1 comments/ 17095 views/ 1 favorites True Love and an Affair Ch. 01 By: NaughtyBella I'm the sort of woman who's ambitious and I never let anyone get in my way. I always had one weakness though, one thing that I could never turn away from. His name is Luke. I'd met him through mutual friends when I was 20. At 19, he was a year younger than me. He had a hint of smugness and arrogance that drove me crazy. He rarely paid me any attention. His friends would ogle me and tell him he was lucky to have my attention, but he barely seemed to notice. I would go out of my way to get his attention and would shamelessly try to make myself 'cooler' to be worthy of him. Our female friends warned me off him, telling me he was just after sex anyway, but I knew what I wanted and what I wanted was Luke. It was 2000. At the time I was living in D'Agostino Hall at NYU on West Third Street while studying law. I'm from the town of Chautauqua, and so is Luke. I'd go back as often as possible to see him and try to get his attention. To be honest, I felt a bit like his stalker than his friend. A year of friendship and every time I spoke to him all I had in mind was how much I wanted him. Throughout that time I had a healthy social life and a pretty good sex life. I was never promiscuous but I was a 21 year old single girl, so I did what 21 year olds do. At some point I lost interest in Luke, I could no longer be bothered and felt like I had moved on. In the summer of 2000, with one year left of my degree and after seven months with no contact between us, I went back home to Chautauqua. It was my best friends birthday so I couldn't miss that one. Out of the blue I had decided to message Luke and tell him that I was coming home. He said that we would catch up and I was thrilled. It had been so long since we'd seen each other and I was just happy that he'd remember me at all. On the Saturday night I went out with Ash, my best friend to celebrate her 21st. I messaged him and asked him what he was doing and he replied and said that he was drinking with his friends. That was a different group of friends than the ones I knew. Our mutual friends were all college students while his main group of friends in Chautauqua all worked full time. We were pretty different groups and, as a law student at one of the best Law schools in the country I always felt like I was a tier above them. We arranged that I go to his house when Ash wanted to go home, which I knew would be pretty early considering she always had a tendency to drink too much and we had to carry her home quite often. I told Ash of my plans and she was worried about me, she didn't think that it was such a good idea that I go see him. She didn't know what the purpose of a visit was. I told her I wanted to fuck him, and that was it. I told her if I did it then he'd be out of my system, and that was all I'd wanted all along. At 2am I went to his house, nervous as hell and he opened the door. I suddenly felt awkward and uncomfortable and that I was in the wrong place, but he put his arms around immediately and held me in a warm embrace. All the feelings that I held for him before came rushing back. In those moments in his arms I felt so close to him. We went inside and he introduced me to his friends. I wasn't impressed at all. They were loud, intoxicated, and rude. I clung closely to Luke as if I needed his protection. I'd sobered up on my trip from Ash's house, but after a few more drinks at Luke's I loosened up a bit and felt more comfortable. At around 3.30am his friends left, we were left alone and the house was quiet. He grabbed me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. I knew what was going to happen. Once in his dark unlit room, he turned around to face me. He softly touched my face and put his arm on my waist. My heart fluttered. He kissed me softly and I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. He quickly grew more aggressive, kissing me harder and more passionately. He slipped his hand up my top and caressed my nipple, which quickly grew hard. He backed onto his bed so that when I followed I was on top of him. I was so wet at that moment and I wanted to grab his dick and fuck him right then. His hand worked its way up my skirt, tickling the inside of my thigh, stroking my skin. I could feel the warmth from my crotch, it was almost radiating. He slipped his fingers inside of my knickers. His fingers stroked my labia and he moved up to my clitoris. He flicked my clitoris and my legs grew weak. I was close to orgasm just by him using his fingers. He suddenly stopped and hooked his fingers around my knickers and pulled them down, exposing my vagina. There I was, lying in front of him on the bed with my legs apart