His Personal Whore(doom29169 & Rozel)
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				Title: <strong>His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 13:42:51</strong>
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				Paul met her in a diner he had frequented before he inherited his money. She was always friendly, beautiful, well put together despite her working conditions. He had remembered her fondly and tipped her well even when he was broke. She seemed to be in her early twenties only a few years younger than he, and married from her ring, but she did flirt with him. He knew it wasn't serious, more like she flirted so he would leave a nice tip, which he always did.<br><br>Six months ago Paul inherited a massive fortune. In total something like 5 billion in assessets including: cars, yachts, homes in six countries, etc. Basically Paul could buy anything he wants. So he set out to buy a whore. He tried actually prostitutes, but there was always something missing. They were too compliant or maybe they weren't really loosing anything. He kept going back to that waitress in the diner in his head. He wanted her...<em>specifically</em>.<br><br>So he came up with a plan. He devised a fake contest, the winner of which would get five thousand dollars cash. He had a private investigator find out everything about her. He found out a lot, but what was really intriguing was the fact that her husband was a philanderer, a drug user, and a gambler who kept them in debt. She was basically working to pay his debts off, while he chased women and got high. It was perfect, he couldn't have asked for a better set up.<br><br>He publicized the contest, taking applications, and waited for someone to apply in her name. It didn't take long. Once he got her application he announced that a winner had been selected and had her notified by courier. The note explained that she had won, and that a limo would pick her up and take her to a press conference where she would claim her prize in one week.<br><br>When the day arrived, he had everything ready. She was taken by limo to his mansion, early for the press conference. He had her brought into his private study and offered champagne, strawberries, and caviar. He only kept her waiting long enough for a single glass, he wanted her to have that option before he appeared. When he did, he fained recognizing her, as if he had not known who she was when she won. He opened a wall safe, which had more cash than she had ever seen, as well as gold coins, loose jewels, wealth. He gave her the cash, and then sat across from her, making small talk. He steered the conversation to her personal life asking about her learning what she would tell, and that's when he sprang his trap.<br><br>"I would like to make you a proposition, outside this contest. I find myself in need of... well certain... <em>companionships</em>. I have very...morose...sexual proclivities. Now now, I know that you are married, but hear me out. I am offering you 250 thousand dollars a year for 48 hours a week of your time." &nbsp;That got her attention.<br><br>He laid out the deal. First, she would be under a hush clause, meaning she couldn't talk about anything she did while with him or basically he would own her grand children through debt from the judgement he would get. Then he went over what he expected. Simply put, he would own her for 48 hours a week, starting on Sundays. He could technically have her for four straight days if he choose, Friday night through Tuesday afternoon. There were no limitations on what he could ask of her, unless she set them up front.<br><br>Her rights were simple as well. She had the right to keep her identity secret in case of public displays or multiparty escapades. She had the right to refuse, but refusal constituted an end to the relationship. She would leave with what she had earned in pay only. Pay wasn't all she would get though. Her package included three credit cards: one with a $10,000 limit a month for clothing, one with a $2000 limit for "incidentals" to her job, like gas and food, and one with no limit for her personal medical expenses (elective or necessary); use of any of his vehicles on and off duty, including his yachts and private jets; she could stay in any of his homes, rent free as long as she liked; and a personal I-phone 4, with the dual cameras, so that she could always be in touch with him.<br><br>He gave her the contract to "look over." He then hurried her to the press conference and back to the limo for her ride home. The offer expired at midnight two days hence, which was all the time she had to decide on his offer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 20:23:14</strong>
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				Muriel looked into the mirror and did a self inspection. Her near-black curly hair was swept back and out of the way, ready for work. She wore the putrid pink and white diner required uniform attire. Lord how she hated it. It would be one thing if they wouldn't make uniforms out of the gross polyester. <em>Why can't we ever just wear something comfortable?</em> Truthfully she actually enjoyed her work there. Not really the work, but the interactions with people. <em>Too bad it doesn't pay shit enough to get ahead.. </em> she though. She moved closer to the bathroom mirror to look at her face closer. Her deep green eyes were a tell-tale of her mood. They were dark today, and it reflected what she was feeling inside. Sleep had been rough last night, leaving light dark sleep deprived markings under her eyes upon her fair skin. She dabbed a minuscule dot of foundation under them and worked it into her skin. The rest of her make-up was made up of a little powder and mascara. She applied both lightly. Her lips, she dry-wet with her tongue before applying a light chapstic, slipping it into her pocket after. Her cheeks were flushed from the warmth of the shower she had just had. Not that they ever needed encouragement in color. <br><br>Satisfied with her looks and that she didn't look like she had rubbed her face upon a make-up kit, she turned to close the toilet-seat and sat, checking her watch quickly. <em>Ten minutes until I need to leave. </em> She sighed. She sat there thinking over the contract. Turning her head slightly to listen for Wayne, she heard him snore loudly. <em>Dead to the world.</em> She rolled her eyes, and let her head sink down onto her hands, which her elbows rested upon her knees, as she was tormented with the thoughts of this contract. Damn him to hell! she said suddenly in frustration, but quietly. She was craving a way to lash out at what had become her loser of a husband, but she knew better to ever say so to his face. She had made that mistake once too many times already. <br><br>In the last 3 years, Wayne had racked up enough debt that she was amazed she hadn't come to some form of harm by the ones he owed money to. She was continually looking over he shoulder, especially at night. Everything she earned, was turned over to him. Of course that included the contest 'winnings'. What else could she do? Raising her head she looked at the closed (and broken) door of the tiny spit of a bathroom. She felt instant regret in where her life was at. Felt resentment in her husband. How had it gotten like this? <em>Because you fell for his cheep, cheesy-assed whit and charm, if you could even call it that! You let this happen.</em> She argued further with herself over the idea of the contract. Fuck it. Why not? What else do you have to lose? <em>Integrity, pride.. to name a couple..</em><br><br>Getting to her feet, she slipped on her low heals and smoothed down the pink, mid-thigh skirt and opened the door, hoping to not wake Wayne, whom was sprawled out over the bed. Crossing the room quickly, she snatched up her tiny purse in the front-room and closed the front door behind her. Her walk to work was filled with inner arguments, but she was going to do it anyway. Maybe she would see Paul today, she needed to tell him her decision. She didn't want to think about this too long or she could back out. <br><br>As she rounded the corner and stepped foot into the diner, she didn't have to wait at all. He was already there. She walked to the back and said hello to Maurice the cook, then set her purse where she always did. Taking her apron off its hook, she tied it around her waist. Picking up a napkin, she scribbled out two words.... I accept. Taking up a pot of coffee, she walked past his table and as she did, she slipped the open napkin in front of him on her way by and moved on to the waiting patrons at the tables beyond his own. There was no turning back now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 15:04:46</strong>
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				Paul had been here, hoping to see her, Muriel, the object of his desires. The fact that she was married only heightened this for him, making him feel very poweful if he could convince a woman not only to become his personal whore, but to do it despite the fact that she was married. He watched as she made her way over and drooped a napkin in front of him. He thought it odd so he looked down and saw her written responce. He smiled and looked up, waiting to catch her eye. When he did he nodded, the look in his eyes were at once possessive and lustful. He sat back a little, his smile seemingly perfect and always in place.<br><br>He got on his phone and called his layer. He told the man to show up at this address in ten minutes or find a new client. He scribbled his own message on the napkin, making his way out the door after wards. His message read,<br><br><div align="center">In ten minutes my lawyer will bring copies of the contracts for you to sign. After that, come to the Ansley building and be there in less than 15 minutes. You will be on the clock.</div><br>His Lawyer arrived in time, disheveled and obviously in a distressed hurry. He introduced himself, sitting across from her and going through the contract with her. He showed her where to initial, where to sign, and he noterized each signature. When they were done he handed her a box which contianed her perks, everything he had promised her was there, including the credit cards and cell phone. There was also a note, somewhat tongue in cheek that said,<br><br><div align="center">Welcome to the position on my staff.</div><br>He met her in the foyer of the Ansley building, still in her waitress unifrom, he in his business suite.&nbsp; He escortes her to a glass elevator, and pushes the button for the top floor. They ride in silence until they are 3/4 the way up, and he produces a key which he uses to stop the elevator entirely without an alarm. He turnes to her and hands her a "Robin" mask from his breat pocket. "You have the right to conceal your identity." He says plainly. He stands in front of the door, arms folded across his chest. "Strip for me, slowly. Tease me with your body." His voice is flat, and his statments are more like orders than requests. Despite this his eyes betray him, there is true passion there, a passion her husband has not shown her in a very long time.<br><br>He folds his arms and stands in front of the doorway, watching her intently. The elevator is open for the world to see, positioned in the center of two other elevators, each of which seem to ride by frequently. There are pedestrians, many floors below, but any could easily stop, look up, and see everything. Some of the shorter buidlings have rooftops which are parallel to her now. All of this is obvious, and seemingly planned. He knew exactly where to stop the elevator to give her maximum exposure. His smirk never leaves his face, and his eyes travel her body even before she decides whether or not to coply with his "request." He is challenging her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 19:58:58</strong>
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				Everything was happening so fast.. Like a wirlwind. <em>What have I gotten myself into?</em> She wonders but doesn't voice it. Walking into the building she feels a little nervous, but not frightened. She had never gathered from their brief encounters of the past that she had anything to fear from him. <br><br>When he met her it was a little awkward. But why wouldn't it be? She knew, or assumed that she knew, what this was going to be like. In the elevator, she finds out that this was going to be nothing like what she assumed. <em>What do they always say about assuming? </em> Yeah. That is right. As the elevator came to a halt, he hands her the mask. She hadn't expected this at all. It puts her on the spot. But his stance in front of her comes off as a dare. <em>A test?</em> Her eyes narrow at him, but only slightly. <strong><em>My right, Yes.. it did say that, didn't it.</em></strong> Looking at the mask for a moment, she doesn't put it on. Instead she tosses it over her shoulder defiantly. <br><br>Closing her eyes, she begins to move her body, though not as graceful as she has seen, to a tune within her head. She turns around and continues her dance, swaying her hips slowly, moving her shoulders, rolling them back slightly in unison with the movement of her hips. She then slides her hands down the front of her and brings them to the outer of her thighs towards the bottom of her skirt. Sliding her hands slowly up over her hips to her waist. One arm continues up her side, but the other reaches behind her to the back of her outfit to find the pull-strings of her half apron. Gently she tugs on it and it falls away, her other arm she grazes with the back of her hand, the curve of her breast before she does the same to the top of her shoulder, her neck and behind her ear then extends it into the air. <br><br>As she continues to move she turns,&nbsp; pivoting on her low heals to face him and opens her eyes slowly to reveal what she perceives as smokey-ness in her eyes, whether it comes off as that is two different things. Her extended arm falls to the back of her head as she pulls the hair tie free, shaking her loose dark waves around her, but at the same time her other hand is still at her lower-back. She finds the zipper rather easily, as she has done the same action a million times or more, and pulls it down. Abandoning the skirt momentarily, she slides her hands back up her sides and continues to dance, but leans back against the elevator, working her hands up into her hair. She rolls her head back and to the side, exposing her neck, only to slide her hands over her neck and down the front of her, running each hand over a breast, meeting in the center of her chest to slide down her stomach together. At her waist she flares out her fingers, she hooks her thumbs into her skirt and follows the band out to her hips, pulling it gently down over her hips to her thighs until the skirt falls away to the floor. As her hands come back up her sides she slides them up and along her ribcage, crossing in front of her, under her breasts, to take hold of her shirt at the sides to pulls it up and over her head, letting it free fall to the floor. <br><br>Her eyes flutter closed again and she turns again to the elevator wall, where she places both hands upon it keeping her held from it. She swivels her hip and brings her knees forward and back as she shifts her body to the tune in her head. Slowly she lets herself flow, rolling her hips to bring out her ass more predominantly in front of him, lowering it slightly down and back up again as she bends her knees. When she stands again fully, she lets a hand roam to her back once more and she pops the clips of her bra. Her breast shift lightly as the clasps are freed, leaving them vulnerable to spilling from the cups.<br><br>Turning back around to look at him she wonders how far he wants her to go.. trying to see what his eyes can tell her. One movement of her arms forward and the straps will fall away, the same as her bra. Her panties not even touched yet. But she would do it if he demanded so. She finds bravery somewhere within enough to ask a question. <strong><em>Is that what you were wanting? Or shall I finish? Revealing all of myself to this exposure?</em></strong> She wonders instantly if he wants his new employee really seen by just anyone, or those of his picking and choosings. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 14:21:15</strong>
