The Client

[Homerun2611]

Dotting i's Crossing t's

Marcus smiled as he heard her, but made sure he had a more focused and serious look on his face as he turned around to go back to her.

"I'm happy to hear that, and if you are going to work with me, I want you to know when you have the advantage...." Now he smiled, "...as you do now."

He came even closer, and he could feel his body responding to the idea of enjoying her. The black cobra in his shorts was now alive, awake and hungry to feed.

"So what are your terms Sexy lady, you have a man here who wants you, and has the capacity to do many things...so what do you need...give me your terms...I am ready to close and sign!"

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Consideration



Josephine smiled coldly, joylessly.

“You will direct to Brian’s firm as much of your legal work — taxation issues for him, other issues for his partners with other specialties — as they can reasonably, and agree to, accept.”

Having decided to become a whore, Josephine remained determined that it benefit her husband, even if he did not deserve such consideration, and not herself. That made her think of another issue.

“Second, the fact that I’m your lover will remain as secret as possible, so as to avoid any scandal for Brian. You will reasonably limit which of your staff becomes aware of my place in your bed, and inform those who do that they must remain discreet, on pain of termination of their employment if they don’t keep it secret.”

She admitted wordlessly to herself that to keep this all about Brian, then she should insist that Marcus fire her as his design consultant, or at least decrease her salary to one commensurate with her experience. On the other hand, she realized, if Brian was willing to whore her out for money, she should get as much as possible for both of them. As her spouse, her profligate new income profited Brian, too.

Then, finally a bit selfishly, she decided on one more demand that entirely benefited only her own pleasure and ego.

“Third, the first time we make love, which will be after dinner tonight, it will be after you have romanced and genuinely seduced me. Don’t worry... as things now stand, you will meet no more unbending resistance.”

Then she decided to take a risk, actually having nothing to lose.

“These terms are nonnegotiable. Agree to then now and completely, or it’s me who walks out of this suite and doesn’t return.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Marcus wasn't sure what he expected, but it sure as hell wasn't that. He felt the hardness leave his cock and a cold palor go over his body, that his dark skin hid. She had, in just a few words, made a man who had wanted her desperately seriously question if he wanted her at all. If she wanted to be a whore, he could have any whore. HIis offer to Brian had been a test, not real, he hadn't wanted to buy Josephine, just test if he would sell her?

Her husband had just failed his character test completely, and now, in this moment he feared she might too. He was wondering if they deserved each other. Perhaps he was trying to save a damsel, who either didn't want or wasn't worthy of saving and that saddened him in a most profound way. He took a deep breath before responding.

"Perhaps I gave you bad advice, or perhaps I just thought you were a different person than maybe you are? Do you want to be a whore? Perhaps your husband thought of you that way, but I never did."

He went over to the minibar and poured himself a scotch, he was paying for everything anyway, so there was no reason not to treat himself, and he needed a drink as he tried to size up the surprising events of the last few minutes.

"The only demands I could readily agree to is complete discretion as I would never want any of my people to think your role has anything other than to do with your talents, which by the way it doesn't. While I enjoy combining sex and business, I do not do business contingent on sex. I did not hire you to bed you, it is just a nice extra should that happen."

He sat down and thought some more. "And of course I would wine and dine and seduce you, for that is what a gentleman does, and despite what you may think I am a gentleman."

"I will give your husband's firm fees, but they WILL NOT handle anything important. Whether your husband failed your test or not with his response, he most certainly failed mine. A man that would whore his wife for advancement might do God only knows what to my business if the opportunity profited him."

Marcus shook his head, he wasn't sure if he was more angry or hurt.

"You really aren't attracted to me are you? You also have no appreciation of the freedom I provided you, nor the generosity I have shown? I offered you total financial independence with no strings and no requirements, and you respond to me with what I need to do for your husband, how I should put my entire business in his slimy hands?"

