How Far Are You Willing To Go I (Explicit)

“Your offer stands? I wish your mattress stood like your offer – then maybe we wouldn’t be spending Saturday morning in this fuckin’ office…” Bernice’s eyes damn near popped out of her head along with Tyler’s and Jordan’s. “Miss Robertson, please,” Gordon interjected. “Please what? Huh?” I got so close to that man Jordan and Tyler stood up at the same time. Jordan put his hand on my shoulder and Tyler sat back down. I remained standing, but I was nowhere through… “Please what?!” I got even louder. “Please forget that I could’ve broken my back? Please forget that the hotel staff and paramedics saw me sprawled out ass out? Please forget that what was supposed to be a night of passion turned into the night from hell? Please forget that I got a permanent fuckin’ scar on my forhead? Please forget that Jordan was accused of raping me? Is that what you want me to do?

How Far Are You Willing To Go II (Explicit)

“Bitch, didn’t I tell you mind your fucking business?” Once we heard the rumbling we knew what was going on…”Get the fuck off me bitch!” Sissy yelled. Jordan and I were laughing with our hands over our mouths as we could tell that my mother was choking her… “Trudy, get the fuck off me!” my mother yelled. “Trenice come back…” Jordan tried to stop me but I was in the door already… “Get the fuck off my mother!” I yelled as I snatched Aunt Trudy by the back of the shirt… “Bitch please,” Aunt Trudy said as she pushed me to the floor… “Bang!”

How Far Are You Willing To Go III (Explicit)

How Far Are You Willing To Go III (Explicit) “I just wanted everything to be perfect,”I cried as he stroked my hair. “Everything is perfect,” he said as he picked up my face and kissed me. “We’re here. Together. I don’t give a damn about the food. I just wanna make love to you,” he said as he pulled my face to his and kissed me passionately.” I wanna make love to you too,” I whispered as I started crying again. “Now that’s more like it,” he said as he started to lift up my skirt. “Trenice what the hell is this on your skirt? Is this blood?”

How Far Are You Willing To Go IV (Explicit)

“So you gonna tell us what happened or do I have to make you tell us?” “I don’t have the energy to keep you from tickling me Rachel so let’s just eat – but I have to do one more thing before we eat…” “Ok Trenice – go ‘head.” “Can we all hold hands?” I asked. “Ok,” Jordan said as he took Rachel and Jake’s hands on the right side of the table and I took Jake and Rachel’s hands on the left side of the table.”Dear Lord, thank you for this food. Thank you for sending us such wonderful husbands. Thank you for showing me that I am not alone in this world and for being there with me when no one else could hear me. Thank you for bringing me back. Amen.” “Amen!” they all said in unison. “Trenice?” “Yea Rachel?” “What did you mean by that?”

How Far Are You Willing To Go V (Explicit)

“Lord, please don’t let us wind up in jail,” I prayed as her husband grabbed Jordan around the waist and started kissing him on the back of the neck… “Oh hell no!” Jordan yelled as he turned around and was face to face with her husband. “Something wrong?” he asked. “You gotta back up off me with that,” Jordan said as he pushed her husband away from him. As her husband put his hands up and backed away from Jordan his wife pulled me close to her and started kissing me on my neck as she said, “I thought we could play with you…” “We wanna play – but not with you,” I snapped as I pushed her back.

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“I love him,” he sighed as he sat down and covered his face with his hands…. “And I love you too….”
“You love me? Since when?”
“I’ve always loved you Beautiee,” he said as he tried to put his hand on my shoulder.
“You got major issues,” I laughed as I pushed his hand off my shoulder.
“I’m serious Beautiee.”
“Well – you’ve got a fucked up way of showing it,” I laughed.
“I never meant to hurt you….,” he sighed.
“Yea – you and Willie have that in common,” I laughed.
“Look Beautiee…. we couldn’t help it….”
“Don’t waste your breath Trevor,” I interrupted as I got up to leave. “Ya know – it’s a shame you’re not straight,” I said as I put my gun in my bag and I put my bag on my shoulder. “You’re nice lookin’, you have a good job, a nice portfolio, and a nice dick – you could use a refresher course in how to please a woman but overall, I’d say you have potential,” I said as I put on my coat and headed towards the door….
“Fuck you Bitch!” he yelled.
“You just did,” I said as I slammed the door and headed down the corridor towards the elevator.

