His Brother's Wife by Michelle Love (14)

“Fuck me, Anderson,” Angela whispered. “I want you inside me now.”

Anderson took off his pants and knelt directly behind her. He pushed his rock-hard cock into her pussy, softly at first. Then he began fucking her harder and harder. His thrusts were tender and deliberate. They weren’t forced. He never broke the rhythm, as Angela was sent deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

“Touch my ass,” Angela ordered now. “I want to feel your hands all over my ass.”

Anderson didn’t waste any time squeezing her cheeks and separating them. He placed a finger over her hole and kept it there, still fucking Angela rhythmically.

“Oh yes, Anderson, that feels so good. You are such a big, strong man. Fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good.”

Then Angela noticed that Anderson began panting harder and harder. It appeared as though he was ready to come. Angela wanted Anderson to come inside her. She pushed her ass against his torso, trying to get him deeper and deeper inside her.

Anderson exploded semen into her vagina, his orgasm lasting a full thirty seconds. As he came, Angela screamed in pleasure.

They collapsed together onto the couch, exhausted. Angela felt fully satisfied with their lovemaking. From the look on Anderson’s face, so did he.

They moved to the bed and crawled under the covers. They both wanted to take a quick nap. When they awoke, it was almost midnight.

“My mom wanted me to invite you to go bowling this weekend. My sister and her boyfriend, as well as my mom’s boyfriend, will be there. Want to come?”

“Saturday?”

“Yes. Do you like bowling?”

“I was on the bowling team in college. I haven’t practiced in forever, but that sounds like a fun idea.”

There was a long pause. Angela cuddled closer to Anderson, and pushed her ass into his crotch. She couldn’t tell if it was just her imagination, but she thought she felt something becoming stiff there.

Anderson had to leave to go back to his place, and so couldn’t spend the night. His day tomorrow would start at 5:00 a.m. He needed to make arrangements for their expansion into Paris. Angela had to be up at her usual 7:00 a.m.

The rest of the week went by relatively smoothly. Angela spent each day working with Tina, getting her acclimatized to the office. She transferred her computer files onto a disk for Tina to use.

On Friday, Angela invited Tina and Eric to go for drinks at a nearby bar to celebrate the end of the work week, and Tina’s successful transition to the team. Both Eric and Tina thought that it was a wonderful idea. The afternoon flew by, at which point the three of them walked over to the Flaming Eagle, which was a pretty ordinary sports bar. They served the best martinis in the neighborhood.

Eric, Angela, and Tina found a table by the window. Eric bought the first round of martinis.

“To new opportunities! To old friendships!” Eric toasted.

The three of them raised their glasses and, making eye contact with one another, performed the “cheers.”

“Are you excited to be part of our team, Tina?” asked Eric. “I know you have some big shoes to fill, but you are a smart and talented woman; it shouldn’t be any problem for you.”

The conversation went on along those lines and as the drinks kept coming, the three of them started to have more and more fun.

“I always thought Angela was cute,” admitted Tina with a girlish giggle.

Angela’s jaw dropped.

“I don’t know what to say, Tina,” said Angela.

Then Eric, feeling the effects of the martinis, said something that also surprised Angela.

“Don’t you think Tina’s cute too, Angela?”

Then Angela had an idea. She took out her phone and called Anderson. She hoped that he would pick up. He usually worked late on Fridays, but maybe he could make an exception for her and her friends.

“Hello?” said Anderson.

“Anderson! I am here with Eric and the new girl, Tina. Say hi, guys!”

Eric and Tina said hi.

“Anyway,” Angela continued, “we are just having drinks right now at the Flaming Eagle and I was wondering if you could stop by at some point in your limo and take us for a cruise. That is, if Pat wouldn’t mind.”

“I am just finishing up at the office now. But drinks sound good. I can be by there in about an hour.”

“Sounds good, babe. See ya soon,” said Angela, as she hung up the phone. “You know, Tina, the more I look at you, the more I am reminded of my roommate when I was a college freshmen. You are just as pretty as her. You both have blonde hair. And a nice rack.”

The expression on Eric’s face turned from embarrassment to intrigue in a heartbeat.

The three of them made small talk and ordered a few more rounds of martinis before heading out onto the sidewalk to wait for Anderson’s limo. Eric had paid the bill, which was very nice of him, because it wasn’t cheap. As they waited, Tina slid her hand down Angela’s arm and clasped her hand. They stood together, holding hands, for the better part of ten minutes, until finally Anderson’s limo pulled up and Pat came around to open the doors.

Eric, Tina, and Angela got in and made themselves comfortable on the black leather. Anderson kissed Angela on the lips, then gave a solid handshake to Eric. He hugged Tina as well and said it was nice to meet her.

“How were drinks?” asked Anderson, addressing no one in particular.

“They were good,” said Tina, hiccupping. Out of the three of them, she had the least experience drinking. She was a very fun drunk. She was about to get even more fun.

 

Wild Times

Anderson told Pat to drive around a while until they figured out what they wanted to do. It was Friday night, and they were bound by nothing. Anderson had nothing but cash, and the four of them felt like doing something fun. They considered going to a club. Or to another bar. Or to a fancy restaurant. Then Tina said that she wanted to see Anderson’s apartment. It was at this point that Angela realized that she hadn’t really been spending a whole lot of time there. She and Anderson were partial to hanging out at her place, for some reason.

“I think that’s a good idea. Let’s hang out at Anderson’s,” said Angela.

“You don’t want to go to a club first, babe?” asked Anderson.

“I think—hiccup—we should go dancing and then go to Anderson’s. The night is still fresh and young,” said Tina.

Then Eric piped up,

“Anderson, Mr. Cromby, I just wanted to say what a pleasure it is to be hanging out with you outside of a business environment. Our firm is still delighted to be taking you on as a client, and having this opportunity to see you outside of the office is priceless.”

Anderson appreciated the compliment.

“I have the highest respect for you, Mr. Taylor, as I do for Ms. Hayes over here. If things go well, maybe we could do things as a threesome more often. And, of course, we can hang out with your wife as well.”

Then Tina hiccupped again very loudly.

“Those were great martinis,” she said.

“Okay,” said Angela, interrupting the moment. “Let’s go to a club, then to Anderson’s. We can make this a very fun evening. Now, onto an important matter. Should we invite Mr. and Mrs. Edwards?”

“I’ll give them a call,” said Anderson.

Anderson called the Edwards, but they didn’t answer. So he sent them a text message to get in touch with them. In the meantime, they were going to have to find a way to have fun without them.

“I think I have some tequila in the fridge in here,” said Anderson, who pulled out a bottle of expensive Mexican tequila and started lining up shots at the bar in his limo for the four of them to take.

“I want to lick salt off of Angela’s ass,” said Tina suddenly.

The three of them laughed at that suggestion, but they thought it was a great idea. Tina really knew how to get the ball rolling. Angela bent over and lifted up her skirt. Then she pulled down her panties. She was acutely aware that everyone around her was able to stare at her pink snatch.

Eric found a saltshaker in one of the limo cupboards and sprinkled some salt on Angela’s bare ass. There happened to be a few sliced limes as well, so Tina picked one of those up to use as a chaser. She downed the shot of tequila expertly and then quickly licked up the salt. Then she sucked the lime wedge dry and discarded it.

“Who’s next?” asked Tina.

It was Eric’s turn. He performed the same task as Tina, except this time, instead of sprinkling the salt on Angela’s ass cheek, he sprinkled it over her hole. Then he downed the shot and unflinchingly licked up the salt off her ass. This sent shivers up and down Angela’s spine. It felt so good. And she loved being the center of attention.

Finally, it was Anderson’s turn. Before sprinkling the salt and pouring himself a shot, he rubbed Angela’s pussy a bit, getting it nice and wet. But Anderson decided not to use salt after all. He drank his shot and then licked Angela’s pussy for the better part of minute, before sucking back on his lime wedge.

“No one else? No seconds?” asked Angela.

“I want to see what everybody’s dick looks like,” said Tina, again surprising the rest of them.

It seemed as though Eric felt a bit embarrassed about taking off his clothes. Anderson, on the other hand, was all over it. After Eric saw how easily Anderson had loosened his pants and dropped his boxers, Eric decided to follow suit. His cock wasn’t quite as big as Anderson’s, but it had a nice girth and was a nice appendage for the girls to look at all the same.

Tina moved over to Eric and sat on his lap. With one hand, she supported herself on his shoulder, and with the other hand she stroked his erection. She jerked him off expertly, and then began kissing his mouth. Their tongues twirled about one another as they made out passionately. The sight of them fooling around made Angela even more aroused.

Angela positioned herself onto Anderson’s lap, but this time, instead of gliding his dick into her pussy, she pushed her ass onto his cock, until the head slipped into her asshole.

“We haven’t done this before, I don’t think,” she whispered into Anderson’s ear.

Then she rode him, his cock gliding in and out of her asshole. Anderson brought his hands around to her front and circled her tits, playing with their weight, and making a special effort to pinch and play with her perfect nipples.

Tina took her free hand, the one that wasn’t stroking Eric’s cock, and reached over to Angela’s cunt and began feeling around. Angela’s clit was hard, and Tina brought her hand up to Angela’s mouth. Angela sucked on Tina’s fingers. This was the lubrication that Tina needed. She began twirling her fingers around Angela’s clit, making sure to massage her pussy at the same time.

The feeling of Anderson’s cock in her ass made Angela scream in pleasure. She wanted to feel him fill up her ass with hot semen. Just then, Eric exploded in an orgasm, drenching Tina’s hand with cum. A few moments later, Anderson also came and filled up Angela’s ass.

A few moments of silence passed. The four of them felt completely satisfied, and now shared a level of intimacy that only those who had engaged in sex together could feel.

Pat continued to drive them around the city streets. The group switched from tequila to wine, as Anderson brought out a very expensive vintage of French cabernet. Tina gazed at Anderson, her eyes at once innocent and doe-like. Angela wondered if Anderson thought about fucking her. She wondered if Anderson had a thing for cute blondes.

Anderson’s phone rang. It was Frank Edwards. He and his wife had just finished up at a benefit for a philanthropic organization that he was involved in, and apparently they wanted to celebrate with a night out on the town. There was plenty of room in the limo.

Anderson directed Pat to swing by the benefit and pick up their new companions. Eric was very enthusiastic to meet Frank and Amanda. Part of him wanted to meet the person who was taking away one of his best employees. Of course, as Eric had stated many times, there were no hard feelings.

Frank and Amanda entered the limo. They were dressed in beautiful and elegant eveningwear. Frank was wearing a black and white tuxedo, and Amanda was dressed in a beautiful and sexy evening gown, which showed off her natural, beautiful figure. She looked great for a woman in her forties.

“It smells like sex in here,” Frank said at once, to a chorus of laughter from everyone else.

Tina winked at Frank and then extended her hand.

“I’m Tina!” she said enthusiastically. Frank saw at once that she was both the youngest and the most inexperienced in the group. But she was damn hot.

Anderson jumped in.

“Frank, you know Angela. This is Eric. He’s Angela’s soon-to-be ex-boss.”

“Thanks to you!” said Eric, in a kidding way.

“I suppose I should thank you, Eric. You have groomed a very well put-together businesswoman. If what she tells me is true, then you are a very fine manager as well. Maybe someday we can talk about taking you on and bringing you into the government.”

“Maybe,” said Eric, who liked his current job. The offer flattered him, however.

“The night is young, my friends,” said Anderson. “What shall we do?”

“Let’s go for drinks at Castle Winery,” suggested Frank. “They have the best selection of exotic wines in the city. Does that sound okay to everybody?”

Everyone seemed to be in agreement that that was an excellent suggestion. Angela, herself, thought it was a good idea especially since it would be Anderson that would be paying. A bill at that place for the six of them could easily run in the tens of thousands.

It took Pat about twenty minutes to wind his way across town and park in front of the prestigious bar. All kinds of high society was flocking towards the entrance. Anderson told Angela that he recognized at least half a dozen work colleagues just from glancing around the outside alone.

They took turns exiting the vehicle until the six of them stood in front of the luxurious entrance. There was a long line. Anderson wasn’t going to see them wait for an hour just to get in. He handed the doorman several hundred-dollar bills, and the grateful doorman cleared the way for them to enter.

Upon getting in, Angela was overwhelmed by the classiness of the place. In the center of the main room there was a large mahogany bar with several well-dressed couples sitting around it. All across the back wall were square tables with white cloths on them. A live band that consisted of a cello player, a pianist, a classical guitarist, and a drummer was playing a jazz tune that made Angela want to dance.

“Where shall we sit?” asked Anderson. “I usually like to hang out by the corner over there, so we can get a good view of the band and can talk amongst ourselves privately.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Frank, and the rest of the group agreed.

A maître d’ escorted them to their desire table and helped them sit down. He brought over an extensive wine list and a few food menus. Anderson made some observations about the various types of wines offered, and in the end, conferring with Frank and Eric, made a few selections. The server brought the drinks over a few moments later and poured six glasses.

Angela was lost in the overwhelmingly enchanting music. She looked over at Anderson, who was also paying attention to the live band. She reached for his hand underneath the table and squeezed it. Anderson turned towards Angela and leaned in for a kiss. The two of them noticed that Frank and Amanda were also holding hands. Eric was talking softly to Tina, and Angela couldn’t hear what they were saying. That was okay with her, because she was having such a good time getting lost in the moment.

“Is anyone hungry?” asked Anderson.

“I am, a little,” said Tina.

“What would you like?” said Anderson, “I recommend the filet mignon, personally. It tastes great when cooked to medium-rare.”

“Okay, I’ll have that. Am I the only one eating?”

The others just ordered some hors d’oeuvres. They had roast squid, a rack of lamb, and several dozen raw oysters. It was the perfect amount of food and it satisfied everyone immeasurably.

“I wish they had dancing here,” said Angela.

“We can always go somewhere after this that does,” replied Anderson. “We don’t have to stay here all night.”

The group finished the bottle of wine that they were working on, and then ordered several more. Angela was getting more than tipsy. Between the shots in the limo and the wine, it was a wonder that she could see straight.

“Is everyone else as buzzed as I am?” asked Angela.

“I am getting there,” said Eric, “but I could still have a few more drinks. Maybe a scotch or a brandy.”