He took a long drink of the scotch and let it roll on his tongue as he fumed. "Josephine my dear, your husband is a piece of shit, a man of the very most despicable character and no sense of loyalty or appreciation to that which he should hold dearest. However, if that is the man you still choose, and the one you are most concerned with benefitting, I am not going to save you from yourself. I have no desire to bed a whore, I could have any whore, I have a desire to bed the woman I thought you were, and still think you are."

He got up and put the crystal glass on the counter. "So if that was really your take it or leave it, I leave it. If you want to rethink your position I want to listen. Financially I will take care of your husband's business, but I will not risk mine to do so. I will be discreet, and I will treat you the way you should have been treated all along, and while we are together whatever I have is yours. However, do not come to me, unless you truly want to be with me, and never do I want to feel as if I am with a whore! Let me know in the morning if you want to still have dinner, or talk some more, or if you want me to fly you home?"

He walked over and kissed her cheek, "Goodnight Josephine, I truly thought this night would go much differently. Live and learn I guess?" And then, he left.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Retainer



Josephine dozed for the next four hours. Already showered and dressed, she did not want to go fully back to bed. Still clothed, she laid above the covers.

A bit after seven o’clock, she got up, touched up her makeup, slipped back into her shoes, and left her suite. Her and Marcus’s suites’ doors faced each other across small lobby at the end of a side corridor. It contained two chairs and a small table.

She sat in the chair closer to Marcus’s door... and waited.

 

[Homerun2611]

So?

Marcus tried to get his arms around where they were. Sleep was restless. However, even in that moment, he smiled. She was a unique woman, a woman that in so many ways he felt truly worthy and perhaps capable of understanding all his facets, light and dark, good and bad.

In some ways the fact she hadn’t immediately abandoned Brian was encouraging, it showed that she understood your man might occasionally need you to wrestle in the muck. Now his muck was different, and much higher stakes than Brian’s, but it was still muck.

However, they were at a precipice, he simply didn’t have the luxury of time to continue to pursue her, no matter how appealing. A good workout would help. Waking up, he cracked three raw eggs he had delivered and kept in his fridge into his bullet, some banana, strawberries, other berries, kale and apple juice, all blended in his bullet, was consumed in rpthree large gulps.

He felt better, strong, ready, and he tossed on his workout gear and headed out, planning yo go to the gym. But as soon as he opened his door, he saw her. He started to smile and then stopped looking at her. “Seeing you makes me want to smile, but perhaps I shouldn’t. I take it you have thought, and...SO?”

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Call



“And...” Marcus concluded. “So?”

Josephine had given him an ultimatum earlier. She had not considered it a bluff. He had called it anyway.

Now she had to fold, raise, or see.

She considered Brian’s ambivalence when she revealed Marcus’s seductive behavior toward her. She considered Marcus’s scrupulous adherence to his own principles.

She considered Brian’s pale and flabby body. She considered Marcus's lean, chocolate body. She considered the size of his manhood.

She considered Brian’s significant, but unimaginative, intelligence. She considered Marcus’s keen, cunning, and bold intellect.

She considered the part of her ultimatum in which she required that Marcus have “romanced and genuinely seduced” her after dinner, before they made love for the first time. She considered Brian’s ambivalence when she revealed Marcus’s seductive behavior toward her.

“So...” Josephine replied with the slightest resigned smile. “To what romantic location are you taking me for dinner?”

 

[Homerun2611]

Tails?

Marcus watched her and waited. It was a flip of the coin in many ways.
In his opinion it shouldn't have been, but yet it seemed it was. 'Tails?' He thought, he always chose tails and given how hard he had chased Josephine's, it seemed wholly appropriate now.

“So...” Josephine replied with the slightest resigned smile. “To what romantic location are you taking me for dinner?”

Tails it was! He smiled at her and took a card out of his wallet, and held it in his hands. "It is already set up. I have a cabana down by the ocean, dinner for two, and a small wooden dance floor. Would you prefer lobster, crab or chateaubriand? A jazz combo will play soft music, and we can dine and dance a bit? We will dine by candle and torchlight, if that pleases the lady, the ocean tides lapping in the near distance."

