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His Ethical Slut 59.
OMARION’S POVAs soon as I got to my mansion, I went straight to my study without taking my clothes off. I shut the door behind me and went straight to the shelf. My hand brushed through the books on the shelf. I did not know exactly what I was looking for. All I know was that I wanted to take my mind off someone’s thought. My body could tell that I had changed drastically over the past few months. My mind could also attest to the fact that I had changed as well; Omarion, battling with the thought of another woman other than his beloved Lizeth. It was just crazy.I finally picked three books from the shelf and went over to my study table where I dropped them and sat into the chair beside it. The table had been cleared by Madam Louisiana because the last time I was in the study, I could remember scattering books all over. What a workaholic woman! I grabbed one of the books and took out some files from my briefcase. They were files from a contract I have been trying to seal for over a w
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Omarion was confused. His maid was just blabbing on and on. He couldn’t even place a finger on why she was seriously defending Isis. “What the hell is this old woman saying? Does she even know Isis well?” Omarion thought to himself amidst Madam Louisiana’s blabbing. “I went to her house to check on her and found out that her dumb boyfriend broke up with her for reasons I know nothing about. How is this fault? First, Isis blamed me for her predicament and I had nothing to do with it. She caught her boyfriend red-handed fucking some girl which is none of my damn business!” Omarion thought. He heaved a sigh as Madam Louisiana’s voice kept going higher and higher. “I asked for sex yeah but the girl turned me down. When she accepted, we did not have sex at all. We did not. So, why is this fault? Why is everything Omarion’s fault?” he thought. “You have to tell me why you provoked that girl to leave your company” Madam Louisiana’s voice sank into his ears. He was fed up. “I did not make he
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A new Isis Talon had emerged. This one garnered every courage, confidence and comportment she needed for her new quest. The morning was quite a different and unique one. She had never felt more confident about herself like she did at the moment. Isis woke early in the morning. She prepared some breakfast, took her bath and got dressed in a span of one hour. She still had an hour before work begins. Isis stepped out and stood in front of the big mirror in their room. “Isis Talon…you are beautiful” she said to herself. This was the first time her instincts had finally admitted that she was pretty. All the while, she had felt less of herself. This new quest she had embarked on had given her the confidence she needed to exude in all angles starting from the looks. Isis was wearing a sparkling yellow skimpy dress that laced her body bringing out those curves that could make one gape. She turned around to check her backside and everything was just on point. Isis applied more red lipstick t
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Omarion’s eyes twinkled when Isis finished talking. “Could this be Isis? - The same adamant lady who had vowed never to have anything to do with him?” Omarion thought. He could not believe the reality that he wasn’t the one asking for what he had yearned for rather, it was Isis that made a move. Omarion sucked his lower lip as a slitter of happiness gripped his entire body-from his feet to his stomach…he could feel rumbles and bubbles…it was so pleasant that he could not wait to finally devour Isis Talon. His eyes were still fixated on her body which he could not seem to take off his head.She was all he admired at the moment…all he wanted to touch, feel and rip…Omarion felt this beautiful sensation that got him to cloud nine. His imaginations were coming to fruition…his notion that no lady would ever refuse him was becoming an achievable feat. Isis was not saying anything again. Omarion was lost in the admiration of her shaped body. He could see himself squeezing…ripping the dress o
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Omarion loved the moans coming from Isis when he slid his cock inside her hole. Usually, it was the best part of any sex for him. It gave him the feeling of fulfilment that he was doing the right thing and hitting the right places. Omarion could not get enough of Isis. He fucked her so hard until she let out a long moan and Omarion pulled out his rod immediately and she fell on her back on the table. Omarion was breathing heavily when he let Isis go. Her red hole stared into his eyes. He was not tired…he was simply giving Isis a break. In a short while, Omarion’s hands were all over Isis’ body again as he laid on her. He moved his hands around her hips down to her buttocks and squeezed gently while kissing her breasts. Isis could only breathe. She lay helpless and ready to condole whatever Omarion wanted to do with her. Omarion licked her down to her pussy. Isis moaned and groaned…it gave him more courage and he did it more quickly. Isis was getting every satisfaction she had missed
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Isis got home exhausted and worn out from a long day. Her legs and body were so weak that she nearly fell when she raised her feet to walk. In fact, she had to remove her stiletto heels as soon as she arrived home. With her bag in one hand and the shoes in the other, Isis placed her back on the door turned the door knob using her ass the pushed the door and it flung open. Thank goodness! Phoenix was home. How she would have stressed herself to unlock the door made her sigh. The sweet aroma of food filled the room when she got in. Phoenix must be preparing some delicious stuff as usual. Isis staggered to their room and fell on the bed with her face inside the pillow. She was really stressed. “That was one hell of a day!” Isis groaned and sluggishly rose to her feet. She picked up her heels and bag then placed them bag neatly where they belonged. She did not want Phoenix to complain. After that, she went straight to the shower and freshened up. While freshening up, Isis couldn’t take
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As a couple about to exchange their marital vows soon, James seized every opportunity to make Lizeth happy and not to have any doubts about his feelings for her. On that fateful afternoon, at the time Isis was making out with her boss, James took Lizeth out to one of his favourite restaurant; ‘Purple place’. It was one of the most famous restaurants in the city-the same place where he had proposed to Lizeth. Making sure that she relived every moment they shared on that particular day was his aim. As soon as he pulled over in front of the building, Lizeth was so pleased. “Babe…why did you bring me here again?” she asked. He opened the door and steeped out then did the same for his fiancée. She stepped out without asking further questions. “I hope that you’re happy” James replied and Lizeth smiled. She embraced him after he shut the door for a couple of seconds before releasing him. Then, he held her hand and together, they walked into the restaurant. Lizeth beamed with smiles as James
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Omarion got home excited and unusually elated. “Welcome back, boss” one of his bodyguards greeted. “How is it going, buddy?” Omarion responded. The bodyguard was shocked to his bone marrow. This was the first time in his entire life that Omarion was responding to his greeting with such gladness. He as speechless as Omarion patted his shoulder and headed to the living room. When he got in, Omarion dropped his coat on the largest couch in the room and headed to get a drink. He was so happy. His insides were tickling and a cold sensation grasped his breath making him rub his chest in excitement. “Madam Louisiana…I’m home…” he said at the loudest pitch of his voice. The old lady was amazed when she heard Omarion’s voice. “Is this some kind of joke? Omarion is calling me? Good heavens! I hope this doesn’t turn out to be a bad day” she thought. Madam Louisiana dropped the dishes and turned off the tap. Then she headed to meet her boss who lay on the couch as he sipped from a glass in his h
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