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				He watched as she danced so seductively for him. The fact that she was not a professional, that she made tiny minor mistakes, only heightened this for him. Had she done this perfectly he would have been less enthralled, but her imperfections lent a certain newness to the display. He watched as she touched her own body, as she revealed more and more to his hungry gaze. He loved how her long hair spilled out in loose rings around her face and down her back. He enjoyed the look in her eyes as well, it told him that she wasn't just doing this mechanically, that she was trying to seduce him, that she wanted him to want her; want her he did, very badly, probably more so than she even guessed.<br><br>When she revealed her undergarments he couldn't help but smile. She had not planned to be here, had not known he would call on her immediately and yet still she was handling herself with such poise and grace. He bit his lip as her flesh colored bra fell away, exposing her breasts to his gaze. They were nicely sized, a good "C" cup if he were to guess correctly, and her nipples were a bright pink large and inviting against the darker color of her skin. He made a sharp hissing sound as he sucked air in. He could hardly breath as he spoke very quietly, "Nipple rings, we must get you some." He did not mean it as a derision, on the contrary, it was the only way her body could be any sexier.<br><br>She stopped at her panties and spoke about being exposed. It was the point afterall, to expose her. He was an exhibitionist and he wanted everyone to know just what kind of beauty she was. He noted an elevator that had ridden by several times, and its occupant, a man who had been there the entire time she was stripping, was now in the process of fishing out his cock. His gaze might draw hers, he hoped it would. He wanted her to feel vulnerable. he walked over to her and then around her. His job now was to make her forget where she was. He ran his finger tips along the backs of her shoulders and kissed her there as well, nibbling at her exposed flesh. He reached under her arms and took hold of her breasts, massaging them lightly, fingering her nipples. He was gentle, almost worshiping her in a way. He slowly turned her to face the other elevator, bringing one of her arms up to wrap around his neck and he kissed her jawline, her neck, behind her ear. He mockingly went to her lips but pulled away before their lips touched each time.<br><br>He moved her hands to press them against the glass, bending her slightly. He took out a pocket knife and opened it, the sound of it the only one in the elevator. He ran the flat of the blade against her exposed hip and up to the lacy black bikini panties she wore. He pulled her hair slightly, bending her neck so that he could whisper in her ear, "The next time you choose to defy me," the blade slide through the right side of her panties and he switched hands, repeating his action of caressing her with the flat of the blade, "you should leave instead of stay. I am impatient." This is not meant as a threat, merely an explanation of his actions. He is cutting away her panties because he wants to expose her, not because he is threatening her. The other side is sliced through and they flutter to the floor of the elevator. "Your punishment will be that you will not be able to wear them anymore today. You will have my cum in you, running down your thighs, and you will not be allowed to clean it off."<br><br>He slid his zipper down as he put the knife away. He used his thumb to pull his hardened cock from his pants. He slid it against the soft skin of her ass cheek as he used his fingers to massage her labia. He inhaled sharply again, "Muriel, this is the wettest pussy I have ever felt. You are turned on by this, aren't you? You like being told what to do, don't you?" He used his cock, sliding it against her pussy lips, but he popped her ass when she did not answer him fast enough. He was setting up a tug of war between her body and her brain, and doing it expertly. "Answer me Muriel...answer me or you get <em>no</em> cock." She can feel the length of his member as its head nearly touches her waist. She can feel its girth as is pushes her thighs appart. He wants it to get soaked with her oily honey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 18:18:19</strong>
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				Her breathing was heightened as he circled her, her chest increasingly rising and falling like an animal being stalked. Maybe she was his prey. It was hard to read him. She was not sure yet if she had crossed a boundary or not, but the question of her defiance would not last long. She swallowed hard at his touch, conflicted. Conflicted in enjoyment of the situation. His hands upon her breast were gentle and erotic. His closeness and scent only added to her pleasure.. her eyes closed as he massaged her tits, teasing her nipples. She could feel herself become wet, her body reacting to his touch like it was her own personal drug. When he turned her head, she gazed out to see the other elevator. Was this for shock value? <em>Why does he want me to see that?</em> Yet his lips teased her, tempted her. Conflicted her.<br><br>Her being positioned against the glass was nothing more than she was expecting. If he wanted a fuck for all to see, she would give it to him, it was her job...but the sound of the knife was eerie. It almost made her blood run cold in place of where her skin had been on fire only seconds before. The blade slid smoothly along her skin, it was cool as it slid along the destined paths. Pulling her head back, she felt as though her neck was exposed. She felt like she was in a place where she had no control. His whisper in her ear felt cold and distant, it was not offered as a threat, but as a reminder of what their arrangement was. As her panties fall to the floor, it renews a spark where his words had dashed that spark away for a moment. His next words filtered into her head slowly and she heard his zipper come down followed by the feel of his hard cock on her skin. His fingers were a tease to her, tipping the scales of pleasure for her.<br><br>At the intake of his breath, she felt herself grin involuntarily. In that instant she felt he exposed much more than she ever could physically. At his questions, her inner mischievousness displayed itself. She can feel him pressing into her thighs, and she is open to receiving such possible pleasures, even if he is the only one to gain. But instead of letting him do as he is threatening, she twists her body, separating them, to stand now in front of him, facing him. She leans back against the cool elevator glass.. not minding that her ass is pressed up against it for a moment before she takes her turn to walk around to the back of him. Her eyes narrow on him slightly and she talks quietly. <strong><em>Punishment is for those that are slaves. Which, I am not.</em></strong> She moves in front of him again, taking his penis within her hand lightly and caressed it.&nbsp; <strong><em>But, Your cock? I am not here to beg for your cock. I am here to satisfy your cock, your whims, your wants, to the best of my ability.</em></strong> She smirked. The smirk was not intended as an insult nor was it for him, it was meant to be at herself, because he had turned her on. Her caress was indication of the pleasure he had brought upon her so far. She searched his eyes.. had she pushed too far? Had she misread the sharp intake of his breath? She then let a gentle, but genuine smile spread upon her face, her eyes light and playful. The surroundings forgotten.<br><br>She didn't wait for a reply. Dropping down onto her knees, she flicked out her tongue to taste him. A hint of herself upon him. She slowly took him within her mouth to her gag point, and withdrew him slowly, suckling firmly, as she withdrew her head off of him. She then looked up to him for an indication that she should continue. Her actions were not that of to cause him anger, but to let him know that she was not owned. She was here because she wanted to be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 15:25:06</strong>
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				When she manueved out of his grasp it was unexpected. She turned and pressed her perfect ass against the glass. The poor fellow in the next elevator must have liked what he saw since he came on the glass. The made Paul grin, knowing the sight alone of Muriel could do that to another man. She spoke, <em>Punishment is for those that are slaves. Which, I am not.</em> His look changed. Was that what she thought? That he was treating her like a slave. It was suppose to be a game, a fun game at that. He was concerned that perhaps she wouldn't like him and would want to leave. <br><br>Instead she circled him, coming back around front and lightly grasping his manhood. This caused another sharp intake of breath and an immediate responce in his cock as the blood began to flow in time with his heartbeat. He moaned a little as she spoke again. <em>But, Your cock? I am not here to beg for your cock. I am here to satisfy your cock, your whims, your wants, to the best of my ability.</em> Then she gave him a playful, teasing smile. It was a very nice smile, and wicked at the same time. He instantly realized what she had in mind as she went to her knees. Normally Paul didn't really care for blowjobs, they seemed like a chore the woman was performing. He could tell, however, that Muriel actually enjoyed this. Maybe it was the power it gave her or maybe she just liked having a cock in her mouth. Either way, Paul responded more to her desire to perform the act than the act itself.<br><br>As she looked up at him, his eyes went wide. She was asking permission to continue without even saying it. It was almost as though he could hear her thoughts through her eyes. In responce he reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, his other hand to her breast, playing with her and teasing her nipple. he hissed again, pleasure like a sigh through clentched teeth. "Only if you touch yourself too." He said in a breathy whisper. He leaned back a little so that his back was against the elevator glass and his pelvis thrust out a little at her. He nodded for her to continue, his eyes only half open with his lustful desire. He was more than willing to allow her this bit of control, especially if it would make her hot and he sensed that it woul do just that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 00:48:04</strong>
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				His touch upon her wasn't unpleasant, rather she found herself enjoying it. Her eyes closed lightly at it even. To crave a mans touch wasn't something she always allowed herself to do. She had a husband after-all. If he ever knew that she wanted another, well she knew what would happen if she allowed herself that pleasure. This was just business. She didn't have any other way to look at it. <em>Was Paul like this with any other of his employees?</em> She wondered suddenly. <em>Why? Why do you care? Why are you even thinking about this? Do you like him? Does he make you.... feel?</em> She pushed the thoughts from her mind. She felt, for the first time since meeting Paul that she was on an even scale with him. They were Boss and Employee. That was what this was about, wasn't it? These thoughts flashed through her mind at lightning speed.<br><br>His words, his fingers running through her hair, sent shivers down her spine. He seemed to have hardened more since her settling in front of him. His words gave her the sign that he accepted what she was going to do. Moving closer, she flicked her tongue out to touch him again. His skin was warm, soft and wet from her mouth. She licked the tip teasing it, letting her tongue surround the head a few times and she inhaled his intense scent. She let her lids fall heavily, but not completely, and her other hand slid down the front of her pelvis to her slit. She already knew that she was going to be wet. Further than he had already brought her when he had played with her lightly earlier. Her head moved closer to slide him into her mouth taking him deep within. Pulling back off of him, she suckled lightly this time, and almost felt herself shudder inwardly. <br><br>Her other hand moved past her clit to the entrance of her hole. She dipped her middle finger in, not completely, but enough to bring her juices out and up to her clit. She circled it then, moistening her inner labia with the same finger as she moved her head back down onto him slowly, her other hand upon him, moving in unison with her head. Her eyes fluttered shut fully now as she worked her head, sucking on him and flicking her clit ever so lightly every now and then, feeling herself rise in pleasure as she circled her clit, dipping inside of herself when it felt right. Her head and other hand began to work quicker on him, and every time she pulled back sucking, she could feel another shiver. Always slightly stronger than the last. Her inner muscles clenched and released from time to time and she heard herself let out a whimper through her nose as she began to work on him faster and faster, her head and the hand that was pleasing herself now in unison, like they were working together.<br><br>She pumped him with her hand as she suckled, but this time she moved her hand down to stroke his scrotum. Wanting to feel them soft in her hand.. Her tongue and lips moved down his shaft and back to the tip of his cock's head where she suckled and took him back into her mouth fully. Her hand fondling him lightly before moving back to the base to pump him faster. She glanced up searching his eyes knowing that her own were betraying her, her breathing heavy... wondering.. hoping, this was pleasing him. <br><br>That tiny, simple thing, could push her over the edge.&nbsp; Make her lose control. Right here, right now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 20:04:06</strong>
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				He watched as her hand moved down the front of her shaved pelvis, and her fingers began working her body.<br>He felt the way she yielded to his touch, almost molded herself to his hands. The whole thing was lurid and erotic, paul felt as if he had never had anyone give him head like this. He was right, Muriel didn't just enjoy this, she relished it. Her warm skin turned a bit darker as she flushed from the heat and what she was doing. He felt her mouth tasting him, heard her making obscene slurping sounds, and he groaned at this. As her mouth would lside off she would leave a wet trail, which her hand would gather up as it slid by as well.<br><br>He could not take his eyes off of her as she began to masterbate. He watched as she would slide her finger into her sex, getting it nice and wet before pulling it out and stroking her clit. He memorized how she did this so that later he could repeat what she had done himself, with his own fingers. Her mouth was magic, hot and wet, and her slurping noises only added to the sheer eroticism on the moment. His hand on her breast made circle around her nipple. He licked his first two fongers and thumb before letting it return to her breast so that he could play with her nipple easier, slipping across it and holding it between his fingers only to let it slid back out again. He moaned again and let go her hair in favor of her other breast. He felt an almost overwhelming desire to suck her breasts, lick her nipple and suck them into his mouth.<br><br>Her fingers became more desperate as she searched her pussy, seeming to try and find her own orgasm. He sensed this, sensed that she needed something to push her over the edge. Her eyes met his, pleading for something as she sucked him in, pushing past her gag reflex. He made strange noises, somewhere between a oof and a sigh, his eyes met hers and flared up with his passion. He reached up behind her head and held her in place as he gently pushed the last inch or so of his cock down her throat.<br><br>Then he hauled her to her feet and backed her against the glass again. His mouth found her as he kissed her, loosing himself in his passion, his need for her. Her mouth had been wonderful, but he wanted her pussy. He said in her ear as he entered her, "I am going to fuck you now. I am going to send you back out there freshly fucked and wobbley legged." He grinned as he lifted her ass, wrapping her legs around his waist and sliding hismelf in her, all the way, in one smooth stroke.<br><br>His voice was sheer confidence as he talked to her. "You want this as much as I do. You cannot wait to get fucked by a real man, a man who knows what he wants and takes it for himself." He began sliding in and out of her hot velvety wet insides, smoothly and never missing a stroke...
