string pulled to tight, snapping instantly, and she felt her juices flow onto her bed. “Oh god, that felt almost as good as if you were here, Paul.” She fell back on the bed, whispering good night and pressing the stop button.

After a few moments to catch her breath, she sent him the video, with the title “Thinking of You”. She placed the phone on its charger and moved to slip into her night gown. Dressed, she curled up among her pillows and awaited his response.

 

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Being away from her was beginning to hurt. He knew what that meant, that he was falling in love with her. He only hoped that when it came out she was still interested in him. He had his kinky side, the one he had originally made his contract with her to feed. Now he wondered if it was a mistake, but he also knew that if he didn't feed it with her, he would feed it with someone else, someone he cared for and about far less.

He had made his instructions vague on purpose. He had wanted to see where she would go with it. When he recieved her message and saw a video attachment, he got very excited. He downloaded it to his I=pad for the bigger screen. The scene opened with her in a lovely balck robe and standing in front of a lamp. He noticed how her skin seemed to catch the light and glow. He got goose bumps and paused it. He got his own idea.

He pulled the ugly covers off the bed and stripped down to his boxers. he got hand lotion and put it on the nightstand. Then he moved the I-Pad over with him and tilted it so that it would stand on its own. He took his own I-Phone and slipped it to the top of the pad, then set the pillows to a reclining position. He turned on the camera and spoke to it. "I wanted you to be here with me while I watched it." He turned on her video, and she would be able to hear but no see it. Instead she could watch his reactions to it.

He started off just slowly masterbating in his boxer shorts, watching her tease herself, watching as she made her nipples hard. "My God you have the most exquisite body." He said to her while watching her movie. It was like he was talking to her in the movie and in her room. He managed to keep himself in check until he saw her licking her juices off of her own fingers. After that he couldn't take it anymore, and he fished out his dick and started masterbating in earnest. He got a couple of gobs of lotion to smooth it, and he was pulling on it right in front of her. He hissed as he watched her fingers going back in, barely staving off his own orgasm, he wanted to last the whole way through.

When he fingers speed up and pressed deeped then he speed up as well senseing it wouldn't last much longer. When she announced that she was going to cum he said "Fuck so am I!" He started squeezing the head of his cock as he reached it with each stroke and when he saw her juices flowing onto the bed he lost it, bllasting his own cum all over his chest and stomach. He was red faced when it was over. He took the camera in hand and held it up over him, zooming in on his chest. "I am going to fill you with this when I get home."

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Friday came and his call found her having lunch. The commanding tone was back, "I am picking you up at six o'clock. Eat light and wear something slutty." She knew well what that meant, another challenge. He arrived exactly on time, as always. He opened her door and told her how beautiful she looked. He would not tell her where they were going, only that it was a surprise.

They made it to the part of town where Ed's tattoo shop was, but a few blocks further down. It was an older movie theater and the marquee said only "All Movies $10." Paul paid and escorted her in. The theater was dimmly light and on teh screen was a woman being eaten by another woman on her knees who was in turn being sodomized. A quick head count put the number of people in the theater at a dozen, including them, and she was the only woman. Paul was with her, so she felt safe and she knew his dirver was only a shout away. Paul sat them in the middle, the closest patron was two rows back. Paul started feeling her up, and made her take her panties off, and he told her to put her mask on. He murmured about how she was sexier than all those girls on screen. Then he got up and walked off. Watching him she saw him go up to the other fellow a couple rows back. Paul pointed to her and they seemed to have an annimated discussion. Paul came back and the other man sat behind him. "Thats Benny. He is going to kneel down behind me. Your going to ride my cock and suck his off at the same time. I told him all about your fantasy of sucking off strangers in a dirty movie theater, and he is only happy to oblidge you." Benny was an ugly fat guy with four days of beard on his face. He wasn't going to be pleasant...