Thread: His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

Her text is answered almost immediately. 1137 St. Edward Lane. Penthouse sweet. Show doorman your ID, and he will give you key. If furnishing unsuitable, say so. I will hire decorator and give large budget. Paul She spends her day shopping, and retail therapy seems helpful. It is a little past 1 in the afternoon. She is having coffee in a beastro when her phone rings. The Caller ID says Paul. When she answers he says, Ansley Building foyer. Fifteen minutes. You are on the clock again. His voice sounds a little different, more assertive maybe. She has no time to change, so she must drive there as is. He meets her in the foyer, as he said he would. He is in an Italian suit and shoes. He looks her over, and seems a little disappointed. He escortes her to a glass elevator, and pushes the button for the top floor. They ride in silence until they are 34 the way up, and he produces a key which he uses to stop the elevator entirely without an alarm. He turnes to her and hands her a Robin mask from his breat pocket. You have the right to conceal your identity. He says plainly. He stands in front of the door, arms folded across his chest. Strip for me, slowly. Tease me with your body. His voice is flat, and his statments are more like orders than requests. She peals off her clothing, a layer at a time. She can see other elevators on the V shaped building's face, with theirs in the middle. He obviously planned this so that she would be giving a show to any who were curious enough to look. He watches her intently, his eyes roaming her figure as more and more becomes visible. He seems pleased. He inhales sharply as her breasts come into view. Beautiful, but you need nipple rings. Continue. He watches wordlessly as she takes the rest of her clothing off. He makes her turn around and face the outside world. He walks around her, stalking her as if she is his prey. He runnes his hands over the butter soft skin of her ass and gives it a playfully hard smack. He reaches under and feels her pussy. Damn, that is the wettest pussy I have ever felt. You like this dont you, Charolette. You like being made to do things. Hands on the bar. There is a wooden bar that runs around the middle of the elevator. Looking out into the city she can feel the warmth of the sunlight on her skin. She can smell his mannly cologne. She can almost taste his skin. From the corner of her eye she sees a man in the next elevator, he is staring at her, his hand is in his pocket, obviously masterbating. He watches her and ride past her over and over. When we are done, get your pelvis waxed. I hate hair on a girls pussy. She hears his zipper and feels his cock rubbing against her pussy lips. Does your husband tease you like this? Does he stroke your pretty cunt with his dick to make you moist? He pops her ass when she doesn't answer him fast enough, Answer me Charolette, now. He continues rubbing the length of his long shaft against her pussy lips. When his pelvis touches her ass, his dick head can just make it to her waist line. She canot see it, but she can feel it on her inner thighs, and it is very plump. When she answers he pulls back and slowly pushes his dick into her. He savors the feeling of entry, making it take an exagerted long time. She feels the head of his cock kiss her cervix and his pevis is against her ass again. God your pussy feels so damn good. I knew you could take it all. Now...fuck yourself on it.