Relationships

 

The rest of the evening was fun and engrossing for everyone involved. As the evening wound down, Angela started drinking a lot of water so as to minimize the next day’s hangover. When she awoke at 11:00 a.m., she was surprised to find herself in Anderson’s apartment. As she sat up and looked around, she realized to herself that she had never really fully explored it. If it were anyone else’s apartment, she wouldn’t really have been so interested. But what did the apartment of a multi-billionaire look like?

Anderson was fast asleep next to her, lying on his stomach, and snoring softly. He was naked from the waist up. Angela got out of bed and walked around. The first room she noticed, apart from the bedroom, was the kitchen. It was positively enormous. The entire condo had over eight separate rooms. Three of them were bedrooms. The rest were giant closets, living rooms, and lounge areas.

There were three extremely large flat-screen TVs, and the sofas were of the finest Italian leather. She made her way back to the kitchen and opened up the freezer. She took out a tub of Ben & Jerry’s vanilla ice cream and walked over to one of the living rooms, sitting down, and picking up the remote. She watched TV for about an hour. Anderson was still asleep. She decided to go wake him up.

She entered his bedroom, and then, pulling down his boxers, started to jerk off his erect cock. The cock hardened even further in her hands till eventually Anderson turned and woke up.

“I dreamed that I was being jerked off by a beautiful goddess. And that dream was accurate,” said Anderson.

Angela threw off her bra and panties and climbed on top of him. They began making out and, as Anderson’s hands felt their way all over her body, Angela could feel herself getting wet again. But she didn’t want to have sex just then. She wanted Anderson to give her the complete tour.

“I poked around your place,” she said. “It is quite lovely. Would you like to give me a more comprehensive tour?”

Anderson threw on a robe and walked into his huge closet. He found a blue cotton robe for Angela and handed it to her. Anderson proceeded to give her a tour of the entire condo. He explained the purpose of all the different rooms and drew her attention to the technology behind each room. Apparently there were voice commands that controlled things like dimming the lights and setting the temperature of each particular room.

“You are a wonder, my love,” said Angela. “Say, Mom wants us to go bowling tonight. Are you still up for it?”

“Sure am,” said Anderson, “but I need a few hours this afternoon to get some work done, so I will have to go into the office. You can have Pat drive you around to wherever you need in the meantime.”

“Maybe I’ll go visit Maxine and Henry and surprise them. I should probably check to see how Maxine is doing anyway. To make sure that she is recovering fully.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Angela showered in one of Anderson’s lavish bathrooms. The shower itself was magnificent. The water pressure was very strong and the temperature controls were very subtle. Her shower was long and hot, and when she got out, her skin felt clean and moisturized (she had found some lotions in the shower to use).

She got dressed in the clothes that she had worn the night before and, kissing Anderson goodbye, made her way down to the sidewalk. Anderson had called Pat, who was waiting out front. He was leaning against the limo smoking a cigarette. When he spotted Angela, he promptly put it out and opened the door for her.

“Thank you,” said Angela.

She directed Pat to Maxine’s apartment. When she arrived, she buzzed up, and Maxine let her in. Angela could tell right away that Maxine was doing a lot better. It even looked as though she could start training again as quickly as possible.

“Are you feeling all better, then?” asked Angela.

“A million times better! Thanks again for helping to take care of me. I spoke to my trainer on the phone yesterday, and we are going to start preparations for the next tournament. It is going to be held in Paris.”

“That’s funny. Anderson is always talking about how they are expanding into France. They are going to be opening up a big office in Paris. Maybe the two of you could meet up there, or something.”

“Maybe all of us could? If you could take time off work, it would be fun to see you over there. You should ask Frank. By the way, when do you start working for him?”

“I have one more week at the firm and by Monday of the following week I will be at the office of the treasury.”

“Sounds great. I am so proud of you, Angela.”

“How is Henry doing? I know he had to take some time off work to take care of you, but is his practice getting back up to speed?”

“He had some subordinates take care of his projects while he was helping me. So I don’t think it was much of a big deal.”

Angela and Maxine gabbed away for a few more hours. They talked about romance, news, their careers, and families. Angela mentioned how she was going bowling that evening with her mom, Ben, Rosalie, and Sam. She invited Maxine to go too, but she couldn’t come because she had a practice tennis session at the courts with her trainer. She needed to make up for lost time by training extra hard.

Angela called her mom to see when they were meeting for bowling. Karen told her that she thought 6:00 p.m. would be a reasonable time. That was when Rosalie and Sam were planning on being there. Angela realized that she was going to have to get home if she was going to change into more comfortable clothes, as she was still wearing her eveningwear.

Angela hugged and kissed Maxine, then left her apartment. Pat was gone, so she took a cab back home to her place. When she got out of the cab in front of her building, she ran into none other than Mark Stevenson.

“Okay, this is getting creepy,” mused Angela. “I can’t believe I am bumping into you here again! Get over here!”

Angela gave Mark a big, tight hug. Mark hugged back, his strong arms enveloping Angela’s curvy frame.

“How are you, Angela? Are you busy?”

“I have bowling in a few hours with my family, but you can come up for a drink or a movie or something.”

Mark nodded, and Angela took him by the hand and led him through the doors of her apartment building. When they got up to her room, Angela took off all her clothes.

“You aren’t wasting any time, are you?” asked Mark.

“I need to get changed for bowling, silly. Did you think I was going to wear a dress to the bowling alley?”

“Why not? You’d attract every guy’s attention there.”

“I don’t need to attract them. I have your attention. Don’t I?”

Angela winked at Mark.

“Make yourself at home. Lounge on the couch, I am just going to throw a few things on. There are beers and some cheese in the fridge which you can help yourself to. How’s business?”

“We are working on some exciting deals. Commission this year is going to be juicy. I’ll probably clear well over six figures. And by well over, I mean at least two hundred to three hundred thousand. But I don’t like to talk about business. Let’s talk about how great your ass looks in those jeans.”

Angela entered the living room wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a dark purple hoodie. She was happy that Mark noticed how good she looked in regular, casual clothes, in addition to fancy garments.

“You think my ass looks great?” asked Angela rhetorically.

“You are the best fuck I’ve ever had. Honest truth.”

Angela smiled to herself. That was one other thing she could pride herself on doing well. She scooted over to Mark and sat on his lap. She picked up the remote and started changing channels.

Mark’s hands began to wander. They slipped under her hoodie casually and cupped both breasts. They were exactly as heavy and as perfectly shaped as he remembered. He kept them there for a while, squeezing and feeling their tenderness.

Angela began to rub Mark’s penis through his pants. She loved the feel of his cock through his trousers. As she rubbed and tugged on it, it became ever harder. She undid his fly and let his cock fall loose. She continued to rub it for a while. Just as Mark was about to come, Angela fell to her knees and, placing her head on his lap, swallowed the full length of his shaft. Mark gripped the back of her head as he exploded into a monumental orgasm. There was so much cum, Angela didn’t know if she could bear swallowing it all. But somehow she managed. She thought it tasted good.

She got up and sat down beside Mark on the couch. She looked over at Mark, who had a rather sleepy expression on his face. Angela let Mark lounge on the couch while she got up and did a few quick chores around the apartment. Her laundry needed to be folded and there were some dishes in the kitchen that needed to be done. It took about twenty minutes to finish up what she was doing, then she turned her attention to Mark.

“I am going to have to kick you out, hun,” she said. “It’s bowling time.”

“No worries. I’ve got to get back to my place and do some paperwork. All these deal deadlines are coming up pretty fast. It was great seeing you though. You look just as beautiful as you always do.”

Angela kissed Mark goodbye, then got on her phone and called her mom. She told her that she was on her way and should get to the bowling alley in good time. When she got there, she found Rosalie and Sam, who had already begun bowling and were halfway through their round. Rosalie was leading by a few points. When they saw Angela arrive, they put the game on pause and came over to give her a warm hug.

“I guess Mom and Ben haven’t arrived yet?” asked Angela.

“Not just yet,” replied Rosalie. “We got here about an hour early so we have just been playing some games. You know, to warm up. I hope you don’t expect to kick our butts!”

Angela laughed.

“If you think I wouldn’t expect such a thing, then you don’t know me very well.”

Sam laughed pretty hard, as did Rosalie, who punched her sister playfully in the arm.

“Come on,” ventured Rosalie. “Let’s add you to the game.”

The three of them played for some time, until Karen and Ben arrived. Angela was very happy to meet Ben, who seemed like a great guy. As they bowled, Angela and Ben shared a special bond, as he told her a bunch of adventure stories from his exciting path. She concluded, as did Rosalie, that he was the perfect match for their deserving mother. Angela was also thrilled to see that he was a pretty good bowler. He came in first place in every round they played. After the fourth round, everyone became tired and decided to call it a day. They made their way to the restaurant that was in the bowling alley and ordered some soft drinks and fries.

Just then, Anderson showed up, wearing a loose-fitting white cotton shirt, some slightly baggy dark blue jeans, and tennis shoes.

What She Feels Part 4

 

The Meeting

 

Angela walked through the hall of her new office building. It was a gorgeous building; the carpets were brand new and a deep gray color. The exterior of the building was covered in floor to ceiling windows that were kept spotless by the two window cleaners on staff.

Her high heeled shoes were silent as she nonchalantly walked down the hall toward the conference room that was seldom used. The building had three conference rooms, each one grander and more lavishly decorated than the one before. She was going to the last conference room, the one that was outfitted with an oak table and ugly blue rolling computer chairs.

Twenty minutes ago, Anderson had sent her a text message that said only “Conference room C-20 minutes. Don’t be late.” Anderson was a very close friend of Frank’s, her boss, and could sometimes get special permission around Angela’s office building.

She reached the heavy mahogany door and wrapped her thin fingers around the cold handle. She took a moment and wondered what Anderson had planned for her and why he wanted to meet with her in the middle of their workday. She and Anderson were both very busy people, and it was difficult enough for them to get away and meet after work, let alone at 12:00 p.m. on a Thursday.

She took a breath and swung the door open. Sitting across the table was Anderson. He was dressed in an exquisite navy blue suit, with a gray tie. Angela wasn’t sure that she had ever seen him look quite as handsome as he did in that moment. His eyes seemed to shimmer in the light that streamed in through the windows, giving an impression that he was up to something.

“Hello, Angela.” Anderson spoke. His voice had a tone that Angela had never heard him use with her. It was sexy and raspy, yet dominant and demanding.

“Hey, Anderson,” Angela responded, trying to contrast his serious tone with a light and playful tone.

“Sit,” he said.

Angela could tell that it was a command, not a question. She did as he asked and took a seat across from him. The chair seemed rickety and moved underneath the weight of her body. It made her slightly nervous to be sitting across from Anderson on a chair that she didn’t trust. She imagined herself talking with him one moment, and the next sprawled out in a very unflattering way on the floor.

“Do you know why I’ve brought you here?”

“Not really, no.”

“I would like to ask you a very serious question. This is not to be taken lightly, Angela.”

“Okay, what is it?” Angela asked. Her heart sank into her stomach, but it seemed to light up at the same time. The question could be very good, or very bad. Anderson gave no clue with his facial expression. He was stoic and stared directly at Angela, making her feel that it was indeed a serious question.

“Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night?” Anderson said. His face instantly split into a wide grin, knowing that he had fooled Angela.

“You jerk! You had me so worried. Of course I want to go to dinner with you. I’m thinking lobster.” Angela said. Her harsh words were lessened in effect by the giggles that were emanating from her throat. She loved Anderson’s sense of humor. Even though he was a multi-billionaire, he didn’t let that get to him; he acted just like any man would.

“I could go for some lobster. That does sound nice. I’ll let you know where we are going later. Pat and I will pick you up at eight. Be ready, Angela. I don’t like to wait,” Anderson said. The last two sentences were ringed with the same dominant tone as before.

She couldn’t deny the fact that Anderson taking control of her made her panties start to grow wet with her delicious juices. She had always had a thing for being submissive to a strong, powerful man, and Anderson fit that description perfectly.

“Yes, sir!” Angela said in a joking tone.

In response to her words, Anderson’s eyes fluttered to the back of his skull. He let out a sigh that hinted at his strong desire to have Angela.

Apparently he likes that, Angela thought to herself. She would have to remember that.

Without warning, Anderson rose from his chair. He pushed the chair away from him as he stood, sending it flying back into the wall behind him. A loud bang was audible throughout the room, and possible throughout the entire floor.

He walked around the table to Angela. He walked with purpose, taking long, powerful strides as he approached her. When he was close enough for Angela to see the detail on his expensive suit buttons, he stopped abruptly.

“Get on your knees,” he said. Just as before, it was a command; it wasn’t a question.

Angela obeyed and sank to her knees, thankful for the thick walls surrounding them, except for the windows that made up the back wall. She could hear the sound of his zipper descending, losing the fight against containing the hard rod of his excitement.

He took a step closer, holding his throbbing cock in his hand. He entwined his hand in her long, thick, dark-colored hair and pulled her head closer to his manhood. She wrapped her soft, voluptuous lips around him and sucked gently. Apparently that wasn’t enough for Anderson. He held her still as he rocked his hips in a gentle, rhythmic motion as he fucked her face.

Angela loved sucking Anderson’s cock. She knew that she was starting to become his little whore, and she loved that fact. He had awoken a hidden sexuality that Angela hadn’t known she had. It was as if he had reached into her soul and awoken the woman waiting there.

Anderson’s long, thick cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. Not to the point of wanting to vomit; it was still a slightly uncomfortable feeling. Anderson withdrew his thick manhood from her mouth and gently slapped her cheek with his tool.

“That’s my good girl,” he cooed.

Without giving her a chance to reply, he silenced her with his thick cock once more. Angela let her tongue graze along the underside of his cock as he pushed into her mouth and subsequently withdrew, only to slam into her again.

Angela felt the heat of his milky white juice squirt into her mouth without warning. It felt thick and warm with a slightly salty taste as it sat on her tongue. She swirled her tongue around, savoring the taste and texture before she let it fall down the back of her throat. She looked at Anderson and smiled.

“Good girl. Get back to work, my little slut,” Anderson said as he stroked her cheek gently with his hand.

