Sugar Daddy
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Jazzy on 03-03-2011, 03:12:28</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 03:12:28</strong>
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				For thymoit and Jazzy!<br><br>(Character information coming before too long!)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 03:21:26</strong>
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				Lauren couldn't believe it.&nbsp; Even now, almost seven hours after the verdict had been delivered to what was practically a standing ovation, the young woman found herself struggling against the grips of reality.&nbsp; Time and time again she and those she worked with pledged themselves completely and utterly to these causes.&nbsp; They lost themselves to dozens of hundred hour weeks at a time.&nbsp; More often than not their hard work paid off, but a party of this magnitude was truly unusual.<br><br>Hammer, Rauk and Dreil was a youthful firm surrounded by the sort of community buzz that did any local business a lot of good.&nbsp; Mark Hammer, the senior partner and proprietor of the firm, was renowned for his ability to turn most any humdrum courtroom setting into a dramatic show of justice.&nbsp; Likewise, his partners all brought their own unique quirks to such a presence, offering what the local paper cited as being <em>the perfect mixture of experience and innovation"</em> in its awarding them their second annual excellence award in a row.&nbsp; For all their showmanship they had an undeniable cunning and understanding of the system.&nbsp; Of course, one wouldn't think that to look at the office tonight.<br><br>The analog clock, plain and white with black numbering and hands, read 9:45.&nbsp; Anyone not already past their limit in drinks knew enough to remember that the clock was perpetually twenty minutes fast for the simple fact that most of the building's staff ran behind.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; The office itself had a glow about it, and its walls were certainly pulsing with life that evening.&nbsp; The colonial three-story home, like so many in historic downtown, was freshly renovated.&nbsp; Its first and second floors were often illuminated in the evening hours, but tonight they glowed with vibrant, flickering amber thanks to the silken lanterns haphazardly draped over most every coat hanger, light fixture and chair in the building.<br><br>In spite of the obviously rushed job she'd done, Lauren couldn't help smiling at her work.&nbsp; There'd been all of two hours to get the place ready whilst Mark, Donnie and Franklin had a celebratory dinner with their clients.&nbsp; That'd been just enough time to pick up the lanterns, streamers, printed sign and party essentials.&nbsp; Copious amounts of alcohol had already been consumed, yet several pristine bottles remained unopened atop the receptionist's desk before her.&nbsp; Sat among a sea of neatly stacked plates, stainless steel cheese and fruit platters as well as discarded cups and napkins, it looked as though their business had blown half a year's income on one night.&nbsp; Lauren knew better now, but things like this were always good to make her reflect on the positive effect working at the firm had on her life.<br><br>She wasn't dressed in anything fancy.&nbsp; While today had been a major court date for the firm, Lauren's time down town had been cut short with the end of the trial.&nbsp; Once it was all done and she was dispatched to the errands associated with these festivities, the young woman's first task was to drop back by the office and trade her skirt suit for a rich, royal purple blouse and black capris.&nbsp; She sat in the very same now, left leg draped over its sister whilst a naked left foot - nails glimmering with a matching purple - hopped up and down to the mellow strumming of guitar.&nbsp; She loved the <em>Talking Heads</em>, and David Byrne's melodic voice was the perfect way to celebrate what was turning out to be a delightful evening of observing the well-to-do partners of the firm partying themselves into what would surely be a hellish tomorrow morning.&nbsp; She wore half a flawless grin, mauve-etched lips tucked up at the corners in order to bear the same glowing smile she wore by default when in the presence of her coworkers.&nbsp; After all, her job was as much about others' perception as it was anything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 04:57:27</strong>
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				Mark Hammer was doubly drunk.&nbsp; He had a pleasant buzz from a couple of margaritas, but was truly buzzed on victory.&nbsp; It was a much headier drug than mere alcohol.&nbsp; Mark had a broad grin plastered across his face.&nbsp; They won little battles all the time.&nbsp; Like any good lawfirm Hammer, Rauk and Dreil rarely went to trial.&nbsp; Most corporations folded and settled out of court once his clients showed up with a lawyer and pesky legalities.&nbsp; Quickcar had dodged and ducked responsibility like a politician, but today a jury had seen their excuses for nothing but a pile of bullshit and had awarded a staggering penalty to boot. The fight wasn't really over. Quickcar would get back in and appeal, try to get the fine reduced, but the war was won - and they deserved their victory dance.<br><br>Rauk was toasted.&nbsp; It was rare that the elderly lawyer drank, but when he did he drank hard and was barely standing.&nbsp; Mark just got him laid down on the couch in his office and returned to the party to find it winding down.&nbsp; Dreil was going home to his wife and his paralegal team had decided to go barhopping.&nbsp; Lauren, his lovely assistant, was kicked back in her chair.&nbsp; She still looked mostly professional, with the exception of her bare foot with painted purpled nails bouncing to the rhythm of one of her 80s tunes.&nbsp; Not that he could complain about dresscode.&nbsp; He'd lost his jacket somewhere and his tie was undone.&nbsp; It was a party and well-earned.&nbsp; He caught her gaze and gave her a grin.&nbsp; He jerked his head toward Rauk's office and then laid his head on his palm, communicating in gesture to Lauren that Rauk was now safely passed out in his office.<br><br>His paralegals ambushed him, trying to drag them with him on their bar crawl.&nbsp; Mark politely but firmly refused.&nbsp; He wasn't twenty something any more.&nbsp; Bars just weren't his scene any longer.&nbsp; So he just gave them his blessing and a fatherly warning about driving drunk and waved them off.&nbsp; As they left he looked around at the mess and briefly considered hauling them back to help clean up, but he didn't.&nbsp; They'd earned their party.<br><br>He glanced to Lauren and leaned forward.&nbsp; She was looking very relaxed and pretty.&nbsp; "You can go with them if you want.&nbsp; I'll clean up."&nbsp; Lauren should go.&nbsp; She was young and in their age bracket.&nbsp; She deserved to celebrate, too.&nbsp; She put in more hours than anyone but him.&nbsp; Besides, he was in no hurry to go home to his wife.&nbsp; He'd rather clean up, rock out and celebrate his victory a bit longer than listen to her trivialize his achievements.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 05:45:41</strong>
