I entered the suite a little past 10pm. I was exhausted from a day on the lake. The photo shoot had gone well despite the Georgia heat. I walked around the frosted glass wall that divided the foyer from the rest of the penthouse to see her at the dinette with a laptop in front of her. She was furiously writing something on a yellow legal pad as she scanned the computer screen. . She was a bit disheveled to say the least. Her long brown hair was somehow perched on top of her head.
She had large glasses on and …. Is that one of my dress shirts? It was. She had on one of my perfectly pressed dress shirts on. The collar spread out to either side of her neck. Buttoned only to between her perfect breasts. Those breasts, probably the top reason she was my favorite of all the young women I’d spent time with lately. They weren’t large by any means. I guess she would be a C cup if she needed a bra. I’d never seen her wear a bra come to think of it. Every mans idea of perfect breasts is different but these were perfect to me. They felt like memory foam. Memory foam tightly wrapped in the softest flesh I had ever felt. Her nipples were so light there was barely any contrast against the rest of her skin. Her long bare legs emerging from underneath my shirt was another welcome sight.
I remember when I would have felt like a pervert staring at a young woman of her age. At only twenty years old, she wasn’t only the hottest but also the youngest woman I’d been spending my free time with. As I approached her , I felt the heat of my own body increasing.
She finally turned to me. “You got some sun today.” She said with an innocent smile.
She looked down at my tan legs and commented on the contrast between them and my white golf shorts. She was saying something else but I couldn’t focus with what my mind was on. Her eyes fell to my shorts again. “How in the world can you still be horny after the day you’ve had” she asked. This made me look down. Sure enough, I was hard as a rock beneath my shorts. “ I thought I would be off the hook tonight after seeing some of the pictures the photographer took today. I haven’t even had a shower hun”.
Hun? Did she just call me hun? What happened to Sir? What happened to keeping things on a professional level. You know. She fucks me. I pay her. she goes home. Which reminded me. “What are you still doing here?”
I asked. As she unzips and pulls my shorts down she tells me “I work for you full time now. Remember?” I started to say something else but stopped when I felt her lips engulf my cock.
She knew how to shut me up, alright. Long, slow, and steady strokes does the trick every time. She knew me too well now. She never sped up. Just kept that slow pace until. Ughhhhhh! She stopped just in time, paused a moment and continued. This drives me crazy. Keeping me on the edge. That point where you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself but when someone else is in control. Nice slow control of your orgasm. This is pure ecstasy. She continued to control me for what seemed like an hour. In reality, it couldn’t have been but ten minutes. Using only her mouth. Her hands planted firmly on my ass. Every time i would get there again, she paused. Staring up at me over her glasses, then continuing. Her thin but firm lips puckered around my sore throbbing cock. She’d seen the footage from the lake today. She knew where my dick had been. That knowledge seemed to make her hungrier than ever. Could she taste her? Could she taste the hot wife I buried myself in just a couple hours earlier. The hot wife that she, herself had set up the meeting with. Could she taste tge combination of that other woman’s cum mixed with my own.
She paused again. Oh my God! I love this! I don’t know how much longer I can handle her edging me. She’s definitely mastered this. Or has she mastered me? At this point, The feel of her mouth is better than anything I can remember. She must have really enjoyed that video footage. Did it make it even hotter that the woman’s husband was forced to watch. Not really forced mind you, but close enough.
That’s what role play is all about.
I’m almost there again. My mind is screaming “please let me cum” but I say nothing. I placed my hand on the back of her head. I won’t force her but she gets the jist. She does pause again while looking up a me but she giggles this time as she continues. She knows I’ve had enough edging. Her hands remain on my ass. Her pace remains the same. Slow and steady. I finally orgasm. I orgasm with an intensity that almost made me black out. I managed to stay standing but just. Slow and steady.
As she pulled away from my cock and smiles, she tells me “you’ll marry me some day”.
“Should we learn each other’s names before or after our vows” I ask her as I head off to the shower.
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