by Ivy Blake
But, I’d just pulled another double shift and I was gross. I was sweating, I smelled of stale burgers and I was exhausted.
Then the car will be sitting out there waiting for you. See you in an hour.
I watched the clock on the wall while the last minutes of my shift ticked down. I thought about sneaking to the bathroom and using the soap to wash down my body quickly. A bit underneath my armpits, some soap between my legs. Anything to make me feel better about going and seeing him.
I was excited to see him, but I wouldn’t be looking my best.
When I was finally let off my shift, there was a car sitting out front. The lights were on and flashed when I exited the restaurant. I climbed in back before a kind old man smiled in my direction, then he proceeded to back out of the parking space and head towards Foster’s office. I raked through my purse, spritzing on a bit of perfume before I touched up my red lipstick.
But honestly? That was all I could do, and it made me nervous.
The car stopped in front of a towering office and I couldn’t bring myself to open the door. If I went home now, he would never have to see me like this. I wouldn’t ruin the beautiful moment we shared at lunch with the sweaty mess that was my body in my current state. I felt my body beginning to shake with nervousness, and that’s when the old man spoke up from the front seat.
“He’s on the top floor. And don’t worry. You look beautiful.”
I took a deep breath before I opened the door, then I walked into the building. I took the elevator to the top floor where a kind secretary was there to greet me. She shook my hand without a word exchanged between the two of us, then she turned and began to talk. I followed her to an office in the middle of the floor, then she turned to me and held out her hand.
“Mr. Dobson’s expecting you,” she said.
Everyone had gone home for the day and the entire building was silent. I walked into the room before the secretary shut the door behind me, and a voice I recognized instantly piped up from the shadows of the office.
“You look incredible, Miss Ella.”
I felt my body shiver in anticipation, the reservations soon melting from my body. My hair was piled on my head and my waitressing uniform was stained with food, but somehow that seemed to only pull him closer to me. I felt him walking towards me as his towering body slowly peeled from the shadows, and the moment he got to me I felt his lips on the shell of my ear.
“And you smell divine.”
I felt a shiver ricochet up my spine as he slowly undid the straps of my apron. The fabric fell to the floor, my tip money spilling out of the front pockets. I wanted to pipe up and say something. I wanted to unstick my voice from my throat. But, the moment I felt his fingertips unzipping my uniform I could only stand there and try to keep my knees from buckling.
“You are a beautiful creature, Miss Ella,” he said as the zipper bottomed out. “The first time was simply an honor. But this time, it will be a pleasure.”
His hands slowly slipped my uniform from my shoulders before it piled at my feet on the floor. He wrapped his arm around my waist, picking me up as if I was nothing so I could kick it off my feet. I toed off my shoes while his nose ran along the expanse of my shoulders, then he set me back on my feet before slowly unhooking my bra.
“Foster,” I whispered.
His movements stopped, no doubt waiting to see if I would say anything. He was completely in tune with every single thing my body was communicating, so all I did was lean back into his hands. My bra fluttered to the ground, my breasts bouncing lightly against my body. His fingertips played with my nipples, ripping a moan from my throat before he robbed me of his touch.
I whimpered at the loss of him before I heard a shuffling sound.
Soon, a piece of cloth descended over my eyes. My hands flew to the material, dancing lightly along it while he tied a knot at the back of my head. He picked me up in his arms and carried me somewhere in his office, then he set me back down onto my feet and bent me over. My stomach pressed into the cool surface of his desk before he slid his fingers down my back, and I could feel myself growing wet for him.
Without another word uttered between the two of us, he pressed small kisses up my spine. His fingers parted my pussy folds, my juices spilling out onto his hand while his fingers worked lightly along my clit. My legs trembled and my clit began to swell underneath his ministrations and I could feel him smiling into my skin. My hips bucked back into him, chasing a high I wanted to experience with him again just before his lips found my ear again.
“Holy hell, you’re breath-taking.”
I moaned at his words while my pussy dripped onto his hand, and I heard his belt buckle coming undone before the fabric of his pants slid down his legs. I wanted to feel him inside of me, filling me with the massive cock I’d had between my lips the first time I’d been with him. My knees gave way while the burning fire raged behind my pelvis, but just as I approached my end he drew his fingers away from my skin.
“No. Please, Foster,” I breathed.
I felt his dick slip between my pussy folds, coating himself in my juices before he ran his dripping tip up my ass crack. He slowly slid two fingers in my pussy while his thumb graced my clit, but the moment I felt the tip of his cock at my asshole, I tensed.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“I-”
I’d never done something like this before. I’d never experienced any sort of anal play, and I was frightened. His cock was massive and I knew it would hurt, but the moment his thumb circled my clit I felt myself relax.
“Is this alright?” he asked.
And all I could do was nod. Something inside me trusted him. Maybe I wanted him. Maybe it was nothing but lust. But, something inside me yielded to him. Wanted him inside me, no matter where he was.
He pressed the head of his cock into me and I groaned. The pain wafted up my back just before he circled my clit, and all of a sudden the pain turned to pleasure. He inched in again, repeating his salacious pattern until his cock was buried into my asshole. He groaned, biting down into my shoulder while my body adjusted to him, then I did the one thing I never thought I would be able to do with him.