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				Several times now, Lauren had traversed that path from buzzing to perfectly sober, but now she realized her chances of driving herself home were growing slimmer by the sip.&nbsp; Early into the party, when everyone was still fairly sociable, it seemed important.&nbsp; As the time passed and people started getting sloppy, though, the young woman's concerns waned.&nbsp; Said decline in the little party was sobering in that it made her take a look at herself.&nbsp; Where was she going?&nbsp; Why was she still doing this?&nbsp; Those sorts of questions used to be the most difficult sort before she'd found this job.&nbsp; Nowadays they just made her smile.<br><br>Lauren was doing fine.&nbsp; She might not have been furthering her education, but she was making plenty of money.&nbsp; More importantly, she was getting to know virtually every figure of power in the town, and that was saying something.&nbsp; It was already difficult to go out without bumping into someone she knew, and the list of figures who owed her various and sundry favors - by proxy or not - got longer by the day.&nbsp; Life was good, and tonight it was downright wonderful.<br><br>And there was Mark, as though he strolled in on cue, with that handsome grin.&nbsp; She returned it in kind, dipping her chin only to dip the left hand and its near-emptied drink away from her lips.&nbsp; Her free hand slipped out to offer three gentle pats to the crimson cushion next to her.&nbsp; The velvet-upholstered seats lined their front waiting area.&nbsp; To sample the building from this vantage point was something that she'd never gotten the chance to do, and in conjunction with all the other unusual sights she'd gotten to take in this evening it was proving to be a real adventure.&nbsp; All the same, Mark had her attention for now.&nbsp; Her grin became a smile given a few moments, chestnut orbs following him closely should he move towards the offered seat.<br><br>She shook her head slow but deliberately.&nbsp; <em>"No, it's okay.&nbsp; I really don't feel up to it.&nbsp; I thought I'd enjoy the music and sober up enough to drive home, but that was over an hour ago."</em>&nbsp; Smirking, that left hand leveled up the drink once more.&nbsp; The sip which follow was preceded briefly with a flared grin.&nbsp; It was watered down by now, but the bitter sting of alcohol still scorched at her throat as she swallowed it down.&nbsp; <em>"Besides, I'm bettin' you don't have more than fifteen minutes more on your feet before you're out worse than Mr. Rauk."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 06:53:11</strong>
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				Mark chuckled and shook his head.&nbsp; "Nah, I'm too wired to pass out."&nbsp; In truth he had a pleasant buzz, well over the legal limit and didn't need to be behind the wheel of a car, but he wasn't as drunk as he looked.&nbsp; He was still high on success.<br><br>"But I'll join you for a bit."&nbsp; He took the seat that Lauren offered beside her on the velvet upholstered seat.&nbsp; The paralegals gave him a parting wave and he waved back.&nbsp; It was a perfectly natural and innocent gesture, something small and natural and commonplace, but that little wave started a chain of events that would change Mark's life.<br><br>When Mark lowered his arm from waving instead of returning it to his side or resting it on the couch he simply wrapped it around Lauren.&nbsp; His arm came down past her head, slightly bent with his hand resting on her shoulders.&nbsp; It was a comfortable and friendly gesture, but not really one of companionship.&nbsp; It was only a half-embrace.&nbsp; His hand wasn't anywhere near her breast, but it was a lover's gesture.&nbsp; He didn't have that kind of familiarity with her body.&nbsp; Their relationship had always been a little bit more than boss and employee.&nbsp; They'd been friendly with a little bit of flirting involved.&nbsp; There had been hints of some sizzle, but they'd never been lovers.&nbsp; Yet his arm just went around her like a lover's would cozing up after a long day.&nbsp; He hadn't thought about it.&nbsp; Hadn't intended a pass.&nbsp; He'd just done it and for a moment it didn't register that his arm had gone around Lauren and she snuggled into it like she belonged there.<br><br>Then with surprise he noticed that he was holding Lauren and they were side-by-side.&nbsp; His hand squeezed her shoulder - yes, he was really holding her.&nbsp; He turned to look at her, perhaps to say something.&nbsp; Time seemed to slow.&nbsp; Her wavy brown hair rustled on his arm as she turned to meet his gaze.&nbsp; Their faces were inches apart.&nbsp; Her eyes looked huge, inviting and questioning.&nbsp; Perhaps even there was a bit of lust there.&nbsp; Her lips opened slowly and sensuously.&nbsp; There was a look of uncertainty on her face, not quite an invitation, not quite no.<br><br>The arm had been an accident, but Mark new exactly what he was doing when he leaned forward to press his lips to Lauren's glossy pink lips.&nbsp; The first contact was as light as baby's breath, just a brushing of his lips on hers, but he kept going and the kiss went from soft and gentle to hot and urgent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 07:27:17</strong>
