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The Manor (DudeMeister&SHARPii)

He smirked when she gripped at his member through his pants. He soon got up and stood over the edge of the bed so that she could take his pants off. With he unbuckled his belt and soon his pants slid down his ankles. Stepping out of them he was only in a pair of blue boxers. His aroused member made a tent in them. Although he never measured himself, he knew by the look on every woman's face that it was of considerable size. He laid down near her and smirked

"Go right a-head...no pun intended" he said, laying down in front of her
 
Stephanie watched him, sitting on her hands and knees and she watched him gloriously as his pants dropped and showed off his package well in his boxers. She licked her lips and then bit down on her lower lip and grinned. "Cute." She teased with a little wrinkle of her nose and she moved to him as he lay down. She straddled his legs and her hands came up to the waistband of his boxers and she pulled them down, letting his member spring free. Her eyes widened at the size and girth and she felt her mouth. She did her best not to drool, thankfully.

Her hand moved and her fingers wrapped around his length and she pumped slowly and gently enough just to give him something rather than nothing but not too quickly. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth to let her tongue come out and lick up his underside where she circled up over the head, tasting him. Oh, he tasted divine. He kept himself in good shape all around. She licked along him, the way she might a popsicle--they were great practice after all--and soon she took the head into her mouth, sucking.
 
Receiving head from a woman who knew how to was one of the things that Hawthorne enjoyed quite a bit. Feeling her soft hand gently message and caress his column felt great. She knew how to tease and build up. Relaxing under her he suppressed a groan as he felt her hot and went tongue brush against his flesh teasingly. She obviously was eating a lot of popsicles in this weather. It was paying off.

As her teasing tongue gave way to her full lips, his chiseled abs tensed briefly in sudden pleasure, as his toes curled up in surprise. But he didn't moan. She would have to work harder for that. Looking down at her and making eye contact, he suppressed the urge to reach down and moved the (whatever color) hair out of her face, instead enjoying how it draped down and tickled his lower abdomen and thighs
 
[Blonde]

Her mouth came off of him and with a flick of her neck, softly, her hair was pushed out of her way and over one shoulder-ish and over her back. Her mouth went back to his rod and she took the head back into her mouth and her eyes looked to him. She saw his face and knew he was holding back. No matter, she'd be very deserving of it. Stroking him, she let her tongue run along the sensitive tip before she started to take him further into her mouth, inch by inch and for now, she settled for simply taking half of him in. She wanted to blow his mind, literally and surprise him by what she could do. She certainly could take him in all the way, but for now, she'd settle for building up a nice momentum.

Her full lips wrapped nicely around the half point, she pulled her mouth up, sucking him deeply before she went back down. It was slow and then she started to build up. And after a nice gradual point, each time she took him back into her mouth, she went deeper until she was taking him to the hilt each time, pumping her hand around him and really going to town on him.
 
(Thanks. And what about Harper?)

When she began to build up that rhythm, he allowed himself to moan under her. She certainly knew how to go down on a man. If circumstances were different, she'd probably be doing this on camera. He tensed his kegal muscles periodically, making himself firmer in her mouth, and allowing the glans to flare out.

When she began deepthroating him he groaned, aroused by the sleek wetness of his now fully hard erection, and the sounds she was making as she slurped up his member. She wasn't pulling out any stops, but he wasn't one to finish to quick either

"Mmmm...don't let up now. I know your jaw probably hurts by now, but that's no excuse" he said teasingly, as if to challenge her to outperform herself
 
[No problem. I'd say black ^^]

Hearing him groan, she felt incredibly empowered. It was such a powerful thing to bring a man to heel like this, make him moan and groan and all because it's what she was doing. That's what she loved about her job. She felt most powerful to make a man feel this way, to make him writhe and throb in her mouth. Not that he was doing that yet but she had no intention of letting up. Her mouth and jaw didn't hurt and even with his teasing words, she looked up at him and smiled through it before continuing on. She wouldn't stop. Not until she milked him for all he was worth.

Stephanie stroked him in a corkscrewing motion and then took him as deep as she could, feeling him hit the back of her throat. She lost her gag reflex years ago when she first started this. After the umpteenth blow job, she learned to make it go away. Practice made perfect and while she didn't think she was exquisitely perfect, she thought she was really good enough to do this to a man. Pulling her mouth off half way, she went back down again, only to pull back excruciatingly slow. Her mouth tightened, her teeth were sheathed behind her lips and her tongue swirled along him for maximum effect.

He didn't have to tell her twice to keep going. He tasted divine.
 
