All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]
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				Title: <strong>All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 21:02:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.superbwallpapers.com/wallpapers/male-celebrities/chris-pine-11495-400x250.jpg)</div>'Fuck', the curse, though hurled in the safety of a&nbsp; mental dialogue still reflected in his demeanor. His dark eyes burned from frustration that was nigh relentless. His jaw was set, purveying a grimace that fit the unkempt nature of his hair. Alert to the looks he had hoped not to attract, Eric Porter adjusted his disconcerting behavior. 'Luck of the draw, eh? One goes your way, the other knocks you on your ass'. A due assortment of sympathetic laughter and nodding occurred. One slapped his shoulder and spewed an appalling excuses for wisdom to which he politely smiled, watching the hapless bastards be lured by the house and its tricks. He became part of the crowd in the exotic Cloud Nine hotel and casino and for now, that was exactly how he liked it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>What did he have to do to get into her goddamn pants?! It was driving him nuts. <br><br>Porter's fascination with the mass of humanity screaming and hooting, whilst their life's savings were flushed with each throw, spin or toss of a tiny plastic ebbed away. He was grateful for their doldrums or celebrations or just simple weak wills. He wouldn't have a profession were it not for their compulsive instincts- if CEO of Cloud Nine enterprises could be termed so loosely. Weariness soothed his anger and he wanted nothing more than to empower it. A double scotch on the rocks would do wonders in that regard. His barkeep was most gracious and he tipped his drink to her, 'To easy women', he murmured, summoning his pathological greed and toasting the one thing not in his grasp. <br><br>It was an efficient ally at the best of times. A loathing with the present, matched only by his craving for better future has propelled him from a juvenile delinquent to managing a multi billion dollar company. Of course, it didn't hurt to have manipulated his "girlfriend", rather his "fiance" as of forty five minutes ago, into loving him. Greed featured prominently in that endeavor too, but recently it had become a double edged sword. His better half led a life of morals. Her dearest wish was to find her husband's bed in the purest state, but only on her wedding night. Blinded by the prospect of a virgin, an emphatically beautiful and rich one at that and his greed, of course,&nbsp; he had proposed to her. All looked well until his fingers trailed beneath her dress. His breath had misted at the feel of her creamy thighs and he had all but screamed "Hallelujah" when her back arched to his caress. He was going to have her. After four years of painstaking effort, he was going to fuck Sophia.<br><br>But the bitch had regained her prudish mind and squirmed free of his wicked touch, her eyes dancing coyly whilst she paraded the same old dated sentiment. She was virgin for him now. They were practically husband and wife, considering that giant rock glinting on her finger. Why the hell wont she fuck him?!<br><br>He jutted his forefinger out to signal for a refil. 'Drowning your sorrows , sugar?', asked the barkeep, her voice refreshingly kind for someone whose appearance was fit to kill. 'Oh, more like a small disappointment', he smirked, feeling a lovely glow persuading his facilities to relax. 'Keep em comin, Stell'. She nodded and with a bit of an ironic smirk, topped his glass off with the most girly umbrella in her tray. 'You're gonna pay for that'<br><br>'Its been a long time since you made me pay, Mr Porter', her voice was liquid honey and her eyes had melted beneath a viciously passionate gaze. <br><br>Courage bubbled forth and he permitted his Macallan 1939 to cloud better judgment. He wanted pussy tonight. What did it matter where he got it from, especially when his charming wife clung to her self-righteous bullshit. But this was not the place to exercise illicit activities. Porter had just upgraded his surveillance system. No nook or cranny was safe courtesy the nanotech strips teeming with millions of minuscule robotic recording devices. <br><br>'Anotha' time, homie', he grunted and Stella's eyes shot up. The only time Eric had ever used street slang was when he had dirty talked to her. He nodded to the chocolate skinned goddess, capped off his tab and trudged outside. <br><br>But keeping with the trend of the evening, his head of security wedged himself between him and his desire. 'What?', he barked<br><br>'Sir, I think there's something you need to see', said Brock Kiennar<br><br>He sidestepped the former military alpha team tactical expert, 'Sir, its about the nanostrips in the penthouse' <br><br>Porter hit a dead halt. 'Was anyone with you?', he demanded. Macallan had relented in the wake of his greed, which had precipitated into lust. <br><br>'No, Sir. I was making my routine personal check-'<br><br>'Seal the Cockpit. None are authorized to enter until I have made my diagnostics', Porter yelled, for he was already yards ahead of his lieutenant. The only reason for the sheepish concern in Brock's voice was if the nanostrips had recorded something they should not have. And the only people authorized in the penthouse suite were himself and his wife. <br><br>'Holy crap'<br><br>Apparently his mother-in-law had access too. And so did the family's legal council. <br><br>'You dirty little slut!', a broad, corrugated smirk unfurled on his lips as he watched his fiance's dear, perfect mother begging for it up the ass, 'You're mine'