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 15:30:42</strong>
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				His wet fingers upon her nipple made her catch her breath. The simple change made her groan ever so lightly.. she fought a battle within herself. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, but it only added to her need. <em>Need?</em> She questioned herself. His hand fell to the back of her head and held her in place for a moment upon him, taking in so much, that she almost lost herself. <br><br>When he lifted her to her feet, it happened so fluidly and naturally that when he kissed she didn't have a chance to fight off the kiss. She was dead set against kissing him, yet... it was over too soon. Her lips felt slightly swollen and her mouth ached to have his own upon them once more. She felt herself being pressed back upon the glass wall. Her breathing was rappid, his whisper that fell to her ear only heightened her desires. <em>Oh lord, I want him... No! I can't have him! This is a Job!</em> Her reasoning shouted out to her. Begged to be listened to, but her body betrayed her as he slid into her like he fit there. <br><br>Her arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him in tight at first. She had known that this was going to happen, but something had changed. She wanted him and that was not expected. Her senses were heightened. His hands on her ass was pleasant.. she would be a liar if she denied that she like his hands on it. Her fingers bit into his shoulders and back as he moved within her. He talked to her, telling her things he knew about her, but she didn't answer. To answer him would be admitting defeat against the war that was raging within her. As he slid in and out of her, she knew that she was more than ready for him. She even clung to him like a desperate fool begging in the form of whimpers for her release. Panting... <em>Oh God! This wasn't suppose to be how this went!</em> Her eyes tightened shut as he fucked her, trying to hold back herself. <em>No no no...</em> she felt herself losing the control she was fighting for. Control over her body. It was too late, but it was too soon!<br><br>Her moaning grew as she was reaching her climax. She felt it grip her hard within and a spasm like she had never known could happen ripped through her. It was hard and fast and when it happened, she was shocked by it.&nbsp; When she came around him, she called out in a inaudible mix of his name and a groan.. it was savage, it was passion filled. <em><strong>Oh gaaawd Paauul..</strong></em> she cried out with her release. <br><br>His words echoed within her ears..over and over.. <em>"You want this as much as I do. You cannot wait to get fucked by a real man, a man who knows what he wants and takes it for himself."</em> She couldn't tell him how right he was. She just couldn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 20:50:53</strong>
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				He watched her, eyes open the whole time. He watched as she fought herself, trying not to give into the pleasure she felt. He watched as she surrendered, he saw the surprise on her face, the disbelief that she had so lost control over her body, that it has taken on a will of its own. His grin was truimphant, smug, satisifed, but not petulant, more joyful than mean spirited, more impish than hateful. His pride came from teh fact that he had seduced her so thoroughly that she had surrendered to her own passions. It was the ultimate surrender, the giving of herself to him.<br><br>He was not done with her yet, he had not reached his own peak. He leaned in and kissed her again, slowly and deeply. His passion boiled out of him in this kiss as his body continued to assault hers. He carried on this way, fucking her the way he wanted to, possessively, owning her, ravishing her. He began to feel his own climax approaching, and he dropped more of her weight onto his cock, causing it to penetrate her so very deeply, filling her so very completely. His mouth was greedy against hers, his kiss was consuming. He moaned into her mouth as his body erupted inside her own. His sperm was thick and hot, coating her, filling her to overflow. It ran out of her in little rivers along her inner thighs, mixing wth the sweat from his body.<br><br>When it was done he lowered her back down to her feet. He gave her permission to put her uniform back on. He asked her why she had not quit the job outright, she no longer needed the money. Her job now was to shop, pamper herself, and to be always ready for when he might call. He told her that thre was a function tonight, a ball for some charity or other. She would escort him, and she should go and pick out somthing to wear. He would send a car around for her at 5:15. He also forbade her from claening him off of her body. She had to wait until he had dried on her, knowing others around her would smell sex on her. He grinned again at this, not knowing if she would obey him, but the mere thought of it was highly erotic to him.<br><br>He walked her back down to her car. Before he let her go he kissed her again, as deeply and passionately as he had before. He felt like a teenager having just gotten his first kiss, and not wanting to do anything else. No one who saw them would think them anything but lovers. As he let her go he whispered to her again, "Now you've been fucked by a ral man." He watched her drive away.<br><br>========================<br><br>At home Wayne quizzed her about her day. He seemed to be more in tune with her, knowing she was hiding something. He pressed her, about her new clothes, about where she was going. He followed her into the bathroom to watch her change. He made rude comments about her, asking her (as usual) who would ever want her, and why he ever thought he could stay married to her. He was itching for a fight...
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 23:04:50</strong>
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				He continued to move within her, she was tighter than a few seconds ago with her juices spent. His movements felt so good that she welcomed it. She wanted to please him, and that was something that she hadn't known for a long, long time. How it felt to please a man. Not because you had to, but because you wanted to. His lips found hers and they felt hot and firm. She struggled to deny the sensual touch of them, but it was no use. She wanted the kiss. When he deepened it, she went willingly. She was putty in his hands and it was not fair. Not fair that someone like this could make her behave like this. Wanting, needing, craving.... <br><br>She felt consumed by his passion. She could feel his cock harden further as it slid in an out of her. She moaned again as he changed the position of her ever so slightly, but it was the perfect adjustment. So perfect, she almost begged him for more had she the energy. She could feel herself begin to want again, but within a couple more thrusts she felt his cum fill her as it burst from him. It was hot as it spilled inside and more. Overflowing her. She enjoyed the last twitches as his cock drained completely. It was good. There was no way around it. <br><br>As he lowered her down, her feet touched the floor, and yes.. her legs trembled. They felt shaky like they were new. She felt like a war had been fought, raging within, and won to leaver her as vulnerable as a new born lamb. She was unclear on who the victor was. She almost shook her head to return her from her fog. His voice seemed distant. He asked about her job, and then made what she felt was a demanded on her, that his cum to stay where it was. In her and on her. She wondered at it, but said nothing on it. She simply didn't have the energy to fight him at the moment. <br><br>As her head began to clear, she dressed quickly and heard him mention a ball. She wouldn't have a choice. She didn't like the idea of spending his money at all. Even though she had taken this Job, she still had dignity. She liked to work for her money. She understood that this was part of her salary, but she wouldn't take advantage of him or his money in this sense. If he wanted her to look nice, she would do as told and buy herself something reasonable to wear. Why she felt the need for approval from him, she was unsure of. But she didn't want to seem like some low-life cow that took at the first chance and opportunity. It wasn't her nature to do something like that.&nbsp; <br><br>He walked her down and out to her car and she though about all he had to say and when he kissed her again, she responded this time, fully willing without hesitation or even a second thought about it. When he whispered to her, her eyes hardened on him slightly. To kiss her as he had just done, practically making her melt,&nbsp; yet follow it with something like that didn't please her. It spun her into more confusion. Starting her car, she left him there as she drove away. The way home she wondered how she was going to get out of the house to attend the function. Of course she would go, but it was probably going to be one hell of a fight. <br><br><br>=========<br><br>When she walked into the house, she hoped that Wayne would be off doing god knows what. Most times he was anyhow. She knew that she was earlier than could normally have been expected for her return from work and when he strolled into the living-room from the kitchen, she avoided him as best he could. She laid the new clothing over the back of an arm chair as she walked into the bedroom, then further into to the bathroom. He followed her, of course, thinking he would get a show of her changing. Today was different. His comments lay on deaf ears as he verbally badgered her. She had heard it all so many times before. How useless she was, how dumb or ugly she was. She was inclined to believe it. No-one had ever told her any different.<br><br>She knew that he could tell she wasn't talking because there was something she didn't want him to know, but he kept on in his usual manner. He was good at having secrets. He had experience in keeping secrets, so he would know when one was being held. When he asked about her new clothes she turned to him.<strong><em> I have a new job, Wayne. I needed the new clothes.</em></strong> She knew to keep her tone light or suffer his hand. She also knew he was daft to the world of fashion and crossed her fingers silently that he also wouldn't notice that the dress, shoes and accessories she had boughten could cost close to half the wages she would make in a month at the diner.<br><br>She counted on his greed to take his mood in another direction. His eyes lit up at her mentioning a new job. More money? He questioned. She answered simply before making an attempt at closing the door to the bathroom. <strong><em>A little. I have to get ready to go.</em></strong> But the door was blocked with his foot.<br><br>She groaned inwardly as he threw open the door, and advanced on her. She didn't want him too close to her. Too many times she had smelled the sex of him and another woman on him. She prayed that he couldn't smell it. <em>Why did I obey that stupid request!?!</em> And the look in his eyes confirmed he knew. What else have you been doing with your day! he demanded of her in a seething tone. She backed against the tiny bathroom wall between the toilet and the counter.. She had nowhere to go and she cowered in fear. <strong><em>Please..