"I would request you wear an evening gown, I will be in a suit, no tie. We have ay designer you might like in our shop forum...Dior, Chanel, Yves St Laurent, Versace, please choose whatever dress and shoes you like, and put it on my account?"

He was about to walk away but instead moved toward her, and handed her the card with a bank name, and numbered account on the back. "It is in the Cayman's, a numbered account that is all yours, once you go on line and set your password only you can touch it. It has $3 million waiting for you. now everything that happens between us, can never be confused as being done for the money....Josephine, I am looking forward to tonight in a way I don't ever remember looking forward to before. I will see you at 7:45? I will knock at your door."

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Dressed to the Nines



Josephine would never have imagined she would own such a gown. Before marrying Brian, she could never have afforded it. Afterward, her husband would have neither allowed the expenditure nor approved of the design.

An inch-wide black silk band around her neck supported a two-inch strip of fine translucent mesh that ran down the middle of her torso from the top of her breastbone to her waist, framing her cleavage and navel. It separated the hypotenuses of two equilateral right triangles of sheer white silk that covered her breasts, the points of their 90 degree angles extending to under her armpits, with a third such shape, pointing down to her waistline, connecting them around her back. The lowest corner of each triangle disappeared under a three-inch leather belt at her waist. It supported a floor-length skirt made of yards of black silk, slit up her left leg to the top of her thigh.

She wore no bra or hose, and panties made of just a wisp of black satin. Her black leather open-toed mules had thin four-inch heels. The shoes alone cost more than most of her own dresses at home. The gown cost more than most people’s cars.

It required little additional adornment. She wore a fine silver chain that circled her throat just above the black collar, with a matching anklet on her right ankle. A simple bracelet of silver, three inches wide, clasped her right wrist. She wore a few silver rings on her fingers, along with her wedding band of white gold.

She debated whether to include that last accessory. Her innate honesty ultimately demanded she do so. Sometime later this evening, she would commit adultery. She would not compound this sin by breaking the Eighth Commandment as well.

 

[Homerun2611]

And So It Begins...

Marcus knocked on the door exactly on time. Dressed in a custom Armani gray suit, white linen shirt open collared with matching pocket square, black Ferragamo loafers, he had worn his favorites of everything, this was a special night.

When she opened it he let his eyes take her in as his smile widened. "The most beautiful present wrapped in the most exquisite package, your superb taste is only surpassed by your undeniable beauty....you are stunning!"

He stepped only inside far enough to put his strong hand on her waist and lean in and give her a light kiss on he cheek, letting it linger there just a fraction longer than appropriate. He whispered int her ear, "I don't ever remember so eagerly anticipating an evening before. You have no idea how much I have wanted you."

He handed her a small bouquet of tropical island flowers and waited by the door.

"Josephine you truly do look spectacular, I want you to dress like this, or however you feel most beautiful when we go out. You are a spectacular woman and should dress accordingly, expense should not be a consideration....I do hope you enjoy what I have planned, it is a lovely night, the moon is nearly full and the sky is full of stars...if I had placed an order, I don't think I would change a thing..."

With that he held out his arm to escort his beautiful date down to their candlelit dinner by the water.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Spontaneity



Josephine ate sparingly, not from nervousness, but so that an overly full stomach would not impede the romantic impulses she hoped to develop this evening. Due wholly to the nature of its inception, not its current attributes, their date still felt too much like a business transaction to her. Indeed, she could not have asked for more romance than Marcus provided — the gown, the flowers, the moonlit dinner overlooking the water — but the circumstances still made her feel like a high-priced whore.

She now blamed herself, not Marcus. True, he made it clear how badly he wanted her physically, but always politely, and without the vulgarity so many men now employed. At the same time, however, their wide ranging and intellectually stimulating dinner conversation made it clear he appreciated her at least as much for her sharp curious mind as for her tall slender body. Brian felt the same, and she loved him for it.

