hands around his neck as he threw his whole body into fucking her. She was so wet that she could hear the splattering sound as his pelvis bumped against her pussy. Mr. White had clenched his teeth together; she could tell that he was holding himself back from biting her. Mary tightened her legs around him, so close to having an orgasm that her teeth ached from clenching her jaw. He groaned into her chest. Then his cock burst inside her and Mary’s pussy clenched around it as she was filled with his thick seed.
She slid down the wall as he released her and hastily pulled on her panties. Mr. White grinned at her, and then pushed the button so that the elevator was moving again. Mary repositioned her dress as the door opened and people filled the elevator. She looked down to her feet, trying not to look too guilty. She knew that her face must be red and that her hair was a mess. She clenched her thighs together, desperate to keep Mr. White’s semen inside.
He beckoned her as the elevator stopped and the group of people stepped aside to let her pass, oblivious to the fact that they had almost walked in them fucking.
Looking down the halls, he gave her a lusty kiss as the elevator doors closed and told her to get into her room and get ready.
When Mary entered her hotel room, she noticed a lovely, white cocktail dress spread out on the bed with matching shoes and the diamond choker.
“Mr. White,” she said to the empty room. “You shouldn’t have.”
* * *
It had taken a couple hours for her to get ready. Showering had been a must after their tryst in the elevator. She wore her hair in an elegant French twist, and applied dark makeup around her eyes. With her frosty, pink lips and her diamond choker snug around her neck, she knew Mr. White wouldn’t be able to resist her.
She clutched a little white handbag and knocked on Mr. White’s door, which adjoined into her room. The door swung open, and he entered inside.
He had chosen a steel grey pinstripe suit with a white shirt underneath and a cold, blue tie. His hair had been carefully groomed so that not a strand of hair looked out of place. His eyes widened as he took in her appearance. He seemed momentarily speechless.
“Should we go?”
“In a moment,” he finally said as he closed the distance between them. He took her face in her hands and kissed her.
Mary kissed back hungrily; his scent had inflamed her nose. His tongue roughly parted her lips and as his hands traveled down her cocktail dress her heart jumped in her throat. Seized by a different hunger, his lips left her mouth to travel down her neck to suck on the nearly healed puncture wounds.
She pushed on his chest slightly and he broke away immediately.
His lips were stained with her lipstick and his breathing was ragged. “Yes, we should be leaving soon.”
He wiped his lips with a handkerchief and Mary disappeared in the bathroom to close her eyes and sigh. She reapplied her makeup and left the bathroom.
“There will be many of my associates at the party, Mary,” he said when she reentered the room. “It is the utmost importance that you behave in a professional manner. Remember that you represent me at this party.”
“Of course,” she said, somewhat miffed that he would think she needed a reminder.
He smiled at her, pleased that she had cottoned on. “Afterwards, there is a BDSM convention in the hotel where I’ve already sold tickets to, ah, people like me who would like to engage in a session with you.”
Mary felt desire inflame her pussy at the thought of her Master selling her to other men who wanted to use her for their base desires.
“Would my Slave enjoy that?” he murmured as he stroked her cheek.
“I only want to please my Master.”
* * *
Mary trembled like a leaf in the wind as the sounds of the party grew louder. She had never been to such an event and despite Mr. White’s bravado and the glass of wine she’d had earlier, she had to fight the urge to tear down
She slid down the wall as he released her and hastily pulled on her panties. Mr. White grinned at her, and then pushed the button so that the elevator was moving again. Mary repositioned her dress as the door opened and people filled the elevator. She looked down to her feet, trying not to look too guilty. She knew that her face must be red and that her hair was a mess. She clenched her thighs together, desperate to keep Mr. White’s semen inside.
He beckoned her as the elevator stopped and the group of people stepped aside to let her pass, oblivious to the fact that they had almost walked in them fucking.
Looking down the halls, he gave her a lusty kiss as the elevator doors closed and told her to get into her room and get ready.
When Mary entered her hotel room, she noticed a lovely, white cocktail dress spread out on the bed with matching shoes and the diamond choker.
“Mr. White,” she said to the empty room. “You shouldn’t have.”
* * *
It had taken a couple hours for her to get ready. Showering had been a must after their tryst in the elevator. She wore her hair in an elegant French twist, and applied dark makeup around her eyes. With her frosty, pink lips and her diamond choker snug around her neck, she knew Mr. White wouldn’t be able to resist her.
She clutched a little white handbag and knocked on Mr. White’s door, which adjoined into her room. The door swung open, and he entered inside.
He had chosen a steel grey pinstripe suit with a white shirt underneath and a cold, blue tie. His hair had been carefully groomed so that not a strand of hair looked out of place. His eyes widened as he took in her appearance. He seemed momentarily speechless.
“Should we go?”
“In a moment,” he finally said as he closed the distance between them. He took her face in her hands and kissed her.
Mary kissed back hungrily; his scent had inflamed her nose. His tongue roughly parted her lips and as his hands traveled down her cocktail dress her heart jumped in her throat. Seized by a different hunger, his lips left her mouth to travel down her neck to suck on the nearly healed puncture wounds.
She pushed on his chest slightly and he broke away immediately.
His lips were stained with her lipstick and his breathing was ragged. “Yes, we should be leaving soon.”
He wiped his lips with a handkerchief and Mary disappeared in the bathroom to close her eyes and sigh. She reapplied her makeup and left the bathroom.
“There will be many of my associates at the party, Mary,” he said when she reentered the room. “It is the utmost importance that you behave in a professional manner. Remember that you represent me at this party.”
“Of course,” she said, somewhat miffed that he would think she needed a reminder.
He smiled at her, pleased that she had cottoned on. “Afterwards, there is a BDSM convention in the hotel where I’ve already sold tickets to, ah, people like me who would like to engage in a session with you.”
Mary felt desire inflame her pussy at the thought of her Master selling her to other men who wanted to use her for their base desires.
“Would my Slave enjoy that?” he murmured as he stroked her cheek.
“I only want to please my Master.”
* * *
Mary trembled like a leaf in the wind as the sounds of the party grew louder. She had never been to such an event and despite Mr. White’s bravado and the glass of wine she’d had earlier, she had to fight the urge to tear down
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