while he sat between my legs and slipped my panties off. Once they were passed my ankles and he threw them towards the side of the bed. He lowered him self down and his face was barely centimeters away from my sex. He took my bald labia into his mouth and licked it, and then did the same to the other side. He stopped for a second as if to hold the moment or to think. He stopped and grabbed a pillow that was sitting on the end of his unmade bed, he lifted up my bottom and put the pillow underneath me. So he was making himself more comfortable? I knew I was in for a treat. He moved right on centre and licked my vagina with long and varied strokes, he began getting closer to my entrance, and before long, the licking led to him sticking his tongue into my vagina. He wet and muscular tongue wriggled around inside of me while his thumb and forefinger massaged my clitoris. He slipped his tongue in and out of me, fucking me like it was a cock. The stimulation of my vagina was overwhelming and I was moaning with pleasure. I arched my back to push myself further towards him. Luke stopped for a moment, and switched his mouth and fingers around. He thrust one finger into my deep crevice and breathed against my clitoris which was hardened and peeping out of its hood. He took it into his mouth, and lapped at it with his tongue, he suckled on my clit while finger fucking me with his fingers. I had consumed too much alcohol for an orgasm, but I was in heaven anyway. I rarely orgasmed and it was not an issue to me. I was moaning loudly but I wanted him to have some more fun too. I wanted him inside of me. 'Fuck me Luke' I told him. I was never one to be saying things like that in bed. I always let the man take charge, but I needed his cock in me. I wanted to feel the closeness with him, the fullness that I would get from penetration. He took a last long lick of my vagina and kissed it. He got up and took off his shirt, undid his shorts and took them off. Soon he was completely naked, and there I was with my skirt around my waist. He stroked his erect penis and lined in up. 'Are you sure you want to?' He asked me - in a rare moment of sensitivity. 'Of course' I replied. I desperately wanted to be fucked by him. I immediately entered me and began slowly thrusting. Rhythmically, he became quicker and rougher. He fucked me deep and hard. I finally had the connection with him that I had longed for. He came within minutes and slumped onto me, his weight heavy but blissfully comfortable and warm. Again he held me in a deep embrace and kissed my neck. He was satisfied, so I was too. We lay there for hours. He stroked my face and my hair, kissed me and kissed him back while he was still inside of me. We fell asleep together, our bodies entwined, with the light of dawn shining through his window. I awoke that morning with full memories of the night before. He was, after all, beside me in bed, snoring away. I took a minute and looked at his beautiful face, his square jaw that made him look like a movie star, his perfectly placed dark brown hair and his beautiful full lips. There he was, naked, with a sheet barely covering his body. I rummaged around and found my panties. I was immediately aware of the fact that his parents were home in bed and wondered how we would explain that one. I thought it would be best if I left straight away to avoid that awkward conversation with his mother. I nudged him awake and told him I was going to go home. 'Yeah' he said, and grabbed my bag for me, 'how are you going to get home?' 'I'll take a cab' I replied. I had walked the night before, and I did really want to take a walk of shame through the town to go back to my house. My mother would be at work by now, even for a Sunday and I father would be in bed. I'll be able to get inside the house with no questions. He called the cab for me and we waited outside. He hugged me and told me he'd miss me. The cab pulled up and I got in, turning away so I wouldn't have to see Luke when I left him once again. I had to be back in NYC for work on Monday morning. I spent the taxi ride home thinking of the events of the night before. My eyes filled with tears of regret. I felt like a whore, fucking my friends. I knew it would get me nowhere with him. I left for the city straight away after packing my things. As the hours passed with no message from Luke I felt worse. I was plunged into depression. I cried that night more than I ever had before. I crawled into bed, feeling rejected by Luke, curled up and buried my head into the pillow and cried. