Numero Un.
My premiere dirty story. Enjoy. ;]
Felicia growled and gritted her teeth, elbowing and forcing her way through the unruly Chicago crowd. A crossing sign glared green above her, but despite the protection provided by the light, she still ran akwardly across the street in her stiletto heels - taxi drivers oft paid little mind to red lights. Panting now, she distractedly blew a loose strand of dark red hair out of her amber eyes as she rounded a corner and barely jumped safely into a glass revolving door.
Darting from the revovling door and tripping over herself to smooth out her brown pencil skirt, Felicia ran into the elevator and stopped only when she hit the back wall.
"I can't believe I'm late," she whined, looking over her shoulder only to see that she was alone in the elevator. Reaching back and pressing 25, Felicia turned to look at her reflection in the stainless steel-lined elevator and nearly choked.
"I look horrific!" she thought, setting her purse down and pulling the clip out of her hair, letting loose a cascade of silky auburn hair, tickling her lower back. Shaking a manicured hand through her hair, she eyed her reflection skeptically as if accusing the cold metal. Again she smoothed out her skirt, then adjusted her form-fitting forest green top to show a little cleavage, but not too much.
Smoothly the elevator doors slid open, revealing a lobby cluttered with expensive decor. The elevator was centered upon a set of heavy double mahogany doors adorned with ornate brass handles. Felicia retrieved her purse and walked towards the door. For the first time since she'd received this mysterious invitation, she actually felt uneasy. She didn't even know who this man was - let alone what he wanted. Regardless, she'd made a promise, and Felicia Roberts didn't break promises.
Marching up to the door, Felicia carefully pulled it open and stepped through with her head held high. She peered about the huge rectangular boardroom and furrowed her brow in confusion: no one was there.
Heels clicking in rhythm as she walked, Felicia set her purse on the long glossy wooden table when suddenly she felt a pair of large hands encircling her waist. Instictively she took in a breath and stiffened, waiting to see what this stranger would do.
"Relax," a deep, unfamiliar male voice cooed in her ear. His voice was dripping with sex as he pressed his broad, chiseled body against her back. Felicia's heart race quickened as his left hand splayed across her pubic area, pushing her hips almost painfully against his throbbing erection, while his other hand got lost in her thick auburn hair.
"What do y-" she started, but stopped with a near scream as his hand ripped through her skirt and panties, plunging three fingers forcibly into her tight pussy. The same instant he spun her around to face him, allowing her to drink in the delicious face of her attacker. Tall, dark, and wickedly handsome. Again she opened her mouth to speak - or perhaps to scream, she wasn't sure which - but he clamped his mouth over hers, violating her sweet mouth.
Without warning, he pushed her backwards and onto the table, pulling his fingers from her pussy and wiping them on her lips; a devilish smirk pulling at his lips. Both scared and incredibly turned on, Felicia caught his fingers between her teeth and savored her juices from them. Pulling his hand back, he easily removed her clothes and bit hungrily at her ample breasts.
She yelped as he bit her nipples, but soon let out a throaty moan of approval. Reaching down, Felicia freed his bulging cock from his pants, cooing in approval at his huge member. Now being the aggressor, she pushed him off of her and leaned forward, swallowing his cock deep in her throat. It was his turn to moan, lacing his fingers through her hair as her head bobbed on his cock.
He came close to exploding in her mouth, but instead he pushed her off of his cock and onto her back. Spreading her legs wide and straddling her hips, he drove himself mercilessly into her dripping pussy. Felicia screamed - both in pain and ecstacy as he slammed in and out of her. Winding her arms about his broad back, she dug in with her fingernails and bit at his neck between her loud moans.
It wasn't long before she started panting even harder and arching her back, bucking her hips up into his. Felicia screamed as orgasm riped through her; he kept thrusting harder, feeling his climax close as her pussy squeezed his cock. Suddenly, he pulled out and shot his cum all over her milky white breasts.
Crawling off the table while Felicia laid there, legs spread; fingers playing in and tasting his cum. He smirked at her, "That's what you get for being late. Now, turn around and bend over the table and let's get to business..."
