you were doing before.”
I
continued my assault on her clit, while I finger fucked her g-spot.
“Harder.”
She insisted.
I
groaned and moved my mouth harder and faster, while I pushed into her. Her legs
started shaking and her back arched.
“Oh fuck,
Sebastian…don’t stop…don’t stop.”
I felt
her walls tightening on my finger and clit becoming more swollen. Stimulating her
with light licks until the hood of her clit was drawn back and all I felt was a
nub, I sucked on it until I heard her carelessly scream my name.
I
quickly undressed myself, barely giving her time to recover. I grabbed the
condom from my wallet and shielded myself.
“Get on
your knees, babe.” She did as she was told, and I urgently and forcefully grabbed
on to her hips. I don’t remember ever being so hard, I subconsciously knew it
was because I was thinking of Olivia.
I thrusted
into her so fast that she almost fell forward.
“I’m
going to fuck you so hard.” She moaned in response. I pushed and pulled on her
hips, gliding her on my cock until I felt her so deep. She tightened around me,
I never thought I would be that turned on by going down on a girl.
“Are you
close? I don’t know if I can hold on any longer. Touch yourself, make yourself
come on my cock.” I felt her fingers below, and it only took moments until she
was trembling from her orgasm. I plunged in one more time and found my own
release.
We
both fell over exhausted and looking at the sky. I couldn’t help, but wonder if
that would have felt different with Olivia.
<>*<> Y <>*<>
Not
knowing, what I was about to get myself into, what I was expected to look like,
or even wear I was a nervous wreck. For the first time in my life, I was like
one of those high school girls I never understood; who cared about what other
people thought and always wanted to make an impression. I did the only thing I
knew how to do. I pretended to have my shit together. Fake it until you make
it…right?
I chose
a slinky white dress that clung to all of my curves, showed lots of leg, and
cleavage. The back of the dress hung low, which meant I couldn’t wear a bra. If
it got chilled, my nipples would be at attention. For some reason, I thought it
was perfect. I put on a pair of nude heels, wore my hair up with a few pieces
falling around my face, added some light makeup, a necklace, and long dangling earrings.
I pulled
up to a house, looking more like a small resort than a home. My heart was
pounding and I felt nervous, excited, and anxious all at the same time. It was rare
for me to feel like that. I didn’t burn like that. It wasn’t how I was
conditioned. It was however, the way I felt.
I
promptly rang the doorbell at 2:55 p.m., and I was let in by an older man.
“Ysabelle
Telle.” He acknowledged.
I didn’t
remember telling her my last name. I nodded anyway.
“Please,
come in. Follow me,” He ordered, politely.
I walked
into a beautiful foyer, probably the size of my entire apartment. A beautiful chrome-finished
crystal chandelier hung above my head. Two of the most elegant stairwells flowed
elegantly to the marble floors opposite of each other. I followed the older
gentleman towards the right and into a sitting room. The room looked exquisite.
White leather couches sat face to face with a glass table in the middle. Beautifully
designed mirrors hung on one wall, while the other three were meticulously
covered in classic paintings.
I
couldn’t help, and notice how the room had a certain aura about it. It felt as
if I was about to make a deal with the devil. While I waited for something to
happen, I sat down on the soft leather sofa, admiring the granite fireplace. I
remember wondering why there would be a fireplace in a Miami home. As soon as
the thought occurred, the fireplace turned on with the sound of a click. I spun
around to see the older woman standing in red slacks and white collared button
down shirt, that was
I
continued my assault on her clit, while I finger fucked her g-spot.
“Harder.”
She insisted.
I
groaned and moved my mouth harder and faster, while I pushed into her. Her legs
started shaking and her back arched.
“Oh fuck,
Sebastian…don’t stop…don’t stop.”
I felt
her walls tightening on my finger and clit becoming more swollen. Stimulating her
with light licks until the hood of her clit was drawn back and all I felt was a
nub, I sucked on it until I heard her carelessly scream my name.
I
quickly undressed myself, barely giving her time to recover. I grabbed the
condom from my wallet and shielded myself.
“Get on
your knees, babe.” She did as she was told, and I urgently and forcefully grabbed
on to her hips. I don’t remember ever being so hard, I subconsciously knew it
was because I was thinking of Olivia.
I thrusted
into her so fast that she almost fell forward.
“I’m
going to fuck you so hard.” She moaned in response. I pushed and pulled on her
hips, gliding her on my cock until I felt her so deep. She tightened around me,
I never thought I would be that turned on by going down on a girl.
“Are you
close? I don’t know if I can hold on any longer. Touch yourself, make yourself
come on my cock.” I felt her fingers below, and it only took moments until she
was trembling from her orgasm. I plunged in one more time and found my own
release.
We
both fell over exhausted and looking at the sky. I couldn’t help, but wonder if
that would have felt different with Olivia.
<>*<> Y <>*<>
Not
knowing, what I was about to get myself into, what I was expected to look like,
or even wear I was a nervous wreck. For the first time in my life, I was like
one of those high school girls I never understood; who cared about what other
people thought and always wanted to make an impression. I did the only thing I
knew how to do. I pretended to have my shit together. Fake it until you make
it…right?
I chose
a slinky white dress that clung to all of my curves, showed lots of leg, and
cleavage. The back of the dress hung low, which meant I couldn’t wear a bra. If
it got chilled, my nipples would be at attention. For some reason, I thought it
was perfect. I put on a pair of nude heels, wore my hair up with a few pieces
falling around my face, added some light makeup, a necklace, and long dangling earrings.
I pulled
up to a house, looking more like a small resort than a home. My heart was
pounding and I felt nervous, excited, and anxious all at the same time. It was rare
for me to feel like that. I didn’t burn like that. It wasn’t how I was
conditioned. It was however, the way I felt.
I
promptly rang the doorbell at 2:55 p.m., and I was let in by an older man.
“Ysabelle
Telle.” He acknowledged.
I didn’t
remember telling her my last name. I nodded anyway.
“Please,
come in. Follow me,” He ordered, politely.
I walked
into a beautiful foyer, probably the size of my entire apartment. A beautiful chrome-finished
crystal chandelier hung above my head. Two of the most elegant stairwells flowed
elegantly to the marble floors opposite of each other. I followed the older
gentleman towards the right and into a sitting room. The room looked exquisite.
White leather couches sat face to face with a glass table in the middle. Beautifully
designed mirrors hung on one wall, while the other three were meticulously
covered in classic paintings.
I
couldn’t help, and notice how the room had a certain aura about it. It felt as
if I was about to make a deal with the devil. While I waited for something to
happen, I sat down on the soft leather sofa, admiring the granite fireplace. I
remember wondering why there would be a fireplace in a Miami home. As soon as
the thought occurred, the fireplace turned on with the sound of a click. I spun
around to see the older woman standing in red slacks and white collared button
down shirt, that was
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