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				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nevaeh</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 01:06:27</strong>
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				Monica Winfield, came from money and she married into money and her daughter stood to inherit more than she would ever know what to do with.&nbsp; She was forty-two years old and looked much younger.&nbsp; Fuller figured with curves that those much younger than her would kill for.&nbsp; Her husband Robert was a work-a-holic.&nbsp; And being who she was, her time was always in demand for this function or that charity or sit on this committee.&nbsp; And like any good wife in her position she did her fair share of those things.&nbsp; <br><br>But she also enjoyed her own time, to have a chance to indulge in he own 'hobbies."&nbsp; <br><br>And today her hobby was Scott Kerns, the family legal counsel.&nbsp; Monica had asked her daughter if she could please use the penthouse of the casino her fiancee ran.&nbsp; She had told her daughter it was for a ladies meeting, she had wanted to impress them with the view and show off how well her future son-in-law was doing.&nbsp; She had heard one or two of them saying he was just a gold digger.&nbsp; Though having the ladies there had been in no way her plans.<br><br>Scott had her naked, his hands and mouth had been all over her, he had teased her body until she hadn't been able to stand it.&nbsp; Now he had her bent over the expensive wood dining table in the suite, her breasts were pressed to the smooth wood as he rubbed his own wood along her back cheeks, teasing it up and down her crevice.&nbsp; "Tell me baby what you want?"&nbsp; Scott had pushed his fingers up into her hair and was pulling back on her head, his mouth was against her neck.&nbsp; "Or I walk."<br><br>"Please..... god please fuck my ass."&nbsp; Monica moved her hips against him, she was trying to get him lined up on her own to push back on him.&nbsp; "Don't leave me wanting Scott, please."&nbsp; <br><br>"That's it, beg me like a nice bitch."&nbsp; His hand was down around his cock.<br><br>Monica whimpered, screaming out when he pushed his hips forward to bury himself almost fully inside her anus.&nbsp; A shudder ripped through her body at the welcome invasion.&nbsp; <br><br>"Robert doesn't like it dirty does he?"&nbsp; Scott couldn't believe he was fucking his bosses wife.&nbsp; She had always seemed to prim and proper and she was but she had propositioned him with an offer he hadn't been able to turn down.&nbsp; So what if he was a call boy now for her, it was worth it.<br><br>A short while later he had emptied his sack inside her, pulling back he removed the condom, tying it off.&nbsp; "Holy....."&nbsp; He kissed her shoulder, they were both breathing heavy.&nbsp; "When will I see you again Monica?"&nbsp; Scott stood up to catch his breath, his hands roamed over her skin that had a light sheen of sweat to it.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll let you know."&nbsp; Rising off he table she turned to kiss him and moved out of the way to find her clothes.&nbsp; "I have a busy week ahead."&nbsp; Monica didn't use Scott as often as he would like, twice a month at the most but he was her favorite to fuck her ass.&nbsp; Something she either didn't want from many of the others or they just wasn't that great in specs.&nbsp; <br><br>"You can be cold Monica."&nbsp; Scott told her as he pulled on his black dress pants.<br><br>The smile she gave the man was pure wicked.&nbsp; "Its how I got to be where I am and how I stay there.&nbsp; Now if you will excuse me."&nbsp; Taking her clothes she headed toward the bathroom.&nbsp; "Show yourself out."&nbsp; With that she closed the door to fresh up before she dressed.&nbsp; It was simple to take the wash cloth with her, dropping it in the first trash canister she came too and the hired help would get blamed for it.&nbsp; <br><br>Before she was done she heard the soft click of the outer door as Scott left.&nbsp; Monica fixed her hair, piling it back up on her head, she fixed her makeup and dressed, it had been worth it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 06:36:34</strong>