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Later than night, Ash called me and asked me what had happened the night before. I went through the events of last night with her. We analyzed every detail. She concluded that I should leave it for a couple of days and then call him. I was feeling real physical pain from the waiting. By Wednesday, he still hadn't called me. By Friday I felt the need to move on. I went out with the girls to a bar, picked up a random and went home with him. We had drunken anonymous sex. I only found out his name after we fucked. I felt great, at my age that sort of promiscuity was a boost to the self esteem and no more than after feeling heartbreakingly rejected by Luke. It was casual, with no emotional connection and that was what I had needed. The days went by, with nothing from Luke. I felt like a whore. By now it was Thursday, almost two weeks since we'd had sex. My phone beeped, I'd gotten a message. Luke. 'Sorry I haven't talked 2 u, will be in NY 2moro r u free 4 lunch?' I was immediately on a high. I looked through my wardrobe and spent the day figuring out what to wear. I didn't tell Ash because I knew she wouldn't approve. I picked up a beautiful skirt and a sexy low cut top. Maybe too dressed up for day time, but I was never one to dress down. I barely slept from the anticipation. I met him at a café near my Hall. I told him I wasn't expecting to hear from him. He told me that of course he'd call me. We were friends after all. 'Friends!' I thought, 'We're friends!' I hurt that he'd put me in my place like that. That he would fuck me then tell me that we were just friends. If we're friends who have sex, then didn't that make it something more than just sex? If it were just sex with a stranger then that was a different story. He went on to tell me that was moving to LA in a month, and that to get involved would be useless. I finished my macchiato and told him I had to go to work at 4pm. He told me to stay a bit longer and we could chat more. My mind was numb throughout, all I could think about was how he was moving away and would be leaving me forever. When we'd finished, we parted ways. He went on once side of the street, as I left for the other. I was strangely unemotional and considered that his moving away would be best. He was no longer a drive away (albeit a long one), but was now going to be a flight away, with no reason for me to 'bump' into him. For a relationship that had never been developing the way that I wanted to, it seemed for the best. I survived the year, and graduated. I lived my life and moved on. On the rare occasion that we were both in Chautauqua at the same time, we would see each other with friends. My visits home became more infrequent, as I worked for a firm in New York. It seemed as though Luke was there more often that I. I lived by my career and my material gains. I surrounded myself with friends, but when it came to anything more personal I was unable to go there. I had a job to do and I wanted to do it well. I dreamt of being a corporate lawyer. I dreamt of the pay that went along with it. In mid 2005, I applied for the job of my dreams which I spotted in the paper one lazy Sunday morning. I had only been practicing for four years, but I was determined to get it. I fixed up my CV and wrote a killer cover letter. The position was in New York but the company has offices in all major cities around the world. I thought of the possibilities of travel, of moving to London, Melbourne, Tokyo. A month later I was called for an interview. The interviewer was from Human Resources, someone I would rarely see if I got the job anyway. I wore a beautiful new black suit and blouse. I was always immaculately dressed. I was called a week later for a second interview, this time with the man who would be my immediate manager. When I met him in the boardroom, there was an instant attraction. His name was Bradley. He was in his late 40's, with graying hair, tanned, and handsome with sexy crinkles around the years that made him seem more wise than old. I was 26. He was old enough to be my father, but he reminded me of Richard Gere. He was amazingly professional. If I flirted I didn't realize it. If I'd gotten the job I'd be thrilled to be working with a man like him. He had graduated from my university years before me and was part of the alumni, just like me. I wondered whether he had a wife and children. I wondered if I'd care. Two weeks later the company called me and told me I had the job. I was so excited. I called my parents and told them of the new job, I called Ash. I called pretty much everyone I knew to tell them the great news. Bradley, to my disappointment, was on leave when I began. It was a week before I saw him. I was settled into my new office and was making friends quickly. I had quickly befriended one of the administrative girls, Tanya, who reminded me a lot of my Ash. When