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				Everything was normal as Lauren watched the others crowd out.&nbsp; The group had been reduced to a small handful, but they were all moving well and had done better than the majority at keeping tabs on their alcohol intake.&nbsp; Chestnut eyes and swelling pupils followed their movement up until the renovated home's door quietly thumped shut.&nbsp; For a moment, then, she simply stared ahead, a thoughtful gaze for a thoughtless state of mind.&nbsp; There wasn't much to contemplate or stress over tonight. They'd done well, and she expected that Mark was on the verge of excusing himself which would mean that her remaining hours spent in the office sobering up would be significantly less entertaining.&nbsp; She'd either sleep it off on one of the cots upstairs or call a cab.<br><br>And then something happened.&nbsp; Although it'd been well over a year since the young woman had dated anyone, the simple weight of a strong arm and a sweetly scented form nuzzling close to her was enough to appeal to that instinctive sense of cuddle-craving.&nbsp; In spite of the fact that she knew no one else who wore his particular brand of cologne, Lauren hadn't quite registered that it was her boss.&nbsp; Instead she went with the impulsive reflex, and that was to slump in the man's general direction.&nbsp; He'd feel the supple warmth of her shoulder ease into the crook of his form, allowing for more of his reach to encircle her form.&nbsp; She stopped moving for a time only when her temple lightly grazed the outer contour of his shoulder.<br><br>It was the squeeze which brought Lauren back to reality.&nbsp; That bit of pressure provided just a little bit of a jolt, coercing the young woman's head into jerking upright only a millimeter or thereabouts.&nbsp; Surely Mark felt it, but he'd find no wide doe's eyes looking uncertainly up at him.&nbsp; Instead, she continued peering forward, her heart suddenly racing.&nbsp; They'd always had a flirty sort of relationship, one which neither played upon or denied the chemistry which was sometimes painfully obvious between them.&nbsp; This seemingly natural escalation had just been more than she was prepared for.&nbsp; In drawing her head up and back, that little valley of exotic brown run between the undone buttons in her blouse widened just a little.&nbsp; Her pupils, meanwhile, continued to grow even as her lids pulled apart a little further.&nbsp; They shared as intense a gaze as they ever had, and though there was certainly question in Lauren's eyes there was also certainty running rampant beneath a now thudding heartrate.<br><br>He was about to kiss her.<br><br>And then he did.&nbsp; Lauren was drawn irreversibly inward, chin lifting and head tilting to accommodate for the funny angle even as a faint murmur of disagreement crept from her throat only to be silenced.&nbsp; The kiss itself was quaint and simple.&nbsp; There was no tongue to start.&nbsp; No, instead Mark would be treated with the vivid, tangy taste of pink lemonade in the form of lip gloss whilst that drink previously nestled in Lauren's hand was blindly discarded to the empty seat to her other side.&nbsp; That same hand lifted, drawing inward and across her own form only to plant lightly upon the man's chest.&nbsp; As the kiss intensified, their mutual breathing rising significantly, she'd begin to press finely manicured nails against him in an increasingly urgent manner.&nbsp; When her mouth had begun to open, the tip of her tongue lazing out to drag against his forbidden lower lip for the third time, she quickly pulled away with a gasp.<br><br>Flustered, cheeks full of red, Lauren quickly retracted her hand only to run it along through waves of deep brown where they framed her cheek.&nbsp; She ran them behind her ear, head already swaying as though to dispute what'd just happened.&nbsp; Still, there was no shame in her eyes; only uncertainty as she looked Mark in the eyes.&nbsp; <em>"I-um.&nbsp; Whoah..."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 15:50:09</strong>
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				Although being drunk had helped, Mark knew good and well what he was doing when he kissed Lauren. He was something of a flirt by nature.&nbsp; He appreciated a good looking woman and wasn't afraid to look one over and let her know it.&nbsp; Lauren had returned the favor and there had been a flirting and teasing piece of their relationship right from the start.&nbsp; It had always been a simmer before, an undercurrent, but now it was a full boil, out in the open.&nbsp; He wanted her.&nbsp; His cock certainly agreed.&nbsp; Apparently Lauren agreed as well.&nbsp; She did anything but fight the kiss.&nbsp; Her lips were soft and warm on his.&nbsp; She tasted like pink lemonade, but the kiss went on and grew deeper, but just when her mouth opened to him she pulled away.<br><br>"Shh, it's just us.&nbsp; I've wanted this.&nbsp; So have you."&nbsp; He was doing what came naturally to him, taking charge.&nbsp; Even as he spoke soothingly and convincingly his right hand crossed over to Lauren's royal purple blouse and began undoing her buttons one by one.&nbsp; "You want me.&nbsp; I want you."<br><br>He was crossing a line.&nbsp; Cheating.&nbsp; It's not like he hadn't thought of it before.&nbsp; Lauren meant a lot more to him than Pamela, his wife and mother of his children.&nbsp; She was young and pretty, hard working and intelligent.&nbsp; The reasons he shouldn't do this just didn't seem that important any more.&nbsp; Having an affair would bring new issues, but it was worth it - she was worth it.&nbsp; He leaned forward and kissed Lauren again, his hand sliding inside her blouse and fondling her left breast over his bra as he kissed her.&nbsp; This time the kiss was hot and wet from the start.&nbsp; He opened his mouth, slid his tongue in her mouth and tasted her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 16:42:57</strong>
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				As usual Mark's argument was sound, but more convincing than his words was the way in which he posed them.&nbsp; That soft, cool tone paired with those piercing hawk's eyes and, of course, the thrill innate in being drawn closer by way of one of the city's most powerful attorneys' arms around you had a way of melting away concern.&nbsp; Did the alcohol help?&nbsp; It might've made Lauren's reaction half a moment quicker, for when the man leaned in again he'd find a more promptly willing partner.&nbsp; Eyelids fluttered to a close, soft lips parted, and with a tilt of the head the young woman leaned more aggressively inward.&nbsp; Even that hand slipped out, crawling up onto his chest with a slower glide.<br><br>Yeah, Mr. Hammer was married.&nbsp; She was painfully aware.&nbsp; Worse, his wife wasn't all that bad a woman.&nbsp; She'd let herself go a little after the couple's second child, and at times she seemed wholly immature when it came to the way she handled stress.&nbsp; Lauren had gotten more than one or two snarky phonecalls from the woman when Mr. Hammer was unavailable.&nbsp; No, she'd never been accused of cheating with him, but who wouldn't think it?&nbsp; Given all the time they spent together and the risque manner that they got on in, it was sure to have crossed minds.&nbsp; What harm, then, was there in lending just a hint of truth?&nbsp; And he smelled so good.&nbsp; That rougher, larger hand skirting across warm silken skin above the edge of her left cup prompted an audible whimper.<br><br>That was it.&nbsp; Although Lauren wouldn't be the one to sever the kiss this time, her eyes peeled open wide in conjunction with the realization that, at this point, they pretty much had go to through with it.