Angela rose to her feet and felt the blood rush back into her legs. She glanced at her knees and saw the imprint of the carpet as red as lipstick on her knees. She knew that everyone in the office would know exactly what she had done in the conference room, and that fact turned her on even more. She kissed Anderson’s lips and walked out without saying a word. The heavy door closed with an audible thud.

She walked back down the hallway, letting her hips sway with each step. The short, flirty skirt of her royal blue dress swished against her thighs. The silky fabric felt wonderful as it grazed her soft skin. She saw her coworkers looking at her, but she didn’t care. She really liked Anderson, and was proud to be the one to give him a midday blowjob. She smiled and remembered the taste of his cum on her throat.

The Game

 

The vibrator buzzed in her pussy. There were two prongs: one in her tight pussy and one firmly placed against her clit. With every vibration, waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body.

“Which way, Angela?” Anderson demanded.

“Right, go right!” she exclaimed.

It was a game they were playing in the back of Anderson’s brand-new Rolls Royce. Every time they approached an intersection, Angela had to guess which way they needed to go in order to get to the restaurant. It wasn’t a fair game, in Angela’s opinion, since Anderson had never told her where they were going. When she guessed correctly, he would reward her with a strong pulse of the vibrator that he was controlling from his cellphone. If she guessed incorrectly, he would withdraw the sensation to a low hum. If she happened to miss two turns in a row, Anderson would completely turn off the device, leaving her begging for more.

Anderson pulled Angela onto his lap with his strong arms. Angela could feel the ripples of muscle on his arms and abdomen as she sat on top of him. Of course, he had already pulled his thick cock out of the confines of his slacks. Angela could feel the hot liquid precum against her skin. She was already soaking wet, and her pussy was begging to have Anderson inside her.

“Angela, we are going to add something to our little game. I’m going to put my cock inside your ass. You must make me cum by the time we get to the restaurant. If you don’t, I will keep teasing you all night, but I won’t let you cum. I’ll bring you right to the edge of ecstasy, my dear, only to snatch it away from your grasp.”

Angela’s reply was only a surprised moan as she felt the tip of Anderson’s cock slip inside her ass. He spent no time warming her up before thrusting inside her. Angela’s high heels dug into the black carpet as she thrust herself down onto Anderson’s body, trying to bring him to orgasm before they arrived. She wanted to feel the sweet release of an orgasm, to be carried away on the tide of bliss.

“Which way?!” Anderson shouted.

“Straight.” Angela moaned. The feeling of the vibrator mixed with the feeling of his thick cock stretching her walls with every thrust had firmly planted itself in her mind and temporarily took control of her cognitive function.

She felt the vibrator slow down to a low hum as the car turned to the left. She wished she could turn the vibrator back up to its fullest power, but that was up to Anderson. She was left to his mercy; she was completely under his spell. The vibrator thrummed gently against her clit, just enough to tease her but not give her the intense pleasure she craved.

She thrust herself harder and faster on Anderson’s cock. It was slightly painful, but that only made her enjoy it more. Anderson moaned with each thrust on Angela’s perfect ass, but he didn’t sound close to an orgasm. She squeezed her muscles around his cock, attempting to milk the juice from him. She fucked him like it was the secret to eternal life. In this case, it was the key to having the orgasm she so desperately desired. It was kind of the same thing, in her mind.

Anderson pushed her hair away from her neck. He kissed her neck gently as he placed his hands on Angela’s thighs, stopping her rhythmic thrusts.

“I’m sorry, darling. You failed. It looks like there will be no orgasm for you tonight. Maybe, if I feel generous, we can try again on the ride home. We will see if you truly deserve an orgasm.”

Angela’s heart sank. She felt that she needed to orgasm. Her clit throbbed and her pussy ached to be filled with his throbbing cock. She wanted to feel the ridge underneath the tip of his manhood slide inside her.

She lifted her ass from Anderson’s lap and adjusted her panties. She went to take out the vibrating device, but Anderson demanded she leave it inside her. He turned it on to its fullest potential once more, making Angela moan accidentally.

Pat came around and opened her door. She looked at Anderson pleadingly.

“Get out of the car, Angela,” he said sternly.

She obliged and stood on wobbly legs, the type that would be found on a baby deer instead of a grown woman. She took slow steps toward the restaurant, feeling the buzz against her clit with every step. She tried to walk normally and not give away her dirty secret. It was hard not to moan. She enjoyed the vibrations inside her, the eyes of all of the dinner guests, and the handsome man holding her hand and grinning madly beside her. They walked arm-in-arm together and walked underneath the awning of the expensive steak house.

Dining and Teasing

 

As Angela sat down on the soft chair of the restaurant, the vibrator made it hard for her to sit down without moaning. There was something about the combination of sitting, movement, and the vibrator that was buzzing full-force against her clit that made it difficult not to utter a sound of pleasure.

While Angela was struggling to contain herself, Anderson merely sat across the table with a content smile spread across his handsome face. It was obvious to Angela that he was enjoying watching her struggle to contain herself while he gave her a secret pleasure that only they knew was happening.

Angela had to admit that it was really an erotic situation. The vibrator thrumming against her clit sent shivers up and down her spine. She had to speak to the waiter without making any moans or sounds that might betray their secret. Couple that with Anderson sitting across from her and her ass still hurting from the game they had played in the Rolls Royce earlier, and it was a wonder that Angela was able to speak at all.

There was so much stimulation taking over her body. Every sensation, every orifice, every pore of her body begged to be released into the sweet bliss of an orgasm. That decision was up to Anderson, however. There was nothing she could do to convince him to let her cum, unless she won the game on the way back to her apartment.

Anderson had started to become more dominant in their relationship, and Angela loved every moment of it. She had always had a fetish for being submissive to a man, but had never expressed that urge to anyone before now. She had always kept it buried down inside her like it was one of her vital organs—safe and protected from the eyes of the world.

With Anderson, however, she felt free to make her wants known. It seemed that he didn’t need her to verbalize her desires; he just seemed to know what she wanted. He had a power over her, and it was beginning to seem that she had one over him.

“Hey!” Angela cried as the buzzing against her clit slowed to a medium hum.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. That’s what you get,” Anderson said. His eyes looked like they had been forged from steel, and yet they were still gentle in a way.

“I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”

“About what?” he asked.

“Maxine,” she lied.

Anderson nodded. She could tell that he knew she was lying by the way one corner of his mouth tilted up as his head moved with the nodding motion. She hated lying to him, but this wasn’t the time or the place to tell him about her desires.

The waiter came by their table to take their drink order. Angela had never been to a restaurant where the wait staff wore black suits the covered pristine white shirts. Anderson ordered a bottle of wine that was foreign to Angela.

The light from the candle on the center of the table flickered against Anderson’s eyes, making them shine. With each flash of light, Angela could see the playful glint in his eye. Angela could tell that there was something rolling around inside Anderson’s mind. He was thinking of something, but his facial expression gave no indication of what might be going on inside his mind. He just wore a pleasant, easy expression. His lips were curled into a smile that he seemed to be trying to conceal, and his eyes were wrinkled at the corners.

The thrum inside her wet pussy shot up from a hum that was low and gentle to a strong vibration that made her muscles clench the moment it shot up. Angela couldn’t hold back the quiet moan that escaped her lips.

The waiter came back to their table holding a bottle of wine. The bottle seemed black in the dim lighting of the restaurant. The blackness of the bottle was split in half by a dark green label that was accented by cursive words that were written in a recessed gold font. The words shimmered in the flickers of the candle light.

The waiter placed the wine into a metal bucket full of ice and rolled it back and forth between his palms, making the ice clink against the bottle and the metal bucket. The entire time the waiter stood next to their table, Anderson kept playing with the controls. He had it set at a sort of wave pattern. The intensity would slowly rise until it was at full force. It would stay at that intensity for a few moments and then it would begin to decrease, leaving Angela wishing the sensation wouldn’t leave her clit.

After the waiter left their table, Anderson reached for the bottle and pulled it out of the bucket. Ice cascaded off the glass surface of the bottle and made a tinkling sound as it filled in the space where the bottle had been just seconds before.

He lifted the bottle and poured himself a glass. He asked Angela to lift her glass so that he could pour the sweet wine into her glass. With the vibration thrumming inside her body, she was unable to hold the glass still. Instead, her hand shook uncontrollably. The impact of the glass against the bottle made a distinct clinking sound. Anderson had a mischievous smile, knowing exactly the effect he was having on Angela.

Redemption

 

As soon as Pat closed the door of the Rolls Royce, Angela lifted her skirt and pulled down her silky panties. She could see that Anderson had not lost his erection from the car ride earlier. It could have been the control he had held over her body as well as her mind, or it could have been the anticipation of the ride home. Angela wasn’t sure what had caused it, but she honestly didn’t care. She had been fantasizing about getting on his cock the second they got back into the car.

Now that her panties were lying on the floor of the car, she focused her attention on Anderson. She slowly undid the various fastenings of his slacks. The fabric felt smooth and expensive as she slid her palms across the slick fabric. She hooked her fingers underneath the waistband and pulled them until they were lying in a crumpled pile on the floor of the car.

Her mouth was instantly wrapped around the tip of his thick cock. She pushed her head down until her nose touched the skin that covered his pubic mound. She sucked hard; it was as if she were trying to milk his cock with her mouth. She had a quick, easy rhythm with her sucks. She took turns focusing on the head and the base. At first, she would suck the tip of his cock until her lips wrapped around the shaft, making him utter a loud moan. Then she would press her head down onto the base of his cock, taking him into her mouth until the entire length of his cock was inside her lips and the tip was down the back of her throat.

Anderson entangled his fingers inside Angela’s dark hair. She could feel his tight grip that pulled her hair, sending a slightly painful sensation radiating through her nerves. The pain only served to arouse her more. Anderson pushed her head down and then pulled it back up so that her lips were soft against the tip.

Without warning, Angela rose from the carpet. Her knees found the leather of the seat as she straddled Anderson’s lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as she teased his cock with her pussy. Her fingers traced his muscles as she worked her way down his chest and abdomen. When her hand found the swell of his cock, she wrapped her fingers around the tool and rubbed the tip across her wet slit.

Anderson looked at her with pleading eyes. It was as if the tables had turned. He was the one begging for an orgasm. When Angela felt that they had both had enough teasing, she held his cock still and slammed herself down onto his cock. Their moans resonated in unison. Anderson turned the vibrator to a medium speed and kept it inside her.

Angela held onto Anderson’s shoulders as she rose and fell on Anderson’s stiff erection. She felt him stretching the walls of her pussy and hitting her cervix with each movement. She squeezed her pelvic muscles and heard a low moan escape his lips. She kissed him in the middle of his moan, silencing him.

She enjoyed being in control for the time she had the power, but it was short-lived. Anderson took control of her body as he lifted her and set her down on the seat next to him.

“Lie down,” he commanded.

Angela did as he said. She sat against the cold leather of the seat and spread her legs wide open with the vibrator that started in her pussy and wrapped to her clit still firmly in place. Anderson wasted no time inserting himself into her soaking wet orifice.

“You were a very good girl during dinner, so I’m going to change the rules a little bit. I’m going to let you cum.”

With that, he began to fuck Angela like she had never been fucked before. It felt like there was a deep-seated hunger inside him that could not be satiated until he shot his semen inside her. His hands felt hot against her skin as he held her thighs to his chest, opening her up even more.

Angela started to feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm welling up inside her. It felt like a warm wave that started in her toes and flew through every nerve, making their synapses fire rapidly. She felt that she wouldn’t be able to hold back the orgasm that had been building inside her body for hours. She longed to feel the orgasm take control of her mind and her body, to feel as if she were floating on a loud of bliss for a few moments.

Anderson gave her a few more thrusts that were strong and forceful and enough to send Angela spiraling into the oblivion of the most intense orgasm she had felt thus far in her life. The orgasm completely consumed her, making her incapable of thought or focusing on anything but the waves of pleasure full sensations that were rolling through her body.

It seemed that sending Angela over the edge was just enough to bring Anderson to orgasm as well. Angela felt as the hot liquid filled her orifice. Anderson’s eyes rolled to the top of his eyelids, making it apparent that he was feeling the same sensations that Angela had felt moments before. She could feel his thighs tremble against her own.

Anderson leaned down and kissed Angela lightly. He laughed and kissed her again. She felt his hand travel up her body, tickling her skin in the process. Anderson ran his fingers through Angela’s silky hair. Angela’s eyes closed as she enjoyed the gentle sensation. She felt more content and happy than she ever had before. Even with Mark, there had always been something missing. She could never figure out exactly what was lacking, but it was undeniable that there was something missing.

With Anderson, she had never felt that anything was missing. Their sex was incredible. He treated her like a lady in the streets and his personal slut in the sheets. He was very kind and generous toward her. He treated her like she was the only woman in the world, let alone in the room.

Girl Talk

 

Angela sat down on the couch. The velvety fabric felt nice against the parts of her legs that weren’t covered by her denim shorts. Maxine held her arm out and offered Angela the bowl of popcorn. She indulged and took a large handful of the fluffy popped kernels that were slathered with butter. As she ate them, they melted on her tongue with a slightly salty tang.

On the television was a movie about a woman who had been locked in an insane asylum against her will. It was on one of those women’s entertainment channels. The girls were only half paying attention to the melodrama, however. The topic of conversation was how Angela felt about Anderson and about Mark.

“I don’t know, Maxine. They really are great men.”

“Except one is your ex. Ex’s are ex’s for a reason, Angela.”

“I know, but he feels different somehow.”

“Does he really, or do you just want him to be different this time?”

Angela had no answer. She was stunned by the truth that her friend might have revealed. It was as if Maxine had stumbled onto a part of Angela’s mind that she hadn’t been aware existed. Her words went right to her soul.

“I wish I had an answer, Maxine. I really do.”

“I think you do know. I think you just don’t want to admit it to yourself. I think you know that you need to stop seeing Mark. You have a really good thing going with Anderson. Why not throw out the old and welcome the new? I know that’s what is holding you back from fully committing to him.”

“I don’t know, Maxine. I really do like Anderson, but I can’t shake the feeling that there might still be something there with Mark.”

“That’s your choice; I can’t make it for you,” Maxine said quietly, “Pass the popcorn, please.”

Angela moved the bowl closer to Maxine. She had to admit that she had been clutching the bowl of popcorn like she was somewhat of a popcorn hoarder. Maxine was her best friend, and she knew that she was only looking out for Angela. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but feel that she was trying to force Angela into making a decision that she wasn’t sure she wanted to make.