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				Outrage should have been his primary emotion. Yet as he surveyed his mother-in-law, he recognized a true kinship with her. Indeed, feelings quite close to attraction tempted to overrun him for what he saw wasn't a mere quickie. No, Eric discerned a fellow creature stricken with pulverizing lustful tendencies very similar to his own. <br><br>He grew hard and made little effort to stop it. His lips were parted and heated breath was pulled and pushed through his mouth. She was everything he could ever want in bed. He nursed condescension for her choice of lover, who stumbled through her body. His dirty talking etiquette was needy more than powerful. Yet, Monica was in throes of glorious agony. He knew her pleasure could not all stem from her lover. He had hardly the stamina, finishing barely minutes after he started. No, Scott Kerns was a means to an end. He was a piece of meat she needed to feed to her lust so it, in turn, could grant her that fleeting 30 seconds of pure, crippling joy. <br><br>They finished and as he suspected, Monica was beyond swift in regaining her composure and Kerns was pouting. 'You're fucking the wrong employee, my soon-to-be slut', he only registered the thought as his voice was barely audible, but perhaps that owed just as much to his all-consuming wish to teach her everything she ever imagined in a man paled to what he could do. <br><br>The element of surprise was simply begging to be exploited and Eric was visited by a plan. Taking her now would be far too easy and despite his voracious appetite, he loved to tease his pets. Wearing a wonderfully wicked smile, he slipped out of the Cockpit,&nbsp; pocketing a small, circular gadget from Electronic Storage. He fitted the device into his phone and dialed Monica.<br><br>He abandoned the necessary preamble and dove straight in, 'Mrs Winfield? I was just wondering, Is Scott Kerns really the best you could do? I mean, rather, I'll bet millions of men would line up to fuck you in the ass and you chose Captain Instant? How terribly disappointing for a woman with such unlimited means. Tsk tsk...'<br><br>'Oh despite the wimpy fuck, you look magnificent on film. Me and my boys had a raging time watching you and they, not me, are begging to put the video on the net. Could you maybe come down here and calm things down, for your own sake, hm?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nevaeh</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 22:07:56</strong>
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				Her eyes surveyed the room before she left, making sure it was pretty much intact, that she hadn't left anything of herself behind.&nbsp; With a smile she headed out of the penthouse.&nbsp; That was such a good meeting with 'the girls', the thought made her laugh.<br><br>As she stepped off the elevator her phone rang.&nbsp; Monica dug it out of the small bag she carried, flipping it open she put it to her hear.&nbsp; "Hello?"&nbsp; She slowed her steps at the voice, her brows drawing down, it wasn't anyone she knew.&nbsp; As his words registered she stopped her walking all together.<br><br>"Who is this?"&nbsp; Her voice was a sharp whisper.&nbsp; And as anyone would do she looked around.&nbsp; Someone knew about her and Scott, there was no way.&nbsp; Her breath was sucked in sharply, it wasn't a matter that they had saw them together, it was that they saw what they had been doing.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't know who you are but I will find out."&nbsp; It had to be someone that worked in security for the casino, that was the only explanation.&nbsp; She would find out who was manning the camera's and have their hide.&nbsp; Monica was furious as she closed her phone.&nbsp; Turning back around she pushed the button to the elevator.&nbsp; Once inside she pushed the button for the second floor that the offices were on.&nbsp; <br><br>Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked to the office door she pushed her it open.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 14:56:35</strong>
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				Though most of her input was fueled by outrage, that single, involuntary hitch of breath sat him firmly at the head of their game. Yet Eric was profoundly aware of the thinness of the ice supporting his scheme and indeed, the cold, plunging depths which shall become his home should he, for any reason, do anything stupid. Monica would be his little willing slut, with bruised knees and no gag reflex, soon enough. All he need be is patient. <br><br>She would seek out security, whether she suspected them or she intended to employ them. It was fortunate there was very little traffic today and those who were manning the desks were swiftly reassigned to legwork. With his standing order to keep the room sealed, a largely empty Cockpit would meet the fantastically figured employer. Loaded with opportunistic furniture, and of course, heaps of recording equipment, there was no better place to host their first dirty coupling. <br><br>He heard the electronic door deciphering her code and soon it swished open.&nbsp; 'Monica', he nodded, his tone far too gracious for the thoughts tumbling in his head, 'What brings you to these dingy neck of the woods?', he left his station to stand beside her. 'I must say you look wonderfully out of place in this <em>dark little hole</em>', and so it began. Porter wore a delicate little smirk as he leaned against the mainframe, surveying his soon to be mother-in-law. He had to admit, even hidden beneath the evil of clothing her body looked primed to kill. He had already called up the offending security footage, but kept it safe behind multiple windows, waiting for the opportune moment.<br><br>'I'm afraid I must insist you be swift, rather like our wonderful attorney. My, he whacked all those solicitation cases straight out of the park without even trying, didn't he?' 