&nbsp; Her nearer leg was the next to move, drawing upward even as the arm between them sunk its hand down onto the seat.&nbsp; Locks of strawberry scented chestnut toppled down now with a dip of the head as Lauren's form rose.&nbsp; Her feet were on the floor, lips still sealed to his, and now that hand on his chest crept out to brace a shoulder.&nbsp; Unless stopped or otherwise impeded, he'd soon find her crawling into his lap, lithe frame fitting well there.&nbsp; Now the other arm could lift as well, curling its forearm about the back of his head.&nbsp; Her backside, firm and round, rocked snugger and snugger into him much as her shoulders had done when he first offered that arm.&nbsp; <em>"Mmmh,"</em> she offered in a muffled murmur, soft tongue withdrawing lap after heartfelt lap of the powerful man's forbidden taste.&nbsp; Power was, indeed, an aphrodisiac, and this one had been working on Lauren for years.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 17:20:21</strong>
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				Lauren didn't talk, not that Mark gave her much chance to speak.&nbsp; He was technically breaking the law now.&nbsp; As her employer making sex part of her job duties was as risky as breaking his marraige vows.&nbsp; Not that he worried about that.&nbsp; Lauren wouldn't slap him with a sexual harassment lawsuit.&nbsp; She wasn't that type.&nbsp; Sure, he was pushing things, but she was an adult.&nbsp; If she said no, he'd back off, but she clearly didn't say no.&nbsp; Instead her lips opened to him and their kiss grew deeper as she climbed into his lap.<br><br>She was shorter than him by several inches and having her in his lap made them fit better.&nbsp; Their kiss grew deeper and hotter.&nbsp; Lauren snuggled into his embrace and her arms curled around him.&nbsp; She pressed into his chest and offered only encouragement for his hand exploring her breast.&nbsp; His fingers felt warm soft flesh above the cup of her bra.&nbsp; He wanted more and worked his fingers inside her bra, pulling her cup down, exposing her bare breast to&nbsp; his questing hand.&nbsp; She was a pretty girl, but not overly endowed.&nbsp; She was a B-cup, maybe a bit bigger?&nbsp; Didn't matter, her breast was a warm and pleasant handful, yielding and responsive.&nbsp; He squeezed her nipple and it hardened right up for him as she moaned in his mouth.&nbsp; He gave toyed with the hard little point as they kissed deeply.<br><br>He wanted more. He loved the feel of her breast in his hand, but he let go.&nbsp; His fingers slid down her bra felt to the center front.&nbsp; Was it a front latch or backhook?&nbsp; Either way his hands got busy, removing blouse and bra.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 18:05:56</strong>
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				Though most of her was interlocked in a very overwhelming experience, Lauren was all too aware of Mark's search.&nbsp; After all, in the darkness behind her eyelids the young woman had followed with heartfelt excitement, savoring each and every sensation which came alongside the newfound feeling of Mark Hammer's strong and broad hand gruffly plucking down the cup of her bra.&nbsp; He'd find her breast to be a golden, creamy shade of light brown, pert and full somewhere between a B or a C.&nbsp; Its center was capped with a tiny but erect mauve nipple, and upon having the point teased and even pinched Mr. Hammer would feel those powerful legs, bare calves already drawing in tighter about the thighs of his slacks, as she gave him a heartfelt squeeze only to quake and quiver over his lap.<br><br>It was unfortunate but necessary that, amid increasingly heavy sighs, Lauren would withdraw her mouth.&nbsp; In doing so, a highly satisfying <em>smack</em> rang out, seeming to jar the young woman's glazed eyes wide.&nbsp; She looked ahead, not used to eyeing Mark Hammer from such an equal vantage point.&nbsp; Gradually, then, her grin became a mischievous smirk.&nbsp; It might've been a reluctant decision, but Lauren was of the opinion that you stuck to your choice once you'd make it.&nbsp; Nearly bare chested and beyond a little worked up, she wouldn't dare turn back now.&nbsp; Her head shook even as the left hand lifted, its silken palm breezing across the man's jaw to his lips where her thumb would smudge away a little smudge of gloss.&nbsp; <em>"It's in the back,"</em> she whispered, and then without delay her right arm snaked back, hooking at its elbow to lead her hand to the troublesome clasp.&nbsp; Thankfully the blouse was loose enough for the young woman to reach, and so whilst their foreheads nearly touched, gazes interlocked, the smiling assistant gave a twist of the wrist which released the tension in her bra.&nbsp; Thanks to the straps on her arms it would remain aloft, yet it sank almost immediately, revealing more of her bosom.<br><br><em>"Are we really gonna do it here,"</em> Lauren inquired with a flaring grin.&nbsp; Soft lips sank in before Mark even had a chance to answer, pecking at his mouth two or three times now that she'd given his hands a little something more to do.&nbsp; To let loose all this pent up passion in the office seemed fitting, but to bring that into the waiting room - easily their most public area - was just plain exciting.&nbsp; Newly freed fingertips scattered forward, lighting onto the man at the collars only to crawl inward slowly.&nbsp; She began to undo the buttons of his shirt, easing that loosened tie out of the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 19:28:06</strong>
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				Ever efficent, every cooperative Lauren realized his fingers were searching for her bra clasp, volunteered it was in back and unfastened it herself.&nbsp; Mark was amused and pleased.&nbsp; Lauren was such an excellent assistant that she seemed at times to read his mind and anticipate his needs.&nbsp; They'd crossed the line from boss and employee to lovers, but she was still just as attentive to his needs.&nbsp; He wanted to feel her breasts and she freed them for his touch.&nbsp; He slid his hand under her loosened bra and to her so far neglected right breast. He fondled and teased it bringing that mauve nipple to hardness.&nbsp; It felt right and natural.&nbsp; He wanted Laruen's breasts.&nbsp; She gave them to him.&nbsp; He wanted her.&nbsp; She was giving herself.&nbsp; No hesitation or refusal.&nbsp; She was even undressing him.&nbsp; She only asked where.<br><br>He had a couch in his office that was all too often his bed.&nbsp; It was every bit as big as this one and more private, but why move?