(Thanks again. Now since you are obviously so good at detailing blow job scenes, I'm going to milk this a little more. Just tell me when you'd like to move on to the next thing)

Wow!!! This was intense. Although he was a while until reaching his climax, he threw his head back and moaned very loudly in pleasure. She definitely knew her way around the bedroom. At least when it came to giving blow jobs. He would test and see her versatility later....

He tensed his kegals periodically again to stave it off...not that he needed to. Although (he heard) many men had problems lasting in bed, he never had that issue. He often lasted hours in bed (not that he was bragging), which sometimes worked against him. Occasionally the woman wouldn't be able to take it anymore, and end the session before he had an opportunity to nut. He however had the feeling that Steph would be able to sort out his needs. What a good cocksucker.

His abs tensed over and over again under her as he threw his head back in pleasure. His hips slowly bucked upward in pleasure, pushing himself deeper down her unintentionally. Although he didn't believe in forcing himself down a woman's throat for the sake of using her for pleasure, his body writhed under her uncontrollably. Plus, with her impressive deepthroating he couldn't help but wonder if it was possible at all to gag her...
 
[Np ^^ lol I try. I just wish I could do half the things Stephanie is able to xD Lol but let this drag as long as you want. Let Hawthorne get his kinky desires out with Steph because who knows if he’ll get it again if he pursues Harper]

It was a wonder when she got with men who knew how to hold off long enough that they could last longer in bed. Although she expected it as much, she was seeing it was a potential problem. Not that she ever got lock-jaw before but she wasn’t exactly aiming for that to happen now. Especially when she felt him press her down more to take him deeper. But even as she heard him groan as loudly as he did, it put her into the dilemma of whether or not she wanted to stop. To hear him this way pleased her as much as his mouth on her down there did.

Still though, she had other plans for him and as much as she wanted to milk him for all he was worth with her mouth, there were other ways to achieve that. And why bring it to a steady end without getting what she really wanted? Him inside of her.

That was when Stephanie pulled her mouth of him and she swallowed hard, her gaze washing up over his body and then to his face. She smiled a knowing smile as her hand kept working in pumping him and she scooted up his body. “I think you’ve had enough of that Mr. Tisch.” It was a silent challenge as well. To stop giving a man a blow job especially when it was just getting good. It was how she maintained power and also how she teased the most. What could she say? Stephanie was a professional tease.
 
He groaned in disappointment when she pulled her mouth off of him. He really wanted her to bring him to his climax, but than again, he wouldn't mind fucking her either. Sitting up and looked down at her hand that was still jacking him, he smirked.

"Alright then. What would you like to do now?" he asked, despite knowing what her answer will be, as he reached over to grasp her breast. If they were going to do this, he might as well indulge in exploring her body.

(that's another thing. How are we going to get him and Harper together?)
 
[Well i don't know xD I mean go with it. If he likes Harper, pursue her. Because he made it clear to her at least in her mind that he's not interested. So she won't seek him out if that's what you mean?]

Stephanie smiled at him and she situated herself on top of him, sitting astride him and her hand around his girth. "You know what I want Hawthorne." She whispered, lifting herself up and rubbing herself against the head of his member. "Don't you want me?" She tilted her head, her eyes bearing down on him. "Or are you too into Harper Collins to really let yourself go? To really let yourself indulge in little me." She lowered herself down just to take the head of him inside of her, a soft gasp coming from her. "Come on Mr. Tisch. Fuck me."
 
(Well...maybe after a few days of having something going on with Steph, he realises that he can't get her out of his head)

He didn't reply to her subtle barbs. Although he really wanted to do this, a part of him was still thinking about Harper. But he needed her to do this for him, and like all humans, he needed companionship and a release. When challenged to fuck her he allowed himself to growl lowly, pushing her off him and smirking, pinning her wrists down to the mattress roughly.

"Very well dear...let's see what you can do" he said, before sliding himself in and slowly easing his entire length. Most woman that he was intimate with had trouble growing accustomed to his size, so although he burrowed his entirety into her, he waited for her to ok going further
 
[Sounds like a bomb-diggity plan ^^]

A gasp came from her at the sudden movement of being pinned beneath him and she bit her lower lip, pushing her hips up into his obviously suggestively. "Bring it." She said softly before she felt him ease into her. Considering his size, she tilted her head back and felt the twinge of pain being stretched as much as she was. He was a lot bigger than most of her male clients and it took her a moment, especially when he sunk inside of her, completely and all the way.

