by Vivien Vale
It’s not as if being the good girl is something to brag about—especially if being good means being boring.
Am I boring?
I frown, wondering.
Daniel stops in front of the elevator and presses the button for our floor. Our eyes meet, and I feel a little like a movie star. It’s not every day that I get whisked away to a five-star ultra-luxury beach resort where my date is the owner.
Date...Is that even the correct word?
Is he my date, or is he something else? Technically, we aren’t dating. I mean this is supposed to be a business arrangement, isn’t it?
A business arrangement...but that sounds too odd for words, too. How can having a baby be a business arrangement?
Images of dirty diapers, messy babies, and tantrums come to mind. I think it’s going to be far from business, which is white shirts, contracts, and meetings over coffee or long lunches.
Is it also the warmth of his lips on the side of my head, rousing me from my wayward thoughts? This is hardly the moment to be debating our arrangement—what to call it and how to classify it.
Early days, Rose, I remind myself.
I mean, I might find Daniel totally intolerable by the morning. I might decide this baby bargain was a fucking terrible idea.
Somehow, I know I won’t, though.
Gently, he pushes me into the open elevator and keeps his arm wrapped around me.
I see another couple approach, but they hesitate and the doors slide shut. Thank fuck.
Daniel turns me toward him immediately and his mouth melts into mine like chocolate on my tongue.
My hands slide down the back of his pants, and I pull him toward me.
Briefly, I wonder if we’re going to have elevator sex. I’ve never done it in an elevator, and the idea has me gushing all over again. Come to think of it, I haven’t done it many places at all.
When Daniel thrusts his hips toward me, I’m tempted to just open his zipper and free his locked up cock and drop to my knees to worship it, but there’s a little jolt and we come to a sudden stop.
A huge part of me hopes that we’ve broken down so that we can live out my new fantasy of fucking in an elevator, waiting to be rescued.
But instead of lifting my dress to get to my pussy, Daniel moves away from me and leads me out the door.
Okay, well, maybe we’ll fuck in the elevator another time. I’m sure that whatever we do next, it will be just as mind-blowing as everything else we’ve done so far.
He opens the door to our penthouse suite, and I suck in my breath as I’m confronted with insanely over-the-top luxury.
The hallway leads to a huge living room with a red leather lounge, massive windows that capture the view of the ocean and a huge fireplace that takes up an entire wall.
On the ornate wooden coffee table rests a silver bucket with ice and a bottle of champagne, along with two tall gold-rimmed glasses. There’s a bunch of chocolate-dipped fruits there as well.
At first glance, I thought it was a rather exotic bunch of flowers, but on closer inspection, it’s fruit dipped in white, dark, and milk chocolate.
Daniel takes one of the strawberries and holds it to my mouth. I take it from him with my teeth. Then I lick his finger and release it with a loud pop.
Our eyes lock. He picks another piece of fruit and offers it to me again. While he keeps feeding me, I undo the zipper of my dress and let it slide down my shoulders.
A little strawberry juice runs down my chin, and Daniel leans forward to lick it off me. His hands find the back of my bra and unhook it.
My breasts bounce up and down when they’re freed. The sensation of Daniel’s eyes on me and the fresh air on my tingling skin leaves me feeling overwhelmed and needy.
I watch him take off the lid of a small round container. Then he dips his finger into it.
Mesmerized, I watch as he now holds up his chocolate-covered finger. He leans forward and smears it onto my already rock-hard nipples. Holy shit.
“Now that’s a bit sticky,” I mumble, almost incoherent with the lust rocketing through me, and watch him repeat his actions.
Daniel grins. “I promise to lick it all off.”
He shoves me gently onto the couch. He pulls the dress away and actually fucking rips my thong right off me. Then, he draws a chocolate line from nipple to nipple and down to my throbbing, waiting pussy.
Oh god, this man really knows how to drive a woman insane. My body feels like it’s on fire, the flames licking my pussy, the back of my head, and my insides.
My skin burns with desire, and my pussy aches for Daniel to touch it—fingers, tongue, cock, I don’t fucking care as long as he relieves some of this tension building inside me.
I arch my lower back and thrust my pelvis toward his finger.
But Daniel isn’t done. He keeps dipping into the chocolate and painting my body as if I’m the canvas and he’s the artist.
If he doesn’t fuck me soon or do something other than cover me in chocolate, I swear I’ll go mad. How much teasing can a body stand?
As if having read my mind, he finally makes his move.
I feel his tongue lick at my belly button. From there, he moves up to my nipples. His mouth engulfs first the left and then the right.
Stars appear in front of my eyes, and my head spins. I can’t think straight anymore, and I’m not even sure I’ll still remember my own name after this.
Could you lose your mind from too much pleasure?
If so, I don’t recall having read about it. Since you can read all kinds of useless shit on the internet, and I haven’t read about anyone losing his or her marbles from too much pleasure, it can’t be possible. But I might be the first.
By now Daniel’s tongue and mouth are working away at my belly and lower abdomen.
“Daniel, please, just fuck me already,” I beg. I’m surprised at my own language and behavior.
