surprised himself, still feeling the turn-on of her in his mind.
Just as he was about to try to get another inch deeper, he reached over again and took the small bottle of lube, and squeezed a couple of drops inside, bringing the pussy to his head again, squeezing it with all of his might, giving a few good pumps while he watched the blue dildo push past the soft, bald lips of the dark, porcelain-skinned black girl, and he thought of Midori, naked, watching him.
He geared himself up to come just as the Asian woman got a good oral grip on the girl’s clit, sucking like she was sucking her own finger, and to Virgil, that was the sensation he dreamed of feeling upon his tip. It brought him to a tenseness that caused his ass cheeks and thighs to flex. His toes pointed and his hand went to work, gripping the vagina around his tiny tip and then stopping as he felt himself giving off his orgasm, squirting his semen inside of the pocket pussy while he tightened his eyes to shut out the movie and focus only on the vision in his head of Midori, turned on by him masturbating.
“Oooo, yesss. Ahhhh, yesssss.” He sucked his teeth and then heard a knock at his door, and someone turning the doorknob, but it was locked. His eyes popped open and his voice traveled from porn to norm. “Yes. Just a minute.”
“You okay, son?” his mother, Ursula Ellington, asked.
He froze as he answered, “Yes. I am.”
“Okay. Didn’t want anything. Just checking.”
He knew she knew.
He said nothing in reply but heard her footsteps slowly fade down the hallway.
She was the one who bought him the pocket pussy and all the other items in the shoe box. She had figured out what her son needed. For now the sex toys, but eventually a woman to love him as he was.
And he knew what his mother needed for herself. To be the next First Lady. Period.
In the meantime, he washed off his soft, dependable, no-hassle girlfriend and put her back in the drawer.
Back to the other issue at hand.
How to deal with his now ex-girlfriend, the escort, and his political stepfather, the John.
Republican candidate Darrell Ellington has been criticized for being pro-choice. Robert Sally, a pro-life candidate who just entered the race, says he plans to zero in on Ellington to debate abortion, which is sure to be one of the most controversial and emotional debates to date.
Nine
Leilani
Monday—July 25, 2011
M anhattan was booked to meet Mr. 51, Senator Darrell Ellington, at the Library Hotel on Madison Avenue, a boutique hotel known for its artsy rooms with collections of artwork and books. The particular room they were scheduled to meet in was called the Erotica Deluxe Room, complete with chocolates and champagne.
As soon as Mr. 51 walked into the room, Leilani noticed a different look upon his face. His charm was absent. He stood there in his dark blue suit, and she stood dressed in her fuchsia bra and panties. He looked unfazed, then immediately said, “Maybe I should be asking Money this, but I’m going to ask you.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
He looked only at her face. “Who knows?”
“Who knows what?”
“Who knows I’m here?”
“Knows you’re here right now?” she asked.
“Now, then, whenever. Who knows?” He was no-nonsense.
“Outside of the company, no one. Why? Did, like, something happen?”
He walked toward the window, looked out, and turned back to face Leilani. “Just making sure no one’s been talking. I mean that is why I spend all this money. If I wanted to be indiscreet, I could have a mistress on the side who’d backstab me when things didn’t go her way. I’m not into that. I just wanted it clean. No mess-ups. No talking.”
“No. I would totally never do that. Why would I? Why would we , meaning the company? Talking gets everyone in trouble. For sure, none of us want that.”
He nodded. “Well, I’ll just say this. Someone said something. I know they did.”
“What makes you say that?”
He took heavy steps
Just as he was about to try to get another inch deeper, he reached over again and took the small bottle of lube, and squeezed a couple of drops inside, bringing the pussy to his head again, squeezing it with all of his might, giving a few good pumps while he watched the blue dildo push past the soft, bald lips of the dark, porcelain-skinned black girl, and he thought of Midori, naked, watching him.
He geared himself up to come just as the Asian woman got a good oral grip on the girl’s clit, sucking like she was sucking her own finger, and to Virgil, that was the sensation he dreamed of feeling upon his tip. It brought him to a tenseness that caused his ass cheeks and thighs to flex. His toes pointed and his hand went to work, gripping the vagina around his tiny tip and then stopping as he felt himself giving off his orgasm, squirting his semen inside of the pocket pussy while he tightened his eyes to shut out the movie and focus only on the vision in his head of Midori, turned on by him masturbating.
“Oooo, yesss. Ahhhh, yesssss.” He sucked his teeth and then heard a knock at his door, and someone turning the doorknob, but it was locked. His eyes popped open and his voice traveled from porn to norm. “Yes. Just a minute.”
“You okay, son?” his mother, Ursula Ellington, asked.
He froze as he answered, “Yes. I am.”
“Okay. Didn’t want anything. Just checking.”
He knew she knew.
He said nothing in reply but heard her footsteps slowly fade down the hallway.
She was the one who bought him the pocket pussy and all the other items in the shoe box. She had figured out what her son needed. For now the sex toys, but eventually a woman to love him as he was.
And he knew what his mother needed for herself. To be the next First Lady. Period.
In the meantime, he washed off his soft, dependable, no-hassle girlfriend and put her back in the drawer.
Back to the other issue at hand.
How to deal with his now ex-girlfriend, the escort, and his political stepfather, the John.
Republican candidate Darrell Ellington has been criticized for being pro-choice. Robert Sally, a pro-life candidate who just entered the race, says he plans to zero in on Ellington to debate abortion, which is sure to be one of the most controversial and emotional debates to date.
Nine
Leilani
Monday—July 25, 2011
M anhattan was booked to meet Mr. 51, Senator Darrell Ellington, at the Library Hotel on Madison Avenue, a boutique hotel known for its artsy rooms with collections of artwork and books. The particular room they were scheduled to meet in was called the Erotica Deluxe Room, complete with chocolates and champagne.
As soon as Mr. 51 walked into the room, Leilani noticed a different look upon his face. His charm was absent. He stood there in his dark blue suit, and she stood dressed in her fuchsia bra and panties. He looked unfazed, then immediately said, “Maybe I should be asking Money this, but I’m going to ask you.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
He looked only at her face. “Who knows?”
“Who knows what?”
“Who knows I’m here?”
“Knows you’re here right now?” she asked.
“Now, then, whenever. Who knows?” He was no-nonsense.
“Outside of the company, no one. Why? Did, like, something happen?”
He walked toward the window, looked out, and turned back to face Leilani. “Just making sure no one’s been talking. I mean that is why I spend all this money. If I wanted to be indiscreet, I could have a mistress on the side who’d backstab me when things didn’t go her way. I’m not into that. I just wanted it clean. No mess-ups. No talking.”
“No. I would totally never do that. Why would I? Why would we , meaning the company? Talking gets everyone in trouble. For sure, none of us want that.”
He nodded. “Well, I’ll just say this. Someone said something. I know they did.”
“What makes you say that?”
He took heavy steps
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