Dirty Daddy

Taking a deep breath and summoning every last bit of courage I have, I take several steps over to my husband. The man I married six months ago in a wedding that the New York Journal called ‘the Social Event of the Year’.

I wrap my arm around Arsen’s and take my hand and move his face over to mine. He looks at me, and I smile at him. He see’s into my soul through my eyes – and I think he realizes that together, nothing can stop us.

That’s when I look to the camera.

“Arsen and I were having sex in the shower,” I say without any trace of embarrassment and I see Tricia the reporter gasp. “He was fucking me so good doggiestyle, when he said to me that if everyone had someone like me in their lives who could fuck so good then a lot of the problems in the world would be solved.”

“Uh-uhm, right…” Tricia says, starting to visibly sweat.

“That’s when I pulled out and got on my knees and began to suck him off,” I say to Tricia, making sure to look her directly in the eyes. “And I started saying what if we had a movie that went along with a dirty book. And then what if we could somehow take the step of creating that world one step further for people. And that’s how Naughty Realities was born. From shower sex.”

Tricia is visibly sweating. She didn’t expect me to get this raw. It’s only 8 am on the East Coast. People are still getting up.

“Although,” I say sweetly, giving the reporter a break. “If there’s anyone else in this world we rely on more than anything else, it’s Arsen’s lawyer and his beautiful wife and my good friend, Yasmine.”

Gerard and Yasmine smile from where they’re seated at the couch. They’ve just been married a month ago. It shows in how close they sit and the fact that they can’t stop touching one another.

The interview continues for a little bit longer, mainly with Gerard and Arsen answering questions on the business end. How the proliferation of high-tech phone sex has created a new industry in America. How readily accessible virtual erotic encounters have literally taken the fight out of ISIS when used successfully. And how the future looks for Hawkelane Media.

“Things are looking up,” Arsen says, looking at me as he smiles.

I look down. There’s a tent beginning to form in his trousers. I smile. Looking up indeed.

Within minutes, the interview closes and Tricia and her cameraman are out the door. Gerard and Yasmine follow soon after.

Arsen and I eventually make our way to his office, where he closes the door as I pull myself into him and kiss him.

I can feel my breasts mash against his hard body. I can feel his hands squeeze my ass and I gasp as a finger travels lightly over the opening to my pussy.

Unfortunately, I’m going to have to leave you here. Don’t worry, I’m not kicking you out. You haven’t seen enough yet. There’s plenty more to come. Don’t you ever worry about that.

There’s always more to cum.

65

Goodbye From Arsen

So, yeah, I guess I could go on and on about how we grew HawkeLane Media into one of the giant media conglomerates of the 21st Century. Or I could talk about the fucking nasty things that Ashley and I ended up doing. And you know what, most likely we will. Our story probably isn’t over yet. There’s still a whole lot of fucking she and I have to do, and I’m wondering what it would be like to double team her with someone. Do I know something you don’t? Absolutely. Am I going to tell you what it is? Absolutely not. You’re just going to need to follow this fucking story and this author for the next few weeks, because I think our MFM story is going to blow your mind. Maybe soak your panties. Get your pussy nice and wet, getting it ready to get fucked however you fucking want.

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Oh yeah, you’re probably asking. Is this shameless self-promotion by the author?

You fucking bet it is. And do I realize I’m being used to promote her? You fucking bet I do. You think I want her to change her mind and give me a 4 inch cock? And instead of an 8 pack maybe a beer keg? Fuck no, so because of that, let me just tell you if you liked me at all and want to read more, you will do this shit and follow Alexis Angel.

Anyways, that’s all. Ashley’s lying in bed in this fucking small as shit negligee she got from Fredericks and I’m going to fuck the shit out of her. So unless you want to join us, then I have to go.

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