Of course, her love for Brian remained the greatest obstacle to getting into the sensual spirit of this occasion. Both her devotion to her husband, and her disappointment in his implicit approval of this course of action, dampened the ardor this spectacular tryst should inspire. It did not help that the entire day had passed without a single call or text message from him, at least up to the time Marcus had arrived to take her to dinner. She had, of course, left her phone in her suite.

She limited herself to a small chocolate mousse for dessert. She watched Marcus as he signed a chit for the dinner and arranged, at her request, to have the bouquet he brought her put in a vase and taken to her suite. Every woman dreams of such a man — handsome, athletic, powerful, and charming — but she still found no emotional exhilaration, much less sexual excitement, now in his presence.

She suspected the reason for this. He had arranged too perfect of a night for them. It felt too orderly, as if scripted, like the performance of a contract. Rising from their table, leaving the restaurant, and crossing the courtyard to the exclusive wing of the resort containing their suites felt like a ritual. It lacked that last quality she wanted in a man, something Brian had lost long ago but that she expected from Marcus... spontaneity.

She unhooked her elbow from his, took a step away, and examined him. She found perfection in everything else about him. She only disliked his invariable aspect of total self-control.

“Not yet,” she told him, not daring to identify the activity she now delayed.

“I want a night on the town first. Take me dancing. I want to be seen in this dress with the magnificent man who gave it to me.”

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

At the end of a day even more hectic than most, Brian Godfrey pulled his Lexus GX-460 into the three-and-a-half car garage of the four thousand square foot house he shared with just his wife. He got out of and walked around the SUV, opened the passenger side door to grab his suit coat and briefcase, and headed inside. Pulling a Mike's Margarita Classic Hard Lemonade from the fridge, he went to his study, its walls filled with bookshelves containing an impressive library, much of which he'd never read. He set the cold bottle on a side table, pulled his iPhone from his pocket, and dropped into a plush leather recliner.

"Hey Siri," he said. "Call my wife... mobile... on speaker."

"Calling Josephine, on speaker," the phone's feminine robot voice replied. His wife's phone rang four times, then went to voicemail. He waited for the message to finish, then spoke.

"Uh.... Jo, it's me... Brian.... Um.... I... Um.... Sorry for not calling earlier. It's been a beast of a day. I... I suppose you... that you're busy.... Uh.... Call.... P-please call me when you hear this, um.... Um, it's okay if it's late...."

He pressed the red circle ending the call, then grabbed the bottle, twisted it open, and downed half of it in one gigantic swig.

 

[Homerun2611]

Marcus knew something was wrong, but he didn't know what. This felt like a contract, the conversation was great, she was beautiful, and he was witty and charming, and PROPER. He had so wanted to respect her, he had treated her more like a colleague, than a DATE.

They walked across the courtyard, and he was trying to figure out how to tell her good night, he hadn't earned the right to take her to bed, no more than a second date. He was angry at himself, for...not being himself. They walked across and she clearly was the same way, and he was almost relieved when she spoke, “Not yet...I want a night on the town first. Take me dancing. I want to be seen in this dress with the magnificent man who gave it to me.””

He smiled, "You're right. He closed and put his hands on her waist and looked into her eyes, "I agree, but our night is not over...." and with that he lowered to one knee, and raised the hem of the beautiful dress and then reached out and took her calf in his hand and slipped her out of her shoes. One then the other. He then slipped off his own, shoes, and socks and motioned for the bellman walking by. He was still looking at her as he spoke to the bellman. "Yes, Mr. Washington..."

He slipped off his coat and handed it to the man, "Please take the ladies shoes to her suite and my jacket and shoes to mine, we will be there shortly." And then in one quick gesture he picked her up in his arms, and carried her down to the beach, the tide coming in washing over his feet and soaking the bottom of his pants.

