Burning Sex

I couldn't speak the words as I fought the temptation to shoot her.

"You do," She murmurs, moving her thighs and enjoying my thickness on her. "But I'm boss... I say cum"

I bury my face in her tits to smell her. My cock feels like steel, my muscles are stiff, and perspiration is dripping down my body.

She doesn't budge despite my urging. For now, my cock is hers to do with as she pleases.

"Now." She groans and pulls my ear with her teeth. "I'm coming. I'll coming, so be tough. It."

"You'll..." I grumble.

She grabs my hair and commands him with her voice.

"And?"

"I'll be tough."

"Yes...You will." Her legs chafe on the couch's pillows as she moves over me, my cock sliding in and out of her, her fluids coating it again and over. She closes her eyes, throws her head back, and massages her clit, sending thunder through her loins. My cock hits her sweet spot, jolting her body. She screams, pressing her trembling thighs against me as she pulls my hair. She's clueless, but she doesn't care. In that moment, all she thinks about is the unending explosion of pleasure that makes her skin boil like she's going to disintegrate.

She smiles as I extract my cock from her now-sensitive pussy, her body quivering as it goes through her lips.

"Stroke... Please... "She tells me, directing my hand. As instructed, I move my fingers up and down my member. If I attempt to hold on, something will pop in my thoughts. "Cum... Cum me..."

My muscles are so stiff I can almost hear the skin ripping from the bones as my fingers claw at her ass.

"Holy...fuck!" I mumble, my brow wrinkled. I'm shooting so much cum that it's splattering her entire body, dripping from her tits and belly to her legs and pussy, then dribbling onto the floor.

I shut my eyes and tremble on the sofa, tired. I sigh deeply, fingers gently clutching my hair, and open my eyes. Arcadia's naughty eyes are on me.

I smile devilishly and tell her the first thing that comes to mind.

"You're awesome."

She doesn't speak, yet something confident and sorrowful flashes behind her gaze.

"Hello, my name is Ifan; may I ask who I am chatting with?"

I remark as I recline farther and into the phone. I'm wearing a matching set of white lace stockings, lace thong, and lace bra. All three pieces are lace. I'm sitting on my couch in my heels, and I've decided to take a nap.

The fact of the matter is that I need this. Especially after what happened in the morning yesterday, I need to go back to de-personalizing the sex.

I still recall the events exactly as they took place in my head.

Paul exclaimed to me, "You are fucking wonderful," as I peered up at him with his come streaming from my face and body. . At that precise moment, the haze of desire started to gradually lift from my mind, and for a brief instant, I felt...

I sprang to my feet and dashed to the restroom after falling on the floor in his living room. I bathed as rapidly as I could and dressed as soon as I could in order to seem as decent as possible.

"To where are you traveling?" Paul questioned me as I came out of the bathroom all ready for the day.

"You are aware that some of us need to have jobs, right?" I replied in a rhetorical manner.

He let out a snort and then approached me with an even closer stance. I withdrew my hand and moved back.

Why is it so hard for me to comprehend?

"How are you today, Ifan?" the voice on the phone greets. "My name is Max."

I croon into the phone, "Oh, I've been waiting for someone like Max with a sexy name all day long," and then I hang up. "What are you sporting today?"

As Max continues to go on and on about what he is wearing, I can't help but reflect on the manner in which I left Paul's place the day before.

As I was getting ready to go, Paul remarked to me, "I was thinking we might have breakfast."

I continued walking.

"Is everything all right?" Paul asked again. This made me stop in my tracks. I addressed him directly.

"I'm confused as to why you didn't inform me that you owned the strip club." I asked him.

He strolled up to me while staring at me and then put on a robe so that he wouldn't be entirely nude.

He questioned me with, "Does it concern you?"

It seems that it did disturb me. Even at this late hour, I believe it continues to upset me.

I said to him, "What Loefel said is what troubles me the most," despite everything else. She said that the owner of the strip club was also the owner of the phone sex firm where I work. Called."

He didn't let me finish. " Dreams LLC," he completed for me, as I had started to say. "And to answer your question, I am the owner of it as well."

In the beginning, I was at a loss for words. However, I am aware that Paul was observing me.

"That suggests you are aware of what it is I do for a job," I responded. It wasn't so much a question as it was more of a statement directed toward myself. "You are aware of the circumstances in the past in which I found myself. What a tango I've been forced to do!"

Paul nodded. He said, "None of it concerns me," indicating his lack of concern. "I can only take credit for inheriting this business from my father..."

I responded , "Paul, I don't believe this is acceptable." "Since you are the owner of the firm where I work, I don't believe that we could ever have a relationship based on equality between us."