Felicia growled and gritted her teeth, elbowing and forcing her way through the unruly Chicago crowd. A crossing sign glared green above her, but despite the protection provided by the light, she still ran akwardly across the street in her stiletto heels - taxi drivers oft paid little mind to red lights. Panting now, she distractedly blew a loose strand of dark red hair out of her amber eyes as she rounded a corner and barely jumped safely into a glass revolving door.
Darting from the revovling door and tripping over herself to smooth out her brown pencil skirt, Felicia ran into the elevator and stopped only when she hit the back wall.
"I can't believe I'm late," she whined, looking over her shoulder only to see that she was alone in the elevator. Reaching back and pressing 25, Felicia turned to look at her reflection in the stainless steel-lined elevator and nearly choked.
"I look horrific!" she thought, setting her purse down and pulling the clip out of her hair, letting loose a cascade of silky auburn hair, tickling her lower back. Shaking a manicured hand through her hair, she eyed her reflection skeptically as if accusing the cold metal. Again she smoothed out her skirt, then adjusted her form-fitting forest green top to show a little cleavage, but not too much.
Smoothly the elevator doors slid open, revealing a lobby cluttered with expensive decor. The elevator was centered upon a set of heavy double mahogany doors adorned with ornate brass handles. Felicia retrieved her purse and walked towards the door. For the first time since she'd received this mysterious invitation, she actually felt uneasy. She didn't even know who this man was - let alone what he wanted. Regardless, she'd made a promise, and Felicia Roberts didn't break promises.
Marching up to the door, Felicia carefully pulled it open and stepped through with her head held high. She peered about the huge rectangular boardroom and furrowed her brow in confusion: no one was there.
Heels clicking in rhythm as she walked, Felicia set her purse on the long glossy wooden table when suddenly she felt a pair of large hands encircling her waist. Instictively she took in a breath and stiffened, waiting to see what this stranger would do.
"Relax," a deep, unfamiliar male voice cooed in her ear. His voice was dripping with sex as he pressed his broad, chiseled body against her back. Felicia's heart race quickened as his left hand splayed across her pubic area, pushing her hips almost painfully against his throbbing erection, while his other hand got lost in her thick auburn hair.
"What do y-" she started, but stopped with a near scream as his hand ripped through her skirt and panties, plunging three fingers forcibly into her tight pussy. The same instant he spun her around to face him, allowing her to drink in the delicious face of her attacker. Tall, dark, and wickedly handsome. Again she opened her mouth to speak - or perhaps to scream, she wasn't sure which - but he clamped his mouth over hers, violating her sweet mouth.
Without warning, he pushed her backwards and onto the table, pulling his fingers from her pussy and wiping them on her lips; a devilish smirk pulling at his lips. Both scared and incredibly turned on, Felicia caught his fingers between her teeth and savored her juices from them. Pulling his hand back, he easily removed her clothes and bit hungrily at her ample breasts.
She yelped as he bit her nipples, but soon let out a throaty moan of approval. Reaching down, Felicia freed his bulging cock from his pants, cooing in approval at his huge member. Now being the aggressor, she pushed him off of her and leaned forward, swallowing his cock deep in her throat. It was his turn to moan, lacing his fingers through her hair as her head bobbed on his cock.
He came close to exploding in her mouth, but instead he pushed her off of his cock and onto her back. Spreading her legs wide and straddling her hips, he drove himself mercilessly into her dripping pussy. Felicia screamed - both in pain and ecstacy as he slammed in and out of her. Winding her arms about his broad back, she dug in with her fingernails and bit at his neck between her loud moans.
It wasn't long before she started panting even harder and arching her back, bucking her hips up into his. Felicia screamed as orgasm riped through her; he kept thrusting harder, feeling his climax close as her pussy squeezed his cock. Suddenly, he pulled out and shot his cum all over her milky white breasts.
Crawling off the table while Felicia laid there, legs spread; fingers playing in and tasting his cum. He smirked at her, "That's what you get for being late. Now, turn around and bend over the table and let's get to business..."