I went to work at 8.30am Monday morning of my second week, Bradley was there already. He poked his head around his door and an apologized for not being there the previous week. We talked for a few minutes, mainly about the work at hand. He never spoke about anything social while on the job. We passed each other in the hallways during lunch, he smiled at me with his handsome smile and my heart skipped a beat. As the weeks passed, he sat next to me all the time, he would touch me at every opportunity – not in an inappropriate way, but always putting his hand on my waist to pass, touching my hand, my shoulder. I found out from general discussion that he had a wife and children. He had a 17 year old son and a 19 year old daughter. Not much younger than me. After months of flirting back and forth, we went out to dinner to celebrate a win in court. It was a frivolous case, an obviously false discrimination claim by a disgruntled former employee. The whole department was there. Bradley sat next to me and poured me a glass of Shiraz, a beautiful Australian Penfold's wine. I barely noticed that he was stroking my leg under the table, it felt so natural, but feeling a pang of guilt over his wife and children. I pushed his hand away. He smiled at me with his charming smile and I felt sick that he could act that way when he was married. I couldn't do that to an innocent woman. He whispered in my ear to go to the bar. I got up after a few minutes and went to the bar. I was cradling my champagne when he came over a couple of minutes later. He explained that his he was in a loveless marriage and his wife no longer cared. She was married to him for his money. His daughter was in college, and his son was indifferent to him since he was rarely home as it was. He told me that I was a sexy, sophisticated woman and that I was unlike the other women that worked there. He told me that I was such a mystery to him, I was so sexy and flirty with the men there but I never went out with them. Everyone knew I had an active sex life, but it was not something I bragged about. He pushed the hair away from my face and told me that I was an enigma, a beautiful enigma. We made our way back to our table and continue our meal, acting like nothing happened. He would continue to touch my thigh from under my skirt. No one noticed. At 11pm our party broke up, we had to work the next day since it was Thursday. Bradley and I parted like everyone else. I was driving home, and my phone rang. I had a message from Bradley. He told me that he wanted to see more of me, and asked me to go out to dinner with him the following night. I accepted his invite. At work the next day I avoided running into him. It had worked for the majority of the day, until after lunch when he knocked on my door and walked in before I told him to come in. He told me that he had made a booking at Gramercy Tavern and to meet him there. I was beginning an affair with a married man. I met him at 7.30 at the restaurant. I was wearing a black and cream silk dress and black and cream pumps. I was wearing beautiful pearls and I looked the most elegant I ever have. Tom Colicchio, the owner, came out to greet us. He was a long-time friend of Bradley's and would keep our little secret. We talked about work through out meal. I ate a salad and the Salt-Baked King Salmon. As far as meals go, it was the best of my life. As far as dates go, this felt strangely boring. I was used to seeing men my age who normally thought of sex, and Bradley was such a gentlemen. He paid for my meal and we left. He led me to his car and I told him that I had driven there myself. He told me that he something else planned. I grew nervous, but I got into the car with him, a sparkling black Audi A8 L W12 quattro, which made my little silver TT coupe look like a toy in comparison. I don't know much about cars but I know my Audi's. He drove me to the Kimberly Hotel. I couldn't believe that this handsome professional man was taking me to this beautiful hotel. My nerves gave way to excitement, like a school girl. Bradley had laid out candles and roses petals on the beautiful white bedspread. Clichéd, but romantic. He put his arms around me and kiss me, slowly unzipping my dress. I let my dress fall to the ground and was left in my lingerie. He kissed me again and I unbuttoned his shirt, then his pants. He took his clothes off and then removed my bra. He stood back and looked at my near-naked body. He lowered me onto the bed, all the while kissing me. He kissed my neck and suckled on my breasts, taking my nipples into his mouth, one at a time. Simultaneously, he removed my briefs. He looked surprised at my smooth, bald mound that was already slick from excitement and I