Thread: His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

Thank god for hair triggers. Charlotte was glad that it didn't take long for Ed to peak, and she swallowed hard, more revolted by the moment at what had just happen. She stood, and a soon as she was dressed she reached into her purse for some gum, anything to get the taste of Ed out of her mouth. Chewing silently, she let the taste of mint overtake the taste of Ed's cum and took Paul's arm. As they slid into the limo, she tried to relax, to forget the Paul had made her suck another man's cock. Her eyes widened slightly as he beckoned her closer, his arm spread, and she accidentally swallowed her gum. But she complied, sure that she was imagining things. Well, until he held her close and stroked her hair so affectionately she sat lightly in his lap, listening to the tone in his voice as it changed, and she was shocked when he thanked her and offered her something in exchange. The documents were familiar, more than familiar they were something she'd dreamed of being able to make Roger sign. Tears welled in her bright green eyes, making them shine. She was free, no longer trapped under the weight of Roger's debt. Paul! Oh, Paul, thank you. She kissed him, overwhelmed by gratitude, and kissed him again and again. It was real, she was free, and she could have her belongings back. Her head rested on his chest for the rest of the ride, and she was content to let him hold her, still in shock at the change in his behavior and the fact that she was free from Roger. She found herself disappointed, almost, that Paul was going away for the week, and she thought of what she would do with herself if she had nothing to do. The doorman greeted them, and much to her surprise, Paul walked her up to apartment and then followed her inside. Still too surprised to think, she let him help her remove the bandage over the tattoo on her ass, and he even helped her clean it carefully. She could feel him admiring it, his eye lingering on it for much longer than she expected. Her eyes widened when he told her that she could remove them without breaching the contract, but his desire to have her keep them seemed so sincere that she couldn't bring herself to consider having the ink removed. I'll keep them, Paul. For you. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she couldn't believe she was agreeing. But before she could think about it for much longer, he was leading her to the bedroom and having her lay on her bed, still dressed. What sort of fantasy could he possibly have that involved this. But she was soon discovering just that, as he began to undress her, starting with her boots. She let out a soft gasp when his warm mouth enveloped her toes one by one, and she felt herself shiver agreeably. Her thighs tensed as his lips traveled higher, and she was immediately reminded of how different this was from earlier in the day when she had let him fuck her in the elevator for the world to see. She found herself aching for more. Oh god, it felt so good his tongue was warm and firm against her heated skin, still wet from the teasing at the tattoo parlor, and she was suddenly aware of just how aroused she'd become earlier. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes, feeling her body tremble gently. Oh, wow, yes. She caught herself whimper, her body reacting rapidly to the stimulation. Suddenly his tongue found it's way deeper, and she gasped loudly, hands gripping the sheets as he pussy grew wetter. The sudden contact with her clit made her cry out, and she lifted her hips, the tension in her body rising as she neared orgasm. The more he teased it, the more desperate she became for release, and she arched her body as a sudden wave of pleasure overwhelmed her, feeling her release flow from her body. But his assault on her clit didn't stop, and Charlotte found herself writhing and moaning as he kept going. Oh, god, yes, yes, yes. She cried out, jolts of pleasure shooting through her body, making her toes curl. On the edge again, she came, her body quaking as Paul took his fill. She readily obliged him, removing her bra and letting him take off her blouse, and she arched with a moan as his mouth enveloped her sensitive nipple. She called out his name, her nipple rapidly growing erect, and her fingers tangled in his hair for a moment. She arched to him as he entered, and she rejoiced in the way he filled her heat. Charlotte reveled in the slow entrance, the gentle rhythm, and she let her legs wrap around him, holding him there, inviting him deeper. Paul, oh god, don't stop. She moaned out, and the pleasure washed over her. It was so different than before, so much more intimate, and as he slowly fucked her, she came not once or twice, but three more times, each orgasm powerful and shaking her body. Her nails raked his back gently, and she ached for more, to feel him release inside her. Suddenly he seemed to lose control, and she cried out in pleasure. Her lips captured his in a passionate kiss as he came, his heat filling her. Charlotte fell asleep with her head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around her, and as the sun peeked through the curtains of her bedroom, she moved slightly. Sometime in the night, they'd managed to remove what little clothes they'd left on, and she was surprised when she began to awake, naked and in the bed with a man other than Roger. It was a pleasant surprise, and as memories of the night flooded her mind, she smiled. Recalling that Paul would probably leave soon for his business trip, a naughty idea flickered through her mind. She decided that perhaps she would give him something to think about while he was gone, something to miss. She kissed his chest firmly and allow her hands to slide lower, until her fingers found what felt like a case of morning erection. Smiling softly to herself, she let her fingers trail over his length as her kissed trailed lower, and soon her hand was cupping his balls as her lips kissed along his length. Charlotte lowered her head, enveloping his cock in her warm wet mouth, her dark brown hair cover his lap he awoke to the sensations of her mouth pulling along his cock slowly, her tongue stroking his skin, her fingers gently toying with his balls.