Before him, I have neither used the word ‘fuck’ during sex nor thought it. And I would never have begged a guy like this.
Of course, Daniel isn’t just any guy. He’s a fucking magician with his hands, tongue, and mouth. But what I really want is his big, thick cock inside my throbbing pussy.
Daniel responds to my request by burying his nose into my wetness. His tongue starts work away at my clit and then pushes into me.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I screech and lift my ass off the couch to meet his tongue.
By now, that fire Daniel ignited in me earlier is burning so brightly I fear it might consume me completely.
When his hands find my ass, I lose complete control of my senses. It’s as if I’ve jumped off a cliff and am now floating on clouds.
His tongue darts merciless in and out of my pulsing, throbbing, drenched pussy.
O. M. G.
He’s going to make me come again. And he hasn’t even used his cock yet. How many orgasms can I have in one afternoon? How many can you have before exhaustion and the inability to have any more set in?
I think Daniel’s determined to find out.
“Oh, Daaaaaaannniiiiieeel,” I scream and dig my fingernails into his shoulders.
This orgasm is going to be even bigger than the one over lunch. I can feel the tingling sensation start in my groin before exploding in a decadently violent spasm, spreading through me.
The walls of my pussy contract and massage his tongue as it continues to mercilessly dart in and out of me.
When my body convulses, and the waves of pleasure wash over me again and again, I close my eyes and think there is no way I can survive this all-consuming bliss.
Although I’m a little too young to die, I resign myself to my fate because one thing is certain: I don’t want Daniel to stop.
After the orgasm subsides, I watch him take off his pants and place a small foil packet within arm’s reach. Naked in all his perfect Greek-god glory, he faces me.
His bouncing cock looks ready for action. I sit up, ready to feast on his massive dick.
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p; After the way he just made me feel, I’m ready to return the favor. I lick my lips, eager to finally get a taste of him.
Daniel
If there’s one thing I just love, it’s pushing this prim and proper girl right over the fucking edge.
I was amazed she didn’t run a mile when I started to finger fuck her right there at the restaurant. At first, her eyes were full of hesitation, but it didn’t take long for them to express flat-out desire.
Those eyes suck me right in, their cinnamon color something else altogether.
There’s something honest in them, and I know there’s a wild beast in there, waiting to be unleashed―an animal filled with primal lust and passion.
As she’s taking in the sight of my cock, it requires every ounce of self-control not to shove it right into her perfect little mouth.
I know she wants it. The way she’s licking her lips, the way her mouth is parted just a little, it’s only a matter of time before my cock will be inside her.
There are a few drops of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I’m ready to fucking explode.
Mesmerized, I watch her tongue dart out and lick those droplets away. Then, she slowly and gently leans toward me to kiss the tip of my now quivering cock.
I feel goosebumps travel up my spine and arms. There’s something magical in her action. Her breath is soft and delicate, warm and gentle.
Fuck, it feels good—so fucking good—to have those velvet lips wrapped around my throbbing member. Briefly, I close my eyes and feel as if I’m floating on my back through a sea of desire.
She opens her lips wider to accommodate all of me, and I slowly feel like I’m fucking drowning. I clutch onto her tits, holding on like my life depends on it—like she’s my only salvation.
My fingers tease and squeeze, rubbing and kneading.
Hungrily, she starts to suck on my cock. This is what I’ve been fucking waiting for. I throw my head back and take a deep breath.
I want to enjoy this for as long as possible. I don’t want to erupt into her tight, wet mouth too early.
While her mouth is working its magic on my member, her hands have found another sensitive spot—my balls. She plays with them, rolls them around, and then squeezes them.
I don’t think I’ve ever had such a cocktail of sensations run through me. This woman knows her stuff.
She increases her pace. I watch her head bob up and down, and I marvel at the way her lips smack against my cock. The sound is fucking music to my ears.
I feel my massive cock expand with each inward thrust, and her tongue makes the most of it, darting out to lick my base each time she gets there.
Time. Such a strange concept.
It slows right down, and I’m acutely aware of her flawless pale skin, the bud-like nipples on those fleshy tits of hers, and her eyes. She’s completely lost in what she’s doing, giving it more than a hundred fucking percent.
I like this girl. A whole fucking lot. I think I made a good choice when I approached her.
If only there wasn’t my small problem. It’s so small it’s barely worth mentioning, and it will still be a little while before I need to raise it with her.
Stop ruining the fucking moment, I growl at myself.
Multiple explosions assault my insides. Fireworks to rival New Year’s Eve are starting at the base of my spine and spreading through me at breakneck speed.
My huge load builds up in my balls, and then, without further warning, I erupt like a fucking angry volcano in her beautiful mouth.
She does her best to swallow every last drop of my creamy cum as I shoot it down her throat, but it overflows and runs down her chin.
When the orgasm has passed, I pull out of her with a pop.
With my index finger, I wipe my own cum off her face with a finger, which she licks like it’s another one of those chocolate-covered fruits. She even bites my finger gently, teasingly, before she lets me go.
Then she stands up and struts around the room. I watch her head to the sound system. As she bends over to check out the selection, I get a good look at her ass and the swollen lips of her pussy.