instinctively parted my legs. Instead he moved up again and kissed my lips, kissing me passionately. I stood up to meet his mouth. I wanted to take over. I pushed him to the bed, and got between his legs. I held his semi-erect penis in my soft hands and stroked it. It grew in my hands. I licked his testicles, his shaft and then his frenulum. He was as hard as a rock. I licked the tip of his penis, taking it into my mouth. He moaned with pleasure as I massaged his testicles while sucking on his dick. I continued to massaged his testicles. His moaning became more intense and I knew he was going to come. He did, his ejaculation spurting into my mouth, I lapped it up and swallowed. He as now semi-flaccid, but I continued to lightly stroke his penis. Within minutes he was hard again. I got up and sat on top of him, lowered myself on top of his dick and wrapped my legs around him. He held on to me tightly as I straddled him. I pumped him hard and fast. I orgasm intensely and gripped onto him. He came again, his juices this time inside of me. I got off him, exhausted. Bradley got up and showered. I gathered my clothes and waited for him to get out, feeling renewed guilt about his wife. So what if it was a loveless marriage, I felt like a whore. True Love and an Affair Ch. 01 In the midst of my self-loathing, Bradley came out of with a towel around him. I left to shower, while deep in thought. I came out and he had ordered a bottle of champagne for us. He sat me down on the bed and poured me a glass. He told me he needed to discuss something with me. "Bella, the company is expanding its in-house counsel and is looking to transfer some people interstate. I'm going to be going to Los Angeles for a while to make sure that everything is set up fine, but I'm going to have to make sure that the people left in charge are competent." He took a sip of champagne and looked at me directly in the eyes. I was quiet, I didn't know what he was leading to. "I'm trying to create a team of the best people from our office. I know everyone here well. When I was thing of who I should recommend as head over there, I thought of you." I was speechless. A million thoughts went through my head. Did he just use me for sex? Was he trying to get rid of me? Trying to make sure I was away from his wife? "Say something. If you don't want to go there's no pressure on you to go. It will be a promotion though. Pay will be better, you will have more responsibilities. You work hard, you deserve this." He continued. I felt dizzy. This was so much to comprehend. I would have to travel across the country where I knew no one, away from my friends and family. "Can I think about this?" I asked. "Of course, just give me an answer by next Friday." "I'm going to go home." Bradley was silent. He didn't stop me, he just let me leave. Outside the hotel, I hailed a cab and went back to the Tavern to get my car. I drove home to my Upper East Side apartment and looked at the city as I drove. I really looked. I could never leave New York, this city had been my home since I was 18. I loved everything about New York, the busy streets, the subway, Central Park, the shopping, the restaurants, the fashion. This was the city I dreamed of living in when I was a little girl growing up in Chautauqua. To be continued... True Love and an Affair Ch. 02 On Saturday morning I called Ash and told her what happened. "Whaaat!" "I know I don't know what to do. This is what I've always wanted, but I don't want to leave New York. I'd live further away from you than I do now!" "It sounds good though" "I know" "Have you told your parents?" "Not yet, you're the first person I've told" "And you fucked him?" "Well...yeah...oh I'm such a mess I don't know what to do!" "You need to sit and think about all this" "I know" Basically, I'm a mess whenever there is a perceived crisis in my life. I always turn to Ash. She's my lifeline. To think of moving to LA and leaving her behind. Sunday morning I was still thinking. I called my parents and told them about the job offer. "Well that sounds wonderful" mum had said. She never cared about where I moved as long as I was successful. At least I had people that would support me regardless of my decision. I had a fitful sleep on Sunday night. I seemed to look at the clock every forty minutes. 