&nbsp; What they were doing was already forbidden, but doing it in waiting room was doubly so.&nbsp; This was their public area.&nbsp; The front door was even unlocked, but why not?&nbsp; "Yes, right here.&nbsp; We're alone, except for Rauk and he's passed out."<br><br>His hands left the breasts he'd just claimed.&nbsp; There was still a button fastened on her blouse.&nbsp; He unbuttoned it and opened her blouse up, then tugged at one sleeve and helped her shrug out of it, just like she was doing to his shirt.&nbsp; His shirt hit the floor first, followed by her blouse.&nbsp; His hands stayed busy, helping her remove her bra as well.&nbsp; It went so smoothly as if they were long-time lovers.&nbsp; There wasn't the stumbling and awkwardness he remembered from long ago dates.&nbsp; There were breaking laws, breaking vows, breaking rules, but no hesitation.&nbsp; Mark had no worry that Lauren would pull away or change her mind.&nbsp; They both knew where things were heading.&nbsp; Although that didn't mean they would run full-speed ahead.&nbsp; Now that they were both bare from the waist up, he didn't rush to remove the rest of their clothes.&nbsp; Instead he took Lauren back in his arms again and his lips sought hers.&nbsp; It felt better now with the warmth of skin on skin.&nbsp; He could feel her soft breasts pressing against his broad and hairy chest while his lips and mouth were busy drinking of her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 14:28:07</strong>
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				There was something hastened and unhinged about the way all this had started.&nbsp; Mark tore into Lauren as though she were his meal, and he hadn't eaten in weeks.&nbsp; Similarly, she'd been carrying on like something of a giddy shcoolgirl, unaffected by the notion that they were both breaking a number of rules, laws and social norms.&nbsp; None of it mattered.&nbsp; This was validation for all the dirty little thoughts she'd had over the years.&nbsp; All their flirting and carrying on had been fuel for a fire which she could now recognize, and she <em>liked</em> it.&nbsp; Rationale was one of Lauren's strong points, but on a night like this it was easy to let go.<br><br>And let go she did, replacing her firm hold on the concept by wrapping newly naked arms snug about the lawyer's warm, broad shoulders.&nbsp; Her eyes were locked onto him, half a grin glowing from between parted lips as she leaned deliberately inward.&nbsp; That comforting and new sensation of skin on skin became more intense as those two fleshy swells pressed into and soon mashed against his firm chest.&nbsp; She exerted a hug, drawing closer, 'til he could feel the rise and fall of her chest as well as the warm, wisping breaths escaping her lips as she continued to beam ahead.&nbsp; <em>"Okay, right here,"</em> she offered with a whisper.<br><br>In leaning in, Lauren once again tilted her head, offering parted lips and fluttering lids as their mouths promptly sealed.&nbsp; Instantly there was a burst of passion, tension filling the young woman's neck and lower body.&nbsp; Whilst her legs squeezed and bore down on him, hips rocking forward to add a little more pressure to his lap, a snaking tongue fluttered forward, playfully prodding at his own even as her lips drew at his taste with a firm lapping.&nbsp; Even now her arms continued to crawl further over one another, snugging that closeness in their upper bodies whilst thoughts of the rest of the office wandered away.&nbsp; Lauren didn't even remember Mr. Rauk being here, but it didn't matter.&nbsp; He probably wouldn't even be awake in time enough to start work tomorrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 14:54:43</strong>
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				Mark greatly enjoyed the feeling of Lauren in his lap.&nbsp; It's been years since his wife was light enough to do this.&nbsp; On the rare occassions he still had sex with Pamela, she was always on her back.&nbsp; Lauren was young, sexy, rounded where she should be.&nbsp; Just holding her like this he felt younger.&nbsp; He was aware that he was throwing away his vows, that Lauren was his employee, that they were breaking all the rules.&nbsp; That didn't stop him.&nbsp; It added the wicked allure of forbidden fruit and the fruit tasted sweet.<br><br>The kissing went on for a long time, accompanied by a lot of holding, touching and occassionally some fondling of Lauren's breasts.&nbsp; As their make out session went on, Mark grew flushed, hot and lightheaded.&nbsp; If they were in a car, the windows would be steamed up by now.&nbsp; He was very much aware that he was making out with Lauren.&nbsp; His lips were on Lauren's lips.&nbsp; His tongue rolled with Lauren's tongue.&nbsp; His hands were on Lauren's breasts.&nbsp; He wanted more.&nbsp; He wanted to know what kind of panties Lauren had on.&nbsp; Was she shaved down below?&nbsp; And mostly he wanted his dick in Lauren's pussy.&nbsp; His hands started sliding down slipping into the tops of her capris feeling the top of her ass.&nbsp; The capris needed to go.&nbsp; His fingers went to the front, loosen a button, released a zipper.<br><br>"I want you, Lauren.&nbsp; I want to see you naked."&nbsp; His hands were on the hem of her capris, tugging at then, but she'd need to move out of his lap.<br><br>He wondered then if Lauren was on the pill or any kind of birth control.&nbsp; Lauren had many virtues, discretion was one of them.&nbsp; She didn't blab about confidential details including her own personal life.&nbsp; If she had a personal life.&nbsp; Lauren lived for the job, like he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 19:47:47</strong>
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				Ah, the little things.&nbsp; It wasn't as though Lauren had never kissed anyone.&nbsp; Quite the contrary.&nbsp; Although her life had taken a drastic turn for the binging workaholic a couple years ago, teenage life had seen the young woman in a number of sexually charged situations.&nbsp; She'd always kept her head on her shoulders -- obviously -- but kissing was the bread and butter on which those encounters were built upon.&nbsp; That said, she was right good at it.&nbsp; Nipping, nibbling and even tugging at Mr. Hammer's lower lip became a regular game interspersed between those delectable smooches.&nbsp; Her tongue, likewise, was friendly and outgoing, frequently slathering itself alongside his own to partake in a brief but nonetheless fulfilling little dance before retreating so that she could repeat.&nbsp; She, too, had begun to grow warm.&nbsp; Her skin already crawled with a sheen of soon-to-be sweat, that tangy lemonade flavor very nearly worn away entirely from her mouth whilst swollen nipples throbbed into the lawyer's firm, chiseled chest.