The Proposition (3 page)

He was
hard, and so hot and huge in her hands as she grasped his base. She stroked up
firmly to his
helmet which
she was sucking on hungrily
with her lips. He groaned, cupping the back of her head as slowly, she twirled
her tongue around the tip of his shaft. He tugged back on her hair and her eyes
lifted to hold his narrowed gaze, never shifting as she began to edge her lips
down his massive girth.

Inch by
inch she swallowed him, her mouth stretching wide as he grew thicker the
farther she went. Once he hit the back of her throat, she pulled back, sucking
hard and teasing the underside with her tongue. More deep sounds of pleasure
echoed from his throat, and then he pumped his hips, suddenly beginning to fuck
her face.

She
moaned around his cock as he shoved it into her mouth causing her to gag at the
force and depth of his thrusts. Her hands reached down to cup and play with his
balls, till he withdrew and made her take them in his mouth. Saliva dribbled
from her mouth even as she coated him with loads of it. She was now gripping
his waist for balance as he face-fucked her faster, almost heedlessly. It was
almost impossible to breathe but she loved the sensation of being choked on his
man meat.

With a
growl, he finally stopped and popped his dick out of her mouth. He drew her to
her feet and then led her to a sturdy coffee
table which
was just the right height for her to be spread wide for him to go down on her
waiting pussy. She leaned back on the polished wood, clutching the edges as she
saw his face disappear between her thighs. His hands reached up to cup her
swaying breasts as he feasted on her sex.

Of
their own accord, her hips danced up and down with delight as he nuzzled into
her clit, his tongue flattening over her hood. Just knowing he was busy
pleasuring her dripping cunt was enough to make her drip even faster. It was
like her deepest fantasy come true.

He
sucked hard on her clit, making her fill the room with her moans. With his
fingers, he twisted hard on her nipples, pinching into them and causing
electric volts of sweet agony to shoot straight through her.

“Oh my
God,” she cried, her eyes rolling back with the forceful sensations rippling
around her, engulfing her. When he took one hand off her breast and brought it
to her pussy, she was powerless to keep from shuddering. His two fingers
pierced her slit and started to pound in and out of her in time with the licks
from his tongue. The bliss was almost unbearable.

Too
much, Megan realized, as his fingers in her pussy, his expert tongue, and his
hand on her tits brought her tumbling off the mountain peak. She cried out that
she was coming, and the next thing, her juices spilled forth upon his tongue.
Her whole body shook as he lapped up every drop, then he stood, and plunged
into her still shivering pussy.

*

Megan
gasped, her eyes popping open at the sudden, unexpectedly full invasion. Her
sensitive walls clenched and released upon the pole of a cock that was now
buried deep inside her. He’d wasted no time in letting her recover from her
shuddering climax. His hands linked her legs around his waist and he lifted her
off the table into his arms.

Clutching
his shoulders, Megan felt him grab the globes of her ass, then begin to bounce
her up and down on his rock hard staff.

She
felt weightless, nothing more than a rag doll in his powerful arms as he
masterfully fucked her upon his cock. He did this standing for a full minute
and then he backed her into the nearest wall. And then he really went in.

Megan
couldn’t seem to stop her screams of
pleasure which
punctuated every thrust as he pounded her against the wall. Their lips were
locked as tightly as their bodies and it was almost like they were fused into
one. Again and again he shoved into her, rocking his hips in angles that had
him aiming for her g-spot and hitting it every time.

She
tried as hard as she could to hold it back but it was there, waiting at the
brink: her orgasm. For the second time in barely an hour she was going to be
slammed into by another ballistic climax.

It was
hard, fast and hot: he was like a piston, moving with speed, precision and
almost mindless force. Her vaginal walls screeched at being so ravaged but she
could not deny she loved every second. And when he ramped up his thrusts even
more so that they blurred into each other, Megan finally surrendered. Crying
out against his lips, she came, her fingers digging into the skin of his back
as her body convulsed helplessly.

Even in
her wild state, she could sense that his own release had galloped in not far
behind. He buried his face in her neck, sucking on her flesh strongly as he
growled deep in his throat. He pinned her harder against the wall, his body
arching into hers as the last tremors shook them both. They were both bathed in
sweat and Megan knew she’d need a shower and probably even a stretcher to help
her get back to work…

***

Megan
woke up with a start, blinking her eyes at the clock at the side of her bed.
Thursday, 6.30
am
.

She
sprung from the pillows; her body soaked in perspiration as she realized it had
all been a wild, raunchy dream.

She
suddenly remembered that today was the day for her meeting with Heath Mayer,
and she smiled dreamily. How crazy would it be, she mused, if she met her CEO
for that business lunch and he ended up propositioning her, like in her dream?
She decided she’d better wear her favorite lacy underwear today, just in case…

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Jack Riding
continued his assault on Lydia’s clitoris and she cried out as her pleasure
mounted. As she began to twitch with the start of an orgasmic wave, he let the
riding crop fall and leaned over her naked back to whisper in her ear.

      
“Why did
you join the website?”

      
“Because,” she gasped.
“Because no man has ever been able to
make me come before he does when fucking me,” she turned her head slightly.
“Can you do it?”

      
“I can’t
promise anything,” Jack replied with a smile. “Now, head down,” he pushed her
dark locks over her face and took a hold of her hips. “I like a challenge,” he
added, touching just the tip of his cock to her wetness. She tried to back into
him and received a slap on her backside for her trouble. “Keep still,” he
snapped, and she fought to relax her limbs. Her legs, splayed apart with the
restraint revealing and displaying their hidden treasures, which Jack pressed
minutely against.

      
Lydia felt
the amazingness of having a lover just touching her – resting his hot,
pink glans against her entrance, but not actively seeking it. Her wetness mixed
with Jack’s pre-cum and they seemed to be joined in the heat of the moment.

      
Then, with
barely any thrusting at all, Jack pressed inside her, slowly entering her
passage, whilst all the time stroking her clitoris, gently, gently. Heat
radiated all over Lydia’s flesh and she felt the wounds Jack had given her glow
with a strange mix of pleasure and pain, heightened by this welcome intrusion
into her sex. She felt the glowing head of his cock pushing her sex open
– making way for the long, thick shaft behind it. She felt, more keenly
than before, the way her sex rippled and fluttered over the man’s cock, tasting
and touching every time morsel of it. It was more intimate than she had ever
felt before.