12.21, 1.04, 1.39, 2.21, 3.06. At sometime I managed to fall asleep. I awoke at 6.00am for work, tired and sleepy. I wanted to crawl back into bed, not face Bradley at work. I never slept with people from work and now I'd fucked my boss. The more I thought about it the worse I felt. What if people from work picked up on some sort of tension between us? Or worse, what if he'd told the guys? I wouldn't even be able to tell Tanya about this one! I took the subway to work to give me time to think and distress. I arrived at 8.45, only fifteen minutes early this morning. Tanya was there to answer the phone, Bradley was there. Only a new lawyer Tom was there besides the three of us. Bradley spied me on my way to my office and I could feel his eyes on me. I didn't feel like talking. I was checking my email when there was a knock on the door. I looked up. Tanya, thank God. Even better, I have a meeting regarding an acquisition. Perfect. I don't have to see Bradley all day. I slept peacefully on Monday, and went about my normal routine on Tuesday morning. Except when I walked into the office only Bradley was there. "Have you thought about the offer yet?" he asked, suddenly appearing at my doorway. I looked up at him, irritated by his presence. "No" I replied bluntly. "Have you thought a little about us then?" He asked, lowering his voice as if there were others in the office. "No" I replied, this time with a hint of sadness in my voice. "I'm sorry if I upset you on Friday" Bradley said. "I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "Yes." I really wasn't in the mood to talk to him. "That's some moves you've got there, by the way" He said, his eyes smiling while his mouth stayed straight and serious. I looked up at him and smiled. At least we were able to behave like we always did. "Would you like another go?" I asked, getting up and locking the door behind him. Bradley raised his eyebrows at me "Now, I wasn't expecting this!" "Are you complaining" I said, pushing him to the armchair. "I am most certainly not complaining." I dropped down on me knees (ignoring the potential disastrous effect on my Dior silk pantyhose) and undid his zip. I slipped out his soft penis and stroked the shaft with my left hand, massaging his testicles with my right hand. His penis grew harder and I started to lick the head of his penis and when I put his whole penis in my mouth, he moaned loudly with pleasure. He thrust his hips towards me, moaning louder and exploded in my mouth. Awkwardly, I got up and straightened my suit and smoothed my hair. Bradley stood up as well, kissed me and left without a word. I looked at the clock, which read 9.20. I hoped that no one else had heard what had happened. I thought I better lay low just in case. * * * It was Friday, my deadline for making a decision about whether or not I would move. I arrived at work and went straight to Bradley's office. "I've decided to go to LA." I announced. "Glad to here that." The truth was that the reason I had decided to go had nothing to do with work at all. Rather than moving to a city where I had no one I knew, I was moving to a city where I had one person that I knew: Luke. We hadn't spoken for over a year, and even that was just a brief encounter in Chautauqua. Once I set my mind on going there to see him though, I knew it was going to happen and that I wouldn't back out. I heard from his friends Trent and Jake that he was still over there working as a waiter. * * * "Hello?" Nervous as hell, all I could muster up was a pathetic little "Hi." "Bella?" "Hey!" I relaxed a little. "Just wanted to tell you that I'm moving to LA." "Hey, wow, great, when?" "In two weeks." We left it that he'd pick me up from the airport. I was leaving with nothing but my clothes and some belongings. I still had to find a new apartment and break my lease. * * * Suddenly it was 9 January 2006. The day that I moved to LA. I was on the flight from NY with Bradley by my side. The first year associate, Tom was coming too, as was another senior staff member Martin. Bradley would just be there temporarily and leaving in two weeks time to go back to his wife and children. Luke was at the airport when I arrived. He looked the same as he did when I last saw him, except his hair was a bit shorter and he looked a bit more muscular. He and hugged me tightly. I pulled away from him and he just looked me in the eyes, let his hands drop and groped my butt quickly. I giggled. "Fuck you're looking good" Luke said. "You're not too bad yourself". "What do you say to a real good fuck when we get back to my place then?" I smiled at him, giving him a look that let him know what he was getting. We collected my luggage, I spoke briefly to Bradley and left with Luke. He continuously stroked my thigh in the car, brushing his hands against the soft flesh of my inner thigh with his right hand while holding the steering wheel with his left. My legs were apart to allow him easy access. I could feel the wetness from my vagina and my poor swollen clitoris that was eager for some attention. I wanted to spread my legs and masturbate for him so badly, to rub my clitoris and finger myself so that