I bucked back into his hips.
He slowly drew out before he slid back in, and my entire body quaked at his movements. His thumb worked my clit, causing my asshole to flutter around his raging dick while his tongue traced designs on my back. I reached back, capturing his soft hair between my fingertips while his thrusts slowly escalated, and by the time he was pounding into me I was crying out for more.
“Yes. Foster. Fill me up. Oh, oh shit. Please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m so close. Please, let me cum.”
I’d lost all control of my body to him. His teeth marked my back and his fingers filled my pussy. His thumb hit every single spot of my clit at once while his dick pulsed against the walls of my ass. I laid my cheek into his desk, feeling my tits bounce against the cool wood, and the moment I started to feel that burn again in my hips I started bucking back into him.
My pussy juices were slathering his hand while his balls smacked my legs. My ass jiggled at his assault while his groans were captured by the skin of my back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as skin snapping against skin filled the room, and suddenly I was tossed off the edge of a cliff as I spread my arms out and gripped the edges of his desk.
“Holy shit, Foster. Yes. Holy fuck,” I breathed.
My asshole fluttered around him and I felt his hips stutter. He inched his fingers out from between my legs before he slid both his hands down my arms, our fingers interlocking as he sheathed himself in my ass one last time. All at once, he bit into my neck as his dick pumped me full, his hot cum spilling from my asshole and dripping down my leg while his body shook with the force of his orgasm.
The two of us laid there, bent over his desk while we heaved air into our lungs.
And then, I heard those incredible words tumble from his lips again that made the entire e
vening worth it.
“You’re beautiful, Miss Ella.”
The smile on my face could’ve lit up the entire city block.
12
Foster
I knew she thought I was done. While we laid there, connected by her ass against my desk, I could feel her body relax underneath mine. She thought that was it. That’d I’d simply blindfold her, take what was mine, and expect her to leave with my cum in her ass.
But, I was only just beginning.
I reached over her body and placed my fingertips in a glass of water I had on my desk. I plucked an ice cube from the bottom before I laid it between her shoulder blades. Her body clenched, her ass putting my cock in a vice grip, and I groaned before I clamped my teeth around the ice cube. Slowly-- torturously-- I slid it around her skin. I watched the dribbles of water fall off the sides of her luscious body as she began to tremble again.
She wanted me in ways she probably would never admit, and I wanted to pull one more orgasm from her before she came home with me.
I slid the ice cube down her back before I watched it pool in her natural arch. The small of her back curved deeply, as if it were simply waiting for my body to round it out from behind. I raised up, slowly pulling my cock from between her ass cheeks, and I began to take off the rest of my clothes while the ice cube melted upon her skin.
She shivered, her skin puckering at the cold sensations before I dipped my lips to her skin and sucked up the water her warmth had created. The way she breathed my name was worth it just to have her here, but the way she shook for me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Most women were over the top or too quiet-- either way, it wasn’t for me. Her sounds were simply hers. She wanted you to know she enjoyed everything, but she wasn’t going to give you anything you couldn’t pull from her.
And I was addicted to it.
I slowly helped her up off the desk before I turned her around. I wrapped my arms around her and helped her jump, sitting her on the edge of my desk while she remained blindfolded. I smoothed her long, dark hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear while her legs were spread wide for me. Her pussy glistened so well for me-- begging my tongue to be right there with it.
So, I decided to give her just that.
I planted small kisses in the crook of her neck while her hands raked through my hair. Her beautiful tits pressed against the swell of my strong chest as her fingertips traced the thick muscles of my back. I dragged my lips down her chest, taking each nipple between my teeth as her head dropped back in pleasure.
“Yes, Foster,” she whispered. “Just like that.”
By the time I was done with her perfect, perky tits, they were red from my suction. My lips traveled down her body as her skin puckered with every kiss I planted, and all I could do was smirk into her skin. I looked up at her smile, no doubt clocking my own against her belly, and I kissed all the way down to that pretty little pussy of hers before her tune changed again.
Soon, her smile dropped into a jaw that unhinged as my tongue slowly licked her folds. I gulped her juices down, cleaning her pussy lips before my tongue snaked between them. I wanted to taste her salted honey fluids right from the source. I wanted to drink from her fountain of youth until my appetite was satiated.
I shoved my tongue deep into her pussy, raking them along her walls as they fluttered around the intrusion. I hit my knees before I wrapped my hand around my dick, slowly pumping it as I pumped her pussy full of my tongue.
“Yes, Foster. Oh, fuck. Don’t stop.”
Her hands curled into the tendrils of my hair and pulled me deeper into her body. My tongue scooped up her pussy and found that beautiful clit, and the moment I hit it her body jumped. I tightened my grip around my cock, pumping a little faster while I swirled my tongue around her swollen bud.
By the time I was done with her, she would be speechless.
Round and round I went, pulling whimpers and groans from her throat as my balls began to hang low again. I could feel them filling up with cum for her while her long legs wrapped around my head. I could feel them dangling, begging for release as the tip of my dick began to leak with pleasure. Her juices were flowing down my chin while my mouth made a meal of her beautiful silken skin, and just as I pressed my tongue into her clit I felt her legs begin to contract.
