Dear Ladies in the Coffeehouse, those of you who voted in the anonymous poll, this is where you find out what you voted for.
*runs for cover*. #Stoners
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"That had to be the single most disgusting thing I've ever experienced." I grumbled and stretched my leg out as far as it could go.
"That is your job, you've been doing this long enough to expect these things." Stone said with an attitude.
"I just watched a woman plow herself with a fake penis that is as big as my arm!"
"Again, a job requirement."
I sucked my teeth and a tense silence fell between us and lasted until we got back in the room. "What is your problem?" I snapped at Stone.
"What is yours? Do you know how many people would kill to have your job? Clearly you are not committed, you missed an important meeting, you made us late for our presentation and instead of telling Braxton that you needed to help me set up you went strolling."
"Braxton is my boss."
"And I'm your supervisor."
"You were supposed to do the presentation."
He yanked his vest and shirt off and tossed them on the coffee table. "Then what would there be for your ass to do?"
"Don't talk to me like that." I shouted at him.
Stone stalked across the room toward me, I backed up against the door. "This is my own fault, you are far too comfortable with me, I should have treated you like everyone else but you were so..."
"So what?" I rested one hand on the knob and fisted the other one.
"So weak and helpless! Everyone said it, everyone was waiting for you to fail and the only reason you're still here is because Braxton wants your pussy." My mouth opened and closed, how do you reply to something like that? "That's right, when you left his office he told me to take care of you, to protect his investment. Ask Roman how much he got paid to keep JQ and Flow off of you."
"Shut up!" I shouted and brought my fist up, it collided with his face, he immediately grabbed both of my wrists and forced me up against the door. He was panting lightly, I was breathing heavily, hot tears burned the back of my eyes, but he was too close, his breath tickling my neck, his blue eyes blazed, his lips were inches from mine.
"And what do you want?" I breathed.
He hesitated and then pushed his lips up against mine, kissing me greedily, kissing me like he'd been lost in the desert for an eternity and my lips were his oasis. I returned his fire, biting his lips when he bit mine, pulling his tongue like I owned it. He dropped his lips to my neck, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, his hands grabbed my ass and pulled me to him so I could feel the bulge in his pants pushing up against me, it excited me. His desire became my own, I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.
Stone hoisted me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, our lips connected again, I moaned, his lips tasted like heaven, I wanted to just die and stay there. We stumbled around the room clumsily, neither of us wanting to break the kiss, I kept my legs wrapped around his waist when we collapsed onto the couch and then his hands were all over me, touching me, rubbing me, feeling me.
He trailed kisses from my lips to my neck, over my chest, the top of my dress came down and his lips were on my breasts, my nipples, left one, right one, both, lick, suck, lick, his tongue made them harden and I moaned my pleasure. Stone yanked the dress past my waist and then completely off, then he was kissing me lower and lower, lingering just below my bellybutton. My body got so hot I thought I would ignite.
And then he went ever lower and sensations like I'd never experienced before raced through my body. I didn't fight him, instead I flung my legs as far apart as they would go, wanting him to explore that which made me a woman.
"Oh my God!" I squealed and swam backward on the couch, he grabbed my ass and held me in place while he devoured that pussy!
"Oh shit!" I breathed in another breath and shuddered, my back arched thrusting my hips harder against his mouth and he sucked and I shrieked.
"You like that?" He asked in a husky voice.
"Uh huh." I panted.
He made his way back up the length of my body until is lips found mine again, it was my turn to be greedy, to be thirsty. His hand slid back down to my hot spot and I jerked when he slipped his finger inside me, he massaged me, I struggled while he kissed me.
"Damn, you're so wet."
I figured I must have been speaking in tongues when I replied because that sure as hell wasn't English. He popped in another finger and I stiffened, this was not very comfortable, even a bit painful if I moved.
"Just relax." He coached me, I grunted.
Stone worked his fingers until they moved freely and I trembled when he pulled them out. I realized then he was naked, I was naked, when had I lost my panties? Where had his clothes gone? He kissed me sweetly, softly, relaxing me. I felt his hardness at my opening and took a deep breath, readying myself. Stone entered me slowly, as gently as he could, my jaw clenched, my eyes closed tight, a sorry attempt to fight off the pain. He grunted when I dug my manicured nails into his back and neck.
"You have to relax Brooklyn."
"Lemme stick my fist up your ass and see how relaxed you are!" I shouted back at him.
He covered my mouth with his, kissing me to keep me quiet, he moved deeper and I squired and shrieked, why did women do this shit? I never liked pain, my mother always told me not to have children and if anything was worse than this, well, she could forget about grandkids.
The line between pleasure and pain blurred when my walls stretched and I welcomed his thrusts. Stone started grunting and huffing like an angry bull, I watched him, fascinated by the faces he pulled, fascinated by the reddening of his olive face. I was still not enjoying this shit, I could see my claw marks on his shoulders, they were red and puckered, no wonder he had pinned my hands up behind my head. I was fascinated by how his manhood felt inside me, I could feel him swell before his release, before he collapsed on top of me panting like he'd ran a marathon, and then I could feel him shrinking.
I'm not sure how long his sweaty body was on top of mine, how long he laid there panting, his hot breath on my neck. The ugly faces he'd made, the animal-like noises that came from the usually regal man. There was nothing sexy about sex, we were both sweaty and red in the face, our ruffled hair sticking to our foreheads, it was painful and I never wanted to do it again. I would never look at Stone the same way either. How did people do this and then go out in public and act like nothing had happened?
I groaned and covered my eyes with my hand, I'd just fucked my supervisor!
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