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				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nevaeh</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 18:38:34</strong>
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				Her eyes scanned the security office seeing no one but the one that the voice belonged to who was greeting her.&nbsp; She let all her anger settled on him.&nbsp; "Mr. Porter, she wasn't in the mood to be so casual with him by using the man's first name.&nbsp; At the moment she wanted a head on the chopping block and if he was the only one around she would settle for him.&nbsp; <br><br>With room void of any living breathing bodies but their own as she moved deeper into the pit of the casino her heels clicked, seeming louder than they had been in the quiet hallway.&nbsp; The air in here was stifling to her.&nbsp; Her eyes flashed up to his at his question of why she was there, and her hand itched to wipe the smirk from his face.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mouth opened slightly she was ready to tell him exactly why she was there as she crossed her arms over her chest, when he dropped the last little bomb on her.&nbsp; That made her mouth drop open.<br><br>Monica dropped her arms as she moved closer to her soon to be son in law, her elegant finger pointed at him.&nbsp; "Don't mess with me or you will regret it."&nbsp; Her chest rose and fell as anger swelled inside her toward this man.&nbsp; "I don't know what game you are playing or what you expect to gain from it but if you are smart, and I know you are, you will end this before it begins.&nbsp; Do I make myself clear?"<br><br>He could say it how he wanted but she knew it had been him that had made that call to her.&nbsp; As soon as she left she would be making another phone call she wanted the man's past dug into deeper then it had ever been dug into before.&nbsp; She wanted him to feel the weight behind her words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 23:12:25</strong>
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				Oh, if only she knew how smart he was...<br><br>She would though. It had only been minutes since he had discovered her affair, but Eric had already planned for so many wonderful adventures to share with his mother-in-law- the first of which shall begin right at this very office. <br><br>'Game?', he raised his voice quite artificially, almost as if he intended her to realize he was lying. His fingers roamed over the computer and a few monotonous clicks later, the 64-inch main screen, which usually displayed a tiled visual of all the cameras installed in the casino, erupted with the image of Monica- on her hands and knees- begging Scott to take her ass. <br><br>'I have no idea what you're talking about, Mom', he laughed softly, yet his eyes remained so cold. Eric Porter was revealing his true, sinful self. <br><br>He was behind her, his breath whistling across the nape of her neck. 'Or is it too soon to call you that, because by fuck, it makes me hot', his tone had developed a lustful edge and he did not bother to disguise it. She knew it was him, there was no point in denying it. Besides, it was far too much fun letting his animal out. And tonight, it will feast. <br><br>His cock nudged against her rear, 'Mmm...', the moan lingered on his lips, 'You should know that I have no intention of stopping, Monica. And whatever you plan, however you attempt to escape from this', his lips hovered over her ear, 'you just can't', those three words ushered his tongue to twist along her ear lobe. 'You've made yourself too visible. Even if you convince people that the video is a fake, the minute it hits the air, the amount of bad press you'll get will ruin you. <br><br>He began grinding his wicked cock into her, 'But even on the off chance you somehow manage to squirm a little business out of the scandal, your husband will pull out your prenup and screw you out of his fortune and you'll have to go back to stripping on top of bars'<br><br>'Or you can finally enjoy how a real man fucks your ass. I know you've been privy to my exploits', his hand trailed around her waist,&nbsp; so sumptuously curvy, and dipped between her legs, 'I daresay your horny little holes are aching to finally be filled by something other than little Scott's pencil'
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				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nevaeh</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 19:33:33</strong>
