The Client
I had just left the office after a long day, and all I wanted was to go home, take a bath, and relax.
While passing through Victoria Station, a large hand with prominent veins and a wedding ring suddenly grabbed my arm. I turned around and was surprised to see a familiar face. It was Mr. X, a client I had worked with on a recent legal case. I was taken aback…I didn't expect to see him here.
He was tall, dark, handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a jawline that could cut glass. He was the kind of man that turned heads when he walked into a room, and I was no exception. His gaze intense and his smile disarming. He asked if I'd like to go for a drink, and I couldn't help but feel a tingle in my body at the prospect.
As we walked to the bar, I couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. I had always been attracted to him, but now that he was here, in the flesh, my body was responding in ways that were completely unexpected. I wasn't interested in small talk over a drink. I wanted more. I leaned forward, my voice low and sultry, and asked him if he would like to go to a hotel room instead. I felt a knot form in my stomach, knowing that this was a bad idea. I had always kept my personal life and my professional life separate, but something about Mr X was different.
I could see the desire in his eyes. I knew that he was married, but I couldn't help feeling drawn to him. He had a magnetism that was hard to resist. The tension between us was palpable as we made our way to the hotel room. Once inside, all thoughts of work and responsibility fell away.
He closed the door gently, and locked it. He slowly walked up to me and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. He picked me up from the ground and in his hold, I felt utterly powerless, dwarfed by his towering frame. The soft brush of his lips against mine ignited a fire within me, and all I could think of was the taste of his lips and the warmth of his embrace. Our kiss was full of an intensity that left me dizzy with desire, and I knew that I never wanted it to end. I surrendered myself completely to the moment, my senses consumed by the heady rush of his touch, and for a few blissful moments, nothing else in the world mattered but the two of us and the wild passion that burned between us.
As he placed me on the bed, his hands moved from my back to the buttons of my shirt as he ripped it open. I moaned against his mouth, feeling a hunger I hadn't felt in years. Mr X knew what he was doing, and he did it well. He explored my body with his hands, his fingers tracing every curve, every dip, and every swell. He started to bite my neck, his teeth tugging and tongue stroking as he traced my outline. His hands pushed open my legs and he began to kneel. He looked at me and I mean really looked at me, before attentively removing my thong with his teeth. I could feel myself throbbing for him, all I wanted was to feel the warmth of his mouth, sucking on my clit… I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed his head, feeling the silk of this hair and directed him towards me with such little resistance. As his lips started to kiss my clit, I could feel my whole body start to shake. My toes curled, my legs stretched out and my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
It was like I had been reborn. He slowly began to press his fingers inside of me. Oh he was a tease.. I longed for him to go deeper and deeper but he kept me right on the edge. I begged for him to go harder. He looks up at me intensely, pulls his dripping fingers from inside me and seductively sucks on them, licking them clean. I wanted to please him the way he was pleasing me. I feel empowered and I feel sexy. I grab his dripping hand and place them slowly in my mouth. I want to taste what he has tasted, I want to taste his saliva on his fingers. And fuck this man tastes good. As I’m sucking he begins to stand, I simultaneously drop to my knees, as if we are in a dance of passion. I can see him growing through his boxers. I lean in and press my dripping mouth to feel the hardness of his cock. I place my hands on the edge of his boxer line and pull down to his ankles. As I’m kneeling I can feel myself dripping onto the floor, I’m so wet for this man. I hold his huge cock in my hands and look up..’what do you want’. He looks at me with a fiery excitement. He responds ‘put it all in your mouth’.
I could feel his huge cock ramming the back of my throat, gagging on it with my spit all over his cock. It wasn’t long until he grabbed me by my hair and threw me on the bed. I lifted my legs placing them on his shoulders until he guided himself into me. This giant cock thrusting into me hard and fast, so hard that the bedside light fell to the floor. All of his muscles seem to be bulging out by this point, I was screaming with both pain and pleasure. I was cuming so hard, I hadn’t been fucked like this in months.
