The cold and chilly day did not hinder the people of London from going about their day, as the city was packed to the brim with pedestrians running up and down, the metros jostling up and about the underground tunnels, everyone so caught up on the newspapers they were reading or their smartphones. I was currently one of those people. My fully charged metallic smartphone was in my hand, not that I was busy texting or catching up on emails and news like how I assumed the people around me were doing but more less like trying to distract myself from the ongoing internal turmoils of my heart. I felt like I was about to throw up and it was not because of the hideous stench inside the metro brought about the different people’s scent occupying the metro, from those who had showered, the drunkards or the ones who clearly had their lives together indicated by the well ironed neat clothes and perfumes they adorned. The metro came to a standstill, as the door chimed opened. My stop was here at l
Deal! I heard myself say before releasing a shaky breath. His eyes were blank yet he had an amused smirk on his face, and I really cannot explain how that whole façade made me feel at that moment. He did not say anything else after, just pulled out a chair for me before signalling me to seat. “My lawyers will be here any moment to draft out the contract, and after that, you my dear will let me know, just how serious you are about our deal” Even though how he said it was very joyful and a bit sarcastic, I couldn’t help but feel the underlying darkness beneath his light words. Regardless, I had already cut my finger, the contract was already bound. Just like he said, the contract was done been drafted within the first hour of my demands being made. He just sat there, looking at me as the Lawyers took our signatures. Not once did his lustful gaze leave mine, and I never felt more naked than before even though every inch of my body was clothed. The heat was also turned up a notch in thi
A strewn of clothes scattered followed the pathway towards the blank and white bedroom which was two days earlier sparkling clean and neat. A woman sat on the shrivelled bed, conflicted. Her body still dripping wet from the shower she had taken earlier, covered in only but a white towel despite the chilly weather. It was only this morning that she realised she had no official clothes to wear. The only descent clothing appropriate for work being that of a white plain silk shirt that was too tight for her robust upper body and bottoms that weren’t really that bad but not good either, which she had only worn when she first came here. But time wasn’t really on her side and so she had to accept the fact that she had to make due with what she already had. Sucking in her tummy, she hurriedly buttoned up her blouse before putting on her flats and dashing out of the house. Boy did she hope the lace bra she had decided on did not give her any malfunctions as it was the only way she could find
“That’s right, pull it up. Let me see that wet pussy!” My hands trembled, from the sensations derived from my centre as it soaked my panties wet, amplified by his intense lustful gaze. He licked his lips, as he whipped out his cock. He never broke his gaze, not even once. “Touch it.” He lowly whispered. “Slowly, show me how wet that pussy is.” His breathe was heavy, it itself coming out in deep and low moans. If you are wondering how I got myself into this position, don’t worry you are not alone. I often question myself what I was thinking getting myself into this situation, day and night. The day had started well unlike its previous counterpart and this time I had managed to pull out a descent outfit. Hayden was in the office per usual, working his ass off. We didn’t even speak a word to each other till I pulled him out of his thoughts with my question. His hands were slowly moving up and down his gigantic manhood as he watched me slide my fingers in and out of my sloppy wet hole.
He was from Oxford! I repeat, the man who had seen me getting a man off in the office was from the prestigious Oxford university and not only was he from there but also the Vice Chancellor and I was apparently his new student! The hallways lacked silence as they were filled to the brim with students who looked like they lived in castles and drunk the finest wine that had been exported from France, their entire life! Nobody paid attention to me, as they either had their noses in a book, or their phones which I wasn’t complaining. I did not want any attention on me, that would have been nerve raking. I manoeuvred my way trying to find my way towards the registration’s office, but all I did get was lost and more lost. The way this school was built, was like a maze set out to trap a Viking. I had no choice but to ask for help. Summoning all my energy and courage, I slowly approached the blonde tall guy who was currently leaning on his locker, while texting on his phone. His seemed laid
A week had passed since the last time I had encountered Hayden. My work in the office had also been cut short and no, I hadn’t lost my job or anything. It was just that Hayden had left for Italy for a business trip, and with that, my work had fall short. I was yet to tell him what had happened inside that old man’s office. Even though that creep had given me only two days to give him an answer. I had still managed to evade him and attend my classes normally, with no threats whatsoever of being cut off. Maybe he was just bluffing, and I should not take it that seriously. Trying to be positive and not let anxiety take over me, I decided to utilize this time to decorate and furnish my house and If I do say so myself, the house was coming out immaculate.
Being in Italy had done me more harm than good, with my attention being constantly requested. Be it the soldiers, head Ranks, paperwork or women in the family that thoughT had a chance with me. But none of them, did it for me anymore, as I could tell by the brunette who was giving me one heck of a lousy blowjob, even Bambi who was still as innocent as a puppy, in this could do a better job. At least, she got me off. Damn it! it was long time I accepted that only she did it for me. Pushing the girl away, I called for security to take her away leaving her to scream deprecating names at me as she got pulled away by my soldiers. Fuck! I was still hard. Maybe my father was right! I really had been pussified. I discarded the sleek pyjama pants I had on as I sat
“He is going to see us Hayden, Stop!” I tried to reason with him, but clearly my words fell on deaf ears, as he continued to thrust his dick inside me, while my new vice chancellor tried to park his car into his reserved parking lot which we had managed to infiltrate it. Actually, it was not me, more like Hayden! I watched the old man from the windscreen shield which I was thankful for it being tinted, get off his car to come and knock at ours and am guessing ask us to move. Hayden’s driver who was seated quietly at the front, waiting on us to finish our shenanigans, slowly pulled down his mirror, to inform the fuming old man that his boss was quite busy and would get back at him once he was done. His old, wrinkled face was scrunched in confusion to which later morphed into realisation once he turned his eyes on the back seat of the car and watched the scene of me seated on Hayden’s lap, my plaid tennis skirt scrunched up my waist as my panties were pulled to the side while Hayden’s