Her hands flexed under his grip and she breathed hard through her nose. Oh, that was a new feeling alright but she made herself relax, letting her body sink back onto the mattress and her eyes opened lazily. "Mm, Mr. Tisch, please..." She begged. She needed him now. If he didn't move, she just might lose her mind entirely.
 
He smirked and let go of her hands. He soon thrusted into her at a steady pace, working to establish a solid rhythm. After a few minutes he began to pound into her harder and faster, his thrusts shaking her entire body. He grinned wickedly at her as he saw her succumb to her pleasure. He ran his hands through her blonde hair and roughly tugged it to expose her neck, where he preceded to kiss her tenderly as their moans filled the room, the sounds of their hips colliding getting increasingly louder. He especially appreciated the fact that she bothered to grind back: to many times did he have to deal with a pillow fucker.

"Mmm...gotta say not bad" he said groaning, as his hand traveled up her hip gently
 
Her hands moved over his back and she dug her nails deep into it, enough to leave a scar or maybe even draw a bit of blood. She tilted her head back and moaned deeply, her hips pushing up into his in sync with each thrust that he gave her. He started off well, letting her grow accustomed with each thrust and she felt herself slipping further and further into the deep abyss of pleasure that threatened to completely take her over. Her breathing came in fast pants already and her right hand moved, nails raking down his back, over his lower back and to his right butt cheek where they dug in and she gripped. She encouraged him for more and she cried out as she felt that familiar build up once more again. She had never been able to cum during penetrative sex. This would be a first if that happened.

"Likewise." She gasped, her eyes opening to look at him now, her left hand moving into the back of his hair. "Really, not bad." She panted before leaning up and her lips found his in a deep and lustful, fiery kiss. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she urged him on to do more with her body. "Come on Mr. Tisch. I'm not going to break. Do your worst." She moaned against his lips.
 
Hissing slightly when she scratched down his back, he smirked afterwards, gripping her breast roughly. Returning the fiery kiss he groaned, feeling great pleasure as he began to pound into her rapidly and roughly. He nipped at her bottom lip teasingly as his one hand went through her hair, and the other caressed her thigh. Before long he was pounding her harder than he pounded any other woman, his member burrowing and drilling further into her sleek sheath. He wanted to pound her until she came, and make her beg for more.
 
Then he unleashed what she never thought possible. He had already been going so hard so she didn't think it possible at all that he could go harder. But he did. And she screamed. It was so hard for Stephanie not to scream. She could feel him hit the end of her channel each time and it felt like a bomb going off inside of her. So intense and rocked her to her very inner core. "Oh my stars!" She cried out, throwing her head back into the pillow. She felt this only drive the build up more intensely and before she knew it, she was coming apart at the seams. It happened so fast hat she didn't see it coming one bit. She just cried his name out and held onto him with dear life, her nails digging deeper into his back. She couldn't help it. He fucked her...senseless.
 
He grinned in satisfaction when he heard her crying out his name. He continued pounding her over and over again even after she orgasmed. Breaking free of her grasp, he sat up as his hands traveled down to her hips, gripping them firmly. He threw his head back as he began to fuck her brains out, his hands pulling her hips into each powerful thrust.

About 10 minutes later he felt his climax approaching. Wanting to stall further he clenched his muscles as he pounded her, but he couldn't hold off for long. Pulling out of her quickly he growled and grunted in pleasure as his pulsating member spasmed in ecstasy. His cock erupted intensely, his hot load spewing all over her, making a mess over her abdomen, breasts, and even a droplet hitting her cheek as his muscles tensed in uncontrollable ecstasy. After he came down from his orgasm he panted slightly, landing next to her, his sensitive member red at the tip.

"Mmmm...that was good. Sorry about making a mess all over you" he said
 
It was an intense orgasm that drove her mad and her body would surely feel the soreness tomorrow morning because no one had ever taken her that hard. She was kind of lost in her own sensations so only when she felt his cum hitting her body, she woke up a little bit. She didn’t pass out. She was just on cloud nine.
Panting softly, that she couldn’t even hear it, she looked over to him and smiled softly. “It’s worth it.” She lifted a tired and heavy hand and trailed her fingers down her body to feel his cum and then she brought her fingers to his lips, tasting. She moaned a satisfactory moan and closed her eyes. He tasted good.

Opening her eyes, she looked at him and then sat up slowly, her hair falling over one shoulder. As she wiped the cum from her cheek with her fingers and licked it, she smiled at him. “So, considering the possibility that Harper might totally freak out when I tell her everything, can we do this again?” Because she was convinced once she told Harper, it meant she’d have Hawthorne to herself.