The moon shone on the water, and the stars were brilliant far away from the light of the resort. "I am not going to sleep with you, you will have your night, but I would like to kiss you here and maybe walk with a beautiful woman under the moon and stars...don't worry, I will have your dress perfect for again for tomorrow or I will buy you another." And then he set her down in the pooling warm water and pulled her into his arms for their first real kiss since they had made their arrangement...except now, at least for him, it didn't feel like business...it felt like...no, it was...pure desire!

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Romance



Spontaneity.

She’d had no spontaneity in her love life, or even her life generally, since... since sometime before Brian started law school. Now, she’d tried to create it by insisting Marcus take her dancing, but she could see from his expression that the idea fell flat. He’d probably do it to make her happy, except now it wouldn’t do so. It would feel forced, not spontaneous.

Then Marcus did something remarkable. He stripped them of their shoes, and himself of his suit coat, and carried her down to the shore. Before she knew what had happened, they sat together in the foamy brine, and he kissed her.

Suddenly, as she pressed her lips to those of this handsome and powerful man on a moonlit beach in the Dutch Antilles, her blood ran warmer than the Caribbean water flowing around her. She had needed this for years. Having plotted a practical course to secure comfort with Brian, she had forgotten the romantic dreams of her youth. Marcus had brought them back for her.

She certainly didn’t love Marcus. She didn’t even really like him. Suddenly, however, she wanted him. She wanted pleasure and romance and fun!

Glad he’d not worn a tie, without breaking their kiss, she reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt.

 

[Homerun2611]

Chemistry?

Marcus had no idea how she felt about him, and this was not a time to worry, strategize, or even care. What he knew was this was a moment, and he wanted to live and enjoy the here and now. As he had sat her down he had intended a single romantic kiss, to feel her against him, and see if there was the chemistry he had long anticipated?

However, it was not just chemistry, it was pure electricity as her lips sent a jolt through his body unlike any he could remember. This was a woman, a real woman, and Marcus felt pure unfettered desire. They fell down in the sand, water lapping and swirling around them. One kiss led to another, each deeper, more passionate and then he felt her fingers working his buttons her hand on the muscles of his strong chest.

There was no denying the passion, no need to...his fingers found the clasp to her dress and let it cascade down her body. Pushing her down as they kissed his hands fondled her breasts, teased her nipples, as his tongue danced, dance after dance in her mouth.

Breathing became moans, and his hand slid down and found her bare calf, and slid up, gliding past her inner thigh...fingers found the small wisp of silk panties, and one firm pull ripped them from her hips. Kissing again deeper and more intense, wanting...he pressed his hand against her mound, and pressed his fingers just inside the soft tender folds of her labia...

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Public Confession

As Marcus’s finger parted her most intimate folds, Josephine gasped not just from pleasure, but from surprise at how easily his finger moved revealing just how wet she had become. She had not felt this horny in years. She knew she still loved Brian, and did not love Marcus, but at that instant she wanted the latter with a more desperate and passionate lust than she ever remembered feeling for the former. Her guilt gave this desire a sharper edge.

Fully nude, her gown and the remains of her underwear in shambles on the wet sand, she parted her legs invitingly.

“Take me now,” she groaned. “Take this married woman right here... on this beach... where anyone might see us do it....”

 

[Homerun2611]

Now!

Marcus probed and enjoyed the soft, smooth silky, wetness of her sex. Emotions didn't register, this was chemistry. Two magnets needing the other. Whether it was the hunt, the setting or the woman, he could not remember feeling such desire as his large cock pulsed strongly in his pants.

Kisses had been passionate as he ripped off her gown, and now there she was with any sense of denial completely gone. “Take me now,” she groaned. “Take this married woman right here... on this beach... where anyone might see us do it....”

The Gladiator was ready, but as he stood, towering over her, she was no victim, she was merely the target of his unrepentant desire. Stripping off his pants he god like phallus stood out large, and rock hard. The moon glistened off his ebony body, and the precum on the tip of his big, black cock glistened like the stars above.