he could see me do it, but I wanted him to take the lead in this. He'd hurt me before and I didn't want to be making the moves on him. I sat in the car chatting nonstop, while thinking about him his cock. The car turned into a darkened street and pulled into the driveway of his house. Luke pulled me towards him and kissed me, darting his tongue into my mouth while rubbing my breast. He moved his hand underneath my top and pulled down the top of my lacy bra, rubbing my nipple until it was hard as a rock, getting rougher and rougher on my soft, sensitive skin. His other hand moved up my skirt and his fingers found their way to my thankful clitoris, as he rubbed it and flicked it whilst all the while kissing me. I saw his dick making a tent in his pants and eyed it eagerly. He moved his hand away from my breast and grabbed my hand, motioning for us to get out of the car. Leaving my luggage in the back of the car, we briskly made our way inside his house. The mood was not lost as he locked the door behind us. He picked me up and he dropped me on the sofa. As he undid his belt and pants I pulled off my skirt and panties which were now soaking wet at the crotch. He yanked off my top and held my legs and quickly thrust his cock into my waiting vagina which accepted him. He fucked me furiously. It was real fucking, so hard and so powerful. He continued for so long I was amazed at his stamina. I could feel myself reaching climax and I wrapped my legs tightly around him so that he would go deeper. I loved the thickness of his dick, the hardness. He pumped in and out, the hardness of him feeling like it was tearing my muscles, stretching me and he thrust himself into me deeply. I lost myself in pleasure and mindlessly screamed in time to his thrusts, with the most powerful orgasm I've had in a long time. He came inside of me and his juices mingled with mine and seeped out of my satisfied orifice. He zipped himself back up and announced that he was going to get my stuff and left while I sat on the couch naked with my legs apart and my vagina dripping while I regained some composure and some strength in my legs. I was dressed by the time he got through the door with all of my luggage. He showed me around his modernly furnished house. I hadn't yet found a place to stay so he'd offered for me to stay with him until I found somewhere. Of course, with the condition that I sleep with him in his bed because he only had one bedroom. The second bedroom was used as a study. When we made his way to his bedroom I sat on his bed. He abandoned the luggage that he was holding and with a glint in his eye, he met me at the bed, pulled his cock out and rubbed himself hard in front of me. "First fuck in my bed?" he asked, as if needing my permission to fuck me again. I spread my legs in front of him in reply, welcoming him into me. He pulled my skirt off, and my panties down and I cursed myself for putting them back on. He took me again on the side of the bed, harder and faster than the last time. I grabbed the side of the bed to steady myself against his thrusts. "Oooooh fuck your cunt is so tight" he said between moans. I panted in response, unable to get any words out with all this energetic fucking but pleased to be satisfying him. He picked up the pace. I thought he was going to split me in two. I sensed he was ready to come, wanting him to ejaculate in my vagina again. Instead, he stopped and pulled out, holding his dick that was slick from our juices and ejaculated on my stomach. He emptied his load and headed back down to lick my slit, running his tongue up and down, in and out. Moaning loudly in response to this pleasure, I rubbed his semen into my skin, spreading it onto my breasts as I was fucked for the third time that night, this time by his tongue. I rubbed it onto my nipples, pinching them while bucking my hips forward towards his mouth. With his hand he rubbed my clitoris, which was feeling ultra sensitive to his touch. I jumped as a painful yet pleasurable feeling shot through my body. He worked my clitoris with his hand while tongue-fucking me and I was soon brought to another powerful orgasm. We fucked all night, I fellated him three times. By the time we fell asleep exhausted and naked it was dawn. I was spent and fell asleep happily in his arms. I awoke to a sunny Saturday in California. I looked a fright, with my skin and hair caked in his semen. The room smelt heavily of sex and I felt a shower was mandatory before doing anything else. I left Luke sleeping and turned on the shower. I used his shampoo that was in the shower as mine was buried at the bottom of my suitcase and took out a new bar of soap, lathering it up to wash my skin. My poor vagina had been terrorized