She couldn’t deny that there was at least a little bit of truth in what Maxine had said. It could be entirely possible that Mark truly was holding her back from fully committing to Anderson. She didn’t hold back sexually, but she had to admit to herself that she was actually holding out emotionally. She wanted to have Anderson in every way possible, and she was pretty certain that he felt exactly the same way.

Angela trusted Maxine more than she trusted herself at times, but it was hard to trust her about whether or not she should give up on Mark. Mark hadn’t been the worst boyfriend, but he definitely wasn’t the best either. Sure, she felt strongly for Anderson, but she also had some remaining feelings for Mark.

It was glaringly apparent to her that soon she would have to make a decision about which man she would choose, and she would have to choose soon. It wasn’t fair to the men to keep them in limbo like they were at that moment. Mark was lingering in her heart, and Anderson was quickly forging his way into her heart and her mind.

“How are you feeling?” Angela asked Maxine.

“I’m really feeling a lot better. I’m still not completely better, but the doctors say I have nothing to worry about and I am on my way to a complete and full recovery.”

“That’s good! I’m glad to hear that.”

“Well, I am too, but I just can’t shake the feeling that they’re either lying to me or they’re wrong.”

“Why?”

“I’m really not sure, Angela. I just feel like the sickness is hibernating. Like it isn’t really gone.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“I really hope so, Angela. I really do,” Maxine said with tears beginning to well behind her eyes.

Angela’s heart felt that it was in the grip of a very strong clamp. She could tell how worried Maxine was about her illness returning. Her worry inspired worry in Angela. She wondered what would happen if Maxine fell ill again. She wasn’t sure if she could really handle that again. She had been so worried about her friend when she was sick before, and she knew that it would only be magnified if she fell sick once again.

She tried to put the worry out of her mind and enjoy the time she had with Maxine. It wasn’t often that they were able to just have a girls’ night in and watch television and eat fattening foods together. They were both very busy women, and it could be hard to make time for each other. She made a promise to herself right there in that moment that she would make a decision about the men in her life, and she would spend a lot more time with Maxine.

“Well, I have to get going,” Maxine said.

“Oh, so soon? Come on, stay a little longer.”

“I really can’t! I’ve got to go home and start dinner.”

“Oh, all right. Just leave me to stew in my misery.”

“What misery? You seem pretty happy to me.”

“I’m miserable because I want Chinese food for dinner, but I don’t like any places that deliver. Leaving my apartment is completely out of the question. The couch has accepted me as one of its own and I just can’t betray that trust right now.”

Maxine threw a pillow at Angela. They both stood up from the couch and walked toward the door. They shared an embrace that was more than just a hug. It seemed that both of the girls were holding on to each other as if it they the only thing keeping each other alive. Angela kissed her friend on the cheek and told her that she loved her. Maxine pulled away and took Angela’s hand. She squeezed it gently and walked out of the open door.

Plans

 

Angela heard the tell-tale sound of the upbeat music radiating from the drawer of her desk. She slid the door open and pulled out her cellphone. She smiled when she saw that it was Anderson calling her.

“Hello?”

“Hey, beautiful. What are you doing?”

“I’m just working. What are you doing, flying around the world?”

“No, no, no,” Anderson laughed. “Certainly not flying anywhere. I’m sitting in my office being buried by a stack of papers and thinking about this amazing, beautiful, sexy woman I’ve been seeing.”

“Who is she? I’ll fight her.” Angela said. She was playing coy; she knew that Anderson was talking about her.

“Whoa there, tiger. She’s you,” Anderson laughed. "Here’s the reason I called: what are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’m just working.”

“Not anymore. I have already spoken with Frank and he is going to give you paid time off tomorrow. He is really impressed with you, Angela.”

“He’s given me time off? Why?”

“Because I asked.”

“Well, what are we going to do?”

“I thought we could have a date with our clothes on for once. I’m going to pick you up at 9 in the morning, and then the rest of the day will be a complete surprise.”

“That does sound nice. I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you, though.”

“We can always make up for lost time after the date.”

“That’s true. Oh, Anderson, I have to go. My work phone is ringing and I really have to answer it.”

“That’s why Frank loves you! I understand, doll. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Anderson hung up the phone, and Angela answered her. It was a boring business call. A client wanted to ask her if they had received her fax of an inconsequential document that they really didn’t need.

The moment she hung up the phone, her mind instantly began churning the conversation and dissecting it into little tiny parts. She was sure that Anderson had something in his mind, and that it would be something to remember. He had said that he wanted to have a date with her with their clothes still on their bodies.

She had really been wanting to get to know Anderson on a deeper level, and she guessed that he felt the same. She had gotten to know Anderson’s body more than his mind, and she really wanted to know more about him. Whatever Anderson had in mind for her, she knew she would enjoy. He was a billionaire, after all.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on; her mind was consumed by Anderson and his plan for the next day. Every time she faxed a paper or answered her phone, she did it with only half of her mind. Sure, she made a few mistakes, but nothing anyone would notice. She corrected her errors quickly. The rest of her wandered to what the next day would bring.

She imagined them going to a different city than where they lived. She could almost smell the salty air that would blow against her skin and through her hair. The restaurant would have a pot-bellied man singing sweet, gentle music in thick Italian language.

Of course, that was only her dream. She knew that what Anderson had planned would probably not be quite as lavish as her imagination, but it probably wasn’t far off. She knew that the next day would be full of fun and excitement.

 

Later that night, Angela climbed into her bed. The foam mattress cupped her body and made her feel cradled. Her dark blue satin sheets felt luxurious against her tanned skin. Her pillow only added to her comfort. She wasn’t sure that she had ever felt more comfortable in all of her life. As she burrowed into her nest of sheets and blankets, she thought that only one thing would make her more comfortable.

She wanted Anderson in bed next to her. She wanted to feel his strong arms wrapped tightly around her chest. She didn’t necessarily want him in a sexual way (not that she would mind that), but instead she just longed to feel him next to her. She wanted Anderson in every way possible. She wanted him to take control of her body and her mind; she wanted him to take all of her and leave her completely speechless.

She wondered if Anderson was thinking of her, too. She really wished that they were able to see each other more, but she knew that that just wasn’t possible for them at that moment. Anderson had a busy life with his company, and things were just picking up for Angela.

Of course, now her time would be even tighter with Maxine not feeling well again. The way Maxine had spoken the other day had really worried her about her friend. She hoped that nothing bad would happen to her, but nonetheless, Angela worried that her friend might be right. That terrified her.

Angela readjusted her head on her pillow. She found just the right spot where her head was at the perfect angle and in perfect alignment with her body. In that moment, all of her stress and her worries melted away. She was carefree and blissfully happy.

The last thought Angela had as she was falling asleep was of Anderson holding a bouquet of flowers. She drifted off to a deep, restful sleep, with not a care in the world.

Destination: Unknown

 

The next morning, Angela woke up before the sun. She pulled the blankets tighter around her body and tried to squeeze out a few more moments of sleep. Her mind, however, had different plans for her. Her mind fired rapidly with thoughts of what the day held in store for her. She knew that the day would be great and exciting, of course, but she was really excited to spend the day with Anderson away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

After about an hour of fighting for more sleep, Angela gave up trying. She pushed back her cocoon of blankets and silk sheets and felt the cold rush of morning air surround her skin. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and stretched her arms behind her head.

After her shower, Angela walked to her closet. She looked through the racks of clothing that were expensive by her standards and pauper clothes by Anderson’s. She knew that Anderson really wouldn’t care what she wore, but she wanted to look nice regardless.

She chose a pair of denim shorts with a triangular white lace cutout that went up to mid-thigh. She always felt cute and flirty in them. She wasn’t trying to be overly sexy in the outfit; she really wanted this to be a day that she and Anderson would look back on and have fond memories of in the future.

Her feet slid into the soft faux leather of the strappy sandals with small, delicate white beads sewn onto the straps that wrapped around her ankles and down the middle of her foot until it met the faux leather between her toes. Of course, she had had a pedicure a few days ago that had left her feet feeling smooth and soft, and her toenails were painted a bright blue.

She walked down the hallway of her apartment; her footfalls were silenced by the soft, luxurious carpet covering the hard surface underneath until her foot found the hard beige tile of the kitchen. She walked over to the pantry and removed the loaf of bread. She put one piece of bread inside each slot and pressed the plastic slider.

While she waited for her breakfast to pop out of the small metal toaster, she jumped up and slid onto the counter top. She softly swung her freshly-waxed legs—tanned to look like she spent her days on an island—against the cabinets below her. She couldn’t get her mind off Mark and Anderson.

Mark had only sent her one text in the last week, and Anderson had called her a few times each day, taken her to dinner, and was now taking her to a mysterious location. She still had feelings for Mark, she had to admit, but she started to feel that Anderson was quickly beginning to dominate her feelings, her mind, and her time. The thing that scared her the most was that she was perfectly okay with that.

The sound of the toast popping up from the toaster caught her off-guard and made her jump slightly. Angela hopped off of the counter where she had been sitting and went to the toaster. The toast felt very hot against her thin, freshly-manicured fingers as she laid it on the counter. She opened the refrigerator that was next to the counter and pulled out the butter and jelly.

While she ate her breakfast, she started to become more nervous about the day than she’d been when she had been getting dressed. She couldn’t help but wonder what Anderson had planned for her.

Am I dressed in the wrong clothes? Is he going to take me somewhere nice, have a great day, and then tell me that he isn’t interested in me any longer? Will we be going to the next state over and see the mountains, or will we go to the beach? Maybe we will go to a different city, Angela thought, the questions racing through her mind one right after another.

There came a point in the morning where she decided that she would just have to turn off her mind and just embrace whatever the day would bring. If she knew Anderson, which she did, she had a feeling that he would ensure that she had a really great day that was full of fun and laughter.

She heard Pat arrive outside of her apartment. She knew that in just a few seconds, he would walk to her door and she would hear his signature light knock. His knocks were always easy and light, with a sort of rhythmic melody behind them.

The knocks came just as Angela had expected. It seemed that Pat was always in a hurry, but he never appeared that way. He was always easy and gentle with a calm presence. His knocks were gentle; he took the time to help Angela into the car; and he was always extremely careful when driving. He was definitely on a tight schedule, though. He always arrived at exactly the right moment. If he was told to arrive at nine in the morning, he would pull up at 8:59 a.m. every time.

Angela threaded her arm though the faux-leather strap of her purse and felt the weight rest on her shoulder. She walked around the corner to her living room and examined herself one last time in the floor-length mirrors that were on the wall behind her dining table.

She really liked what she saw in her reflection. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders in perfect, easy waves. It looked like she had spent very little time on her hair; it was effortless and flowing. Her cleavage peeked over the top of her coral tank-top, giving just a hint of sexuality. Her thin frame truly looked great in the outfit. The shorts clung to her slender hips, accentuating her hourglass figure. Her tanned legs traveled down to the simple sandals.

She really hoped that she was dressed properly for wherever Anderson was taking her. They could be going somewhere slightly colder, or they could be going somewhere warmer. She had dressed hoping that they would be going somewhere warm, and not going to the mountains. Sure, the mountains were beautiful, but Angela longed to feel the rays of the sun warming her skin.

She decided that she had spent enough time looking at herself in the mirror. She turned and walked toward the door where Pat had knocked moments before. She flipped the light switch to the off position and opened the door.

“Hello, Pat.”

“Hello, Miss Angela. Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, I am. Hey, Pat, can you tell me where we are going?”

“No, I can’t. Mr. Anderson has specifically told me not to disclose any information about the day. I will tell you, however, that you will have a really great time.”

“Darn. Well, okay. Let’s go.”

Angela stepped outside and pulled the door shut behind her. She fastened the lock, and then placed her hand on top of Pat’s waiting palm.

Away For a Day

 

The warm breeze blew through her hair. She could smell the salt from the sea as she inhaled. The sound of the waves crashing against the sand mingled with the laughter of children and the live band that was playing a lively Spanish song. The hot sand felt wonderful beneath her feet as she scrunched and relaxed her toes. She lifted her margarita and took a sip, tasting the sweet alcoholic drink as it filled her mouth. She looked out into the water and saw Anderson enjoying the water. The waves licked his body and receded, leaving his skin glistening in the process. Every ridge of muscle was accentuated, every ray of sunshine shining off of his tanned skin.

The blue bikini looked great on her body. When they had arrived at the beach, Anderson had immediately taken her to a bikini shop that Angela could never have afforded on her own. The shop had smelled of coconut, and she had been sure that all of the employees were models.

She had tried on several bikinis and showed each one to Anderson. Every bikini that she tried was more expensive than the last. Of course, to Anderson, money was absolutely no problem. They had finally chosen a bikini that was blue lace over beige cups. The bottom of the set matched the top, but the sides had slits that ran from the top to the bottom. It was a bikini that radiated sexuality.

Anderson stepped out of the ocean and dripped water. He ran his hand through his hair in a seductive way and kept walking toward Angela. He didn’t say a word when he reached her chair; he just bent down and picked her up.

Angela shrieked playfully and told him to put her down as Anderson carried her toward the water. The ocean water was crystal clear beneath her when they reached the shore line. When Anderson got to an area that was about waist deep, he stopped suddenly. The water was cold as Anderson dropped Angela into the ocean. She held her breath as her head was submerged.

As she rose to her feet, her hair felt wet and stringy down her back. Anderson looked at her as he laughed a full-bellied laugh. His smile crept into his eyes, making him look truly happy.

“You jerk!” Angela said. As she ran her fingers through her hair, she could feel the salt from the sea water.

Anderson didn’t say anything. He just lifted Angela and pulled her to his body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms encircled his neck. She kissed his lips gently amid their shared laughter. It was really a great feeling, being pressed against the man who was taking over her heart while the sun of the beach warmed her skin. She wasn’t sure that she had ever felt as content as she was in that moment. It was as if everything in her life was absolutely perfect.

Anderson started walking deeper into the ocean. His grip around her waist tightened as she tried to get away. She was laughing, and he was grinning. They both knew what was coming. Anderson’s legs flew out beneath him as he sank to the bottom of the ocean, submerging both of them in the process.