My cock’s coming to life again already.
I’m not sure what she’s chosen, but as soon as she presses play, her body starts to bend, twist, and twirl to some boppy pop song.
I have never heard of it before, but I love the way her body becomes one with the music. Her own hands stroke, caress, and explore her curves.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Unable to stay where I am any longer, I join her. The next song is a slow one, and I wrap my arms around her back, pulling her as close to me as possible. Now we sway as one to some love song.
My cock presses into her ass, and I’m tempted to just shove it into her, here and now. But it seems wrong to the break this moment.
Her movements are fluid. I wonder if she used to take dance classes.
Slowly, I turn her in my arms so she’s facing me. Her tits rub against my chest, and her hands link behind my neck. I lower my mouth to hers. Our tongues meet, and pleasure erupts in me.
I need to take her, but before I do, there’s a little matter I have to attend to.
The music changes again. It’s another genre I’m not familiar with.
I move back to the coffee table and grab the packet I had left on it earlier. I pull out the condom, and it’s on my fucking cock before she realizes what’s going on.
The tip of my cock hovers at her dripping pussy. I debate my next move. And then, I let her warp her legs around my waist, straddling me.
Oh. Fuck.
As I stand there, Rose in my arms and on top of my cock, I feel the world spin around me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was drunk. But I’m not―except maybe drunk on ecstasy.
With her arms still around my neck, she thrusts against me, using her crossed legs behind my back as support.
This is the most amazing fucking feeling I’ve ever experienced. I knew there was some kind of caged animal locked inside this woman. I’m sure this is only the beginning of the more adventurous Rose coming out.
As fucking awesome as this is, I need to put her down and really fuck her. There’s an aching need I have to fill.
My eyes zero in on the table, and I head for it. Gently, I put her on her back and make sure her legs drape over the edge.
I’ve momentarily pulled out of her to change position, and now that she’s in the perfect spot, I spread her legs apart and shove deep inside her.
A low moan escapes her lips. My hands use her tits as support. I push into her slowly until my balls are pressing against her ass.
And then I start pummeling into her, hard and fast.
She meets me with her own little upward thrusts as I slam into her again and again. Soon, the music stops, and the only sounds we can hear are my balls slapping against her naked skin and our short, shallow breathing.
There’s the occasional moan, and then Rose is yelping like a little lost puppy dog.
“Yeeeeeeeeeessssss,” she hisses, and I see her body tense all over. Her hands reach for my shoulders, and I feel her nails dig into me.
I can sense she’s about to come.
So am I. My cock grows with each thrust. It’s expanding, and the walls of her pussy are tightening. I increase my pace yet again.
The pressure of her tightening pussy is too much for my cock. I suddenly explode deep within her.
Wave after wave of cum fills my condom. My hands are frozen on her tits, and now she’s engulfed in her own orgasm.
Her pussy is tightening around me and squeezing every last bit of juice out of me. I fear she might break me. Eventually, I feel her go limp beneath me.
I stay in her a little longer, relishing the sensation of that fucking tight pussy.
When I pull out of her, I give her a gentle kiss on the nose and stand to discard my condom.
After I return, she’s still leaning against the table. There’s a dreamy expression on her face.
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bsp; “Another glass of cool bubbles?” I offer, and she nods.
“Actually, I don’t think I finished my last glass.” She goes over to the couch to take a look. I feast my eyes on her ass for a moment before I join her.
Naked, we lie on the soft leather and stare out the window at the deep, dark blue ocean. Later, I think we’ll go for a walk along the beach. And if it’s deserted enough, you never know what we might end up doing there.
Rose
I look at myself in the mirror and breathe a sigh of relief when the same familiar face looks back at me.
I mean, like, all of this luxury and expensive shit is so unusual I’m half-afraid I might have turned into someone totally different.
From ordinary girl to what—fake exquisite beauty? I smirk at the thought.
Is that possible? If you get used to all this expensive stuff can your looks change, too?
Of course they can, my inner voice pipes up.
When was the last time you picked up one of those glossy women magazines, the ones that tell you about the type of plastic surgery the rich and famous are having, the number of Botox injections, and not to mention the latest diet they subject themselves to?
And then there are contact lenses that change eye colors, beauty salons for manicures and pedicures, and parlors where they do all kinds of other painful things to your body.
The thoughts have me shivering a little. No, thank you. I may not be a supermodel, but I’m not hard on the eyes.
I’ll take myself as I am, thank you very much. And Daniel seems more than satisfied with what he sees.
I sigh and pull my hair up into a ponytail.
Of course it’s not a hip, cool, or deluxe hairdo, but it’s practical and super comfy for a day at the beach.
And that is what I’ve been promised—a day at the beach.
Briefly, I’m tempted to put on the war paint, but then I dismiss the idea. If this is about finding out how compatible we are, he may as well get to look at me in my natural state.
I mean, he’s seen me naked, mascara smeared across my face from choking on his cock. Surely no makeup will be okay, too.
My cheeks blush just a little as I recall some of the crazy hot sex we’ve been having. Just thinking about it makes me tingle all over and long for his touch again.
