Resorts World Las Vegas All Inclusive (The Investment Arbiter)
The Investment Consultant (Corner Office)
Your silk blouse is unbuttoned to your navel, nipples hard against the glass of your 40th-floor corner office. He's kneeling between your spread thighs on the Persian rug you picked out with your husband, his mouth making obscene sounds as he devours your married cunt like it's his last meal. Your manicured fingers rub frantic circles on your clit while you text me with the other hand:
"He's eating me like I paid him to. Like my pussy owns him." You send a photo of his dark fingers spreading you open, his tongue buried deep. "Your Ivy League wife is grinding on a black man's face while her quarterly reports print."
You feel his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes your legs shake. "Gonna cum on his mouth like a cheap slut," you type, then drop the phone when he stands up, unbuckling his belt. His cock is thick and heavy in his hand as he spins you around, bending you over your mahogany desk. Your wedding photo stares at you as he shoves in to the hilt.
"Fuck, you're tight for a rich bitch," he grunts, grabbing your pearl necklace and using it like a leash. "This what you wanted when you kept 'accidentally' brushing against me during the portfolio review?" Each thrust pushes your clit against the desk edge. "Answer me."
"Yes," you whimper, drooling on your own financial projections. "Wanted this. Wanted you to ruin me."
He pulls your hair until your neck arches back, his other hand reaching around to rub your clit roughly. "Rub that greedy little clit while I fuck this tight white pussy. Show me how a CEO's wife begs for working-class dick."
Your phone buzzes with my reply but you can't focus, not while he's pounding you raw, not while your orgasm builds like a fucking tsunami. "Gonna cum," you gasp.
"Not yet." He pulls out and you whine, desperate, until you feel his wet cock press against your asshole. "You take it here or you don't cum at all. Choose."
You push back against him, taking him inch by inch, your fingers never leaving your clit. "There," you moan. "Fuck my ass like I matter less than the help. Like I'm just a hole for you to use."
He laughs darkly and obliges.
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