Thread: His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

When the phone went off again, she glanced down, though part of her wasn't surprised to hear a response so quickly. It was if Paul knew everything ahead of time. She drove to the apartment, and for the first time in a long time she felt like someone special and important. The doorman greeted her with smile, and he welcomed her by name after looking at her idea. The apartment was beautiful and well furnished, and she decided that it was satisfactory, at least for now. She decided that some shopping would make her feel better after a long day of picking out things that she hoped Paul would like to see her in, she settled down for some coffee. When the phone rang, she answered it quickly. I'll be there. There was no time to change, which was disappointing, but she jumped into the car and sped to the Ansley Building. Arriving at the building, she walked in rather quickly, greeting him with a nervous smile it bothered her that he was disappointed, but she didn't know why. Taking the mask, she took a deep breath, putting it on as the elevator stopped. It was a glass elevator, and Charlotte felt a flush of fear, nerves, and exhilaration as she realized what was happening. Slowly she began to undress, first the button up shirt, which fell to the floor, revealing the smooth skin of her shoulders and the curve of her breasts beneath the tight tank top. Then came the belt to her jeans, unfastening it slowly, she followed it by unbuttoning them and slowly sliding them down her hips, revealing more of her curves, her slender waist and firm ass. Hands hooked beneath the hem of the tank, causing it to slide higher, the smooth flat plane of her stomach coming into view as well as the black silk of her bra. Slender fingers unclasped the front of the bra, letting her breasts free of their prison, and she swallowed hard as he mentioned nipple rings. It was not an idea she was thrilled about, but what he wanted, he would get. That was the bargain after all. Finally, her hands moved down to her hips, reaching the strings that tied her panties untying them, she let them fluttered to the floor. She turned, facing the outside, her eyes falling on the man who was watching her. Her cheeks colored in rich dark pink when she realized what the man was doing. Gasping slightly, she jumped at his smack on her ass, but that was followed by moan, her pussy already wet. Yes, yes, I do. She bit her lip, grabbing the bar in front of her. The scent of his cologne filled her senses, overwhelming her. She simply nodded when he mentioned getting waxed it had been awhile since there'd been anyone interested in seeing her naked, and so she had simply let it go. She found herself wanting to be sexier, feel clean and smooth again. Her eyes widened at the sound of his zipper, and she knew what was about to happen. It had been so long, far too long, and as he teased her she moaned out. Her pussy was growing wetter against his cock, her hips moving slowly. She squeaked at his smack, answering his question in a shuddering gasp. N-no, never. Oh god, he never even touches me, especially not like this. She whimpered, longing to feel him inside her, and it took all her self control not beg. Her teeth pressed into the soft flesh of her lip, and a low moan filled the elevator as he slowly filled her, the firm fullness of his cock moving against her walls until he was completely inside her. Oh god. She pressed back against him, her hands gripping the bar in front of her firmly. Immediately her hips began to moved, caressing his shaft with her hot wet walls as he slid in and out. So good, she moaned, rocking slowly and rhythmically. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have him inside her or how willingly she had accepted the idea of fucking him in a glass elevator. The man in the elevator next to them had stopped it so that he could enjoy the show, he was now staring directly at her, masturbating unabashedly as he watched her.