Later that evening, Angela took a sip of her sweet red wine. Anderson sat on the other side of the table and looked at her as if she were the only woman on Earth. The ocean air filled her nostrils, and the soft music of the Italian band enchanted her ears. Angela was glad she had put her clothing back on. As the sun sank behind the ocean, the air turned slightly chilly.

There was a red and white table cloth spread over the table, giving it the feel of a traditional Italian restaurant. In the center of the table, on top of a square mirror, was a tall white candle. It gave the restaurant a very romantic atmosphere.

Woven among the wooden planks that held up the awning were some white twinkle lights. It continued down to the railing and wove around the railing and around the spindles that ran to the ground. It was one of the most romantic restaurants she had ever seen.

Anderson smiled at her from across the table and placed his hand on the table. Angela placed her hand in Anderson’s. The feeling of his thumb running across the skin on the back of her hand felt like it was made of a charged electric wire. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.

Suddenly Anderson bolted up from his seat and walked around to where Angela was sitting. He held out his hand and asked Angela to dance. Of course, she accepted the offer and allowed herself to be pulled onto the dance floor.

They embraced each other as they danced slowly underneath the twinkling lights that were woven through the ceiling. Anderson looked deeply into Angela’s eyes, making her feel like she was an absolute treasure that Anderson had spent his life searching for.

As they twirled around the dance floor, Angela felt that her heart might burst right out of her chest. She felt so full of affection for Anderson, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to say that she loved him. He reached up and pushed a wayward strand away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. As he withdrew his hand, he gently ran his fingers down her cheek.

Angela leaned toward Anderson and kissed him deeply. It was as if their kisses were what were keeping them alive. They were deep and passionate. She laid her head on Anderson’s chest as they swayed to the music of the band.

In the car, Anderson wrapped his arm around Angela. The arm was behind her shoulder and traced gentle patterns on her shoulder with light touches. Her head was nuzzled against the base of his neck. She felt safe and protected with Anderson, like he would never allow anything bad to happen to her. Until this point in time, she had never been treated so well by any man that she had dated.

Anderson gently kissed the top of her head. Angela started to feel the sweet lullaby of sleep edging slowly into her mind. She knew that it was pointless to fight it off; she would succumb whether she wanted to or not. The rocking motion of the car certainly didn’t help matters, either.

Morning Sex

 

The next morning, Angela woke up in a bed that was not hers. The luxurious sheets felt soft against her skin, and the white down comforter felt heavy and thick against her skin. The light streaming in through the curtains illuminated the room, making it apparent that she was in Anderson’s bedroom.

She heard noises coming from the kitchen, but she couldn’t hear if it was Anderson or one of his staff members. She pushed the comforter off of her and placed her feet on the floor. She recognized the clothes she was wearing; she had pointed at them once when Anderson had taken her shopping.

It was a simple pink nightie that came just to the bottom of her perfect ass. Underneath, she had the matching pink silk shorts. They really didn’t offer much more coverage, only coming a few inches below the bottom edge of the nightie. She stood up and felt the soft carpet envelop her feet. She walked silently down the hallway toward the kitchen.

Standing at the counter dressed in only plaid pajama pants was Anderson. He was standing in front of a waffle iron, making breakfast.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Anderson said with a smile.

“Good morning,” Angela said, as she walked into Anderson’s open arms.

He kissed the top of her head as he held her close to his body. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin. She tilted her head to meet his lips. Their kisses started slowly and gently, almost as if they were timid. Anderson’s hands traced her spine and found her supple ass. He cupped it and gently squeezed the curves.

Angela could feel his cock begin to stiffen and press against her thigh. She had almost forgotten how large his penis was. Their kisses started to become more passionate than they had been previously. It was as if they needed each other, like they would die if they didn’t have one another soon.

He started to kiss her neck, sucking and biting gently in the process. As Anderson teased her skin, she started to feel her body respond. It was like his kisses electrified her body and left her begging for more.

Angela felt that it was time. She sank to her knees. On the way down, she gave Anderson’s pants a quick yank, freeing his large, swollen cock. She wasted no time. She licked his cock, making it throb as she worked her tongue up and down the shaft. She could feel his cock begin to twitch with the sensation of her tongue traveling down the sensitive skin of his prick.

“Enough. Stand up,” Anderson demanded.

“Yes, sir,” Angela replied as she carried out the orders.

She stood, just as he had commanded, and was greeted by Anderson taking a fistful of her hair. He brought her lips to his in a forceful way before pulling her head back. She looked at him and saw that the dominant glean had returned to his eyes, making her feel that perhaps this was his normal state of being.

He released her hair from his grip and let his hands wander over her soft, smooth skin. He pulled her sleep shorts off of her thin frame, and picked her up. He lifted her just as he had yesterday in the ocean. She wrapped her legs around his waist, but this time it was different.

As she formed herself to his body, she felt the swell of his cock enter her. He wasted no time in warming up her wet pussy, but instead began taking her hard and fast. That was exactly what Angel had longed for at that moment. She didn’t want any sweet, tender lovemaking; she wanted hard and fast fucking.

Anderson walked to the wall by the refrigerator and held her against the wall. He captured her hands in his and held them against the wall above her hands. It was as if Angela was completely immobilized. She felt that she absolutely could not go anywhere or get away from Anderson even if she tried. Of course, she didn’t want to get away. She was enjoying his cock pummeling her pussy far too much to want it to end.

With her pegged against the wall, Anderson was able to get much deeper inside her pussy. Every time he was inside her, Angela felt as though his cock was too thick for her tight pussy. She felt that he would rip right through her.

Anderson let go of her hands and instead held her legs. Angela couldn’t remember a time that she had ever been fucked as hard as she was in that moment. Suddenly, she started moaning in orgasm. She hadn’t felt it growing inside her, but instead it took her by complete surprise.

Anderson’s orgasm followed hers, but it was no less intense. His face wrenched in pleasure as a deep moan resonated in his chest and emanated from his throat. He too felt the sweet release of an orgasm, sending his hot liquid deep inside Angela. He kissed her, both of their chests rising and falling in rapid succession, only to be out raced by their heart beats.

“I’m sure the waffles are burnt to a crisp. Do you want to go out to get breakfast?” Anderson asked as her feet touched the floor once more.

“That sounds good to me,” Angela said through her laughter.

Maxine to the Rescue

 

“Maxine, I have a problem.”

“Admitting it is the first step.”

“Ha, ha, Maxine, very funny.”

Angela felt the hot water surround her feet as the pedicurist filled the basin. She added some soft petals and sweet smelling salts to the bath of hot water and then left Angela and Maxine alone.

“This feels amazing, Angela. It seems like it’s been forever since we have had a girls’ day.”

“It really does, Maxi.”

“So, what’s this problem you seem to have?”

“I think I am starting to fall in love.”

“Ooh, with who?” Maxine cooed.

“Anderson.”

“I had a feeling it was him. He seems like a really nice man, Angela, but what are you planning to do about Mark?”

“That’s the problem. If I didn’t have real feelings for Mark as well, this wouldn’t really be an issue. The problem is, I do still have feelings for him. It isn’t like I can just choose one or the other, but I really need to, and soon. It’s not fair to anyone. I can’t keep them waiting in this purgatory-like state. It’s not fair. It’s not fair to me to be so unsure about which man I want most.”

“That’s all really true, Angela. I’m glad you’re going through this and not me, to be honest.”

“Thanks, Maxine. Your words are really sweet,” Angela said in a sarcastic tone. She knew that her friend was just being playful, so she didn’t take any offense from her words. She knew that her friend really had her best interest at heart.

“Be honest, Angela. Do you favor one more than another?”

“Well, of course I do.”

“That’s the one you should choose.”

“But how do I know that things are really over with Mark?”

“You have to make that decision. Do you really want to keep going around in circles with him? It never seems to end. One minute you’re together, and then a few hours later you’re crying on the floor, feeling absolutely heartbroken. I really don’t want to see you go through that anymore, Angela. You deserve so much better than that. You know you do.”

“You’re right. I know you’re right. You’re always right, Maxine. It’s just so much easier to listen to advice than to actually follow it.”

“I’m sure it’s easier than living in limbo.”

“I’ll let you know when I make a choice.”

At that moment, the women doing their pedicures came back. The young woman lifted Angela’s foot out of the basin of water and began to scrub away the dead skin and callouses on the sole of her foot. She wished that the woman could scrub hard enough to take her problems away, or at least make the decision easier.

Of course, the pedicurist wasn’t a magician, and she wasn’t able to make the decision for her. Angela thought about asking the woman, but she thought that the woman might think she was crazy.

Angela had no choice but to try and figure out the answer on her own. She sat in the pedicure chair, and while she was supposed to be relaxing, she could think of nothing but Mark and Anderson. She had actually started to compare them in her mind, as if that would help her make a choice.

Anderson is rich and Mark is just above being broke all the time. Mark is interested in a lot of the same things that I am, and Anderson has expensive tastes that I can’t relate to yet. Anderson is new and exciting; Mark is safe and familiar. Mark is an ex-boyfriend, and Anderson is quickly becoming the boyfriend I want more than anything.

Angela fought within herself. Her mind was at war, each side firing invisible cannons at the other.

The woman picked up the gray nail polish that Angela had chosen earlier. As she watched the woman roll the bottle between her palms, she imagined she was inside the tiny bottle. That’s how it felt; it was as if her mind and her body were spinning quickly through turmoil.

Her mind raced, quickly shifting between thoughts of Mark, and of Anderson. The choice she would have to make was becoming clearer to her with every turn of the bottle. She knew that she would have to make her choice soon.

She could sense something in her interactions with Anderson that made it apparent that he was getting sick of waiting. She knew he wanted her in every way, in every sense of the word. He wanted to have complete control over her, and she wanted the same thing.

As the woman painted the thick, opaque varnish onto her toenails, it was as if the manicurist was sealing in her decision, making her unable to change her mind. She had chosen Anderson over Mark. Now, she had to find a way to break the bad news to Mark, and to tell Anderson that she was finally his.

What She Chose Part 5

 

 

Angela couldn’t deny that Anderson was actually showing her a lot of patience. Though she didn’t know every little thing about him yet, she did know that in his business endeavors he had never really been what you would consider a patient man. Anderson was a strong, powerful alpha male type of man who was used to getting what he wanted and getting it when he wanted it.

She had to admit to herself that she was starting to feel a bit guilty for keeping him somewhat on hold, and she was afraid to think about what might possibly happen if he decided he was tired of waiting for her to make up her mind be totally and completely dedicated to him and only him.

Angela knew that Anderson was no fool, nor was he blind, either. She had to assume that he knew about her dealings with Mark, and she was impressed by the fact that he had yet to bring up the subject, but she also knew deep down, that no man, especially a dominating billionaire alpha male, would actually want to share his woman with another man—unless, of course, it was a man that Anderson himself had invited into the equation.

Ever since the night that he had introduced Angela to the alcohol-induced foursome she had experienced with him and that couple he was friends with, he had not yet again invited another man—or woman—to join them in their erotic sex-capades. Perhaps he was enjoying having her all to himself for the time being (well, almost all to himself) as Angela was still fighting with herself over her undying feelings for Mark.

Angela was allowing those thoughts to fill her mind as she got ready for work on Monday morning. She had thoroughly enjoyed the time she had been spending with Anderson, and he was certainly working his way into her heart. She couldn’t deny that she was also a little bit scared that her fling with Anderson would end up being just that: a fling.

A part of her was still worried that a man like Anderson, handsome, wealthy, and dominant, could have any woman in the world. Why was he so infatuated with her? What was it about her that attracted him? She had been too afraid to come right out and ask him, as she figured that maybe he did this type of thing with other women. Maybe he would set his sights on one that he was attracted to, and then once he tired of her, he’d move on to a new one.

Deep down, Angela hoped that it wasn’t true. She could see herself falling head over heels for him, but their unequal social statuses did cause her to worry about whether or not she was woman enough to keep a man like Anderson all to herself. Could she really keep him happy for the rest of his life? Would he really be completely dedicated to her and only her? Or would he eventually tire of her and move on to a new, more exciting woman as soon as Angela decided to dedicate herself to him completely?

All of these thoughts were swirling around Angela’s mind as she headed toward the office. It was really great and exciting to always look forward to work, to look forward to seeing Anderson nearly every day. It was also a bit intimidating to think about how weird things could become if Anderson did someday tire of her. Would he still be cordial and sweet, even if he decided to break things off with her? Or would things get so weird around here that she would have to find another job elsewhere?

Angela shook her thoughts from her mind as she approached the parking area for the building employees. She knew she needed to clear her head and focus her thoughts on work—at least for the time being. She looked around to see if she saw one of Anderson’s expensive vehicles parked in his reserved parking spot, but she didn’t see any of his cars there. She assumed he wasn’t in the office yet, so she grabbed her purse and headed up to her desk.

As she approached her desk, she noticed a new face that she didn’t recognize. There was a new receptionist at the reception desk. Anderson hadn’t mentioned hiring a new receptionist, so Angela was a bit surprised to see the new young face. As Angela walked past her, the new girl spoke to her.

“Good morning. You must be Angela,” the young woman said in a friendly voice, flashing a vibrant smile her way.

Angela, turned to face the young woman and gave her a quick once-over.

“Good morning,” Angela replied. “Yes, I’m Angela. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

The young woman stood up and came out from behind her desk to formally introduce herself to Angela.

“My name is Mallory. Mallory Watkins,” she said, extending her perfectly-manicured hand to Angela.

Mallory was very young looking. She looked to be even younger than Angela, as if she was in her early twenties. She was tall and thin, thinner even than Angela, but she had a perfect set of breasts and a nice round ass behind her as well.

To Angela, Mallory looked as if she could be a model. She had to be at least 5 foot 7 and, in her 4-inch heels, she was standing nearly 6 feet tall in front of Angela. She had long, silky blonde hair that fell down into several thick golden locks around her shoulders. She was a bit paler than Angela, as if she could use a few tanning bed sessions or several hours out roasting under the hot sun. But her skin was creamy and utterly flawless, otherwise.

Her eyes were a beautiful almond color and her lashes were long and thick. They had to have been lengthened with an expensive mascara, Angela thought, because no one naturally had lashes that long and thick. Nonetheless, her eyes were very pretty and alluring, and even though Angela did not consider herself to be attracted to other women, she couldn’t deny that Mallory was definitely a stunning-looking young woman.

