Last Day on the Job (part 2)
The idea was appealing for a couple of reasons.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I want to be with you, have a little fun.”
“Sure, why not.” I said, trying not to sound too eager.
“Okay, babe, let’s pretend that I just walked in and caught you seducing my boy. Obviously you’ll have to be punished.”
Going along with the theme I begged, “Oh please, Mr. Peeler, I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again. Please don’t be mad at me.”
“I wouldn’t be doing you any favors by letting you get away with this young lady,” he scolded as he sat down on the bed and turned me over his knee.
At first the spanking I was getting stung a bit, but after the first couple slaps, my ass began to tingle and, much to my surprise, I started really getting into the whole scenario.
When my paddling was finished I sat up in his lap, put my arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, “I’m so sorry I was bad, daddy. Don’t stay mad at me, I can make it up to you.”
This new “daddy” twist caught Grayson’s attention and turned him on immediately.
“Okay baby, daddy’s not mad anymore.” He reached between my legs, finding the juices Ben had left behind. “We’ll have to do something about cleaning up this mess though.”
With that, he scooped me up effortlessly in his arms and placed me on the bed. He stripped off his suit, revealing a very muscular body covered with salt-and-pepper hair. Climbing onto the bed, he pushed my feet up and spread my knees wide, revealing my wet pink pussy. “Let’s see what we have here. I thought I taught that boy to clean up after himself.”
He lowered his face down onto my wet, swollen mound and the instant his tongue touched my pussy I felt jolts of sexual energy run through my body. Pulling one of his strong hands to my mouth, I sucked his fingers until they were dripping wet. He understood my hint and started finger fucking me-one in my pussy and one in my tight little asshole. Between the magic his tongue was working on my clit and the forceful thrusts I was receiving, I couldn’t tell where one sensation stopped and the next one started.
Wild Side SexAs my body exploded in one orgasm after another, he made his way up to my face. I licked and sucked the juices off his face like a happy puppy.
“What does my girl want?”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please, please give me your dick!” I wasn’t playing anymore; I couldn’t wait for this man to fuck me.
“Have you been a good girl?”
“Yes, I’ve been very good.”
“Who’s my princess?”
“I’m your princess and I need a royal fucking.”
He laughed softly as he rammed his big, hard cock into me. I could feel his manhood probing, searching, and finding each and every raw nerve between my legs.
“Princess, princess,” he repeated over and over as he rode me with a pounding rhythm that reverberated through my body.
My moans turned to screams as my body gave in to the orgasm that was washing over it. When he was sure that I was satisfied, he pulled his pulsing cock out and shot his load onto my belly and breasts. Without thinking I sat up and gently cleaned our juices off his dick, savoring every salty lick.
Taking my hair in his hand, he pulled my mouth away from him and walked into the bathroom. I heard the water in the tub running as steam began to come out into the room. Returning to the bed, he picked me up and carried me to the tub setting my gently down in a cloud of fragrant bubbles. He washed my hair and body, helped me out of the tub and dried me with the most luxurious towel I’d ever felt. Leading me into the dressing area, he helped me into one of the hotel’s robes and sat me in the chair at the vanity.
While I watched, he combed out my long, blond curls and dried them with the hair dryer. Somehow he’d turned a common daily routine into one of the most sensual experiences I’d ever had.
“You’ve had a long day, princess. It’s time for your nap.”
Normally I don’t hang around once my services have been rendered, but I felt so secure and relaxed with this man that I was in no hurry to leave. I let him lead me back to the bed and tuck me under the covers. I drifted off to sleep in his arms.
When I woke up Mr. Peeler had gone, but the amount of cash he’d left on the nightstand let me know that he’d been happy with our time together.
As I finished dressing, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door to a delivery man with a dozen pink roses. After I took the flowers, I noticed that the man was wearing a business suit and was obviously not from the florist.
I’m here on behalf of Mr. Peeler. I’ll be downstairs waiting in the car, ma’am,” he said.
“But, I…..I don’t understand.” I stammered.
“You will once you read the letter,” he answered.
With that, he turned and walked down the hall to the elevator. I opened the envelope and unfolded the paper inside.
I don’t want our afternoon to end. If you feel the same way, go down to the limo parked in front of the hotel and get inside. My driver will take you to your apartment to collect your things. He has a key to a penthouse that’s yours to use. Enclosed is a certified check for $10,000 for your first month’s allowance. If this proposal appeals to you, burn your client list and let me take care of you.
I was stunned to say the least. Thoughts swirled through my head in the elevator on the way to the lobby. I’d always had to fend for myself. I’d prided myself in not depending on anyone else. Walking through the foyer I reminded myself that I was a strong, self-sufficient woman. By the time the doorman let me out I was thinking of all the years it had been me against the world, never with any help, all on my own.
Then, with a smile on my face and a strong belief in my heart that I was doing the right thing, I stepped into the limo and thought to myself how nice it would feel to let someone take care of me for a change.
Tempest DuMoor is a registered nurse and a single mother of four.