</em></strong> she pleaded, her arms coming up to protect her head from what she knew was coming. But the sting of the back of his hand was felt anyways. The corner of her lip, she could taste the blood. <br><br>She suddenly felt herself being gripped by the upper arms and drug from the bathroom to be thrown across their bed. He ripped her clothes apart and off of her, and tears formed in her eyes. She curled into a protective ball, afraid of what she feared might come next. But it didn't. He just stood there, breathing hard looking at her. Then sneered. Well, well... Miss Priss has finally done it. Whoring yourself out now? Finally found someone that will fuck you without blindfolding you? &nbsp;His laughter sent shivers down her spine. She still laid in a fetus position, but he leaned down and yanked a hand full of hair, jerking her head back and close to his own. You may be an ugly bitch, but you are still -<em>my</em>- ugly bitch. He said this to her through clenched teeth, then stood to unbuckle his belt. <br><br>Her eyes closed at the sound his belt made as he pulled it from his waist, and she braced herself. The stings to her back were sharp and quick. Five in total. When he was done he yanked a handful of hair once more and leaned back in to whisper menacingly into her ear. Now that we have dealt with your deception, I expect one-hundred percent of the money you make given to me when you are paid. He then shoved on her head like he was disgusted. And was gone from the room. <br><br>Her tears came to her fully as she cried into the bed. Once her tears were spent, she gingerly slipped from the bed to the bathroom once more, where she ran the water for a shower. She saw her reflection in the mirror and turned to examine her back. The bright welts were across her lower back and the left side of her hip. Hate welled up within her as she stepped into the warm water. Tears found their way down her cheeks to mix with the water as it rolled down her body. <br><br>Slowly she picked up the shampoo and washed her hair and rinsed it, then followed suit with the conditioner. She then carefully washed her body with a soft cloth, gently where the belt had fallen.. She scrubbed the rest of her body, then washed away the remnants of Paul. Her fingers delicate in their work, her thoughts falling to him as she cleansed her most private area. Rinsing, she turned the water off and stepped out. Taking up a towel, she began to get ready to meet Paul. <br><br>The dress was low cut in the front with a broach that would sit perfectly between the lower valley of her breasts. <em>It fit her well</em>, the woman at the store had said. She was lucky that the welts would not show and would be completely covered. No bruises had formed yet on her arms, which was a good sign as the straps to the dress would do nothing to hide anything. She would done a sheer, but dark silk shawl just in case. She had to agree that the black dress was beautiful and complimented her figure, the length falling to just above her knees. The black satin heals matching perfectly. She only hoped the pain would ebb away over the next hour. <br><br>At 5:15, she spied the car as it pulled in front to pick her up. Last touches to her up-swept hair and a look over to her face and she exited the house like nothing had ever happened. She couldn't let it get to her. She hadn't in the past and she would be damned if she would let it now.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 19:51:09</strong>
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				Muriel walked out of her apartment and towards the limo parked just outside. Paul got out and opened the door for her, smiling brightly and appreciatively at her attire. As she got closer his look changed, he saw something, just at the corner of her mouth where he had struck her. If he did not know her face so well he would never have even noticed it, but he knew her better than he knew himself. As she closed the distance he reached out and put his finger tip under her chin, gently turning her so that he could be sure. He did not even need to ask the look in her eye said everything. Her husband had struck her, and it wasn't in a fun way. His eyes became slits with his anger. It was time he took control of this situation.<br><br>He knocked on the driver's window and called a name, Andy. The man who extricated himself from the vehicle was like a human mountain, tall and broad. He had a crew cut that was more grey them brown and the line on his face put him at around fifty, but in no way a slow decrepit fifty. "Muriel, Andy he is my driver and personal body guard." He said flatly and continued, "Andy, open the trunk. I think Muriel's husband is about to fall down and his his face about a dozen times, wouldn't you say?" Andy agreed that guys who hits women like this are often prone to falling down.<br><br>Paul put his jacket in the trunk and went to her door. When Wayne proved to much of a chickenshit to open it, Andy kicked it in. While Paul beat the living hell out of her husband, Andy told her he used to be a cop in Boston and that he had buddies on the job here. He grinned and let her know that Paul was able to handle himself. Paul eventually drug Wayne back into the room where he said, "I think it best if we just get a divorce." He looked back fearfully at Paul and continued that she could take her things with her now if she choose or he would just leave. Paul, of course, threw him out with a suitcase full of clothes and a promise that he wouldn't be so nice if he saw Wayne again.<br><br>Paul had Andy stand at the door while someone came to fix the door. Paul took Muriel into the back and tended her wounds. She had done a good job of it herself, probably from experience, but Paul did his best to sooth not just her body but her pride. "He won't come back, men like him are cowards. From now on you do what you want when you want. You don't need his permission or mine." He looked her in the eyes and continued. "I choose you. The whole thing, the contest all of it was a fix. I choose you because I want you. I want you to understand what sort of man I am, though, and that's why the deception. I want you to want to be with me, to do the things I want because you want to, not because you feel like you have to." he pulled her in and kissed her softly, in a way that would let her know he was being truthful, in a way that would tell her just how much he wanted her...how much he cared for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 01:02:52</strong>
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				His gentle touch that lifted her chin immediately brought the feeling of shame. She couldn't smile at him like she wanted, knowing that tears would spill forth. Hate formed within her heart. It steeled it with fear and loathing of how a man can treat a woman. <em>Wayne was no man.</em> She tried to tell herself silently. How many times would she have this absentminded talk with herself? How many years would she waste away talking to herself, growing bitter? The look on Pauls face almost seemed like the answer. Could she dare to trust?<br><br>When Paul knocked on the window of the car and the behemoth of a man got out, she just stood there with a blank look on her face not knowing what clearly was about to happen.&nbsp; Her head swam as he talked. As he mentioned the trunk a fear almost set in. She yelled inside <em>No.. no no, don't kill Wayne! I am not worth it! </em> Silently she knew that that was her deepest wish, but she didn't want to bring this upon Paul. She held her face in her hands and turned away as Paul kicked in the front door. Andy talked to her and she barely heard a word he was saying. It didn't matter. <br><br>She looked back at the door when Wayne came flying stumbling out with a suitcase close behind. She turned her head away from Wayne while he collected himself up off of the walk and disappeared quickly. Once he was gone, she went back inside with Paul where he looked after her, tenderly. Glimpses of his face, she wondered what she had done to have him enter her life. When he spoke, it was of confessions she would not dared to dream of. She didn't understand. Why? The question formed upon her lips, but never made its way to being asked, because he continued to explain and it was a lot to take in all at once. She was shocked and surprised. <br><br>When he pulled her in for a kiss, it was different than their previous kiss. It was soft and gentle. The hard businessman was missing and replaced by the man that was before her. She struggled with it all and pulled away from his kiss, finding her voice finally. <strong><em>Paul, ..why.. what have I done to make you want me?</em></strong> She sighed softly. Then stood and talked firmer. <strong><em>Look at me!?! You want this broken, nothing of a woman?</em></strong> Her eyes pleaded with him and again she asked softly, <strong><em>Why??</em></strong> She looked at him now and realized that he seemed to be bearing his soul. But she couldn't fathom someone wanting her. She walked over to look out the window not seeing anything, but continued. <strong><em>There is nothing that I have done that involved you that I didn't want to do. You didn't force anything on me... </em></strong>She almost whispered. She wanted him to know that. She didn't know if it mattered or not, but it mattered that he knew.<br><br>She knew that she was attracted to him. She was attracted the very first time that he walked into that diner. She just never imagined a life without Wayne. How could she? She was married to Wayne, though -that- she hoped, would be changing, but even though it wasn't the right thing to do, she still valued her marriage sense of loyalty. It was stupid, she knew.. and after what they (Herself and Paul) had done together.. a smile crept out of her lips, but only slightly. She knew that she was hardly a saint for what she had done during wedlock with another man, but she understood that her marriage was over as soon as she stepped into that elevator. <br><br>Shaking her head lightly she turned back to him. She didn't mind either way if they did or did not go to the ball. The question that was on her mind was... How long would he want her.... <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 18:48:16</strong>
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				He walked over to her, putting his hands very lightly on her upper arms. "I can only imagine what it must have been like to live with Wayne. I can hear him in your words. You are not broken, you are the most priceless treasure I can imagine. What did you do? You were just yourself. The first time I went in that diner, it was to get a closer look at you. I have never seen anything so beautiful. Even though you are beautiful, its you, who you are, that I..." he caught himself, but cintinued, saying what was on his mind, ...fell in love with. You are so nice, friendly, even teasing me. You made me feel special. You made me feel like...like just seeing you everyday would make life worth living. I didn't keep going back there for the food, it wasn't very good."<br><br>He turned her to face him, wanting her to see the truth in his eyes. "When I enherited this money, I could have anything I wanted. I could have people killed if I wanted to. The one thing that kept coming to mind, the one thing I wanted more than anything, was to be with you. I could not imagine being with anyone else unless you were there. I cannot imagine life without you in it.<br><br>So I did this, I set this up. I took advantage of the fact that your husband doesn't love you. I took advantage of the fact that you need money. I took advantage of all these things because I want to be with you. I know that you did those things with me because you wanted to. I hope you want more. I hope your desire me as much as I desire you."<br><br>He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. He inhaled her scent, enjoyed the feeling of her body against his. "I don't want you living here, its not safe. I want you with me, but I understand if your not ready for that. Let me get you a place that is yours own, a place Wayne doesn't know about. Let me take care of you...love you. Let me be the guy you can depend on, the one you turn to with porblems or needs, the one you talk to. I want to talk to you, listen to you. You say your are valueless, but I say nothing <em>nothing</em> on this earth is more priceless, more vaulauble, more treasured."<br><br>He wantd to kiss her again, but he held back. He went just so far, but he did not cross the entire distance, she had to meet him. She had to come to him, and from the look on his face and in his eyes, it was clear that he wanted more. He wanted her to accept him for who he was, free him to be what he had always been anyway...