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				Monica's eyes were glued to her daughters soon to be husband, she didn't like the cool and calmness he was giving off.&nbsp; She could have him fired in a heatbeat and she would if he pushed her.&nbsp; She watched as he turned his back to her, leaning over the keyboard where his fingers flew until the monitors that had been black now jumped to life.<br><br>With eyes that had widened she looked at the screen, her face looking over her shoulder at the man behind her.&nbsp; "I am not nor will I ever allow you to call me mom."&nbsp; No she was going to find a way to get rid of this man before his claws were in too deep.&nbsp; It wouldn't be the first time she had set someone up to get what she wanted.<br><br>It took her willpower not to snap her head around as he stepped behind her, his words dancing across her skin, teasing the strays of her hair that she hadn't returned fully to their coiffed set.&nbsp; Her jaw clenched as the edge of his voice cut through her.<br><br>As his cock nudged against her, Monica's back stiffened, his moan did nothing but fill her full of dread.&nbsp; Perhaps his words held a bit of truth to them but she wasn't going to let him know her thoughts.&nbsp; "You underestimate me Mr. Porter."&nbsp; Monica hissed.<br><br>And his next words&nbsp; hit a sore spot inside her.&nbsp; She would never go back to stripping, not ever.&nbsp; Robert Winfield, true had saved her from herself when they had met and he had taken her away from the work that supported her given her more than she could have ever dreamed of.&nbsp; A place she would have never made it too on her own.&nbsp; But he had stopped giving her what she needed long ago.&nbsp; She wasn't sure he really cared what she did as long as it didn't backlash on him and his business, taint his reputation.<br><br>She wasn't sure exploits would be the word she would used, she had heard of how he vetted some of the female employees that he hired.&nbsp; &nbsp; And she didn't agree with it but then he was a male he wouldn't be the first one nor the last one to ever do that.&nbsp; Still she wanted nothing to do with him and his ways.&nbsp; "A real man?"&nbsp; Monica scoffed at him as she turned her head a little to the side, her breath chose that moment to hitch though as his hand dipped beneath to touch her much to intimately.&nbsp; <br><br>Monica turned and pushed him back.&nbsp; "I am not one of your exploits, I don't need a job that, so I won't be auditioning for you."&nbsp; Reaching behind her she hit a couple of buttons, erasing the tape.&nbsp; "Now if you will excuse me I have more important things to do with my time."&nbsp; Monica started toward the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 11:49:04</strong>
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				'Do you really think that was my only copy, Monica?'. His eyes were sharp and almost amused as she tried to walk away. <br><br>He was leaning back with&nbsp; the air of a man who suddenly realized he could have the entire world begging at his feet. As he roamed her curves, cozy and so very snug under her dress, he wondered if he had it better than that. '<em>Fuck, she is hot</em>', he thought to himself, feeling his pleasure and his cock rise. <br><br>His imagination had always been very vivid and it wasn't too difficult a task for him to disrobe her with his eyes. Oh, how he longed for that angry set of lips to trap the head of his cock and draw him inside her mouth.He felt it stiffen at the very thought, God knows what would happen if she actually did pleasure him like that. He stepped toward her, his bulge rather prominent now, and drew an electronic glass key from his pocket. 'Do you remember your husband granting me access to your private servers? It was at that wonderful gala last month where he welcomed me as his heir' <br><br>'And where you snubbed me when I asked for a dance' <br><br>He was circling her now, like a vulture stalking its prey. 'You should know I wont be bothering with polite requests anymore', his voice caressed over her left shoulder, but he refrained from touch. 'Robert checks that server every morning. And I've programmed it to display that video right at the top', he was going in for the kill, 'And with the servers always protecting their files, even with the best programmer in the world, you'll have to wait 72 hours to remove it'<br><br>Now for the icing on the cake, 'You know how he is about honor and name and prestige and all that bullshit', his voice reeked of contempt as he rolled his head from side to side carelessly, 'The fucking relic. lets hope he doesn't die from the shock of it? Will it be a shock though?', he mused. He was facing her now, his eyes full of depraved intent. 'Do you think he knows you fuck around behind his back?'<br><br>He set his momentary curiosity to rest and continued on with his perverse plan. 'Either way', he spoke as if he was at a simple business meeting,'I'd have him wrapped around my little finger if I threatened to go public. Or worse, if I called off the wedding', now the glint in his eye was truly insane. He circled her again, this time inching closer to her ear to let his voice wash over her, 'Your precious angel left at the alter because of her whore mother. Imagine the scandal. Imagine the impact on your daughter. Hell, you and Robert and the company might recover from this, but will she?<br><br>'So what'll it be, Mo...nica?', he had been about to call her "Mom" again, but there was plenty of time for that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nevaeh</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 15:58:04</strong>