“Nice to meet you,” Angela replied, grasping Mallory’s hand and shaking it firmly. Mallory’s skin was as soft and smooth as it looked. Her hands felt as if Mallory slept in mittens filled with lotion, they were so smooth. “You have really smooth hands.”

“Thanks. I use a paraffin wax on them twice a day,” Mallory replied, her wide smile never leaving her face. “It’s a pain in the ass, but it works wonders on your skin.”

“I see,” Angela commented, looking at Mallory’s perfect-looking plump lips. Mallory had them covered in a shiny, glistening pink gloss that matched her silky pink blouse. Her blouse was tasteful, yet still sensual-looking. It hugged her firm, pert breasts and her cream-colored pencil skirt accentuated her slender hips and her round little ass. For just a split second, Angela felt a slight twinge of jealousy. She wondered if perhaps Anderson had hired this new young, vivacious vixen because he was growing tired of her. Maybe he was planning to …

“Good morning, ladies.” Anderson’s voice broke Angela out of her thoughts. “Angela, I see you’ve met Mallory, and Mallory, you’ve met Angela.”

Mallory nodded toward Anderson and smiled. Angela turned around, surprised at hearing the sound of Anderson’s voice.

“Morning, boss,” Mallory replied.

“Oh, good morning, Anderson. I didn’t know you were here,” Angela stated. She felt her heart rate start to speed up from nervousness. She felt as if she had somehow been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Mallory, I have some training videos you’ll need to watch. You can watch them in the conference room,” said Anderson.

“Angela, you and I have a lunch meeting at our usual spot, today” he said sternly, looking her directly in the eye.

Angela felt a twitch between her legs when she thought of Mallory in that same conference room where she and Anderson had had so many hot, erotic exploits. And the bossiness in his voice automatically turned her on. He treated her like a regular assistant in front of the other co-workers, but whenever they were alone, he was a completely different person.

“Yes, sir,” Angela answered. She waved and headed to her desk.

She turned back to see Anderson leading Mallory out into the hallway and down toward the conference room. For just a moment, she felt that slight little twinge of jealousy again. She frowned when Anderson and Mallory disappeared down the hallway and then turned her attention back to her desk.

Am I really jealous? she thought to herself. What the hell is wrong with me?

She shook her head again, attempting to shake the jealous feeling out of her mind.

Angela couldn’t wait for lunchtime to come around. She wanted to have some time to be alone with Anderson and possibly ask why he had hired Mallory and why he hadn’t said anything about to her. She knew he didn’t really owe her any explanation as they were not exactly a couple yet. But, for some reason, that fact didn’t stop her feelings from getting involved.

She looked at her phone to see if Anderson had sent her a text or a naughty photo, but there was nothing there. She did see a text message from Mark, though.

When did he send that? I didn’t see it this morning when I left the house, Angela thought to herself. She swiped her finger across the screen and then tapped the new message icon to see what Mark had texted to her. It read:

Hi Ang. Do you have any lunch plans? I was hoping we could talk today.

“Talk about what?” Angela wondered out loud. There was no way she was about to break her lunch date with Anderson just to meet with Mark. She quickly texted him a message back:

I can’t today. But maybe tomorrow?

She pressed “send” and waited to see if Mark would text back. She waited and waited and nothing. Eventually she just went back to completing her work and wishing that the morning would hurry by so it could be lunchtime.

 

When her cell phone alarm went off at exactly 12:00 p.m., Angela was ecstatic. She shut down her computer in a hurry and headed out to the front lot. Anderson’s “lunch meeting” at their “usual spot” meant that he’d have a limo come and meet her in back of the building and they would feed one another exotic fruits and creams in the back of the limo while driving around town.

Anderson would always add something sexual to the meal, whether it was licking strawberry-flavored whipped cream off of his massive cock or him sucking cherry sauce off of Angela’s nipples and clit. She wondered what he had in store for them this time around. He was always chockful of erotic surprises.

For a moment, Angela started to wonder if she was possibly mistaking her feelings of excitement and arousal for infatuation and her overwhelming passion and lust for feelings of love. Again, she shook the thought away and focused only on the stimulating lunch task at hand.

She rushed to the elevator and pressed the button over and over again, trying to make the elevator arrive sooner.

“Come on, come on!” she said out loud, to no one in particular. There were a few people in the hallways, likely headed out on their own lunch breaks. She wondered if any of them did the same kinky types of activities that she and Anderson often enjoyed on their lunch dates.

It felt as if the elevator was taking forever, though, she knew she was really in no big hurry. Anderson was her boss, so however late he kept her past the allotted one hour lunch break was completely fine with him. There had been a time or two that they had never even made it back to the office after their lunch date. It all depended on Anderson’s schedule and workload for the day.

Finally the elevator dinged and the doors opened. There were about three or four other people on the elevator when Angela got on. All of them seemed to be headed to the ground floor. She noticed that she hadn’t seen the pretty, new receptionist around since she’d first arrived that morning. She wondered where little Miss Model Mallory had disappeared off to. Perhaps she had spent the better half of the morning watching training videos in the conference room—the one that Angela and Anderson had christened in more ways than one, more times than a few.

Angela couldn’t even hear the babble and chatter of the other employees on the elevator. All she could think about was her lunch date with Anderson. And then suddenly, her cell phone buzzed. She looked down to see that Mark had sent her a reply to her text message from earlier that morning. She swiped her finger over the touch screen to see what his response had been.

Tomorrow sounds good. What time is your lunch break?

Angela thought for a moment. Should she take the chance and go meet him for lunch? What would Anderson think if he or one of his subordinates just happened to see her out in public with Mark during the work day? She paused for a moment, unsure of what to text back to Mark.

Just then, the elevator dinged again and the doors opened up to the lobby level of the office building. Angela stepped out of the elevator and headed outside.

There was a long black stretch limousine sitting just outside of the building and Angela knew it was her lunch ride. Just seeing the vehicle’s darkly-tinted windows and knowing that Anderson was inside of it, waiting for her with some type of kinky lunchtime surprise antics, made her instantly moist between her thighs. It still amazed her sometimes, the effect that Anderson had on her.

She had dated Mark for two years, and he had never excited her in the sexual ways that Anderson could so easily. Not that Mark was bad in bed or anything. He was a passionate and attentive lover. But, he was nowhere near as adventurous, aggressive, creative, or dominant when it came to sex, not like Anderson was.

Angela could never imagine herself becoming bored or disinterested when it came to sex with Anderson. But a part of her had to admit, great sex alone did not equal a great relationship. With Mark, Angela would pretty much be guaranteed the long-term, fully-committed relationship she longed for, along with the security of knowing she would have someone there for her whenever she needed them. She longed to have that with Anderson, but she wasn’t quite sure yet if that was what he wanted with her, as well.

Talking to Mark was easy. She could talk to him about pretty much anything, and he would listen and would always take her feelings into consideration. With Anderson, she still felt somewhat intimidated and afraid to talk to him about serious relationship-centered topics. She knew what she wanted with him, but was afraid to bring the subject up. And up until now, he had not yet mentioned anything along those lines, himself.

But, right now was not the time for thinking about such things; right now was time to put her mind into pleasure mode and enjoy the wild, sensuous lunchtime thrill she was soon to be experiencing with her handsome, sexually-arousing billionaire lover. She put a flirtatious smile on her face and walked outside to her waiting ride.

The chauffeur was waiting for her at the rear door of the stretch limo. She walked over to the door and flashed him a pleasant smile.

“Your ride, ma’am,” he stated, tipping his hat to her and opening the rear passenger side door of the limo.

“Thank you,” Angela replied, and then climbed inside the limo as he closed the door behind her.

Anderson was inside the limousine and he had quite a lunch spread prepared for the two of them in the back of the elaborate limousine.

“Hello, darling,” he said in his smooth, melodic sensual voice. “I hope you’re hungry. I know I sure I am.” He licked his lips in a sexual way that made Angela instantly moist between her legs.

Angela flashed him a sexy smile and batted her eyes at him. It still never ceased to amaze her how he always made her feel like a gushing young girl every time she was in his presence.

“Hello, Mr. Cromby,” she crooned, already feeling the ache in her core.

Her body always reacted in an arousing way whenever she was with him. He had a certain power over her—a sexual power—that she could never deny, even if she wanted to. She slid into the seat beside him, greeting him with a firm kiss on the lips.

“Mmm, tastes like the appetizer already,” Anderson stated, winking at her flirtatiously. Angela swooned like a blushing schoolgirl.

She looked over at the delicious-looking spread of exotic fruits and creams that Anderson had so carefully laid out for their erotic lunch break. There was a bowl of ripe strawberries and several flavors of whipped cream. There was also a plate of fruits that Angela couldn’t name right off the bat, but they looked incredibly enticing and tasty. There was also a bottle of expensive-looking champagne with two wine glasses sitting directly in front of it.

“Oh, wow!” Angela’s eyes lit up at the sight the mini-buffet. “This looks amazing, Anderson!” She still wondered how he never ceased to amaze her with his creativity and idealism.

Anderson allowed a small, smug grin to spread across his perfect lips. He thoroughly enjoyed the way Angela reacted to his innovative seduction techniques. He raised his freshly groomed eyebrows at her.

Just then, the limousine pulled off onto the street and begin to head south.

“I know we don’t have a lot of room in here, but I want you to put this on,” Anderson requested, handing her a red box that was in the shape of a heart. It had a drawn-on bow on the top of it. Angela opened the box and her eyes widened in delight when she saw a red-colored edible nightie inside of it.

“Oh my gosh!” Angela said, giggling in spite of herself. “I think this may turn out to be one of our best lunch dates yet!”

Anderson proceeded to pour the two of them some champagne in the wine glasses as Angela hurriedly removed the dress she had worn to work so she could slip on the edible nightie. She had already stopped wearing underwear to work the day she had started working her new job at Anderson’s office building. And, since her breasts were firm and perky, she often went braless as well. Today had been the perfect day to leave the panties and bra at home, and she was very glad she had. She tore off her dress and slid daintily into the edible red nightie.

There was also a pair of edible candy panties underneath the nightie, so she slid those on as well. Anderson had already seen her naked on numerous occasions, of course, but he turned away to prepare their champagne and fruit plates while she changed. He wanted to wait to see her completely dressed up in the sexy edible outfit before he turned back around to officially start their lunch break.

“No peeking!” Angela said with a giggle, as she slid the edible candy panties up around her slender hips.

“I’m not peeking,” Anderson assured her. He was already imagining how delicious she would look in the edible gear he had gotten her, and he was also thinking about how delicious she would taste, as well.

“Okay, you can look now,” Angela told him.

Anderson turned around to see her posing seductively in her sexy little lingerie attire. His eyes widened with delight at the sight of her. The stringy lingerie hugged her figure with pure perfection. It accented each and every curve of her body from her pert, large breasts to her thin, feminine hips, and when she turned her body to the side, the candy panties aligned her firm, round, ass with precision.

“You, my dear, look more mouth-watering and appetizing than any of these exotic fruits and creams ever could,” Anderson crooned.

His voice was oh so soft, sensuous, and tantalizing. He was leaning in so close to her ear that she could feel his warm breath right against the upper part of her neck. It sent a wave of shudders through her entire body. His voice was so deep and gruff that every time he would whisper in her ear, she would feel another twinge between her thighs. He really knew exactly how to turn her on.

Anderson was wearing dark-colored button-down silk shirt and a pair of expensive black slacks. To Angela, he always looked very elegant and sexy, no matter what he wore on any given day. His silk shirts always hugged the muscles of his arms and chest, outlining the flawless definition of his perfectly-chiseled figure through the thin fabric. As he sat there looking at Angela in her edible lingerie, taking in the sight of her while holding his full glass of champagne in his hand, Angela couldn’t help but feel a very strong urge to rip his shirt off of him and ravage his sexy body. Instead, she winked at him, barely able to contain her ever-growing arousal.

“Champagne?” he asked, handing her the glass he had poured for her while she had been changing into her lunch attire.

“Why, thank you, Mr. Cromby,” Angela said, unable to keep herself from smiling at him. She noticed that she did a lot of smiling, giggling, and laughing whenever she was Anderson. More so than whenever she was with Mark, in fact. And she also did significantly more moaning, groaning, panting and squealing whenever she was with having sex with Anderson—more than what she had ever done while having sex with Mark. But, she didn’t want to think about such things right now, so again, she pushed the thoughts out of her mind and focused on enjoying her time with Anderson, for the time being.

The two of them sipped champagne and made a bit of small talk as the sexual tension between them continued to build. Angela knew that Anderson thoroughly enjoyed building up the suspense of their rendezvouses. It made the end result so much more satisfying and it always left the both of them craving more of each other. He loved to have control over Angela in a sexual way and bring her to the brink of literally begging him for more. Angela couldn’t deny that she loved it just as much as he did.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours, Angela,” Anderson ordered. She obliged. He dipped a strawberry in whipped cream and placed between her lips. She bit down, tasting the sweetness of the fruit and the cream on her tongue.

“Mmm,” she hummed, chewing the fruit and then swallowing.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you eat,” Anderson told her, reaching for another fruit. “This is what we’re going to do today, my love. I want you to taste one of every fruit here, and then I’m going to blindfold you. I’m going to feed you a different fruit and you are going to tell me which type of fruit it is, just by smell and taste alone.”

“Okay,” Angela answered.

“I’m going to ask you which kind of fruit it is and each time you get it right, I’m going to eat a piece of your nightie off of you. But, each time you guess it wrong, I am going pull down your candy panties and spank you on your beautiful ass.”

Angela shuddered again, this time with elevated excitement. She could already feel the goosebumps spreading all over her body, just thinking about being blindfolded and spanked by Anderson. She was already planning to purposely guess some of the fruits wrong so that she could feel the thrill of the intertwined pleasure and pain of his firm, strong palms on the cheeks of her ass.

“Are you ready?” Anderson asked her, finishing the last of his champagne with one final gulp. He reached into the deep left pocket of his trousers and pulled out a black blindfold. Angela swallowed down the rest of her champagne and nodded, eagerly.