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 21:57:58</strong>
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				When he approached her, he seemed to have purpose. His touch was light and gentle upon her arms. She searched his face as he began to speak to her and she listened to all he had to say. His words were almost uncomfortably kind and sweet. She immediately felt her heart leap within her chest when he paused, then stated he fell in love. She was uncertain what she should do or feel. If she thought about it, she wasn't sure that she had ever been in love before, nor had someone love her. She turned her look away from him, afraid that what he was saying was truth.<br><br>She felt his hand upon her face, though it was gentle, he turned her face so that she could see him, really look within his eyes and see the depths and it caused her breath to catch. Her emotions seemed to be bubbling to the surface, but she held herself together to listen to him continue. He told her of money and what he had done to try to capture her interest. Her feelings were a mix of caring for the man before her and her shallow need for a quick fix. Her desperation.. it sickened her now at how she had allowed herself to be so. <br><br>He held her close and she allowed him this. To say that she didn't care for him would be a lie to herself. He was offering her a life that anyone should be happy to take, but how could she just hop into a situation like this? She wanted him to know that if they were to be together that she needed him to know that she was not with him for his money. At his suggestion of a home, she shook her head lightly but let him continue as he spoke. How could she tell him that she needed to be sure that she was in love before she allowed him to do the things he was promising? <br><br>When he seemed to finish, she tried to protest, but he came forward as if to kiss her. There was so much she wanted to say, wanted him to understand, but she needed his kiss, his touch. The way it happened was almost like he was asking her permission for this kiss, and her heart melted a little. She couldn't help but meet him in the middle. It was on even grounds and the kiss was tender and light. Her lips giving way to his, she moved closer to him and her arms naturally encircled his neck. Her head was swimming, her heart pounding. Yes, she desired him. She couldn't allow herself to use him. She flat out wouldn't. <br><br>When the kiss broke, she spoke finally, still close, her arms around him. <strong><em>Paul.. I can not let you put me in a home. You know I can't. It is sweet of you to want to protect me. And deep down I want that. </em></strong>She brushed the back of her hand upon his cheek in a caressing way. <strong><em>What woman wouldn't want an attractive man to do that for them? But I won't allow you to do this for me. Because if I am going to be with you, I want you to be sure that you know that it is for the right reasons, not for your money. If this has any chance of becoming what I think it could.... </em></strong>She suddenly didn't know how she wanted to finish the sentence. The normal was.. take it slower, but how could they go back to, what...dating? <br><br>After a moment she continued. <strong><em>Paul, I desire you more than I ever knew I could desire anyone. My mind is all a jumbled mess of feelings I have developed for you in such a short time.. I.. I feel like I am in a whirl wind.</em></strong> <em>Not to mention just standing close like this makes me weak in the knees.</em> She thought inwardly. She looked into his eyes though and hoped that she made sense when she spoke again. <strong><em>I want to be sure that the desire I feel, the feelings I have, is more than just that. </em></strong>After saying what she needed, she felt herself blush for the first time around him. She wondered if she was being foolish in wanting to be sure of the real thing.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 17:58:05</strong>
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				She need not have worried, Paul was very intuitive. He understood what she wanted, what she was asking for. She wanted to date him, really be his girlfriend and not just the woman he paid to be around him. He nodded slowly, letting what she desired settle in. "Alright then, if that what you want. You are no longer my employee, which I hope means we can be more. I want that, I wanted it from the start. But if you are not going to let me get you a place, then I am going to hire four big guys like Andy to be your personal bodyguards. Dont argue about it, Andy isn't here just for show. There are a lot of people who would kidnapp someone like me for ransom, and if you are with me you run taht same risk. I won't let you go around naked." He blushed at his own Freudian slip, but continued, "Anyone in my position would do the same and I wont have you argueing that point."<br><br>He realized that his arms were still around her. He heard people up front fixing the door. he felt suddenly exposed, as if he no longer had the right to be here. When he thought about it, he didn't really. This was her place now, and without the contract he could not demand her time, only ask for it. "I want to stay here, with you. I understand if you don't, if you would rather back up and take things slowly. We have fucked but we haven't made love. I am patient person, Muriel, I am willing to wait for you to be comfortable."<br><br><em>But I know you want me, your mouth and body tell me so. You want me, maybe as baddly as I want you. Its up to you now, I can demand nothing else from you, only ask...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 01:38:54</strong>
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				Her smile could have lit up a room as he began to talk. She even laughed at his mentioning of four big guys as her personal bodyguards. Which he cut off her protest before it even began. She had a feeling that this was new territory for both of them and it made her happy to be going through this together.<br><br>She watched all of the changes in his expressions as he spoke to her. And it was all new and different than the man he had presented her with earlier. She even recognized him from before. Not the man in the elevator, but the man from the diner. As he continued to speak about wanting to stay, how he was wiling to wait... she listened to him until that point. She smiled, then spoke softly. <strong><em>Paul, ... Shhhh.. </em></strong>She placed a single finger upon his lips to silence him. <strong><em>I am not going anywhere...</em></strong> and as she removed her finger, she replaced it with a gentle kiss. She wanted him to know that he had her, it was just that they had started this relationship on the flip side rather than the normal way. <br><br>She intentionally didn't deepen the kiss, though she definitely wanted to. She was still close to him and wanted him to see the light in her eyes that -he- had placed there as she looked up at him. She was glad that he was patient because their situation may get uglier before it could be bliss. She still had a divorce to live through. <strong><em>Yes, Paul. I would like it if you stayed here with me, but I don't want you to be miserable either. This isn't the way you are used to living.. I know that.</em></strong> She kissed him again lightly, this time on the cheek because for the first time in her life she felt hopeful.<br><br>Noticing that the door was now repaired she stepped back from him, and smiled genuinely. <strong><em>Is this Ball something that we need to attend?&nbsp; Or.. is it something we can skip out on and maybe do something together?</em></strong> She asked coyly. She really didn't have any ideas on where they could go or what they would do, but she wanted to spend time with him, get to know him better. Learn about him, and where the evening took them from there...was anyones guess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 18:07:17</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81701.msg3665159#msg3665159">Quote from: Rozel on 22-09-2010, 01:38:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong><em>Yes, Paul. I would like it if you stayed here with me, but I don't want you to be miserable either. This isn't the way you are used to living.. I know that.</em></strong> She kissed him again lightly, this time on the cheek because for the first time in her life she felt hopeful.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Paul let her kiss him before he answered her. He could see the hope in her eyes, the effect of being cared for. He had known her spirit wasn't dead, she didn't act so open and fun at the diner for that to be the case. She had only needed someone to come along and give her the attention and love she needed for it to bloom again. Her question was answered easily, "Used to? I've only had this money for like eight monthes. Before it I lived in a tiny little studio, so this is nice by comparison. We'll stay here until you feel ready to move in with me." He smiled brightly and considered the issue closed.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=8058">Quote from: Malina on 22-09-2010, 00:55:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Noticing that the door was now repaired she stepped back from him, and smiled genuinely. <strong><em>Is this Ball something that we need to attend?&nbsp; Or.. is it something we can skip out on and maybe do something together?</em></strong> She asked coyly. She really didn't have any ideas on where they could go or what they would do, but she wanted to spend time with him, get to know him better. Learn about him, and where the evening took them from there...was anyones guess.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He smirked at this, and said "I hate those things. I was only goign so I could drag you into a closet and have nearly public sex with you again." He smirks, but clearly he meant it. "I think since we are dressed for it, we could manage something very nice, just give me a minute." He took out his phone and held her with the other arm, as if he could not possibly let her go. He went through some items on the menu and pulled up what he was looking for. <em>Ferrando's</em> was the place to take your Significant Other in the area, whether you were proposing, having an anniversary, or just nice night out you went there. His conversation went something along the lines of he didn't care that there weren't any tables open, he was part owner and they would have to bump someone. When he was done, he offered his arm and lead her to the limo.<br><br>Once inside he told her they had reservations pending for severn thirty, which was an hour away. He could have Andy drive slowly and they could talk. He asked her what she would like to know about him, he had no intentions of hiding anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 01:51:07</strong>
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				She laughed lightly at his confidence. He seemed so sure that everything would work its self out. She wished she had that kind of confidence. Then further smiled at his honesty about the closet. Her smile turned more into a grin, but she tried to push the thought of them in a closet away, her cheeks reddening. <br><br>She agreed that they should go out and have a good time and she watched as he took control of the situation. She liked a man that did that, to an extent. She liked her own individuality, but having a man around to take care of her was different than what she previously had. There is a difference between being controlled and having things like this being taken care of. When he ended his call she took his arm he offered and got into the limo. Settling back, she was comfortable. She wasn't sure how long the ride would be but she didn't care. She was glad to be alone with him once more. <br><br>She had assumed about how he was used to living. And it embarrassed her slightly. She normally did not do that with people. When he asked what she wanted to know, she thought quietly for a moment. She wanted to know his background, and wanted to know what and where he saw himself in the future. She smiled as the question popped into her head. <strong><em>If you could change something about yourself, what would it be &amp; why?</em></strong> She knew this was kind of a corny question, but she hardly new anything about him and suddenly she wanted to know anything and everything she could. Before he could continue, she also threw in that anything he wanted to know about her, she would readily tell him. He needed only to ask.<br><br>She kept her hands in her lap and tried her best not to let her attraction to him get in the way of their talking. She couldn't help it that she found him to be handsome. There was no mistaking her feelings for him could blossom so easily, but she had to hold back. She had to make sure that they would be good together. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 00:47:56</strong>
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				In the back of the limo, on the long side bench seat, he turned her to face him. He pulled her feet up into his lap and took off her shoes, placing them neatly on the floor of the car. He bagan massaging them. He seemed to know what he was doing, he used the heal of his palm on the soles of her feat. He used his whole hand to massage her heal and ankle. He used his fingers on each of her toes. He knew something special to. Just below her big toe, on the ball of her foot, was a spot. If you found it and you pressed it correctly it would send a little jolt up to a woman's clit. He was in the process of searching it out when he heard her question. he looked up into her eyes and then back down at her foot. He found the spot, and he <em>pressed</em> his thumb against it just so...<br><br>He looked back up at her and continued to massage her feet He gently rubbed them as he began to speak in a low voice. He was ashamed of what he was about to tell her, ashamed but he had promised to be truthful and he swore to himself never to break a promise he made to her. He cleared his throat and began, "I started drinking when I was 13. By the time I was in highschool I was a functioning alcoholic. I drank whenever I could and as much as I could. The day before I turned 19 I went to a frat party. I don't remember much of it. I drank so much that night I litterally overdosed on alcohol. I went into a coma, it lasted 19 days. When I woke up, they had a priest there, I thought I was going to get my last rights or something. He didn't give me last rights. He told me that my parents had been killed by a drunk driver, that they had been trying to get to the hospital to take care of me..."<br><br>He sat silently for a few moments and then heaved a large sigh. "After that I went to my first AA meeting. I haven't touched a drop since then. So yea...thats what I would change." He went back to rubbing her feet. "I don't need to ask you that same question, I bet I could guess. How about this one. If you could have anyting...anything at all...what would you ask for. Like three wishes. What would you wish for?"<br><br>He watched her as closely as she had wathed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 17:57:16</strong>
