Expose - Episode 1 (Adult Erotic Romance and Sex) by Isabella Cummins Page A

girl.”
    She did as she was
ordered, and leaned forward balancing with her arms on the side of the chair.
Levinson lifted her dress, then tore her panties off with a quick jerk.
Clarissa swallowed, lifting her bottom in eager anticipation.
    Levinson dropped
his pants, then pulled her toward him by her hips. She groaned as he slipped
his cock back inside her. She hadn’t been with someone for close to a week, and
she was wet and ready to explode. Clarissa moaned pleasurably as the Doctor
pounded her shaven slit. He flicked her clit with his thumb, then massaged it
as he pushed himself in deep. She came instantly, her entire body convulsing in
rapturous ecstasy.
    She looked back
as he pulled his throbbing cock from her pussy. “On the ground like a dog,
bitch.”
    She kneeled on
all fours, and Levinson guided his cock into her wet folds. He pushed hard and
she felt her pussy pull tight as he jammed his girth inside her. She rested her
head on her arms as Levinson rammed her from behind, and again she felt the
familiar heat in her abdomen as her insides clamped down onto his cock. She
came again, shivering as the pleasurable wave surged through her body.
    Levinson pulled
his cock from her, holding his throbbing manhood in his hand. “Finish me off,
girl.”
    She took his rod
in her mouth, sucking in her cheeks, she took all of him inside, then slowly
drew back, massaging his cock with her hand. Levinson grabbed the back of her
head and forced himself in deeper, ramming his cock in and out faster until he
groaned and the warm cum filled her mouth. He pulled his rod from her mouth as
it grew limp.
    “Swallow,” he
ordered, pulling up his pants.
    She did as she
was told. She thought she was falling in love. He nodded and picked up her
panties. “I’ll keep these as a momento,” he said and stuffed them inside his
pocket. He strode to his desk and flopped down into the chair, then pressed the
intercom buzzer. “Jess, tell Mrs. Rabinovich I’m ready for her.”
    He glanced up at
Clarissa. “Thank you, Miss Craig, that will be all.”
    Clarissa nodded,
pulling a hand through her disheveled black hair. “When is my next appointment,
Doctor?” she asked with a seductive smile.
    Levinson leaned
back in his chair. “Oh, I don’t think you need any more, Miss Craig.” He
chuckled and closed her file. “I think you’re cured.”

The
interview
    “N ext please,”
the pretty red-haired receptionist called with a smile.
    The girls looked
up in unison. Clarissa stood up and straightened her short pencil skirt, then
stepped up to the glass door marked ‘Richard Davenport, Deputy Editor’ sandblasted
into the glass.
    The receptionist
nodded encouragingly at Clarissa as the twenty-odd girls in the seats behind
her shifted up to fill her vacancy, one tiny step closer to fulfilling their
lifelong ambition of working for a major newspaper in a major city meeting
super-cool people and rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous.
    Clarissa wasn’t
one of these. Sure, it would be cool to meet the rich and famous. But she
wanted to screw them. Screw their brains out.
    The large glass
door sucked closed behind her as she strode through. A tail man with a crewcut
stood up from behind a large mahogany desk and waved her forward with a smile.
Clarissa walked purposefully, admiring the view over Central Park through the
large glass wall behind his desk.
    She strode up to
the Deputy Editor of the New York Daily Tribune, and firmly shook his hand.
“Pleased to meet you, mister Davenport,” she said with a curt nod.
    The man held onto
her hand for a moment, examining her face, then smiled. “The pleasure is all
mine, miss Craig.” He gestured towards a chair. “Please, have a seat.”
    Clarissa sat down
and hitched her dress a couple of inches, then folded a perfectly formed leg
over the other, revealing a frilly garter strap. Works every time.
    She glanced
furtively around the large office. Classical music played softly in