Anderson set the blindfold down on his lap right over the large imprint of his already-hardening cock and picked up one of every fruit on the mini lunch buffet table of the limo. He told her what each fruit was and then allowed her one taste of each one. They enjoyed one more glass of champagne afterwards, and Angela could already feel the effects of the alcohol starting to make her feel more relaxed and less inhibited—not that she needed champagne or any other alcoholic beverage to feel that way when she was with Anderson. His presence alone was her natural aphrodisiac, all on its own.

Angela closed her eyes and felt her heartrate begin to increase as Anderson carefully and gently slid the blindfold over her face. And then, surprise! Anderson also had a pair of handcuffs. He cuffed her hands together behind her back.

Angela felt another twinge of sexual excitement between her legs. Her Anderson was always full of surprises, and he never failed to keep her guessing. It excited her to no end, and she enthusiastically allowed him to lock her wrists together behind her back. He then sat her on his lap with her legs hanging just over the left side of his body.

He gently rubbed the back of her neck, massaging her bare, exposed skin, making her want to purr like a kitten in a warm, furry slipper. The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much for Angela to bear. She could feel her clit already beginning to pulsate with desire against one of the candies on her candy panties, as the moistness between her legs started to increase.

“Here’s the first one,” Anderson told her, as he dipped a small, bite-sized piece of fruit in one of the creams and slid it between Angela’s pursed lips.

“Mmm,” she said again, savoring the sweet, tangy taste of the fruit as it mixed in with the cream.

“Which type of fruit is this, Angela?” Anderson asked her in a stern voice as his hands worked their way down until they were massaging the area directly in the middle of the small of her back. It was one of the most sensitive parts of Angela’s back and she arched it forward in response to his mesmerizing touch. A small sigh escaped her lips as he worked his fingertips around on the surface of her skin.

“Mmm, is it a starfruit? It tastes like a starfruit,” Angela replied.

All she could see was the black darkness of the blindfold over her eyes. But it seemed that by temporarily losing her ability to see her other senses had been heightened somewhat. She felt every movement of Anderson’s fingers as they worked their way around her neck and back, sending shivers of desire down her spine. The aroma and the tastes of the exotic fruits even seemed to be more intensified, as well.

“Right you are! Good girl,” Anderson told her.

He fed her the rest of the fruit and then Angela felt the heat of his mouth against her nipple. With his mouth, he peeled back a part of the edible nightie, the part covering her right breast, exposing her soft, bare skin and fully-erect nipple. Angela hissed in delight at the feel of Anderson’s mouth and tongue on her breasts. His tongue circled around her hard nipple, causing her to let out another moan of pleasure.

“Mmm, I was right,” Anderson said, in a deep, sensuous voice, his lips barely an inch from Angela’s ear. She shuddered again from the sensation of his warm breath against the nape of her delicate neck. “You taste so much better than any fruit or cream on this mini smorgasbord of treats.”

Anderson unzipped his pants and released his already half-hard cock. Angela couldn’t see what he was doing, but she could hear the zipper of his trousers being pulled down. She immediately knew that he had freed his thick, massive cock from his pants, and the thought of it only heightened the level of her arousal. Behind the darkness of the blindfold, she could imagine Anderson’s cock, its huge head swollen and stiff with desire for her. She licked her lips at the thought.

“Okay, Angela, here’s the next one,” Anderson slid another cream-covered piece of fruit in her mouth.

“This one’s an easy one. It’s a clementine,” Angela stated confidently.

“Smart girl!” Anderson said. He fed her the rest of the fruit and then used his mouth to release her other breast from the edible lingerie. He licked around her left nipple, causing it to harden as if the temperature in the room had dropped down to below 50 degrees. Angela let out another moan as her back arched again, thrusting her breast further into Anderson’s face. Anderson took her whole left breast deep into his mouth, suckling hungrily, causing her to pant with desire.

“Oh, Anderson,” Angela whispered.

“Okay, Angela, here’s the next one,” Anderson told her.

This time, Angela was stumped on the type of fruit that Anderson had placed in her mouth. She worked it around her mouth, trying to identify the taste, but couldn’t quite place it, specifically.

“Hmm,” she said, frowning just a bit. “I don’t know. Is it a kiwi?”

Anderson shook his head, though Angela couldn’t see it.

“I’m sorry, Angela, that’s not right,” Anderson said. With one swift movement, he bent Angela’s thin body over his lap with her round ass poking up in the air. He ripped the candy panties off of her with one quick gesture, sending the little candies flying around the back of the limo. Angela could feel his cock now throbbing hard against her midsection as Anderson began to prepare her for her spanking—her punishment for guessing the wrong fruit.

Angela could barely control her excitement as she felt the candy panties being torn from her crotch. With her bare, naked ass in the air, lying across Anderson’s lap, she felt her crotch grow wetter from her elevating arousal. She braced herself as she felt Anderson’s warm, smooth hands rubbing, caressing and massaging her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading, making her shudder in anticipation.

“You guessed the wrong fruit, Angela. You know what your punishment is, right?” Anderson asked her in a soft, almost soothing tone of voice.

“Yes, I know what my punishment is,” she replied in a hushed voice, barely louder than a whisper.

“What is your punishment, Angela?” Anderson demanded sternly, his voice still soft and calm. His hands were still massaging and caressing the cheeks of her exposed ass.

“My punishment is a spanking,” Angela answered.

“Are you ready for our punishment?” Anderson asked, his squeezes on her buttocks becoming a little rougher.

“Yes, I’m ready for my punishment,” Angela affirmed.

“Louder, Angela,” Anderson commanded, his voice a little sterner, now.

“I’m ready for my punishment!” Angela said in a much louder voice.

“Good girl,” Anderson said.

Just then, his large, heavy hand came down on the right cheek of her ass with a loud “smack!” sound. Angela winced in pain and let out a small yelp. Though the right cheek of her ass was stinging, a rush of arousal and excitement surged throughout the rest of her body.

“Don’t you move, Angela,” Anderson warned. Angela lay as still as she possibly could, trying her hardest not to react to the stinging pain that had been left behind from his hard slap.

She felt and heard another loud smack as Anderson’s hand came down on her other ass cheek. She let out another small yelp and bit down on her lip, fighting the intense urge to react to the stinging pain his slap had left on her exposed left buttock with every ounce of her will. Again, the pain of the hard smack sent another rush of desire racing all throughout her body, causing her to shiver, ever so slightly.

“Good girl,” Anderson commended her, his firm, strong hands now back to rubbing and caressing her stinging buttocks, massaging away the pain they’d just caused. Angela felt her pussy grow even wetter between her legs. She was extremely turned on and her ever-moistening crotch was yearning for some attention—some stimulation—from Anderson.

“One more, for guessing the wrong fruit, Angela,” Anderson cautioned her. Once more, Angela braced herself for the smack. This time, his hefty hand came down with a powerful, hard smack against both of her buttocks simultaneously.

Angela couldn’t help but let out another yelp as both of her ass cheeks began to sting with pain, yet the rush of desire that followed was even more immense. She felt Anderson begin to caress and rub the stinging pain away right after that last hard smack and her body was on fire for him.

“You should see your beautiful ass, Angela. It looks like it’s blushing right now,” Anderson said with a small smile on his face. Angela couldn’t see it, but she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling. “Good girl! You took your punishment well, Angela. You’ve earned a reward.”

With that, Anderson lifted her small body with another swift movement and lay her down on the seat of the limo. He spread her legs wide and maneuvered his body between them, her hands still cuffed behind her back.

He slowly slid both of his hands down her smooth, soft legs, making his way down her thighs and closer down toward her swollen, moist, fully-exposed, pulsating clit. Angela was breathing deep and sighing, anticipating the touch of his hands on her yearning womanhood.

“Yes, relax, Angela. I’m going to give you a reward for being such a good girl. Do you want it?” Anderson asked her, his voice raspy with his own arousal.

“Yesss,” Angela hissed, raising her hips up toward him to invite his touch. “I want it. I want it so badly, Anderson!”

She shuddered as he grazed his fingers over her clit, causing her to emit a sigh of passion.

Just then, she felt a cool, light sensation on her crotch. She realized right away that Anderson had sprayed a bit of one of the flavored whipped creams on her clit.

He wasted no time diving in and sucking the whipped cream from her clit, licking it all away and then flicking his tongue against it, just the way he knew she liked it. Angela writhed and rocked with pleasure, moaning and sighing in response to his oral stimulation. Being unable to see somehow intensified the feeling of his mouth and tongue on her clit and she felt herself already getting close to climaxing. She knew that Anderson would bring her right to the edge and then stop, making her weak with desire and ready to beg him for her orgasm.

“Oh, yes! Yes, Anderson, yes!” she cried, her hips gyrating against his face, her orgasm building and getting closer and closer.

“Mmm, Angela, you taste so good! I’d rather eat you than anything else in this limo,” Anderson mumbled between licks and tongue flicks.

He knew she was almost there and he stopped abruptly, knowing she was right at the edge.

“I have one more fruit for you to try, Angela,” he told her, licking the taste of her crotch from his lips.

He knelt down in front of her face and turned her head toward him. He stroked his hard, throbbing cock with his hand, making sure it was nice and stiff before he commanded her to open her mouth. He squirted a bit of one of the flavored whipped creams onto the head of his dick and then inserted it into her open mouth with a deep groan and a sigh of delight.

Angela realized immediately that the cream-covered fruit was Anderson’s large, thick, rock-hard cock and opened her mouth even wider to receive it. She savored the taste of the flavored cream intermingled with the taste of his dick and sucked all of the cream off of the tip. Anderson groaned his pleasure in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Ooh, shit, Angela,” he hissed, sliding his cock further into her mouth, forcing her to take it deeper down toward the depth of her throat. Angela moaned as she sucked his cock hungrily, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth until the tip was almost completely in the back of her throat. Fortunately, she had become so used to sucking Anderson’s massive cock that she no longer had any kind of gag reflex whatsoever, and she sucked it with precision, hoping that if she did a very good job, he would give her the orgasm he now had her aching for so desperately.

“I’m going to fuck your pretty little face with my huge cock, Angela,” Anderson told her, grabbing her head with his hands and throwing his own head back to close his eyes as he completely and thoroughly enjoyed the feel of her lovely mouth wrapped around his dick, sucking energetically, eagerly and passionately. He held her head steady and began to thrust his hips toward her face, forcing his cock even deeper into her mouth, increasing the speed and the rhythm of his pumping, fervently.

Angela moaned and groaned enthusiastically with her mouth full of Anderson’s dick as he literally fucked her face, plunging his cock deep into her throat, over and over again.

“Ahh, yesss, Angela! That’s a good girl. Suck this big, thick cock like you want it,” he said in a hoarse whisper between his sighs and pants of pleasure.

He reached down and began to fondle Angela’s exposed breasts, rubbing and squeezing them and gently pinching the nipples, causing Angela’s moans and grunts to increase and grow louder. Soon, he felt himself getting closer to shooting off his huge load, and he wanted to feel the walls of Angela’s tight cunt around his dick, dripping wet with her desire for him. Just the thought of it almost brought him all the way to edge of his own orgasm, and he abruptly pulled his cock from Angela’s mouth, stopping himself before he exploded deep into the depths of her throat.

“Do you want this cock, Angela?” he asked firmly, in a dominating voice.

“Yes! I want your cock, Anderson! I want it so badly!” she replied, begging for him to fuck her and bring her over the edge.

“Are you gonna fuck this cock until I cum deep inside your tight, wet cunt?” he asked her, in a louder, more commanding voice.

“Oh, yes, Anderson! I want to fuck you until you fill my pussy with your hot, juicy cum!” Angela cried, writhing with desire, wanting to be free of the handcuffs that bound her, but only so she could grab Anderson’s cock and push it deep inside of her cunt, which was yearning to for Anderson to fill it up, completely.

But Anderson did not release her from her handcuffs, just yet. He pulled his pants down to below his knees and took another surprising little device out of his other pocket. Though Angela couldn’t see what he was doing, she could hear that he was shuffling around. She assumed he was taking his pants down or off, which was correct, but what she wasn’t expecting was the little device he took out and turned on. She could hear a buzzing sound and she instantly knew he had some type of small vibrating device.

“I’m going to fuck you, Angela. I’m going to give you the orgasm you so deserve for being such a good girl today. But I’m not going to free you from your handcuffs just yet. I’m going to fuck you with your hands bound behind your back and your face blindfolded, but I’m going to make you cum nice and hard. Do you want that, Angela?” he asked her, intently.

“Ooh, yes, Anderson! I want it! Please! I need it right now!” Angela cried out to him with desperation in her voice. She was so aroused that she could barely contain her excitement any longer. Her entire body was on fire for Anderson and she wanted to feel every inch of his cock inside of her.

All of a sudden, Angela felt a vibrating sensation directly on her clit, and she instantly knew it was Anderson using the vibrating gadget on her. It felt like a vibrating egg or a bullet device, and it was definitely a powerful one. She let out a whimper of pleasure at the sensations the vibrator sent through her core. She could feel herself getting closer to an orgasm as small beads of perspiration began to form around the outer edge of her forehead. She arched her back, writhing against the vibrator, wanting to reach that peak that she was oh so close to reaching. Just then, Anderson took the vibrator away.

Angela sighed, raising her hips as if trying to signal Anderson to resume the sensation.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Anderson taunted her, in a deep, sing-songy tone of voice. Angela could picture him shaking his finger at her as if chastising her like a small, young child. “Not yet. When you cum, you’re gonna cum all over my cock, Angela.”

Angela shuddered as she felt Anderson turning her body over, leaning her over the seat with her ass up in the air. She knew he was about to fuck her and the anticipation was driving her mad with desire.

“Mmm, Angela, your pretty ass is still slightly red from the spanking I gave you. It looks so sexy.” He was whispering in her ear again, causing her to shiver, slightly.

“Please Anderson, I can’t take it anymore! Please, fuck me right now! I need to cum! I need to cum so badly!” Angela was begging for his cock, and that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

Anderson looked down and saw her slightly-reddened, perfectly round ass up in the air and her cunt was juicy and wet with her arousal. Her clit was swollen and moist and just looking at her in that state turned him on to no end. He grabbed his stiff, throbbing cock in his hand and rubbed the head of it against Angela’s dripping wet snatch, teasing her with the tip, soaking it in her juices.