She was close, and I wanted to cum again with her.
I pumped my dick faster and faster while she laid back onto her free hand. She bucked into me, rolling her hips into my face as I felt my balls curl into my body. Her legs quaked, and her juices flowed as I looked up into her face, and the moment her jaw unhinged, and her chest began to heave I knew it was happening.
She was orgasming, and she was speechless.
I felt my cock release its thick streams of cum against my desk, my hand pumping while her body shook around my head. I sucked her clit between my lips and hung on for the ride, watching her every move as a sheen of sweat began to gather on her beautiful tits. Ella was an absolute vision, with those puckered red lips and her body flushed with her orgasms.
I collapsed against the desk just as her back hit the top of it.
“Oh, Foster.” The whisper was so breathless I almost didn’t catch it. I panted, trying desperately to catch my breath while my head spun with my orgasm. I kissed the skin of her legs I could reach, feeling her jump with every touch of my lips, and I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Come home with me, Miss Ella,” I said, panting. “Let me hold you tonight.”
And a smile crossed my face when I heard her whisper a breathless ‘okay’.
13
Foster
I helped her clothe herself before I whisked her away back to my apartment. The entire car ride over, she slept curled up into the crook of my arm. Her long legs were curled across my lap, like her body was magnetizing herself to me. I could feel her steady breath in the crook of my neck while her lips settled onto the collar of my shirt, forever painting it with the vivacious red I saw in my dreams.
This woman had me hooked, and I had no idea why.
I carried her in my arms up to my apartment. It spanned the entire floor of the building and was covered in white and light gray. There were floor-to-ceiling windows in the main room that overlooked the entire city, but the infinity pool that hung off the side was my favorite amenity. I was hoping she would wake up in my arms, so I could immerse her in a hot bubble bath, just the two of us. I wanted to soap her up in my luxurious stone bathtub before wrapping her body in one of my plush light gray bath towels.
I wanted to curl up on my suede couch with her while the temperature-controlled hardwood floors kept us comfortable. I wanted us to watch the sun rise and set, painting and blanketing the city while I watched her red lips paint every single coffee cup of mine in the color only she owned.
I settled her down into my California king-sized mattress, so her body could spread out on my white satin sheets. I removed her shoes and worked her out of her work outfit and tossed it to the side. It would need to be cleaned after the debauchery we shared in my office. I covered her body with a sheet that contrasted the color of her lips, then I slipped out of my clothes and hung my suit back up. I pulled back the curtains, so the sunlight would awaken us in the morning, then I slipped in next to her and hunkered down for the night.
All night, she pressed herself into me. If I moved my legs, her leg somehow found its way between my thighs. If I moved my chest, her head somehow found a way to sprawl her dark hair against it. If my head turned, her lips always found a way to connect with my jaw as I felt her light breaths cover my skin. It was hard sleeping next to her, for no other reason than my cock throbbed all night. This woman, who was all legs and beautiful red lips with hair like my mahogany desk, revved up my body in ways no other woman had before.
And trust me, I’d had many in my lifetime.
I finally drifted off to sleep while thoughts of her rained down upon my unconscious mind. Salacious thoughts of all the ways I wanted to take h
er flooded my senses, and when I woke up I could’ve sworn I smelled her wafting from the sheets. She was snoring lightly against my chest with her arms tucked around me, and for a split second I studied how the sunlight ricocheted off her hazy features. Her skin seemed to glisten, like the quiet ocean being caressed by the sun, and I planted a small kiss to her forehead before I slipped out of bed.
I laid a plush robe at the foot of the bed before I wrapped myself in mine, then I ventured over to my phone. I was going to have the restaurant downstairs whip us up something for breakfast and bring it up, and I was hoping she would stay asleep long enough so I could surprise her with it.
I went into the bathroom and splashed some water in my face. Our eggs, pancakes, bacon, and coffee would soon be arriving, and Ella was still sound asleep. Her legs were tangled up in the sheets and her beautiful ass was staring up at the ceiling. There was still a hint of red, still swollen from where I’d taken her the night before. Part of me wanted to run my tongue across it and savor the work of art I’d created, but I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard someone knock on my door.
“Breakfast for Mr. Dobson,” the voice said.
I went over and tipped the man before I rolled the breakfast plates into the room. The smells of fresh coffee and bacon began to stir her, and when she leaned up off the bed her tits went tumbling down her body. She was a vision to behold. A vision of milky white skin and soft curves. Of lipstick lightly smeared and hair mussed from the sweat of our escapades. She was written poetry in motion, encased in a body I never wanted to pull my dick from.
“Morning,” she said.
“Good morning. I’ve got breakfast, and there’s a robe at the edge of the bed if you’d like to cover up. Though, if you’re not concerned about it, then I don’t mind the view.”
She snickered before shaking her head, then she plucked the robe from the bed. She stood up, her long legs slipping from underneath the covers, and I got a sunlit glimpse of the body I’d been salivating over for days. She wrapped it in the plush robe before she sighed, then I carried her tray of breakfast over to her just as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