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				Wrong perhaps but yes she had thought that was his only copy, she hadn't thought he had time to make others.&nbsp; And she wasn't sure he wasn't just bluffing now.&nbsp; Finding out wasn't something she really wanted to do either.<br><br>Monica stiffened, she had berated Robert for that act, for making a man they didn't know that well heir to his fortune.&nbsp; It should have went to their daughter to control, not the man she thought she loved.&nbsp; However she showed none of that as the man talked.&nbsp; "Snubbed you?&nbsp; I thought you should spend time with your fiancee not her mother."&nbsp; She hadn't fully trusted this man, that was why she hadn't taken him up on his offer to dance, she was seeing now she had been right in thinking.<br><br>She could feel her skin crawling as he circled her like the vulture he was.&nbsp; As he spoke over her left shoulder she cocked her head ever so slightly that way.&nbsp; "Damn him." she thought. he was smarter than she had given him credit for and it was going to come up and bite her in perfect ass that was hers.<br><br>Her eyes looked at him full on, she wasn't going to show him fear or anything else.&nbsp; But as he continued to flap his lips Monica could feel him twisting her balls, he had her.&nbsp; Thought out or not she didn't know but the man had her.&nbsp; True they would all recoup if this got out and she was seeing him now for his true self, he wouldn't hesitate to leak it all.&nbsp; And he was right, their daughter would never be able to show her face around friends again, none of them would be in the circles they so needed to keep up with.<br><br>"Do you really think Eric that Robert will thank you?"&nbsp; Monica huffed, "You really haven't thought this through have you?"&nbsp; Yea she could bluff as well.&nbsp; Her eyes danced over the well built man in front of her.&nbsp; If her daughter was going for pretty she got that, at least the wrapping but his true darkness was rearing its head.<br><br>"Or is it that you have a thing for older women."&nbsp; The tip of her tongue slipped out to run over her upper lip, she could taste the lipstick that dressed it.&nbsp; "Who would have guessed that from someone such as yourself?"&nbsp; Monica let her eyes roam over him, just like he had done her.&nbsp; She preferred not to play with snakes but if it would save her from being exposed it would be worth it.&nbsp; She would turn the tables on him, that was exactly what she would do.<br><br>"You want what Scott has...." Reaching out she let her finger trail over his chest, down over the power tie he wore as she flicked her eyes up at him.&nbsp; The man made her skin crawl, her stomach twist in knots but to keep her family intact, her life as it was she would go slumming if she had too.&nbsp; Her slender fingers curled around his tie as she pulled him in closer to her.&nbsp; Oh if she could get him to fall for this and tell Robert, find some proof he would be out the door before his next breath.&nbsp; Inwardly Monica was jumping up and down like a cheerleader, though no signs of that showed.<br><br>With a hand now on his shoulder she pushed him back into the plush office chair that was there.&nbsp; Leaning over she presented him with a view of what she had hidden beneath her expensive clothes.&nbsp; "Maybe you should have tried asking."&nbsp; Monica leaned in to kiss the man, telling herself it was worth it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 19:57:16</strong>
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				Unfortunately there always existed a difference between assumption and reality. On occasion it was as voluminous and on others a slender crack. Monica was never going to be easy prey. The curvaceous beauty was first,&nbsp; his fiance's mother and second, a married woman. To his decidedly male hormones those aspects were sources of rampant inspiration, but he might just have underestimated the factors contributing to the notoriety of his plot. <br><br>An ordinary man may have sensed a need to regroup but Eric having discerned no clear way to accomplish the task without losing his ground, sloughed forwards.&nbsp; It was time to test how well the stripper knew her sugar daddy. 'Are you trying to scare me?', his tone was a happy balance between arrogance and amusement. 'I've worked on the old man rather like you had&nbsp; and though I'll concede I might have taken a lot longer than you, he is safely in my pocket', he said, endowing simply opinion with extreme finality. <br><br>Her tune had changed by now and though the shift was certainly jarring, he could muster no complaints. Her touch matched her tone, right from her allowance of but one finger to meet his flesh to the painstakingly patronizing expression upon her face. She was taunting him. <br><br>She was taunting him. <br><br>The kiss enforced to his lips was welcomed with controlled enthusiasm as was the view availed when his weight no longer on his legs. He was hard put to remember a pair of breasts better than hers. A brief second passed where he wondered if her seating him was merely a courtesy or if she was hampering how swiftly he could move.