<br><br>He was getting antsy, and though Lauren played that off with a slightly flustered smile, she too was feeling it.&nbsp; It was a relief that he wanted this as badly as she did.&nbsp; It hadn't been her alone with the dirty mind all along!&nbsp; Although the smooching had come to a temporary halt, that rhythmed rocking back and forth of her lower body had not.&nbsp; Even now her backside shifted, easing forward every so often only to bring a little more pressure onto the lawyer's lap.&nbsp; He pulled and pawed, but as of yet he hadn't managed to get to the little purple thong she wore beneath her pants.&nbsp; That impish grin she wore promised that whatever she had on beneath, it must've been interesting, and soon enough Mark would feel pressure on his collars.&nbsp; She leaned onto them, extending her left foot down to the floor first.&nbsp; Its sister came close behind.<br><br>Now she stood a little further away than she'd like, and so the young woman strode forward in a single step, hips rocking whilst her eyes narrowed seductively.&nbsp; Her left hand rose, drawing fingertips across a few rogue strands of brown where they dwindled into her field of vision.&nbsp; After tucking them behind her ear she'd bear a grin, nodding downward suggestively to the little V Mark had split into her capris.&nbsp; He'd already be able to see the rich purple silken V, but he'd have no idea just how skimpy it was 'til he delved a little further.&nbsp; This time, it seemed, she wasn't going to undress herself for him although her right hand would creep up, running an upturned palm beneath the left breast first, then covering its sister only to give a light squeeze.&nbsp; <em>"You've got me pretty hot, Mark.&nbsp; I hope you've got condoms..."</em><br><br>Lauren didn't offer it just yet, but she was on the pill for practicality's sake.&nbsp; It made life easier.&nbsp; All the same, that didn't always work, and even now she was thinking clearly enough to know she didn't want to risk a pregnancy.&nbsp; Especially not with a married man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 20:42:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mark had no problem undressing Lauren and shifted forward on the couch to grab the hem of her capris and pull them down.&nbsp; Although the view of her breasts was distracting.&nbsp; He'd felt them before and caught glimpses.&nbsp; His mind was on sex and that all came to a screeching halt when she said condoms.<br><br>"No, I don't have condoms." Outwardly he took it well.&nbsp; That was years of courtroom practice.&nbsp; He was good, but that didn't mean the other side didn't sometimes manage to land a bombshell.&nbsp; When that happened it was important to stay calm, act like it was no big deal.&nbsp; Then come back and counterstrike.&nbsp; Inside he was grinding like a car slipping gears, but his words were mild.<br><br>Condoms. It was so obvious now, but it hadn't crossed his mind.&nbsp; Mark planned almost everything.&nbsp; That was part of why he'd never seriously put the moves on Lauren.&nbsp; He never woke up and decided to cheat on his wife.&nbsp; It had taken alcohol and victory to cause him to take a chance.&nbsp; He didn't need condoms.&nbsp; Pamela's tubes were tied and he didn't cheat - until now.&nbsp; "I guess I'm going to have to make a run to the convenience store."<br><br>They were downtown and there wasn't one close by.&nbsp; It would take time and break the mood, but he didn't want to get her pregnant.&nbsp; Not only that, but he hated wearing a condom.&nbsp; Sex with a condom was never as good as without.&nbsp; His analytical mind attacked the problem.&nbsp; "So you're not on birth control?"<br><br>Which was surprising.&nbsp; Lauren never talked about having dates, so maybe she wasn't, but best to be certain.&nbsp; There was always the morning after pill, but he understood they had unpleasant side effects.&nbsp; This was spoiling the mood, giving him time to reconsider.&nbsp; He didn't want to reconsider.&nbsp; He wanted Lauren.&nbsp; Yet now that felt up in the air.&nbsp; If they stopped, didn't follow-through now, would the moment pass by?<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 17:15:56</strong>
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				All told, Mark Hammer would expose a little purple thong, the fabric of which was drawn tight down across his assistant's nethers whilst the flawless, exotically darkened skin of her toned legs came into view with those capris now puddled at her feet.&nbsp; She was quick to step out of them, large dark eyes never wandering entirely from his own.&nbsp; Though his demeanor grew more serious, her own remained light and playful.&nbsp; She shook her head slowly.<br><br><em>"No, of course.&nbsp; I'm on the pill.&nbsp; Just wanna be safe as possible..."</em>&nbsp; Lauren was little if not responsible, and of course this wasn't her first strenuous sexual situation threatened by her own inhibitions towards getting pregnant.&nbsp; All the same, those concerns were easily brushed away considering the precautions that had already been taken.&nbsp; Her head took another side to side sway, reaffirming that it didn't matter before she licked her lips and grinned.&nbsp; Stepping forward, both outstretched hands quickly sank into the attorney's lap, pulling hastily at his belt, the fasten of his pants and finally their zipper.<br><br>In leaning forward to do this, both shapely breasts hanged suggestively towards the attorney, but it was her smile which was closest to him.&nbsp; Pursed lips weren't long in parting, fluttering eyelids sealing as she went in for another brief yet juicy kiss.&nbsp; Her tongue squirmed at his mouth, playfully prodding before she drew at his lip with her mouth for a little pluck.&nbsp; In easing back, she was now pulling his trousers down about naked legs, admiring the sight of a bulge straining against his underwear.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Mm.&nbsp; I've got an idea,"</em> Lauren remarked, abruptly relinquishing the closeness that they shared only to turn her back on Mr. Hammer.&nbsp; He'd soon see the sight of her perfect ass, swollen with just enough baby fat to give each cheek a bit of a bubble, framed with that tiny purple string drawn between.&nbsp; Wiggling, swaying side to side, she eased back towards him only to draw both supple swells closer and closer to his erection.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 20:43:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mark smiled with relief when Lauren said she was on the pill and just wanted to be safe.&nbsp; He frankly didn't really give a damn about the risk of getting Lauren pregnant.