the night before and was sore. I wondered how I would survive the next couple of weeks with sex like this. I could hardly finish that thought before Luke joined me in the shower, his naked and wet body all muscular and tanned as opposed to my petite white body. He embraced me and kissed me under the shower. With my hair lathered up I would have thought I looked like a horror, but he didn't seem to mind. I let the shower wash out the shampoo as we kissed and his hands ran all over my body. His penis thankfully remained flaccid as I could pleasure him neither with my mouth or my vagina as both were sufficiently aching from the previous night's activities. However, the warm embrace and the passionate kiss were enough to get me aroused. We dried ourselves off and walked around his house naked. I unpacked and found some clothes and dressed myself. The reality that I was here for permanently and not just for a holiday had not yet hit. After I was finished unpacking, I presented myself in his kitchen in time for a very late breakfast. Luke had decided to show me around for the day in the city that had been his home for six years. Bradley, however, had a different plan in store for me, calling me for to meet up with him at his hotel room for a 'meeting'. I figured that it would be best that I didn't ignore Bradley, considering that he was my manager and decided that I should accept his invitation. Feeling guilty, I told Luke I had work to do and that I would be back in a few hours and Bradley picked me up in his hired car. Moments later I had a dick in every hole. Bradley had decided Tom and Martin needed some entertainment, and if I was interpreting that incorrectly when I stripped off and spread my legs for them then no one was complaining. I straddled Tom as Martin fucked my arse using the juices from my vagina as lubricant. I screamed in pain with his every thrust but the thought of being exploited sexually by my seniors was arousing. Bradley looked on approvingly with a gleam in his eye, as I writhed about with these penises inside of me. Martin pumped me a couple of times and came inside of me, and Bradley took over, shoving his penis roughly into my arsehole that had before today never been touched. I screamed as he entered and he covered my mouth to stifle my screams. He and Tom moved in unison until Tom ejaculated and his penis became flaccid. His juices dribbled from my vagina, he lifted me slightly to escape. Bradley pulled out, still hard and roughly pushed me to the floor, so I was on the ground with my butt in the air, and he aimed and entered my arsehole again. Martin and Tom masturbated while Bradley fucked me up the arse. I signaled for Tom to come over, and grabbed his rock hard dick and started to suck on it. The door bell rang and Martin, with his dick out of his pants, went to go answer. When he returned, he had another two older men with him. Both immediately removed their pants and started to masturbate. I was half excited about the possibility of a gangbang, a fantasy I have always masturbated to, and was half off-put by the fact that it would be with these old men with graying hair. Nevertheless, their power and wealth made me a willing participant, and when Bradley came, I rolled around and lay on the ground on my back with my legs apart inviting them. Tom, obviously not finished, followed me, shoved his cock in my mouth and fucked my mouth. The first newcomer was fucking me, grunting with every thrust. Regardless of his age, it was a nicely sized thick penis and it was definitely doing the job and I could only see Tom anyway, and he was certainly a sight for sore eyes, with his 22-year body. The old man ejaculated and was replaced by the new one and the fucking continued. I was fucked by everyone in that hotel room, I had five men all using my body for pleasure. None of them gave my body any special attention, they just used me and came inside of me. Bradley dropped me off at Luke's with a vagina aching more than it had when I had left that morning. I had had sex with six men in one day and I wanted more when I got home. I wasn't satisfied. I felt like a dirty cock-craving whore, but I figured that it would be good for me career-wise to get to 'know' the bosses. I love semen, I love it in my mouth and I love it in my vagina. I love a nice hard penis too, I don't care where it is but I love them. I got home a Luke, disappointingly, was not home. I was horny as hell and I wanted him there. Slightly angry that he had disappeared while I was staying with him, I threw my handbag on the couch and grabbed some bread from the pantry to eat. As I looked around I noticed that Luke had made an effort to clean up the mess we left behind. To be Continued.