Feed me

I don’t know what it is about her… this whore…

I’ve been coming in here… watching her… go from man… to man… to man…

Every night our routine has been the same for the past week…

I come into the bar… I order a whiskey sour… the bartender places the drink in front of me… I reach for the drink… I turn to observe her whispering in this man’s ear… I start sipping my drink as they walk past me, whispering… giggling…

I see them leave the bar and head towards the hotel lobby through the bottom of my glass and as I begin to feel the effects of the liquor I ask the bartender for another and as I begin sipping my second drink I ask myself…

What is it about her that’s so intoxicating? What does she whisper in their ear that turns them into whimpering puppies so willing, so eager, to follow her out this bar, into the lobby, onto the elevator – what goes on in the elevator anyway?”

“Hey…” Her whisper startled me, causing me to drop my drink, spilling it all over my suit… bitch…

“Bartender…” she called to him… commanding… and I watched as he obeyed her command as she slid her arm underneath my coat and around my waist…

My initial instinct was to grab her hand… which I did… but once I touched her hand I couldn’t follow through with telling the bitch to get the fuck off me… her hand felt so good in my hand… her arm felt so good around my waist… she felt so good standing next to me, leaning into me… and my d*** was trying to push its way through my pants… thank God for quality zippers…

“Yes?” the Bartender answered, smiling mischievously… interrupting my thoughts… but not my feelings or my senses…

“I’ll have what he’s having…,” she answered as she looked up into my eyes…

“Will you have your drinks here or shall I send them up to your room?” the bartender whispered to her… as if I wasn’t sitting there… being held by her… smiling mischievously.

“Send them up to her room,” I commanded as I rose from my seat, not letting go of her hand, pulling her into me… walking towards the hotel lobby with her head laying against my chest. As we walked towards the elevator I began to answer my own questions from earlier with more questions… I don’t know what it is… but I want it… bad… I couldn’t wait for the elevator doors to open… I was starving… I had to taste her… so I leaned towards her face, tilted her head ever so softly… and kissed her…

“Excuse me,” someone said as they came off the elevator, some pushing past us, others admiring us, as we walked into the elevator. I began to answer another question I had earlier when I wondered what happened behind these closed doors… I tried to kiss her again and she placed her hand on my chest, gently pushing me away from her. My pride was hurt until she whispered, “Wait,” and then the elevator doors opened.

I heard the ‘click’ as she opened the door to the penthouse suite but my mind was a blur… she sat or pushed me down onto the leather swivel chair, sat across my lap, slid my coat off my shoulders, and as I closed my eyes there was a knock at the door…

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered as she went to get up, but I wasn’t having it… I had waited long enough… I didn’t give a damn who was at the door… I grabbed her firmly by the waist, brought her back down onto my throbbing d***… pulled her close to my mouth… and kissed her forcefully…

“Wait,” she said as I kissed and licked her earlobe and her neck…

“I don’t want to…” I said as I buried my head in her blouse, licking her cleavage, bitting the buttons off her blouse, licking and sucking her breasts. Her breathing and moans let me know she didn’t want to wait either as she pushed my head further down towards her nipples, arching her back so I could lick them and suck them… “Oh dear… please excuse me… I’m sooo sorry…” he said as he rolled the cart into the room…

“Can we help you?” I growled as she began kissing and licking my ear lobe… “I’m sorry… I knocked… there was no answer… I thought you weren’t here… your drinks… I’m so embarrassed…,” he cried as he turned to run out the room…

“WAIT!” she yelled – startling us both.

“Yyy… yes maam?” he answered.

“Come back here,” she commanded… and bring the cart with you.

“Hhhh… here’s the cart maam,” he answered as he eased the cart towards us, arm extended…

“Get out,” she commanded as she went back to kissing and licking my ear lobe. Something or someone took over when I heard the ‘click’ as the door closed…

“Now… where were we?” I moaned as I slid her blouse off her shoulders, exposing her voluptuous breasts…

“Wait,” she whispered as she slid off my lap and stood up. I was about to tell her I didn’t want to but she slid the satin pillows off the bed, dropped them on the floor in front of her, and dropped to her knees before I could say anything…

“May I?” she asked as she slowly and deliberately unleashed my throbbing d*** from my pants…

“Yes you may…” I whispered as I grabbed her head with both my hands. “Oh baby… it’s been so long…” I moaned… and then she stopped. Shit! She saw my wedding band! What the fuck am I doing here? I can’t… I can’t… I thought to myself as she poured my drink on my swollen d***, let it dribble down my balls, and proceeded to lick her way up…

“I can’t…” I said out loud… at leas that’s the way I remember it… but her tongue felt so good I can’t be sure…

“Yes… yes you can…” she moaned as she engulfed me into her mouth… the sight of her head… the scent of her hair… “I’m cominggggggg!” I moaned as I erupted into her throat. To my pleasure she continued to suck my d***, ever so softly, skillfully, humming as she did so sending small, sensitive after-gasms down my shaft…