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				As he took hold of her foot, she was pleasantly surprised. His hands seemed to know exactly what to do, and she couldn't help to lay back slightly and enjoy his hands and fingers upon her feet. Her eyes drooped slightly as she let herself enjoy the attention. She was surprised when she felt a subtle sensation making her almost sit upright, but she shook it away as he began to answer her question. <br><br>His tale was that of what she perceived to be shame and recklessness that every young adult experiences. It also served to be an eye opener for her. She would not have guessed that alcohol was something that he struggled with.. His sudden quietness told her not to press this issue. <em>In good time, maybe.</em> she thought. Then he continued and she thought about what he was saying.. it didn't seem that it was the alcohol that he struggled with, moreso .. was it guilt? and the inability to forgive himself? Was the AA meetings more for support rather than to help him with a dependency problem? She wasn't sure how she could take this confession. Just because one went to AA, didn't mean it was to overcome alcoholism. Did he still drink? She suspected not, because of his parents, but she really couldn't tell if the drinking was the point of the tale. <br><br>All of these thoughts coursed through her rather rapidly, but she kept it all to herself. She had watched him closely as he talked and noted how it was not the easiest thing for him to do, to tell her what he had. And at his own question to her, she smiled and thought for a moment. <strong><em>Three wishes... </em></strong> she mused, and rolled it over her tongue as well as her mind. <br><br>She looked at him and scooted closer to him, sliding her feet back to the floor, she took up his hand in hers and held it within her lap. She wondered what he would think of her answer. She looked down into her lap and spoke from the heart, as painful as it was.<strong><em> I would wish for a cure to cancer.. all of it. Some magic pill or shot.. something to be rid of it forever.</em></strong> She sat quietly for a few seconds, then continued. <strong><em>As for more wishes? Like three wishes? That would be the first, the second would be to believe in something ...more, again. Even though religion is not something that I have been a faithful follower of...Not to the extent that one thinks of, like going to church and things.. That is not what I am saying at all. I mean that there could be.. more.</em></strong> Her face construed with what she was trying to say, but it felt like it was coming out all wrong.<br><br>Her voice took on a change.. it shook lightly and was filled with unharnessed emotion. <strong><em>I have been effected by cancer and I sit and I look around every once in a while and I wonder why something like this can effect so many people.. good people, children... people that don't deserve this. How it skips around, picking this person or that.. and having no rhyme or reason. How could something more allow... ? </em></strong>She ended with the what if. She was surprised at how she spilled her feelings about this like it was a soda bottle that had been shaken and finally the cap had popped off. She didn't even know if this was making any kind of sense to him at all, nor if he was religious, which she then hoped she hadn't offended him. She suddenly let go of his hand and just placed her head in her hands, fingertip meeting fingertips upon her forehead and rested her elbows upon her lap, her hair falling from its clasp to hide her face. <em>What am I doing!?!</em>She squeezed her eyes shut for a second. Still in the same position, she spoke quietly. <strong><em>As for a third wish, I couldn't begin to even think of a third... </em></strong>Her voice trailed off lightly as she begged herself for emotional control. <br><br>Taking a deep breath she glances at him, and sits back, thinking for a moment. <strong><em>Do you think money has made you happier than you were previously? I mean.. if you lost it all, would you feel like your life was over?</em></strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 20:59:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81701.msg3681554#msg3681554">Quote from: Rozel on 25-09-2010, 17:57:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><em> I would wish for a cure to cancer.. all of it. Some magic pill or shot.. something to be rid of it forever.</em></strong> She sat quietly for a few seconds, then continued. <strong><em>As for more wishes? Like three wishes? That would be the first, the second would be to believe in something ...more, again. Even though religion is not something that I have been a faithful follower of...Not to the extent that one thinks of, like going to church and things.. That is not what I am saying at all. I mean that there could be.. more.</em></strong> Her face construed with what she was trying to say, but it felt like it was coming out all wrong.<br><br>Her voice took on a change.. it shook lightly and was filled with unharnessed emotion. <strong><em>I have been effected by cancer and I sit and I look around every once in a while and I wonder why something like this can effect so many people.. good people, children... people that don't deserve this. How it skips around, picking this person or that.. and having no rhyme or reason. How could something more allow... ? </em></strong>She ended with the what if. She was surprised at how she spilled her feelings about this like it was a soda bottle that had been shaken and finally the cap had popped off. She didn't even know if this was making any kind of sense to him at all, nor if he was religious, which she then hoped she hadn't offended him. She suddenly let go of his hand and just placed her head in her hands, fingertip meeting fingertips upon her forehead and rested her elbows upon her lap, her hair falling from its clasp to hide her face. <em>What am I doing!?!</em>She squeezed her eyes shut for a second. Still in the same position, she spoke quietly. <strong><em>As for a third wish, I couldn't begin to even think of a third... </em></strong>Her voice trailed off lightly as she begged herself for emotional control.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>He looked into her eyes when she said "As for the third..." but could not finish the statement. Something in his head just clicked, he knew what her third wish would be. He was only the tiniest bit put off by the fact that she wouldn't just come right out and say it, so he did it for her, "Children? I want at least a half dozen myself." He began teasing her for thinking he was so shallow as to not want them. "And if you get tired of having them, we could always go the rout of holiwood and adopt from foriegn countries." His smile told her he wasn't serious, but that he was just giving her a hard time for not just coming out and saying what she wanted. "Listen Muriel, never hold back on me. Always tell me what you are thinking and what you want. I promise you the same."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81701.msg3681554#msg3681554">Quote from: Rozel on 25-09-2010, 17:57:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Taking a deep breath she glances at him, and sits back, thinking for a moment. <strong><em>Do you think money has made you happier than you were previously? I mean.. if you lost it all, would you feel like your life was over?</em></strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He smirked again, "You cheated, that was two questions." Then he thought about what she asked him seriously before he answered her, "Happier? Well not the money so much as what it represents - security. I don't have to worry about whether or not I will eat next week. It also gives me freedom, freedom to go where I want and do what I want, so yes there is that. Also there is what I can do with it. That charity thing tonight, I gave ten million dollars to a children's hospital here in Baltimore, for research and treatment. I was being honored, but really why worry about that. i can do good things with this money, so thats what I am doing.<br><br>Would my life be over? No, but I would miss the security. I have been working since I was fourteen. I worked hard, and now I can still work, but its for the betterment of others, not just to keep my head above water. We mustn't forget that without the money, neither of us would be here. I honestly don't mind being poor, working class, whatever. Right now I have you in my life, and that makes me happy."<br><br>He wrapped her in his arm and held her close. "Ok, now I get two. When Wayne is out of your life, would you make a life with me? Second, what is your favorite position?" His smile at his second question was very impish, but he expected an answer...
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 20:03:10</strong>
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				She wasn't intending to be coy when he talked about children. What woman doesn't want children? It had crossed her mind, but she wasn't sure she was ready to admit it to herself yet. She smiled at him as he teased her about being chickenshit in admitting to him that, yes, that was a dream she had. <em>Someday..</em> He continued, expressing that he wanted them to be forthcoming with each other. And she nodded in agreement. <em>Yes, he is right, you know he is..</em> A relationship must be based of honesty and trust if it is to become what she believed she wanted.<br><br>She chuckled as he accused her of cheating. Without even realizing it, she had done just that. <strong><em>I.. I.. </em></strong> She gave up her weak defense of cheating, with a smile upon her face and a very light shrug. But he moved on without skipping a beat and his answers impressed her, enabling her to glance a bit deeper into the person that was before her. Not many could claim what he was, in his ways of doing things. And she felt that he was honest with her.. it also made her feel almost guilty for robbing him of recognition, but she wasn't so sure that he felt that she was. <br><br>When he began to answer her second question, she smiled a little as he spoke. She knew what it was like to work for her own money...work for her family to have money, help support herself and her family through high-school. It brought back memories she had not thought of in a long time. It made her think about things. Basics were not something to be ashamed of. She was proud of herself and the dignity that she had. She just hoped he could see that in her. That she wasn't some two bit whore trying to pull anything over on him. <br><br>As he pulled her into his arms, she couldn't help but feel safe and she wanted to melt into his arms. Just to have someone hold her and know that she was ok.. that everything would be alright was enough. His question about Wayne only seemed to make the moment more fairytale. She immediately wondered how anyone like him could ever truly want someone like her. She couldn't help it. She had not been valued as a person for so long that the old crap was still easily believed. <strong><em>Paul, I would like that very much...</em></strong> she answered gently. But as soon as it was out, he followed it by his second question and she had to playfully poke him in the ribs as she laughed, pulling back a bit.<br><br><em><strong>Position? ... Oh Paul, do I have to choose one?</strong></em>She giggled, the look on her face was crumpled in thought. There were a few that she liked...very much, and her face even flushed as she thought of them. <em><strong>Well, if I can -only- pick one.. then I would have to say Spooning... Yeah yeah, I know.. it doesn't sound very exciting.. but to me, it is the most contact for skin on skin. Chest on my back, arms roaming over the front, touching.. teasing.....everything... </strong></em>her mind continued and said <em>...his cock sliding within from behind..</em> Her eyes glossy in thought..and she shuddered lightly at it all, feeling a familiar stirring inside of her, afraid of it making her wet. Taking a deep breath to cool herself, she turned the same question back on him.<br><br><em><strong>... And what is yours?</strong></em> A wry grin spread upon her face as she awaited his answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 18:06:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81701.msg3695674#msg3695674">Quote from: Rozel on 28-09-2010, 20:03:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As he pulled her into his arms, she couldn't help but feel safe and she wanted to melt into his arms. Just to have someone hold her and know that she was ok.. that everything would be alright was enough. His question about Wayne only seemed to make the moment more fairytale. She immediately wondered how anyone like him could ever truly want someone like her. She couldn't help it. She had not been valued as a person for so long that the old crap was still easily believed. <strong><em>Paul, I would like that very much...</em></strong> she answered gently. But as soon as it was out, he followed it by his second question and she had to playfully poke him in the ribs as she laughed, pulling back a bit.<br><br><em><strong>Position? ... Oh Paul, do I have to choose one?</strong></em>She giggled, the look on her face was crumpled in thought. There were a few that she liked...very much, and her face even flushed as she thought of them. <em><strong>Well, if I can -only- pick one.. then I would have to say Spooning... Yeah yeah, I know.. it doesn't sound very exciting.. but to me, it is the most contact for skin on skin. Chest on my back, arms roaming over the front, touching.. teasing.....everything... </strong></em>her mind continued and said <em>...his cock sliding within from behind..</em> Her eyes glossy in thought..and she shuddered lightly at it all, feeling a familiar stirring inside of her, afraid of it making her wet. Taking a deep breath to cool herself, she turned the same question back on him.<br><br><em><strong>... And what is yours?</strong></em> A wry grin spread upon her face as she awaited his answer.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her answer to his first question was pleasing. He had hoped she would say yes, that a life with him would be acceptable. She knew a little of what made him tick, but not all. He had time to ease her into the lifestyle he had chosen. His smile let her know, but he told her anyway, "That makes me very happy."<br><br>She poked his ribs, giggled and blushed like a school girl. She was not used to talking this way, bluntly, about sex. It made him feel very honored that she was with him, he liked that she could be both naughty, like in the elevator, and shy like now. Her question was expected and he knew his own answer. "I like a girl on her back on top with her legs together between mine. Its the same sort of body contact and freedom of movement with the hands, but her legs together close her and make her tighter, and her weight is on her pubic bone, which is very good for me."<br><br>As he discussed this his hand went to her thigh and under the skirt of her dress. He was frank, he felt no compunction about touching her in what might seem a lewd manner. He spread her thighs with his hand, and found her panties. He moved them aside, and slide his fingers against her, but he continued talking with her as if nothing was different. Again he is setting up the body brain conflict by keeping her mind working while enticing her body to relax and give into him. "What do you want out of your own life that you do not have? For instance would you like to go to college?" His middle finger entered her fully and he withdrew it immediately only to plunge it back inside her. He obviously knew how to entice a woman's body, as he brushed her clit with his thumb on the entry and drug his finger across it on the outstroke.<br><br>He murmured to her not to get too worked up, they had dinner reservations after all. His grin was infectious, he is being almost crewl with his teasing now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 14:32:21</strong>
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				She smiled wryly and nodded lightly as he answered the question she had returned to him. She watched as his hand touched her thigh lightly then slid further towards her wanton center. Her resolve when it came to his touch, was confusing. Her body readily responded to him, yet her mind said to hold back. She couldn't help it. She felt so at ease with him that his hand stroking her wasn't out of place. She welcomed it, in fact. She loved the way he could make her breath catch in her throat at just a simple brush of his fingers. She took a calming breath and closed her eyes as he spoke trying to concentrate upon his words.<br><br>His questions found her through the mist he was creating. And they were more serious than she thought they would be. <em><strong>I.. I don't know.</strong></em> Her attention wavering.. <em><strong>I have never really thought about it... Oh lord,</strong></em> she lets her hips come slightly forward upon the seat, and he tells her not to get to worked up... <em><strong>I had always saw myself being a wife...</strong></em> she grasps for control mentally. A small <em><strong>mmm..</strong></em> escapes her lips as he continues his assault upon her.. but she struggles to answer him.<br><br><em><strong>My life has taken a sudden turn that I wasn't prepared for...</strong></em> His hand is making her want more, yet she is denied, she knows it<em><strong>... School? I don't know what... </strong></em> He steals her concentration once more...unable to form a question for him, she figures they are close to arriving at the restaurant, but she is not sure if she wants that.. she squirms a little at his touch, needing more...