&nbsp; There were more serious risks: getting caught by his wife, losing his kids, getting caught by his partners.&nbsp; The odds of a birth control failure and a pregnancy seemed slight in comparison.&nbsp; Besides he hated condoms.&nbsp; He really wanted to get his bare dick in Lauren's pussy.&nbsp; Now that he knew she was on birth control, he'd never be satisfied with anything but the real stuff.<br><br>Clearly Lauren wasn't that worried either.&nbsp; She unzipped his pants and pulled them down exposing his blue cotton boxers.&nbsp; His hard cock was already visible through the gap in the fly, just too big and hard to fit through the gap without a little help.&nbsp; Lauren was turning around flashing her ass and her sexy purple thong.&nbsp; He'd have to start wearing sexier underwear himself.&nbsp; What was she up to?&nbsp; She was approaching his cock tits out.&nbsp; Hmm, maybe not tits.&nbsp; A little too large for tits.&nbsp; Not big enough for hooters or jugs.&nbsp; Boobs.&nbsp; Ah that was it.&nbsp; Tasty soft sensuous boobies.&nbsp; Was she planning on giving him a boobjob or a blowjob?&nbsp; Either way he welcomed her approach.&nbsp; Lauren always served his needs first and her own seconds.&nbsp; It felt right that she should take care of his cock first as well.<br><br>"Hmmm, looking for this?"&nbsp; He reached into his boxers and helped his hard dick slip free and poke through the fly.&nbsp; His cock immediately sprang out from his body achingly hard and in need of attention.&nbsp; His cock pointed straight out at Lauren eagerly awaiting her to take care of its needs.&nbsp; Mark was enjoying the sight of Lauren on her knees.&nbsp; He still planned to fuck her later, but this was even better.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 03:17:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her back turned towards the laywer, Lauren gave an over the shoulder grin to her boss of two plus years as he fished himself out of his boxers.&nbsp; Indeed, it would be easy to get tripped up after that little blip on their mutual radar.&nbsp; Her concerns of pregnancy - or rather her proclivity towards indulgence in extra precautions - had very nearly threatened the mood, yet that seemed all but forgotten now.&nbsp; With Mr. Hammer's length now exposed for the very first time, her near-naked ass would be the very first part of her to touch him.&nbsp; As it were, the way she extended her backside towards him resulted in a number of haphazard little brushings which left faint trails of moisture upon either silky smooth, warm cheek.&nbsp; <br><br>Lauren had gone into this expecting a heartfelt bout.&nbsp; Thoughts of piling into the man's lap, rising up for him to slip himself in side, then riding what would surely be a heartfelt orgasm out of the both of them whilst his hands explored her body was oh-so tantalizing.&nbsp; All the same, it seemed a little impersonal given all that they'd shared.&nbsp; After all, they saw countless ups and downs alongside staff and client alike, and tonight was a night for celebration.&nbsp; She'd only just begun to really put pressure on him, asscheeks regularly pressing and even putting a little weight back against Mark's erection when she suddenly withdrew and twisted back around.&nbsp; Instantly her eyes were on him, flawless grin quite whide whilst a glaze of lust put twinkles in her chestnut eyes.<br><br><em>"Hmmmm, that's it..."</em>&nbsp; And, quite deliberately, Lauren reached down, curling fingertips and then the warmth of her palm about Mark's erection.&nbsp; She took it in hand without thought or delay, giving a good, healthy squeeze whilst her naked breasts shifted once more into the man's field of vision.&nbsp; She gave him a few pulls.&nbsp; <em>"I don't think you need to be any harder than you are, Mark.&nbsp; Do you?"</em><br><br>It seemed her question was rhetorical anyway, for the young woman's free hand sank a thumb beneath the waist of her thong moments later.&nbsp; She began to coax them down, quite unceremonious in the way that she revealed her neatly trimmed crotch absent a single tan line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 16:27:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mark let out a sigh of pleasure as Lauren took his aching cock into her soft hand.&nbsp; He wanted to get his dick someplace better, someplace warm and wet - Lauren's mouth or pussy.&nbsp; Yet for the moment even her hand felt wonderful.&nbsp; He chuckled at her comment.&nbsp; "I don't think it is possible for me to be any harder than I am now."&nbsp; That was the truth.&nbsp; With Pamela he sometimes had trouble getting his cock to stay up.&nbsp; He still fucked his wife occassionally, but his heart was never in it any more.&nbsp; With Lauren his heart and his cock were fully engaged.&nbsp; His cock was rock hard, throbbing in her hand.<br><br>He watched with interest as Lauren slipped off her little purple thong to reveal a neatly trimmed bush and a perfect tan, no lines at all.&nbsp; He wondered how Lauren managed that, but it was a passing thought.&nbsp; He was much more interested in the delicate folds that had been revealed.&nbsp; Mark realized then that Lauren would undoubtably do anything he asked.&nbsp; She'd suck his cock or give him a tit job if that was all he wanted.&nbsp; A part of him did want a blowjob.&nbsp; He hasn't had one in years, but more than that he wanted to bury his dick deep in Lauren's pussy.&nbsp; A blowjob could come later.&nbsp; &nbsp;There would be a later.&nbsp; He was sure of that.<br><br>"Stop teasing."&nbsp; He grabbed her hands and pulled her to his lap.&nbsp; "I need my cock buried in your pussy and I need it now."<br><br>The dirty talk was new.&nbsp; Robert was normally very polite.&nbsp; Sure he could curse when he was upset, especially when someone in the firm screwed up.&nbsp; However, none of his flirting with Lauren had included crudity.&nbsp; Yet, now the words tumbled out very naturally.&nbsp; He wanted what he wanted and he called it what it was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:51:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Music still hummed along in the background.&nbsp; Mildly psychedelic 80's tunes were now replaced by a more upbeat, poppish form of rock, and of course Lauren was out of touch enough with that sort of thing that she couldn't even name the band if asked.&nbsp; Not that she was listening.&nbsp; No, embers of a nearby lamp's glow danced in the young woman's lust-glazed eyes, the whites of her teeth still bore whilst an outstretched hand continued to pump her boss's massive erection with a deliberate effort which could - in all likelihood - get him off if she were left to do it for awhile.