up to those ripe breasts, and
with his hands full he slid back and forth, sinking into the tight
elasticity which contracted beautifully at every stroke. Better
than a wank. Far, far better.
She was making
noises now, and her body was shuddering. He slipped a hand between
her legs and his fingers slipped in the dampness there. He pulled
her back against him.
Then, once
again he felt the buzz, and forgot to pleasure her as he brought
himself to his peak, hanging on to it as long as he could. He
pulsed inside her, the tight ring of her arse making the
ejaculation almost painful. They hung there for a moment, joined.
Then as he shrank her body squeezed him out with a soft plop.
Kevin lifted
her to her feet and walked her through to the bedroom, a persuading
hand gently slapping her bottom. 'You're so nice and accommodating,
sugarplum, I'll think I'll stay the night. How about that? I guess
we ought to get to bed fairly pronto, though, as I have to be at
the management meeting first thing in the morning.'
When Kevin
walked into the boardroom he fairly waltzed with the euphoria from
that long night's loving, in spite of his tiredness. He tried not
to think of the following days, when Alicia would be looking out
for him, waiting on stairs or in doorways for that quick fondle she
was now used to. They always felt possessive for some reason, after
a bonking session. He felt vague feelings of regret. She had been
so very easy to manipulate. Accompanied by a faint stirring in his
groin he recalled clambering onto the bed, how he had pulled her
head between his legs and asked her to suckle him into fullness
once more. It was so very comforting, and required little effort on
his part. She hadn't been too keen when her soft lips roused him to
another erection and he ordered her to circle him with her tongue,
but all he had to do was threaten to leave and she sucked harder,
and fought against her inclination to gag when he thrust her head
down for his ejaculation.
Now she would
be expecting more of the same, and for a while he would be happy to
comply, although it was never as good as the first time. After a
while someone new would enter his orbit, and his magnetism would
find a new target. It always took them a while to realise there was
nothing permanent in these games. Didn't the women talk amongst
themselves? He gave a private grin. Of course they didn't. Unlike
men, women didn't boast of the conquests, but almost seemed
embarrassed by them. He couldn't understand that.
By the
evening, of course, he would be tired, but it was a good kind of
weariness and he looked forward to the comfort of his own home. As
he thought of his wife his gaze softened. Esther would rub his
feet, run him a hot bath so he could soak, and if he felt
pleasantly tired, he might even find the energy to make love to
her. She deserved that much from him.
Frank
Brachlyn, the chairman, couldn't help noticing the almost
instantaneous level of tension that arrived in the boardroom with
Kevin. The men because they saw him as a threat; they really
couldn't understand what it was he had that they didn't, and the
women because they were angered by desires which had no place in a
modern woman's agenda.
Frank knew all
this, while remaining absolutely baffled to the exact nature of
Kevin's sexual magnetism. It was nothing he could categorise. The
man was fairly good-looking in a classic kind of way, clean cut and
presentable, verging on six foot, and looking stylish in whatever
he wore, but none of that was out of the ordinary. No, it was
something deeper; something more basic and primitive, something
very predatorial that could assess a woman's sexual experience and
availability in an instant, even while he was discussing interest
rates and market trends with her. Yet he still couldn't understand
why the women fell for him. One look at those cold eyes should have
put them off for life.
Thus, for
various reasons every person in the room loathed the sight of
with his hands full he slid back and forth, sinking into the tight
elasticity which contracted beautifully at every stroke. Better
than a wank. Far, far better.
She was making
noises now, and her body was shuddering. He slipped a hand between
her legs and his fingers slipped in the dampness there. He pulled
her back against him.
Then, once
again he felt the buzz, and forgot to pleasure her as he brought
himself to his peak, hanging on to it as long as he could. He
pulsed inside her, the tight ring of her arse making the
ejaculation almost painful. They hung there for a moment, joined.
Then as he shrank her body squeezed him out with a soft plop.
Kevin lifted
her to her feet and walked her through to the bedroom, a persuading
hand gently slapping her bottom. 'You're so nice and accommodating,
sugarplum, I'll think I'll stay the night. How about that? I guess
we ought to get to bed fairly pronto, though, as I have to be at
the management meeting first thing in the morning.'
When Kevin
walked into the boardroom he fairly waltzed with the euphoria from
that long night's loving, in spite of his tiredness. He tried not
to think of the following days, when Alicia would be looking out
for him, waiting on stairs or in doorways for that quick fondle she
was now used to. They always felt possessive for some reason, after
a bonking session. He felt vague feelings of regret. She had been
so very easy to manipulate. Accompanied by a faint stirring in his
groin he recalled clambering onto the bed, how he had pulled her
head between his legs and asked her to suckle him into fullness
once more. It was so very comforting, and required little effort on
his part. She hadn't been too keen when her soft lips roused him to
another erection and he ordered her to circle him with her tongue,
but all he had to do was threaten to leave and she sucked harder,
and fought against her inclination to gag when he thrust her head
down for his ejaculation.
Now she would
be expecting more of the same, and for a while he would be happy to
comply, although it was never as good as the first time. After a
while someone new would enter his orbit, and his magnetism would
find a new target. It always took them a while to realise there was
nothing permanent in these games. Didn't the women talk amongst
themselves? He gave a private grin. Of course they didn't. Unlike
men, women didn't boast of the conquests, but almost seemed
embarrassed by them. He couldn't understand that.
By the
evening, of course, he would be tired, but it was a good kind of
weariness and he looked forward to the comfort of his own home. As
he thought of his wife his gaze softened. Esther would rub his
feet, run him a hot bath so he could soak, and if he felt
pleasantly tired, he might even find the energy to make love to
her. She deserved that much from him.
Frank
Brachlyn, the chairman, couldn't help noticing the almost
instantaneous level of tension that arrived in the boardroom with
Kevin. The men because they saw him as a threat; they really
couldn't understand what it was he had that they didn't, and the
women because they were angered by desires which had no place in a
modern woman's agenda.
Frank knew all
this, while remaining absolutely baffled to the exact nature of
Kevin's sexual magnetism. It was nothing he could categorise. The
man was fairly good-looking in a classic kind of way, clean cut and
presentable, verging on six foot, and looking stylish in whatever
he wore, but none of that was out of the ordinary. No, it was
something deeper; something more basic and primitive, something
very predatorial that could assess a woman's sexual experience and
availability in an instant, even while he was discussing interest
rates and market trends with her. Yet he still couldn't understand
why the women fell for him. One look at those cold eyes should have
put them off for life.
Thus, for
various reasons every person in the room loathed the sight of