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Kelly felt like a different person. She could barely believe that earlier on it that very evening she had been standing in the bathroom, crying her heart out over Jake. Now, she could barely remember his name, and those emotional scenes of lovemaking they had shared together had been blown out of the water. She had never experienced anything like this. Scott and his body made her knees go weak. She had no idea why he had this effect on her senses, but it was true that she had never had so many orgasms during sex. Kelly was not usually a sexual person, but now it felt as though fire, ice, dragons and spirits were fighting through her body as she experiences joy, grief, guilt, pleasure and desire all at once, all heightened, all lingering.
She felt addicted. Even now, with her ass burning and her cunt sore from his large cock pounding deliciously inside it, all she wanted was to bend over his body and take him into her mouth to make it wet with her tongue. She wanted to rub her tongue over his balls, and make Scott groan aloud with pleasure, but she held back, merely looking at the man who was the cause of all of this pleasure. She wanted to touch him again, to feel his presence inside her once more, but her insides seemed to have turned to jelly, and she just lay, feeling the dying throbs of orgasm and pleasure as they ebbed through her and made her sigh at the strangeness of it all.
“Did you want me to stay over?” Scott asked, lowering his arms from his face. He looked different now he was spent – softer somehow and more like the shy man in the bar she had invited back.
“If you like,” she said. “I somehow don’t really care what you do,” she looked at him, feeling a soft of power shift between them. Now he was spent, she was the one to be giving commands, to be testing his boundaries.
“I guess I’ll take off, actually,” he said, sitting up and looking at Kelly’s soft body, pert nipples and open, wet sex. He stared at her for a moment, and then took off back to the bathroom.
Kelly heard the shower start and sighed, imagining Scott’s body under the water – the steam covering his skin and the water pouring over his taught, toned body. He was certainly worth seeing again, but if he was in a relationship, she couldn’t do it. She had already ruined one relationship; she couldn’t risk the death of another. She couldn’t hurt a woman, not even one she had never met.
“Thanks,” Scott’s voice came from the doorway. He was dressed, and had his mobile phone in his hand. “I’ll call a cab from here, yeah?”
“Sure,” Kelly said, feeling completely relaxed in her nakedness. “And Scott, maybe you shouldn’t be fucking strange women you meet in bars if you’ve got a girlfriend,” she chastised.
He smirked and rolled his eyes as he dialed the number. “Believe me, she’ll be doing the exact same thing,” he said, putting the phone to his ear. As he turned to speak to the operator, Kelly felt a strange wondering… Was that how modern relationships worked these days? People fucking strangers and there being no recriminations? She thought back to her time with Jake and concluded they had been terribly old-fashioned, but wasn’t this casual sex taking things a bit too far? She had to know what else there was to do in her new found single life.
“I’ll wait outside,” Scott said, pulling his jacket on. “Thanks for the memories, babe, that was a night and a half,” he ruffled her hair rather than kiss her, and Kelly was pleased.
“And if I choose to visit the Santiago again?” she asked, referring back to the club.
“Oh, I’m there most Thursday nights,” he said, shrugging. “Eloise doesn’t care for dancing or drinking, but I’m up for pretty much anything,” he grinned.
“See you around,” Kelly said, following Scott to her door and locking it behind him. Her skin felt electric as she pressed herself against the cold exterior door. She had awakened something inside herself, and could not wait to bring it to life once again.
Next Thursday night could not come too soon…
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Hard Interview
Jennifer Cox is determined to do anything to please her new boss, but will it get her the ultimate position?
The job of a lifetime, the adverts had said, and jenny had been lucky enough to score an interview. She had her strategy all set out. No more would she be the one in the trouser suit and flat shoes waiting to ‘prove herself’. This time, she was going in guns blazing. Short skirt, high heels and lipstick proved she was a woman willing to do anything to get what she wanted – and they had better be ready.
She was going to sleep her way to the top. No matter who she had to fuck, she was prepared to do anything. She was beautiful, young, and ready to do what her boss asked – she would be irresistible, employable and an office favourite. She eyed up the competition in the waiting room and allowed a small smile.
Piece of cake, she thought.
“Jennifer Cox?” a handsome face appeared at the door. “I’m Mark; would you like to come in?”
“Of course,” she answered, rising gracefully. She smoothed back her long red hair and followed the mousy-brown, slender man into the room. It has just a single desk and a chair before and behind it.
Perfect, she thought.
“Can I get you anything?” Mark went behind the desk and ticked Jenny’s name off a list. He took his glasses off and straightened a piece of paper. Obviously a perfectionist boss, but maybe there was something lurking under that smart suit?
“No,” she replied, “but you can have this…” and without any further discussion, she stood, unclipped her blouse and skirt and let them fall to the floor. She was without any underwear – completely and utterly naked and in front of a stranger, too. She didn’t care.
Mark’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in her shapely breasts, thighs and legs, still promoted by their high heels. She turned slowly on the spot, like a model, allowing the suited man to observe her body – her readiness and the lack in inhibition she had. She needed him to know she was fuckable and employable.
“What are you waiting for… sir?” she put her head on one side and locked the door behind her, lowering the blind over the frosted glass.
Mark shook his head slightly and removed his jacket disbelievingly. Jenny gloated with her eyes at her tall, handsome man who gave a sideways smile and slowly stripped in front of her. It was a delicious strip-tease in response to her sudden nakedness, and Jenny watched, biting her lower lip.
Off went the suit – jacket and then trousers, with tie and shirt still on. Mark folded his clothes neatly and put them onto the floor as if preparing for an examination. His handmade shoes were pushed off – the laces still tied - and Jenny resisted the urge to help him undress. The moment of awkwardness, the calm before the storm was hers to enjoy completely. The heating had clicked off, and in response, Jenny’s nipples jutted out to attention. She allowed herself a smile as she caught sight of the straining bulge in Mark’s boxer shorts be suddenly released. The glowing pink head of his prick seemed to reach for her, and she longed to lick its salty sweetness. She sat on the leather office chair, feeling the cool touch against her skin, and parted her legs slightly, seductively. Mark stared at the tiny glimpse of her sex and his prick seemed to grow even larger.
“Are you alright on that little chair?” Mark asked, gripping his prick in one hand and staring at Jenny’s supple and soft naked body. She grinned and spread her legs apart. Mark made a small noise before getting down on his knees.