“Wait…” I whispered…

“No…” she panted without stopping… “Your d*** is magnificent… more magnificent than I imagined…

“More than you imagined?” I panted as she slowly eased her mouth off my d***…

“Yes…” she moaned, kissing and licking… “I’ve wanted to do you for so long…”

“Come here,” I whispered as I pulled up to me and kissed her…

“Stand up,” I commanded, and as she obeyed I slid her skirt down to the floor, exposing her swollen vulva, glistening with juice…

“May I?” I asked as she climbed up to my face…

“Yes you may…” she moaned as I picked up the drink, spread her legs, poured the drink all over her swollen vulva, and proceeded to suck her dry. My attempts to suck her dry were futile because the more I sucked, the harder she came – the harder she came, the more juice there was for me to drink… and I was ravenous… and thirsty…

“Feeed meeee…” I moaned and as she grabbed my head and pushed it hard I slid my fingers into her p****… licking them dry as I pulled them out… licking her inner vulva and clit as I slid them back in…

I don’t know how much time passed… how many orgasms she had… or how she managed to smother my face without collapsing from orgasming… but I do remember being on top of her, inside her, smothering her muffled sounds of orgasmic pleasure not because I wanted to smother her but because I was so deep inside her I didn’t want to come up for fear my d*** would leave her… the more she thrust the deeper I went… “Harderrrr… yessss… give it toooooo meeee….” I heard… The next thing I remember is being back at the bar…

“Hey…” Her whisper startled me, causing me to drop my drink, spilling it all over my suit… again…bitch…

“Hey…” I whispered back… “I was telling my friend here about our night…” I whispered as I began licking and kissing her earlobe… “And he’d like us all to go upstairs… if you’re interested…”

“I can’t do that…” she whispered as she pulled me close to her and kissed me while my friend watched…

“Why not…” I whispered as I kissed her back, noticing out the corner of my eye that my friend’s d*** was standing at attention…

“Because…” she whispered as she leaned into me, kissing my neck… “This isn’t my p****… it’s yours…”

My friend disappeared… the bartender disappeared… the hotel lobby disappeared… I looked around at the sun shining into the penthouse suite… I looked into my wife’s eyes, pulled her close to me, and kissed her…

“You hungry?” she asked me mischievously…

“Yesss….” I answered as I slid down beneath the covers…

“Dammit!” I yelled as the alarm jolted me out of my dream and I banged my head on the nightstand.

“You okay honey?” she asked as she pulled the covers back and kissed my forehead…

“No… I’m not…” I breathed as pushed her down on her back and slid my tongue from her cleavage down to her belly…

“What can I do to make it better?” she moaned, arching her back…

“Feeed meeee…”

Work

I should be working but I can’t help myself… actually I could… but I don’t want to… I keep drifting back to the ‘work’ we did last night… my mind is ‘working’ with vivid, detailed, rewind and replay… my p**** is ‘working’ getting moist… my body is ‘working’ getting horny all over again… well… I guess I am ‘working’ right now… not at my job but hey… tee hee hee… My body is continuing to ‘work’ as my pulse is speeding up, my fever is rising, my face is blushing red, and my mind is continuously, vividly, recalling and replaying images of you… me… My breathing is increasing… oh well… I did sign on to the computer… my clit is ‘working’ right now… pressing hard against my panties… I’m looking at the computer… waiting for it to come up… The page cannot be displayed, the screen is white… but my mind continues to vividly replay you… me… this blank page has become my movie screen… I’m shutting this computer down… my body and mind are ‘working’ better than this computer ever will… My manager see’s my flushed face and realizes I’m ‘not feeling well’ and wishes me, “Feel better,” as I head out the door… People see me leaving the building and ask, “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” and I yell, “Yea!” as I run past them towards the car… I’m right across the street from you and I run straight into the hotel to book a room… When you see me come in the front door of your building your mischevious smile let’s me know you’ve been ‘working’ as hard as I have… Your manager sees me and correctly assumes we have a ‘personal emergency’ and you need to leave right away… Your co-worker yells, “Hope everything’s alright!” as I take your hand and lead you out the door… We dart across the srteet and trot towards the elevator through the main lobby of the hotel and manage to get in the crowded elevator before the doors close… We reach the 28th floor and I dash out first, running down the corridor to room 5725 with you catching up to me, coming up behind me, grabbing my waist, and pressing your ‘work’ up against me… I snatch the room key out my pocket and thrust the key into the door, we fall into the room, and hit the table in the foyer… me on top of the table… you on top of me… You stand up and pull me up towards you as I wrap my legs around your waist… You carry me to the bed, throw me down on my back as you fall down on top of me… And we go to work!