His flesh sword in his hand he feel to his knees, her legs already apart and wanting. Pushing them farther apart yet he leaned in and ran his velvet smooth head up and down her slick, slit, teasing her lips and clit. Once twice three times, he teased her, enjoying their heat and anticipation. And then he pressed the tip inside, and grabbed the back of her knees. Pushing in his massive length, he pressed inch after inch after inch of his thickness, feeling her wet tightness grip him.

Almost in he pushed forward, his arms in push up position around her, he drove in the remainder, she felt so tight yet perfect as he filled her. "Oh God..." he groaned, and then, almost reflexively, his massive, muscular body began to drive his hammer in and out, impaling his sexy lover!

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Desire



“Oh God...” Marcus groaned as his full length entered her.

“God... YES!!!” Josephine screamed in passionate reply. She had never felt so full inside. She had never had a man so large. It hurt for just an instant, the pain providing a bright edge to the ecstacy that instantly followed. Already close to climax, she started thrusting her hips up to meet his fierce, rhythmic, stokes. She heard her own wanton grunts, and realized she had screamed. She could not remember the last time she had screamed from sexual pleasure.

“Young and free...” she gasped. “Marcus... make me young and free again....”

 

[Homerun2611]

From Here to Eternity!

He plunged his long, thick length sword into her soft, wet, tight sheath with a lust and desire that emanated from the deepest and most intimate recesses of his very soul. His muscular ebony body flexed as she was a mere waif absorbing, and responding to his passion and need for this incredible woman.

The wind kicked up and he felt the waves crashing slightly into his thighs and ass as he took her over and over, their bodies quickly and if anyone was watching it was like a cross of the incredible scene in the movie, "From Here to Eternigy!" with Spike Lee's "Jungle Fever". Except it wasn't Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr, but a strong and powerful black man enjoying the delicious fruits of a most enthusiastic married, white woman!

“Young and free...Marcus... make me young and free again....”

He smiled looking down at her, the want raging through his body overpowering. He grabbed her small waist and pulled her up to him as he sat momentarily back on his heel, pulling her up on his thighs, impaling her completely on his magnificent cock.

"Then wrap yourself around me Josephine, fuck me like you know you want to, ride this black man like the stallion I am...on this beach, your hair flowing, the waves around us, ride me!"

And then with the explosive power that had made him an all american tailback, he drove his legs, body and cock up into her, over and over strong, and filled with passion. Over and over, grabbing her light body, tossing her up and down on his spear, until he felt his entire body tensing, his back arching, and his ebony rocket ready to explode!

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Another New Experience



“Ride me!” Marcus urged, having lifted Josephine’s hips from the waves.

She wrapped her legs around him eagerly. In this position, each time he withdrew in his ramrod style lovemaking, the ridge at the top of the engorged head of his huge erection massaged her G-spot, sending an electric surge of ecstacy up and down her spine to discharge in her loins. She had never had a coital orgasm. She hadn’t thought she could. But now...

“Oh God, Marcus!” she screamed. “Keep... just like this.... I’m gonna come!”

 

[Homerun2611]

Together!




Their bodies tightly coiled, he held her thin waist in his strong hands, his biceps flexed as he pushed her out, only to draw her back while thrusting powerfully.

She was right, they fit perfectly, as if her tight pussy, was custom designed to house and stimulate his massive cock like none other ever had.

The way her walls massaged the engorged head of his prick felt incredible and he steadily worked her harder and faster.

“Oh God, Marcus!” she screamed. “Keep... just like this.... I’m gonna come!”

He was too, oh God, He was too. Her walls that had so sweetly and securely gripped him, now milked him, and took him over the edge. Arching his back, he drove his legs up, firing his rocket, as his balls cinched tight and delivered his bullets into the chamber, it was exquisite, and amazing as the seemed to come together, and he emptied his seed over and over in thick ropes of cum into her now, adulterous married pussy!