&nbsp; That wouldn't be any fun, though, and though Mark Hammer was a keen, perceptive man when it came to women he didn't need to be in order to see that his assistant wanted him.<br><br>Lauren was still grinning, gentle giggles spilling from her lips, when the man's hands rose and curled almost posessively about her shapely hips.&nbsp; His words, unexpected as they were, provoked at first a mock expression of surprise followed by a soft smile which saw her left knee bending and crawling back up onto the seat.&nbsp; Its sister followed suit moments later, bringing the young woman to stand upon her knees with her spread thighs poised over the lawyer's lap.&nbsp; Her hand, still stretched down to hold him, now steadied towards his midsection whilst her wrist bent, drawing him back to bring about the very first bit of contact between their bodies.&nbsp; He'd feel smoldering heat alongside the fragrant, moist nectar against which his cockhead soon brushed.&nbsp; She dragged him along her lips with a couple ragged sighs spilling from her mouth, large eyes drifting downward just a moment before she peered back across at him.<br><br><em>"Mm.&nbsp; I've thought about this before,"</em> she hissed with a wicked little grin.&nbsp; <em>"Crawling onto the famous Mark Hammer's cock for a nice little after-work ride."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>She'd thought about it, yes, but Lauren never thought it'd really happen.&nbsp; She was beyond questioning though.&nbsp; Were it not for the fact that Mark so obviously wanted it as well, she'd sink right down over him immediately.&nbsp; As it were, however, she enjoyed a chance to take control of him, to tease him with something she supposed he must've lusted after before.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 15:57:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mark wanted Lauren.&nbsp; His wife and marriage vows were at the back of his mind, but far in the back.&nbsp; He was committed.&nbsp; He wanted his cock in Lauren's pussy.&nbsp; He gave a sigh of relief as he felt her pussy brush against his cockhead.&nbsp; He wanted his hard aching shaft buried inside that moist heat, but she paused to tease him.&nbsp; Her words were hot and sexy, but he didn't need any more teasing.&nbsp; He wanted to fuck.<br><br>"Stop thinking and take my cock for a ride."<br><br>He grabbed her hips and pulled her down as he bucked his hips upward at her pussy.&nbsp; He managed to slip his fat prickhead inside her warm depths and it felt good, but he wasn't satisfied.&nbsp; Lust and desire filled him.&nbsp; The setting, in the office with the psychedelic 80's tunes didn't matter.&nbsp; His wife and vows didn't matter.&nbsp; Even his cases didn't matter.&nbsp; The only thing that mattered was getting his dick buried in Lauren.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 23:10:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauren, too, was committed.&nbsp; She was committed to the road she'd started down.&nbsp; It was requisite of anyone in a profession where such monumental changes in peoples' lives originated.&nbsp; You couldn't second guess yourself or any of your associates unless you wanted to derail your own efforts.&nbsp; It was that deliberate, self-assured mentality which now fueled the siren's smile.&nbsp; Locks of chocolate spilled down across naked shoulders, painting half a shroud over the young woman's naked chest whilst her forearms braced lightly upon Mark Hammer's collars.&nbsp; His hands on her hips were suggestion enough.&nbsp; Though she kept that grin on for just a moment, Lauren's frame eased forward at his request.&nbsp; Fluid and smooth, her body eased down over him, sinking inch after inch of him into waiting, slick and velvety heat.&nbsp; <br><br>Lauren sighed when she came to rest over her new lover, arms snugging up about him only to overlap hands along the back of his neck.&nbsp; With that same, soft smile she breathed slow and deep, savoring the musky aroma mixed with Mark's cologne and that delectable stench of stale sweat.&nbsp; They'd all done a lot of sweating since the morning started so long ago, yet it seemed there'd be much more.&nbsp; Silky smooth thighs, beaming with warmth, shifted and hugged, squeezing his lap whilst drawing her lithe weight snugger down upon him.<br><br><em>"Mmmm, Mark.&nbsp; It feels so good,"</em> Lauren whispered, her tone not quite so collected as it had been before.&nbsp; She might've been teasing early on in this exchange, but now it was quite obvious from her flush and the frequent licking of her luscious lips that Lauren was nearly overwhelmed with excitement.&nbsp; Shapely hips drew forward, rocking so as to massage their forming messes together, and just as Mark delved a little deeper into her she'd rock back only to whimper as friction between her soft petals and his bulging veins set an electrical chill surging up and then down her spine.&nbsp; Her toes curled, plucking at the wiry hairs of his legs whilst nails now teased at the skin along the back of his neck.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Fuck..."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sugar Daddy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 00:00:30</strong>
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				<br>Mark sighed deeply once his aching shaft was fully buried in Lauren's moist tight pussy.&nbsp; She felt so good sitting in his lap with his cock stretching her pussy.&nbsp; "Oh, fuck yeah.&nbsp; Ride me, Lauren.&nbsp; Ride my cock."<br><br>His hands went to her ass.&nbsp; He took a double handlfull of ass and fondled, but also helped support her weight.&nbsp; He also encouraged her along, pulling her up as she lifted up his cock and pulling her back down onto his dick.&nbsp; She was still mostly in charge of pacing, but he urged her faster.&nbsp; He was enjoying every motion as her hot tunnel swallowed his dick again and again.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, yes, fuck that's good.&nbsp; Why didn't we do this long ago?&nbsp; You're my very personal assistant now, Lauren.&nbsp; Faster, cowgirl.&nbsp; Ride my cock."<br><br>Lauen was a hot fuck.&nbsp; Or may he was just used to lame sex with his wife.&nbsp; The contrast with Pamela was so vast.&nbsp; His wife weighed too much to climb in his lap like this.&nbsp; She didn't even fuck back during sex any more.&nbsp; She just lay on her back like a beached whale and expected him to do all the work.&nbsp; Which made sex less than enjoyable.&nbsp; With Lauren he was rediscovering that sex was fun.&nbsp; It wasn't just about getting his rocks off.&nbsp; It was a shared experience, a shared pleasure.<br><br>"Oh fuck yes!&nbsp; More!&nbsp; More!&nbsp; Ride me!"
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