[would you be okay with the fact that Stephanie doesn't actually tell Harper? She decides either way, it won't help things so she says she told her, but doesn't and says that Harper doesn't ever want to hear of him or see him again?]
 
Panting heavily from all the effort he opened his eyes when he felt her body shift next to him. Watching her sensual and elegant form he took special interest when she wiped the cum of her body and tasted it. He smirked in approval of her actions, a hand reaching over and running up her spine. When she wiped the cum of her chin and licked it off it only confirmed his suspicions: she was a swallower. Not that he minded. Spitters were quitters after all.

When she looked at him, he heard her ask him about Harper. That was an ill timed question: half the reason he fucked her was to take his mind off of her. He sat up and got up, putting on his boxers and pants as he mulled over the question. Turning to her he nodded

"Sure. Why not?" he said, clothing his hard body with his shirt

"I'm sure you score high in customer satisfaction" he said, throwing that barb intentionally in retaliation for her question

(that's fine. We just need to find a way to have them meet. Maybe at another party?)
 
Stephanie glanced at him and she tilted her head. She sat up to get cleaned up but paused when he said that to her. She swallowed hard and went into a bathroom in the room and grabbed a towel and wiped the rest of his cum off of her body. That was tres-harsh, really so. Sure, she might have meant the same when mentioning Harper and how doomed that was but his was low.

Coming back out, she grabbed her clothes and started to get dressed. “You’re an arrogant asshole Hawthorne. That was so uncalled for!” She snapped. “Like you’re one to talk! You practically own us!”

“You know what? How about you do your own fucking dirty work? Go to the apartment. Seek her out. Tell her yourself!” With her tank top back on and as her shorts and heels, she stood before him and shook her head. “One more thing.” She said softly. “I quit.”

[Or...take that as your opportunity ^^]
 
He stood in front of her, seemingly unfazed by the raging blonde yelling at him. It didn't bother him that much that she was attacking him about the low blow. Well, he didn't find it too low. He didn't even mind that she quit. She did well...but he had better. Plus he had a feeling she was bluffing.

"Well..I can't stop you if you want to leave" he said cooly

"However it's not like I own any of you. To tell you the truth I take half the money out of my own cut to pay and protect you girls, and the douchebags from the mafia don't know about it because it's off the books. You have any idea how many death threats I've received from them this week alone? They are breathing down my neck, and I stick my neck out for you girls, and hell I even bother to make sure that you are all healthy" he said

"But you know what, you are right. I should talk to Harper. I did something wrong and I should own up to it." he said, walking out of the room
 
Stephanie’s eyes widened when he said that. Would he not even care? She swallowed hard and was seething at this point. Then he proceeded to tell everything that he did for her and the rest of the girls. She was ungrateful. He did all of this and here she was, griping over him because he just called her a whore? When she was one?
“W-Wait—“ She started. But she didn’t stop. Once she was dressed, she walked out of the room and went after him.

“Hawthorne, please wait.” She begged, going after him. “I-I’m sorry. I overreacted.”
 
He sighed when he looked at her. He was shrewd, but wasn't keen on manipulating people. Having calmed down he looked at the blonde woman. She obviously wasn't very bright, and was a bit full of herself (despite being a whore), but ultimately having known her for a couple of years, he knew that she was a decent person at heart.

"It's ok...but would you mind giving me the address to the apartment?" he asked her, going into his room to get his wallet and car keys

"I'll tell her everything myself. Don't worry, you can keep your job" he said to her
 
Stephanie stopped when he did turn and she swallowed hard. She looked guilty, obviously, and was clearly begging for forgiveness just by the way she was carrying herself and the look on her face. They hadn’t reached downstairs yet which was a good thing because she wasn’t about to have this kind of conversation in front of everyone else. That would destroy whatever dignity she had left in this line of work.

With a small breath of sigh, she nodded and then told him the address for him to be able to see Harper. She hated that he was going to see her but at the same time, she just hoped that it was bad enough for Harper to believe and she wouldn’t want to see him again ever. Call Stephanie stupid or possessive but she didn’t want them to get together. She’d make sure it didn’t happen.

“Thank you Hawthorne. I am sorry. I really am. I-I overreacted.” And he had every right for that slam against her with her being a whore because of what she mentioned about Harper. That was low. She didn’t necessarily feel bad about saying it but she felt bad about this. Yelling at him, overreacting and trying to quit when she didn’t want to.
 
He sighed. She obviously felt sorry for what she said. He didn't want to hold anything against her.

"It's fine. All is forgiven" he said, getting a leather jacket

"Well...since I'm going there anyway, would you like a ride home?" he asked her
 
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