The heels of Eva’s favorite red shoes echoed on the tiled floor of CULID plc. She made her way past Kim as she headed to Denzel’s office. Kim hurriedly followed her. She knew whom she was; Eva Simpson, the daughter of one of the board members of CULID plc, Jamie Simpson. “Hey ma’am, I’m afraid but Mr. Denzel isn’t in the office now and besides, you didn’t schedule an appointment with him,” Kim said trying to slow her down or possibly stop her. Eva ignored her walking elegantly like a runway princess as she headed to Denzel’s office. Kim tried all she could to prevent her from entering into her boss’s office but Eva wasn’t going to take any of that. She walked into Denzel’s office where she sat down comfortably. “I’m gonna get married to Denzel quite soon, so I guess you should get used to seeing me here quite often,” she said to Kim

Kate woke up in the morning, she heard a sound coming from the kitchen. She quickly got out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen. She gaped her mouth surprised seeing Denzel in the kitchen making breakfast. He looked so serious as he diced the vegetables, there was a pot steaming on the fire too. He looked so focused that he didn’t know when Kate had entered the kitchen. He was shirtless and Kate couldn’t help but drool over his sexy upper body. Her eyes ran through his neck to his waistline as she carefully examined every feature of him. His strong biceps contrasted and relaxed in quick succession as he diced the vegetables. His abs stood firm decorated by shallow hairs neatly arranged from his chest down to the waistline of the briefs he wore. He looked so perfect. She wished she could run her hands over his hairy chest but that would definitely not be a good idea. No, no way, she said to herself shaking off the idea that was already gathering in her head. There w

Karen got home to find a number of parcels waiting for her in the tatty lobby. Dashing up to her room, she opened them with trembling anticipation. There was a pair of shoes, black satin with impossibly high heels; they were beautiful but not intended for actually walking in. Denzel seemed tall, but standing whilst wearing them, she seemed she might be taller. Or perhaps not, as he seemed well over six feet tall.   There were also stockings and underwear, mainly in black, but some in red and others in white. A bodice, with long silk laces dangling invitingly. A skirt, with a long slit up the side, in a far more daring cut than she would normally wear. Another skirt, this one a wraparound style, and she noticed it was cut for easy access. The list went on, and she was dazzled at how she suddenly had so many beautiful things.   She might not wear them all, and so she took her time, trying them on, in turn, twisting this way an

Kate sat on the kitchen chair lost in thought. Her encounter with her boss the past few weeks had been one hell of an experience. A sweet-bitter experience she must say. He would always hurt her so much but would always find a way to pacify her and get her to feel better and forget about the whole issue. He had just promised to take her to her favorite magazine fashion week show. She had always revered going for the runway show of one of the greatest fashion designer companies in America and perhaps the whole world but sadly she could not afford it.Maybe she was beginning to develop a soft spot for him or perhaps, she was beginning to like him… hell no! came a thunderous reply from her head snapping her out of her thoughts. There is no way in hell she was going to fall for that monster who did nothing else but derived joy in hurting her so much. He was such a possessive rich man who thinks everything could be bought with money including people’s happiness. Falli

Just as her orgasm had washed through her, she came back down from flying, and his lips were on hers, his hands running through her hair. She didn't need any persuasion as they changed positions, and she found herself on her knees, with the beautiful masterpiece of a cock right in front of her. she marveled for a moment, and only hoped she could show him the same tender worship he had shown to her. She closed her eyes as her mouth met his cock. He groaned as she kissed him softly, sucking lightly on the head. It was really a beautiful cock he had. Once she had the head in her mouth, she struggled to maintain control of her hunger for him, sucking and stroking his cock, wanting more and more of it in her mouth. The feeling she got from having him in her hands, in her mouth, in her possession, and under her control forever, had a warmth shooting from her heart, to between her thighs. She felt as though nothing could hurt her; not even the painful demise of her mother, as long as he wa