&nbsp; Being adept at devising extrapolations, especially when it came to human behavior, his conclusion leaned toward the latter prospect. Monica was far too proud to service a man again. And he was far too adamant to have her. This was a contest for the ages.<br><br>'And just so you know, 'I prefer to take what I want', he said with unmistakably gruff undertones which spilled into his kiss. His lips mashed against hers, personifying an age-old greed and reveling in the satiety of it. Tongue and teeth made lingering appearances and she would finally know why he was such a successful womanizer. <br><br>'Just like I took your daughter', he paused, letting his filth sink into her and purred, 'Just like I'm going to take you'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nevaeh</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 19:04:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Monica stood back up as the kiss was broken.&nbsp; The man could kiss she would give him that but then she was sure he had a lot of practice kissing ass to get where he was.&nbsp; No wonder he was so good at it.&nbsp; She didn't step back more than half a step and she kept her eyes trained on him.&nbsp; It was at the last moment that she pulled away.&nbsp; When she stepped closer to him she had planned on doing more, pushing his boundaries.&nbsp; His words toold her to not do it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Took my daughter?"&nbsp; Monica was hard pressed not to laugh on that but she stoned her face, not showing anything more than a raised brow over her left eye.&nbsp; "You really have your goal set high I see.&nbsp; I so hope you aren't disappointed though when you find out that some things are beyond your reach Eric."&nbsp; She let the slightest edge of venom slip into her voice when she said his name.&nbsp; Oh she wanted to tack on, 'like me,' but let it go.<br><br>"Now if you will excuse me I have important things to deal with."&nbsp; Her bravda was slipping fast but she needed to make some phone calls and get her goons into action.&nbsp; Get them searching on any trash they can find on him, even inventing it if they have too.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you are smart you will stop playing with the fire before you get burned my dear boy."&nbsp; Monica was calling his bluff hoping that the cracks that were happening within her didn't show.&nbsp; She was almost to the edge of breaking.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 14:30:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If he <em>excused</em> her? <br><br>The choice of words led to one of his more pronounced smirks. His mind, as was its default setting, ran into overdrive, constructing images of a whole host of things he would relish doing to her. Every single one involved them partaking in the (supposed) sin of adultery; more than a few had Monica <em>and</em> her daughter on their knees in front of him, pleading for his cum, but none of them even remotely encouraged a scenario where he would excuse her. <br><br>'I'm afraid all your businesses will be delayed for the foreseeable future, my dear mother-in-law', whatever distance she had gathered between them was lost in two earnest steps. An unnaturally pleasant shiver raced up his spine as his dirty cock nuzzled between her luscious cheeks. Gently his hips pushed into her and he uttered a low gasp of pleasure, 'Oh, yes...'<br><br>As his grinds fueled his shaft to throb alarmingly, he snaked his touch upward along her curvaceous body. 'Mmm..' heated breath carried that little moan right into her ear. He reached her breasts and cupped them so very fondly, 'I've wanted this for so long', he purred. His voice had dipped to a low, gruff whisper and his pushes into her sumptuous ass were getting ever so insistent. 'Grind that fucking sexy ass against me, baby'<br><br>It seemed he was quite dead set on not being smart. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: All Mine [Insanityenviesme, Nevaeh, theLeslie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nevaeh</strong> on <strong>30-06-2013, 17:59:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Excuse me?"&nbsp; She had turned halfway to face him on her way to the door.&nbsp; "You don't seem to understand what I am saying...."&nbsp; He was behind her, his body pressed as close as he could be against her.&nbsp; She could feel the firmness of his cock as he pressed it&nbsp; into her ass, rubbing along the crevice of her cheeks.&nbsp; There was no stopping the shiver that ran through her body, she couldn't have done it if her life had depended on it and it did.<br><br>The twitching of his shaft was felt against the roundness of her ass.&nbsp; His hands snaked along her body, up over her sides until he was cupping her breast, her nipples hardened instantly at his touch.&nbsp; Monica kept telling herself to stop, she didn't want him touching her.&nbsp; The man's heated breath tickled the fine hair on the rim of her ear.&nbsp; <br><br>"Never will that happen."&nbsp; Monica turned her hand was raised as she slapped him across the face.&nbsp; 
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