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 18:06:18</strong>
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				He waited a few more seconds before saying anything. "Since you haven't asked me a question, that means I win. I'll claim my prize in a bit." He slides his finger out of her wet body and licks it clean in front of her, grinning as he does so. "You have the best tasting pussy." <br><br>The car pulled into the restraunt parking lot, and Paul let them out. He smiled as he watched her walk in front of him, his hand resting on the small of her back. The inside was definately fine dining, large table clothes covered the tables and each had a light candle in the center. Paul told them who he was and they were immedaitely escorted to a semi-private table to the side, by a large window which overlooked the Chesapeek Bay. While they waited to order, Paul looked across at her, "I wish I had made you wear something sluttier." His comment had a wicked grin attached.<br><br>The waiter came over and aked for their order. Everything on the menu was seafood based, both French and Italian style. The other thing about it was that there were no prices, it was the kind of place where if you had to ask, you could not afford. Paul seemed intent on showing her the finest things he could offer her. He was intent on something else as well. When she began to order he dropped his shoe and used his foot to nudge her thighs open so that he could slowly slide that foot against her bare thigh. He was adroit at things that would keep her off balance, he had played these games before.<br><br>He order for himself after her, keeping what was above the table seemingly normal as below the table he was trying everything he could to make her blush with desire. When the waiter left he leaned in again and in a husky voice that was laced with demand he said, "Take your panties off." He moved his foot, waiting for her to comply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 15:39:07</strong>
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				She gave a small laugh at his claim for the win, and watches what appears to be a smirk. She blushes slightly at his words, knowing the feelings he was stirring within her. Before she had time to think or pull herself a bit more together, they had arrived and he was soon whisking her into the restaurant. She looked around nonchalantly, hoping not to seem as though she was out of place. It was the finest place imaginable. It made the place she had worked at look like a greasy dive.. and it made her wonder why he subjected himself to such a place when he had obvious other options.<br><br>The table they were taken to had a breathtaking view that overlooked the water. They took their seats and waited quietly to order. The look in Pauls eye was that of what seemed to be playful in nature. His comment and grin confirmed the look in his eye and she couldn't help but think of the car ride and his hand upon her. Her body responding to him like it was the most natural thing in the world. As the waiter arrived, she gave her order, which was a Smoked Salmon Lox, Cucumber and Dill Crème Fraîche dish. She hadn't realized the place was only Seafood, so she ordered something safe that she was sure to like. At the same moment, the feel of his warm foot upon her inner thighs, to open to him, she almost caught up as she finished her order to the waiter as she complied with his apparent want. He, on the other-hand did not skip a beat. His order was fluent as if nothing was going on behind the scenes. A master at his game. The waiter wandered away finally none the wiser.<br><br>She smiled across at him and shook her head just barely enough so that he would notice, but no one else would have known. A wicked grin on her face. He replied in kind by asking her to remove her panties. Her eyes dashed back and forth shiftily, and she couldn't help but giggle, enjoying this immensely. Looking around slightly, but not in a way that would draw attention, she placed her hands upon her thighs. There, she took up the cloth of the table and placed it upon her lap. It was quite difficult as her skirt was slid back to grasp her panty. The hardest part being lifting her ass and yet not make it look like she was doing so.. She ended up working one side slowly then the other.. maintaining the illusion that she had not moved, yet had..but once they were to her thighs, she leaned in to the table as if they were having intimate conversation and she used one hand to finish the job, while she smiled back at him. <br><br>She felt her panties fall away to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Smoothing her skirt back into place, she moved the panties with her foot to the center of the table and dropped the cloth of the table back down. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but for some reason she knew that she would never see that pair of panties again. Her smile widened wondering what he next had in store for her. Her pulse, she hadn't noticed, had begun to race with anticipation. <em>Now... what are you going to take off for me?</em> She whispered over to him, in a flirting manner. She knew that there wasn't much that he could remove that was not more revealing than herself, but she had to release some of her laughter, not really caring if he did anything in the same manner that she had complied with. It was satisfactory to see the reaction upon his face when she did ask.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 18:34:51</strong>
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				his grin was devilish as he leaned back in his seat and ran his bare foot against her inner thigh. "Oh I can think of something." His voice was nonchalaunt, but his action was anything but nonchalaunt. He stroked the bare skin of her inner thigh with the side of his foot, running it back and forth and going further under her skirt with each subtle move.<br><br>By the time he reached her crotch the appetizers were already being brought out. He whispers, "Are you getting wet for me?" His voice was teasing her, as if he knew the answer already having felt her in the car he was fairly sure he did. he turned his foot so as to slide the outter edge against her lips, but had to stop so that he could share the Callimari with her.<br><br>He dipped one of the lightly fried rings into marinara sauce and fed it to her. He dipped one for himself, and then one for her and so on. He enjoyed the feeling of her lips against his fingers, ignoring the stares of the people around him. He kept his eyes trained on her own, focusing on her entirely and letting the rest of the world fall away. When the appetizer was through he slide around to her side of the table and reached under her skirt line to touch her bare crotch. He slipped his fingers along her wet lips, but did not enter her. He found her clit and lightly pinched it, stroking her as he licked his lips.<br><br>He moved back to his own side when the main course arrived. His was a muscles in linguinie under a marinara sauce. Of course he shared with her, and talked with her again, mostly of subjects they had brought up during the car ride. He elaborated on his previous answers and asked her to do the same. When this course was done, he repeated his previous actions, moving around beside her and touching her lewdly under the table cloth. He was enjoying this, purposely torturing her sexually, dragging out this seduction...
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 23:22:36</strong>
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				His foot was smooth on her skin. The look in his eyes was that of amusement to her. She grinned back averting her eyes. She wasn't sure that she wanted him to know that his attentions were brilliant in how they made her feel towards him. Like she never knew what to expect, but in a good way. Something she liked about him. When the appetizers arrived his whisper was answered with a teasing intense wink. Simple. No words needed.<br><br>When he fed her, she enjoyed every minute of it. No one had ever paid this kind of attention to her and he was good at it. She licked her lips lightly after the first one, not in a way that was intent to be sexual, but just naturally, preparing for the second that followed. It was good..She had to admit it..the second bite, she let her lips brush his fingers as she slowly retrieved the treat from them, her eyes not moving from his own. <br><br>She smiled when he slid over to her. His hand was warm and she invited it. His touch was yummier than the seafood snack they had just shared, and she spread herself just a minute amount so that his fingers could roam where they will. It didn't matter about the people around them.. she wanted to please him.. Wanted to always please him. As his fingers found her clit and teased it, she bit her bottom lip..loving every caress, and light pinch. <br><br>When their meals arrived he slid back, leaving her wanting more. He was generous in his offers of sharing his food, and she offered the same to him. She had never eaten muscles, and was a little hesitant when she tried one. She giggled inwardly that they looked very similar to.. Or at least she thought they did... perhaps it was her heightened frame of mind.. that made them look very muchso like a pussy. She shook her thoughts away, a grin that could not be removed from her lips as their meal ended, their plates taken away, where they also ordered their desserts. <br><br>He slid over again and began to touch her, playing with her like a cat with a mouse. She turned slightly in her seated position and lifted her leg upon his own, to let it dangle over his knee. She figured that he would want to move back when their desserts came, but she linked her arm in his in a means of asking him to stay without even saying so. She had ordered a small dish of vanilla ice-cream. She was not big on sweets, so even this was a stretch for her. Taking up her spoon she attempted to offer him a bite, hoping her new position would entice him to continue to play if she fed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 17:54:49</strong>
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				She hooked her arm through his, obviously wanting him to stay, so he did. he kept his hand where it had been, languidly stroking her body, teasing her but never really letting her get off. He let her feed him icecream as well, but thought of several uses that would improve it. he leaned in and whispered, "I want to tie you down and let this melt onto your body before I lick it off. That would be so yummy, don't you think?" He gave her earlobe a brief lick before sitting back and allowing her to feed him again.<br><br>By now they were drawing some incredulous stares from the patrons, but being an owner had it priveledges. He smirked and raised his glass to and elderly couple who were giving him that "for shame" look. As he did so he squeezed her in such a way as to press his finger hard against her G spot. He looked back at her and whispered again, "Damn you are hot. Every guy in here would sell body parts to be sitting where I am."<br><br>At length they finished, and Paule dropped four hundred dollar bills onto the table. Even if he was an owner, he should pay for his meal, and leave an overly generouse tip. As they stood he slyly licked his fingers, the ones he had just removed from her body, and offered his arm. He almost forgot, but squatted down for her panties. He held them crumpled in his fingers and then gave her a truly evil smile. He tossed them onto the table, another tip for their waiter. Knowing they were walking outside and she was not wearing panties made him extremely giddy. He wrapped his arm around her waist instead of having her thread her arm through his own.<br><br>He opened the door and let her into the limo, sliding in beside her. As soon as the door clicked closed he was on her. He pushed her back onto the seat and pushed her skirt up around her waist. With no preamble he started furoiusly licking her, finishing with his tongue what his fingers had begun. He pushed her to a pair of fast orgasms, but not a large satifying one. If anything they kept her on edge and needy. When the car stopped again they were not at her appartment, instead they were in a seedy part of town in front of a tattoo parlor. He told her bluntly, "We're going in there to have you marked. When he is done, you will always know who you belong to."<br><br>He lead her inside, and they stood in the foyer waiting. A large burly man with a scraggly beard and many tattoos greeted them. Paul asked if he was Wayne, and the man nodded. Paul told him that they would be branding his girlfriend tonight. Wayne cleared his schedule when Paul flashed a fistful of one hundred dollar bills. He lead them back and showed them a private room with a chair and everything needed for tattoos and body piecings. Paul withdrew a handkerchief in which he had wrapped a quartet of gold circle rings. He explained that he wanted each of her nipples pierced, he navel, and her clit hood. Then he produced a pair of drawings. One was of a red rose which had a single drop of blood on its thorn and the other was a stilyzed version of the letter P. He told the artist to put the rose above her left breast and his initial on her asscheek.<br><br>He then looked at her the way he had in the elevator. He commanded her to get naked so that the artist could see his canvas. Their was that same hint as he had before, almost daring her to defy him...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 17:06:27</strong>
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				As she fed him the ice-cream, she grinned at him. When he whispered, she raised an eyebrow. <em><strong>Tied and licked?</strong></em> She mused back at him, amusement showing on her face with a wickedness she had never really displayed before, thinking of the possibilities. Her arousal was very apparent, the lick to the ear sent delicious shivers down her spine. If people were looking at them, she didn't see them, or care. Her attentions were to be on him and him only, and in return he was giving her what she was craving. The squeeze of his hand and his fingers made her shudder, stealing her breath away, his words only heightening her senses. <br><br>The dessert spent, Paul stood, her following. She smirked at his boldness with her panties, and hid her smirk behind a hand, a bright blush upon her face. His arm coming around her waist made her feel more confident and unable to remove the smile upon her face. <br><br>When she slid into the car, she wasn't expecting him to pounce. She had figured he would torture her further.. but to her pleasure and surprise, he was all over her.. licking probing with his tongue and she couldn't control the small orgasms that came.. she was so aroused that there was no way she could hold them back. She wanted more, needed him. As the car stopped, she looked around and was confused. His words slowly filtered in through the fog. <em><strong>You.. Wha?</strong></em> She was stunned as she was seemingly pulled from the car, not roughly or anything of that sort.. but ushered into this grimy little tattoo place. As they waited, she fidgeted nervously.. <em><strong>Paul.. </strong></em>she tried, but he didn't seem to hear her..&nbsp; <em>Paul?</em> again, he denied her any attention. <br><br>Some guy named Wayne came out. <em>Great name... </em>she shuddered again, but for a whole different reason this time. When the rings were pulled out, she pulled away and moved back... Almost in horror. <em>What the hell?</em> He then pulled out drawings.. <em>Wha?</em> She backed up a little more as he looked at her. He demanded that she get naked. <em><strong>Paul, we need to talk about this.</strong></em> She folded her arms over her chest defiantly. It wasn't a question. Would he force her to do all that he commanded? Or would he be willing to compromise with her. Pain was not her Idea of fun at all. She had to believe that he would compromise... Her eyes looked into his, pleading with him to talk with her for a moment.<br><br>She stood where she was, quite still, waiting for him and then spoke before he had a chance to stand near her. <em><strong>Paul, I don't want all of that! Are you crazy?</strong></em> Her voice had fear within it. Fear of pain. She could not fathom inflicting self hurt upon herself.&nbsp; Yet the thought of that tattoo was enticing. She had also heard that they were terribly painful.. <em><strong>Nipple piercings?</strong></em> She questioned him.. and shook her head, as she thought on it, and sighed. Looking at him now she wanted to touch him, not in a sexually aroused way, but in a tender way to say that she cared about him and his needs, wants and wishes. <br><br>She exhaled lightly. <em><strong>Look, if it means this much to you, I am willing to do that tattoo and the brand, but.. can I at least have them done together and in the same spot? And.. and the nipple piercings, I am willing.. but the clit piercing.. sorry. No way. Not right now. And I am going to need something strong to drink and probably some form of painkiller or something.. because.. I need to calm down.</strong></em> She was shaking slightly. Pain sincerely scared her, but she was willing to do things within reason for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 16:13:05</strong>