Pulling her back on top of him, he continued thrusting as he emptied hims of completely and so satisfyingly!

Finally, pulling her back down kissing her romantically, the savage warrior enjoying the taste of victory...

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Confession



It took Josephine a while to catch her breath around Marcus’s impassioned kisses, and longer still for her post-orgasm serenity to fade to a point where she actually felt any reason to speak. She had never before had a coital orgasm. That this one occurred simultaneously with his made it all the better. Finally, as they both gasped for air between long kisses, she whispered.

“You win.... I should never have doubted that this was right for us.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Marcus knew he was enjoying something truly special. It was sweet and violent, their bodies in perfect rhythm, like great jazz musicians jamming, each talented in their own right, but together spectacular. Even after he came, and sweet Jesus how he came, he didn't want to let go.

Yet it was still wonderful to hear her confirmation, “You win.... I should never have doubted that this was right for us.”

He kissed her yet again, before letting out a chuckle, "My sweet, sexy woman, even I had no idea it would be that good, you are spectacular."

He let himself catch his breath, "But now that I know, I want you to be in my bed tonight and until we leave, I want to enjoy every second with you I can."

And with that, with both of them still naked, he grabbed their clothes and with both of them naked, he carried her up to his suite.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Suggestions of Anarchy



Under any other circumstances, having Marcus carry her into the hotel nude would have mortified Josephine. Tonight, however, no rules applied. Also, it helped that they entered a side door to the resort and Marcus impressively carried her up three flights of steps rather than parade naked to the elevator lobby. Some guests saw them from a distance, but she could not tell if they fully recognized or comprehended what they witnessed.

He set her gently on the floor, and kissed her again. Then she stepped away and broke another of her own rules. She turned to make it easy for him to see the tattoos she had always dressed to conceal since Brian started law school. Now turned slightly away from him, she looked back coyly.

“No rules tonight, Marcus,” she offered. “I suppose the time may come when we find some boundaries... but, tonight, I’m yours in any way you want me.”

 

[Homerun2611]

A Different Side...

The chemistry he was feeling was intoxicating, she felt so light in his arms as he whisked her up the stairs. He did his best to protect her and shield her but he also wanted to explore her, enjoy her and have her enjoy him.

As he set her down, and she spun away, the first thing he noticed was her smooth skin and athletic frame and how it still glistened with the water of the ocean, but then he saw the tattoo, the lightening bolt down her rib cage. He moved close and dropped to his knees.

Leaning in he let his finger trace its outline, then his lips followed, finally his tongue. "So you do have this side of you, I like it! I want you to explore things together and be free!"

She was coy and sexy and it seemed she was breaking free, “No rules tonight, Marcus,...I suppose the time may come when we find some boundaries... but, tonight, I’m yours in any way you want me.”

Still on his knees, he smiled at the comment and let his hands slide up the inside of her thighs, his fingers teasing her pussy, not caring as his fingers were covered in his own cum. He teasingly, gave a small bite to her ass, and then stood up and took her into his arms moving toward the bed.

"I like the thought of no rules...anyway I want you?...I want all of you...every hole!....Every position....Are you sure I can have all of you Josephine?" And then he feel in the bed with her, kissing passionately, hands running everywhere, not waiting for an answer....

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Suggestions of Sodomy



Josephine suppressed a gasp when Marcus suggested he wanted to take her in “every hole.” She had never had anal sex, and had not ever really considered it. The thought frightened her some, especially considering the size of Marcus’s penis. She remained committed, however, to abandoning every convention and value that had left her trapped in her meaningless marriage. Tonight, at least, she would willingly do anything Marcus asked.

Breaking away from their passionate stroking and kissing, she backed far enough across the mattress to allow herself to gaze fully into his eyes. She needed him to know the sincerity of her assurance and challenge.

“Please, Marcus,” she whispered. “You can... you must... take me and use me in any and every way that you wish.... I want to know your every desire... and what I’ve been missing.”