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Part 3: Sex Sells
by Shayla Pandava
[This is Part 3 of our ongoing story, Sex Sells. If you missed Parts 1 or 2, they are alive and well and lliving in our archives. You can look them up and read them there. But til then, here's where we left off last week: "He laid a couple of silky kisses on my ear, his breathing deep, animal. 'But then you'd hate me for compromising you. Especially if these people walked in on us, like they're about to do. You have a lot to lose here and it's my job to make sure that you don't.' But for the first time he put his hand directly on my cunt, between the lips, the place I'd tried to drag it to before, the place that wanted to feel him, where I was well and truly wet. His fingers made me tingle, and more juice escaped from my hole. A wet hole knows no discretion." And now for part 3:]
"You're a hot babe," he said. "I'll do whatever you want me to do."
But when I reached for his crotch, he blocked my hand.
"Later," he said. Master of mixed message. OK, so I was at a business party and some couple outside the door was about to catch me with my panties down. I should have known better. Jim brought my hand up to his lips, the hand with all the horn juice on it. He kissed it -- back, front, and fingers. He licked them clean. If that was supposed to get my mind back on business, it only made me wetter. "Right now," he said, "you're so hot those money men won't know what hit them. "You need to go out there and do some damage. Make business, not love."
More than hearing two anxious lovers necking just outside the door, I had needed to hear Jim's promise to fuck me later. So I could disengage. So I could get my head back. Even though I knew he was lying. He didn't intend for there to be a "later."
I backed up against the door, but when I went to slide the red lace of my thong boy up my thighs, Jim reached under my fingers and pulled the panties up for me. He took both my hands away and set them back against the door. He patted my mound: nice pussy. He kissed the silk at my nipple. He pulled up my panty hose, knowing how to bunch them just right and release the extra material slowly, so it's not pulling downwards all night. I was his doll to dress. He ran his hands up my thighs, caught my crotch with one and pressed up slightly, a hugging pressure that eased the horny twat-twitch that tingled there. He landed two soft kisses on my cheek. "You're so sexy right now," he whispered. He let his hand rest on my crotch for a second more and slowly drew my skirt down, smoothing it out and brushing it off with his fingertips.
"I'll make you just a little more sexy," he said, "since it's part of my job." And he pressed his palms against my breasts, making a circular motion until my nipples turned into pink pearls and pouted through the silk. Oh my. Horny marketing types would be able to smell me throughout the house.
Just then the door opened, throwing me forward, and Jim let his hands drop to his sides. Another couple burst through -- the guy with his hand buried in the bodice of the girl's low-cut dress, obviously playing with her breast. He used that hand to guide her into the room, as if the rather plump breast spilling out of her seams were a steering wheel.....Read member's erotic stories at adultfriendfinder