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				Paul asked Wayne to give them a minute. Wayne seemed none the worse for wear, in fact if anything he had a rather pleasant attitude despite his gruff appearance. He disappeared into the back, giving them a momant or two to consider what was about to happen.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81701.msg3773249#msg3773249">Quote from: Rozel on 14-10-2010, 17:06:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She stood where she was, quite still, waiting for him and then spoke before he had a chance to stand near her. <em><strong>Paul, I don't want all of that! Are you crazy?</strong></em> Her voice had fear within it. Fear of pain. She could not fathom inflicting self hurt upon herself.&nbsp; Yet the thought of that tattoo was enticing. She had also heard that they were terribly painful.. <em><strong>Nipple piercings?</strong></em> She questioned him.. and shook her head, as she thought on it, and sighed. Looking at him now she wanted to touch him, not in a sexually aroused way, but in a tender way to say that she cared about him and his needs, wants and wishes. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He heard the fear in her voice, something he wasn't used to. He reached out and brushed the side of her face with the back of his hand very gently. He noddes in responce to her querry. "It would make them look so perfect, and as a sign of fidelity I cannot think of anything more intimate..."&nbsp; He allowed her to continue.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81701.msg3773249#msg3773249">Quote from: Rozel on 14-10-2010, 17:06:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She exhaled lightly. <em><strong>Look, if it means this much to you, I am willing to do that tattoo and the brand, but.. can I at least have them done together and in the same spot? And.. and the nipple piercings, I am willing.. but the clit piercing.. sorry. No way. Not right now. And I am going to need something strong to drink and probably some form of painkiller or something.. because.. I need to calm down.</strong></em> She was shaking slightly. Pain sincerely scared her, but she was willing to do things within reason for him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He smiled now, a gentle almost teasing smile. She really had never been in a place like this. "It's ok, we can always come back later for anything your not comfortable with right now. I think you are attributing a bit more to this than is there. Look why dont we just get started. If you dont want to do something, just say so. I'll have Wayne start out with the thing you are most afraid of, and when it doesn't hurt so bad, maybe you'll reconsider everything else, hmmm?"<br><br>He ran his hand up into her hair, brushing a few strands out of her face. He took her by the hand and lead her to the chair. He asked Wayne to come back in. "She's a little nervouse, its her first time in a body art establishment. Lets go slow with it, ok? Start with her nipples, I think that when she finds out its not so painful as she believes, then maybe we will be able to do more." <br><br>Wayne gave a smile and a nod. Again he seemed rather amiable, like he saw this sort of thing regularly. "I'll use ice to numb your breast and distend your nipple. The actual piercing will be face and less painful than you think. Keep ice on it &amp; mild pain killers tonight and by tomorrow the pain will be gone. My female customes usually say they are glad for them, it gives a kind of low yield but constant stimulation."<br><br>With that he got started. Paul asked her to strip again. Wayne used ice chips from a bucket to numb her, as he promised. He commented on how beautiful her breasts were and how perfect the rings Paul had chosen were because they would compliment her skin tone. he told her to look away, and for a moment she felt pressure on her breast. Turning back she saw that the first nipple was already pierced and he was getting ice out for the second. "See not so bad, right?"<br><br>The second went as easy as the first, with only a slight twinge, more pressure than pain. Her belly button was pierced before she even knew it. Wayne made sure she was ok before going to the tattoo. He used alcohol on the area and showed her that he did not reuse tattoo needles. Despite her trepdation, the pain she felt was actually minor, less than getting her finger pricked at the doctor. Wayne had her lay on her side in a comfortable position. While he was giving her the tattoo, his hand roamed a bit more than was necessary. He reached her inner thigh, and Paul sat mesmerized, watching the whole thing unfold before him. He let her decide if she wanted Wayne to go further, and when she did not complain Wayne's hand came to rest on her shaved pussy. he gave a little moan, but kept working. He seemed to sense when she would need to shift and would remove the needle so as not to mess up the ink.<br><br>Wayne found her clit and began to massage it expertly. Paul walked over and whispered his question. "Do you want him? If you do its ok, I'd love to watch. I wont let him go any further than you want." Wayne taped a gauze adhesive bandage to her new tattoo while Paul whispered to her. It was almost as though Paul were seducing her on Wayne's behalf...
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 16:04:58</strong>
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				She felt a little more at ease as the men talked about how the pain was handled, but was hesitant to fully trust what was being said. The ice made sense that it would numb her, but she instantly had this image of her walking around for the rest of the day with ice on her nipples. She almost laughed at the thought. At Paul request, she undressed, even though she felt uneasy. This Wayne guy was far from a turn on to her, and the thought of him seeing her naked wasn't exactly what she liked to think on. <br><br>Slipping into the chair, Wayne began with the Ice. It did numb her, but the cold took her breath away as her nipples stood out at attention like the soldiers that they were bing tricked into being. They begged for attention, and the attention they would receive was something altogether different than they had ever had. She ignored the mans comments of her breasts, it wasn't something that was at the top of her thoughts. When he told her to look away, she did so gladly, but she felt her body stiffen to prepare for the pain. There was a slight sting, but it was fairly minimal. She hadn't even flinched, which surprised her. As he iced up her second nipple, he spoke about it not being so bad.. she didn't reply. The second nipple seemed done much more quickly than the first.<br><br>When the man moved down her body, her belly button was a cinch, but she had not been afraid of that piercing. It was something she had thought about doing a time or two before anyhow.. but never had the guts to go through with. When that was done, the man asked her how she was. She nodded that she was ok and for him to move on to the tattoo. He cleansed the area and reassured her of things that she hadn't even begin to think about, but it made sense afterward. The chair was flattened out so that she could actually lay out so that he could do the work intended. As he worked, the guy seemed to be a tad more touchy-feely than she would have liked. She looked to Paul for his approval. She wasn't interested in the guy that owned the shop in the least, but if this was something that would please Paul, she would allow.<br><br>His eyes didn't seem bothered by the way the man was touching her body and when they guys hand moved even bolder, his hand resting at her puss, Paul just watched. It was as if he was encouraging her to relax. Waynes hand was in an awkward position, so she changed slightly. It was almost like this was intended to keep her overworking mind off of the pain of the artwork. The area did sting, but if this was the trick, her senses were switched to elsewhere, and not by her choice. <br><br>When Paul whispered into her ear, she shook her head lightly as the bandage was applied. She wasn't interested in some random guy off the streets, but this was clearly pleasing to Paul. His voice seemed to have a seductive tone to it. He wanted to watch this unfold and for that reason and that reason only, she laid back and allowed this guy to touch her.. to stimulate her. She closed her eyes and relaxed, imagining it was Paul touching her. The only problem with this was that Paul was much more skilled. His touch, she already knew.. how he would, where he would... in her mind this guy was no comparison. His fingers were light on her clit and dipped shallowly into her every few strokes to keep the moisture around her clit well slicked. She wasn't wet from the stimulation he was creating.. she was still slick from the drive here from the restaurant and she mewed a little, letting her mind think only of Paul.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 19:35:57</strong>
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				The most common sexual fantasy of most women is to have two or more men. The reason is that a woman's body is designed to have sex longer than a man's. Muriel was about to experiance this first hand. Wayne continued to fondle her body, one hand between her legs and the other on her stomach. Paul's hand also occupy themselves, stroking her hair and thighs. Paul murmurs encouragements as the men put her hands on their cocks. Wayne appearantly is very well endowed, as her fingers brush across the heated flesh. Both men are careful to avoide her sore breasts, which in and of itself can be maddening as their palms glide across her belly but avoid her breasts.<br><br>Paul moves over and puts his cock to her lips, knowing how much she likes sucking. He motions for Wayne to join him, figuring that if sucking one is good, sucking two would be twice as good. She can feel the heat radiating off of Wayne's large member near her cheek. Paul's voice breaks the silence, "I believe you know what is expected of you." First one cock then the other slides between her lips, as both men grunt their approval. She needs only turn her head from one side to the other to have a new treat. Both men also slide their hands down to her pussy and play with her their, teasing her, pinching and rolling her clit betwen their wet fingers.<br><br>Paul commands her to get up on her knees, and she knows what this means. Once positioned she finds her lips less than an inch from Pauls cock, and Wayne behind her, his large dick sliding easily into her wet body. Paul makes her look up at him, and then makes her tell him what it feels like. He makes her describe in detail what Wayne's dick feels like between taking long sucks of his own prick. As she approaches her first orgasm, her eyes glazed with passion, Paul takes the opportunity to bend down and kiss her passionantly, sending her over the edge.<br><br>She is barely aware of the men switching positions, but Paul's familiar cock going into her freshly fucked cunt illicits a long moan, and she is hardly aware of the fact that it is her voice making such lurid noises. With her mouth open, though, it is easy to fill with another cock, and this one tastes distinctly like her pussy. Paul holds nothing back, and his thrusts push her and force Wayne's dick down her throat, while Wayne does the same , pushing her back onto Paul's dick. She is at their total mercy, and as another orgasm washes over her the men switch again. She is aware that they are speaking to each other, Wayne calling her the hottest piece of tail he has ever had, and Paul agreeing with him on each count.<br><br>She looses track of her orgasms, and the number of times each man switches positions. She is nearlylimp from a near constant stream of welcome violation when she hears Wayne behind her grunting and feels him fill her with his cum. Paul pushes the man aside and takes his own turn, cumming quickly after the other man had emptied himself inside her.<br><br>Paul helps her dress and carries her to the limo. Inside he holds her in his lap and murmurs sweet things to her, how hot she was, how sexy, how she had made yet another of his seemingly impossible fantasies come true. He asks her if she enjoyed herself, if its something she would want to do again, not necessarily with Wayne again. He tells her how sexy it was, fucking her with another man's cum already inside her. He kisses her so passionately, she is aware of just how much he enjoyed that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rozel</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 16:29:04</strong>
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				Inside the car, Paul holds her close by placing her in his lap. She is glad for the end of the day, as so much has happened she finds herself utterly deflated and absolute exhaustion takes over. Even her pain seems numb as she doesn't have the energy to let it bother her. His words drift to her ears through the fog of sleepiness. She smiles lightly as sleep overtakes her. <br><br>When the car comes to a stop, her eyes pop open and she wonders where they are at. Falling asleep had led her to become disorientated, and she lets out a groan as she tries to sit up, her nipples feeling like they are on fire.&nbsp; <em><strong>Whe.. where are we?</strong></em>&nbsp; She asks groggily, hoping she is home, either his or hers, it doesn't matter. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Personal Whore(doom29169 &amp; Rozel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doom29169</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 17:56:10</strong>
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				Closing game
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