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His Ethical Slut 63.
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
His Ethical Slut 64.
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
His Ethical Slut 65.
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
His Ethical Slut 66.
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
His Ethical Slut 67.
Early in the morning, Omarion got up and dressed for work after the usual drill of bathing and having breakfast which was skipped sometimes anyway. He got into his car excitedly, dropped his briefcase at the back seat and sat in the driver’s seat. He was so elated and his whole body could attest to this fact. Omarion had never felt this way before. The joy he felt inside him was inexplicable. It was beyond just having sex, beyond making out with Isis. It was beyond the rounds and rounds of sex they had in his office. Omarion smiled all through his ride. It was exactly 6:30am when Omarion’s car pulled over at the company’s parking lodge. Humming an unknown song, he stepped out of the car, shut the door behind him and opened the door of the back seat. Omarion picked his briefcase and adjusted his coat. He heaved a sigh and headed into the building leaving the door to be closed by his bodyguards. He pressed the button on the elevator and it counted from one through ten before the door o
His Ethical Slut 68.
Omarion gazed at Isis from her head down her toes. Then, he yelled out Rachael’s name. “Racheal!” Isis couldn’t move an inch. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Omarion grabbed the telephone on the table and put a call through to Racheal. “Sir?” her tiny voice responded from the other end of the call. “To my office, now!” he shouted. Racheal must have moved the phone away from her ear as soon as he spoke because his voice was loud and sunk into the ear in the most unpleasant manner that could block one’s eardrums and confine him or her to a lifetime of deafness. In a couple of seconds, the door was opened and Racheal stepped in. Isis took a few steps aside as Racheal nearly pushed her down to the floor. “Sir Omarion…you called me” she said. Omarion was even more furious. Racheal was well aware of the reason why he had called as soon as she saw Isis but pretended not to have a clue. She faked a smile which she flashed at her boss. His face was blank. Racheal sucked in her fake smile as
His Ethical Slut 69.
Isis was blushing, her insides tickling…the heat from her feet spreading through her body as his hand touches her hair. “I have missed you” she confessed. Her lips partly open as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth. Immediately, Omarion was gripped with that passion, that urge that he could not control whenever she was around him. Isis had pressed the right button. Omarion lost control of his senses and every single thing that had often held him from having his way around Isis. He grabbed her waist, pulled to his body and sauntered on her full lips. His hands were now on her face as he held it closely with his palms. All he could hear was Isis’ breaths brushing the hairs on his neck as he harassed her lips. Isis raised her hands and cupped around Omarion’s neck. She kissed him back, allowing her tongue roll freely in his mouth. They sucked each other up gracefully, passionately…with every iota of strength they had. Isis released her fears…she allowed Omarion use her just the w
His Ethical Slut 70.
Isis was having the best moments of her life with Omarion. Every single day, she would wrap up quickly in the office, slip to Omarion’s and have sex. Isis could not hold herself back. Omarion had awakened her sexual nerves. Now, she wanted it daily, not weekly, annually or occasionally. She wanted him all over her every single day. As each day unfolded, the yearning became deeper and greater, with both boss and employee not being able to resist each other. Omarion loved it. Isis adored it. She wanted more…went for more and kept up the pace consistently; finish work swiftly, rush to Omarion’s office and have a feel of their bodies. Throughout the week, Isis and Omarion made out consistently. They don’t utter a word to each other but it was clear that the bond was strengthening …getting stronger as each day passes by. Isis would walk into the office, lock the door behind her to avoid predators like Racheal badging in and interrupting their fun. She would smile, walk majestically and me
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