Angela moaned and arched her back, panting with anticipation. She backed her ass up into his cock, trying to slide her pussy onto it. Anderson grabbed her ass with one hand and with the other, he slid his hard dick into her tight, wet pussy with a groan and a hiss of sheer pleasure. Angela moaned her delight loudly, backing up into him until his cock was completely swallowed into her cunt. He was so deep inside of her that she could feel his balls bang against her swollen clit. She writhed with pleasure and shuddered with delight, sighing and crying out in passion.

“Oh yes, yes, Anderson! Fuck me!” she cried out as she began to move back and forth, backing her ass up onto Anderson’s cock harder and faster and harder and faster. “Ohhh!! Yes!!”

Anderson groaned as he felt his own climax building. He knew Angela only needed one more good thrust to completely send her over the edge. He wanted her orgasm to be mind-blowing. She had definitely earned it.

He took the vibrator and placed it directly on her pulsating clit and turned it up on full blast. At the same time, he slammed his cock into her, hard and deep, while reaching around and squeezing her right breast, pinching the nipple with his finger and thumb. The combination of sensations sent Angela over the edge.

“Oh GOD!!!” she screamed out loudly, as her orgasm peaked and shook throughout her entire body. “GOD, Anderson! FUCK, YESSS!”

Her whole body tensed up and her hips began to jerk uncontrollably as the intensity of her climax engulfed her in an overwhelming wave of ecstasy. Anderson tossed the vibrator aside and his fingertips replaced it, applying just the right amount of pressure to Angela’s clit as her orgasm continued to peak, her hips jerking against his cock and the hand that was between her legs.

After a brief moment, Angela’s climax finally began to subside and she let out a long groan and a deep sigh of blissful satiation. With his huge, hard cock still deep inside of her pussy, Anderson felt the spasms of her walls tightening around his dick as she orgasmed, and the sensation sent him over the edge, as well. He grabbed her entire pussy and pulled her back onto his cock hard and deep, shooting his load off inside of her with a loud groan of ecstasy. His cock throbbed and pulsated inside of her as spurt after spurt of his hot cum shot out of him, deep inside of Angela’s soaking wet cunt.

Anderson collapsed on top of Angela with a deep, satisfied sigh. The two of them basked in the afterglow of their hot, steamy session for a brief moment, and then Anderson slid his cock out of Angela and freed her from her handcuffs. Angela removed the blindfold from over her eyes and turned her body around so she could hold Anderson close to her. The two of them embraced one another for a few moments and Anderson kissed her softly on her mouth.

“That …” Anderson began, breathing heavily into Angela’s right ear, “was absolutely AMAZING.”

Angela smiled at his acknowledgement.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Cromby! It was incredible!” she agreed.

Just then, the limo slowed down to a complete stop. Angela wasn’t sure where they had arrived at, but she knew she needed to get cleaned up before she could go back to work. Anderson rolled down the darkly-tinted rear driver’s side window of the limo and looked outside.

“We’re at my place, love. How about we go inside and get ourselves cleaned up and get back to finishing out this lovely work day?” Anderson suggested, before planting another soft, gentle kiss high on the top of Angela’s perspiration-covered forehead.

 

Angela knew that her time was running out and she was going to have to make a decision between Anderson and Mark. It was really starting to nag at her—seeing both men behind their backs. She knew neither of them was blind or stupid, and she was starting to feel a bit guilty about not being 100% committed to either one of them. She decided that it was time to have a serious discussion with Anderson about their relationship the very next time they were together. She knew that Anderson usually liked to have dinner with her on Tuesday evenings, so she made a promise to herself to talk to him about things, then.

As she got dressed for her dinner with Anderson, she could feel her heartrate beginning to increase with a combination of nervousness and anxiety. She had never brought up the status of her and Anderson’s relationship before and she was unsure about exactly how to go about doing it.

What if he rejects me? she thought to herself. What if I really am just a fling to him and he plans to move on to a newer, younger model as soon as he grows bored with me? What if that’s why he hired that hot new young receptionist?

Angela knew she had to prepare herself for whatever he might say. She was hoping with everything inside of her that he would feel the same way as she did and that he would want a full-blown, committed, long-term relationship with her. But if that wasn’t quite where his mind was, she needed to mentally prepare herself for heartbreak—just in case.

Even if he wasn’t interested in the type of relationship she was interested in, she intended to let him know that she would still be interested in carrying on their passionate, exciting fling, because honestly, Angela couldn’t see herself being completely without him. If she could only have him this way for a while, she felt like it would still be much better than not having him at all. If he did end up rejecting her, she wondered if she would be able to continue working for him.

Would things become weird and/or awkward at Anderson’s office? Having to see him nearly every day, knowing that she could never be with him that way again—or worse yet, having to see him with another woman, and having to work face to face with that other woman, each day—would be an absolute nightmare in her opinion, at least as far as her feelings were concerned.

She shook all of her thoughts from her mind as she checked herself out in her full-length bedroom mirror. She had just finished putting on her make-up and was almost ready to head out to the limousine that Anderson had sent over to her house to pick her up, when her cell phone rang, snapping her from her swarm of silent thoughts that were playing loudly inside of her mind.

Angela picked up her cell phone up from its current location laying on the bed beside the small blue purse she had selected to match her dinner dress and shoes. She looked at the number on the LCD screen and saw that it was Maxine.

“Hey, girlie,” Angela answered with a cheerful voice. She was happy to be hearing from Maxi.

“Uh uh! Don’t even try to give me that hey, girlie bullshit! Where have you been, stranger?” Maxine teased. Angela could hear the mock sarcasm in her friend’s voice.

“Oh, Max, come on! I’m so sorry! I have been a little bit preoccupied, I admit. But I was going to call you tomorrow if you had not called me first,” Angela explained. She wasn’t lying. In fact, she really had been thinking about Maxine lately and had made a mental note to give her a call or maybe even pay her a visit on the following day.

“So what’s been keeping you so damn busy that I haven’t heard from you in so many days? Is his name Anderson or Mark? Or perhaps a little bit of both?” Maxine asked.

Angela let out a small giggle at her friend’s blunt question.

“Actually, I haven’t really talked to Mark lately. I was supposed to meet him for lunch yesterday, but I told him that something had come up and I was unable to make it.”

In a way, though, Angela hadn’t lied to Mark. In fact, what had actually come up was her billionaire plaything, Anderson Cromby’s, thick, humongous cock. And when it came up, Angela wasn’t interested in anything else other than taking advantage of the situation. Something about Anderson’s dick had her completely hypnotized every time she even so much as thought about it. He had her utterly “dicknotized.”

“So have you decided which way you’re going to go, yet?” Maxine asked. Her intentions were definitely good. She only wanted her bestie to be happy and to have a healthy, blissful relationship with whichever man she chose to be with.

“You know what, Max? I think that I have. I am going out dinner with Anderson tonight. Though I have been somewhat afraid of asking him about our relationship, I’ve decided that tonight’s the night. I am going to spill the beans and let him know exactly how I feel and what I want. If he feels the same way, I am going to take that chance and completely dedicate myself to him.”

Maxine could tell by the tone of her best friend’s voice that Angela was serious. She was in love and she was going to let the man she loved know it. She had a deep respect for Angela. She knew that it couldn’t possibly be easy for her to have to make such an important and difficult decision between two men she clearly had deep, unfathomable feelings for. Maxine couldn’t deny that she was very proud of her friend, and she hoped more than anything that Angela’s love life would end up working out for her for the best.

 

Angela stepped out of the luxury car that Anderson had sent over to her apartment to pick her up and take her to the restaurant they were meeting at for a nice romantic dinner. The restaurant was called Chez LaFre’ and it offered an exquisite selection of top-of-the-line French cuisine. Angela thanked the limousine driver and walked into the front entrance of the huge, fancy, 5-star-rated French restaurant.

Her eyes lit up with wonder as she entered the lobby area of Chez LaFre’. It was one of the most beautiful restaurants she had ever set foot inside of. She looked around in awe as the host, who was dressed in a stylish black tuxedo, led her toward an elegantly-decorated private VIP booth up on the veranda area of the large venue.

Angela saw Anderson sitting in a comfy little VIP-area dinner booth, talking on his cell phone. He looked incredibly handsome in his three-piece teal-colored silk suit. His shirt was a multi-colored one, form-fitting, accentuating the well-defined muscles of his toned arms. He had the jacket lying beside him on the seat of the booth and his hair looked extra-thick and shiny in the dim lighting of the restaurant. The well-dressed Hispanic-looking restaurant host led her to the table and motioned for her to sit down in the booth across from Anderson.

“You look ravishing, darling,” Anderson said, standing up to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. He pulled out her chair and she sat down. Anderson sat back down across from her.

“Thanks. So do you! As usual,” Angela replied, flashing him a smile

“I took the liberty of ordering us a fine bottle of imported white wine and I also ordered an absolutely scrumptious appetizer I think you will like,” Anderson told her. He opened the bottle of wine and proceeded to fill their glasses.

“I’m really glad you invited me out to dinner tonight, Anderson. This place is incredible,” Angela commented, her eyes wide with impression.

Anderson loved the way Angela always expressed her appreciation to him.

“Anything to keep a smile on that beautiful face of yours,” Anderson stated with a grin. Angela blushed like a school girl, in spite of herself.

“There’s something I want to talk to you about, Anderson,” Angela said. She felt her heartrate begin to increase as the feeling of nervousness started to take over. “And I have to admit, I’m really nervous about it.”

Just then, the waiter brought over their appetizer and set it down on the table. The aroma of the food made Angela’s mouth water.

“Are you ready to order?” the well-dressed waiter asked them.

“Give us just a few moments, please,” Anderson told him.

“Sure, monsieur,” the waiter replied and walked off.

“What is it, Angela? I would like to think that you would be able to talk to me about anything,” he said in a soft, comforting voice. His face showed genuine concern.

“Well … I ... um,” Angela stammered, fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat. Anderson reached across the table and took her hand.

“Angela, please. What is it?” His gorgeous eyes were searching hers. It made her heart melt.

“Well, I was just … um … wondering. What are we? You know?” She looked at him with questioning eyes. “I mean, I always enjoy myself in ways I never have before when I’m with you. I’ve never felt so alive, so free, and so happy. But I want you to understand that if I am only a phase, only a passing fling, I am okay with it, as long as I get to spend as much time with you as possible while it lasts.”

Anderson grew quiet for a moment, as if allowing her words to fully sink in.

“How do you feel about me, Angela?” he asked her with a soft, but serious look on his face.

“Honestly? I am in love with you, Anderson. I have been for a while now. I just wasn’t sure how you felt about me, so I didn’t want to bring it up. I didn’t want to make things weird between us, you know?”

“Are you still seeing that Mark guy?” he asked her.

There it was. He knew about Mark. Actually, Angela wasn’t all that surprised that he knew. She knew Anderson was no dummy and that he had friends and associates all over the area. She just hadn’t been sure whether he cared or not. Angela lowered her head, feeling just a tad bit ashamed for some reason.

“Mark and I have a past. He wasn’t the worst boyfriend in the world, but he wasn’t the best either. He came back into my life right before you and I met. I never thought that you and I would end up where we are, and I wasn’t sure if we were going to be a serious ‘thing’ or just a passing ‘fling.’ So, I guess I was sort of keeping him around as … insurance of some sort, kind of a back-up plan.”

“Just in case things between you and I didn’t work out,” Anderson added. It was more of a statement than it was a question. He said it as if he had known all along.

“Please understand, Anderson, I have never met anyone like you before. You are a man who has everything in the world and you could have any woman you wanted. I was just scared that whatever you saw in me would eventually wear off, you know? I was afraid you would get bored with me and move on to the next new and exciting young woman who happened to catch your eye.”

Anderson listened to her quietly, allowing her to completely state her piece.

“If you could have your way, what would you want us to be?” he asked her.

“If I could have my way, Anderson, I would want to be with you for the rest of my life,” Angela answered.

“I want to tell you something that I probably should have told you a while ago,” Anderson began. “I have dated plenty of different kinds of women in my lifetime. Models, actresses, dancers, you name it, women from all kinds of different backgrounds and social statuses. You see, it’s easy to find a woman, but it’s very hard to find a woman like you.” He emphasized the word “you” and looked directly into Angela’s eyes. “You are beautiful, intelligent, driven, independent, yet still so submissive, and you are also sweet, kind and amazing in bed. You are the kind of woman I could see myself settling down with.

“You are happy whether we go to a 5-star restaurant or a have a turkey sandwich picnic in the park. You don’t need any of the things I choose to do for you, but you appreciate all of them. I can trust you with my business, and I feel like I could also trust you with my heart. I just didn’t understand what it was about that Mark that you just couldn’t seem to let him go. So I wasn’t sure if this was where you truly wanted to be. So I just never pressed the issue.”

Angela’s eyes filled up with tears of happiness that threatened to spill over and run down her cheeks.

“So what are you saying, Anderson?” Angela asked in soft voice, barely louder than a hoarse whisper.

“I’m saying that I want you to be my woman and my woman, only. If that’s what you want as well,” Anderson replied, giving her hand a little squeeze.

“Oh, Anderson! That’s exactly what I want! I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life!” Angela allowed her tears of joy to run freely down her cheeks. She was overwhelmed with emotion. She reached out and grabbed Anderson’s other hand and squeezed them both.

“These are the only tears I ever want to see in your eyes,” Anderson said, reaching up to wipe one of them away. Angela smiled at him as another tear replaced it. He leaned in and kissed the other tear as he placed something in her hand.

“What’s this?” she asked him, wiping away a stray tear.

“I want you to go in the ladies’ room and put it in your panties, right up against your clit. I have the remote in my hand. When you come out, you’re going to call this Mark character and tell him it’s over.”

Angela’s heart began to race again. This time, it was with excitement. She grinned at Anderson and leaned in to give him a kiss on the mouth.

“Order for me, will you?” she asked with a wide smile and then hurried off to the ladies’ room.

Epilogue:

Angela and Anderson became an exclusive couple and she broke things off with Mark, for good. She and Anderson enjoyed many more erotic lunch dates, dinner dates, and steamy, passionate nights together. Maxine fully recovered from her illness and eventually had the baby she always wanted. She made Angela the godmother. Mark met a new young woman at his job and soon got over Angela. Anderson eventually promoted Angela to his executive manager and proposed to her a year later.

 

THE END

 

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