Corrupting Her (Forbidden Fantasies)

“We can try it,” she agrees. “You don’t have to do anything until we get it figured out. I wouldn’t expect anything from you,” she adds hastily

My cock jerks, titillated by the thought of being in this woman’s pussy. It goes without saying that I’m going to have the worst case of blue balls ever, but I’m also a guy who likes to sample new things, and Tanya Grimes has me intrigued.

“Okay, sure honey. How about tonight then? 8 p.m.?”

She gasps, those brown eyes going wide again.

“Tonight?” she stammers. “So soon?”

“Yep,” I say in an easy tone. “Why, do you have something else to do?”

She she shakes her head, flushing again. Her décolletage is heaving beautifully, and I want to pop a tit out right now to suck on, but there will be time for that later.

“Oh sure. Okay, yes, tonight works then,” Tanya murmurs.

I nod, pleased.

“Okay, I’ll see you at eight at my penthouse then. It’s actually on the top floor of the Corinthian, right above this office in fact. We’re going to try out this Mormon Dick Soak method,” I drawl. “We’ll see if we survive.”

She nods again, still startled, but then gets up when I rise.

“Of course, Mr. Thompson,” Tanya murmurs, her lush form quivering. “I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, the beautiful woman exits my office, and my cock jerks again while staring at that big behind. The way her hips sway from side to side has me mesmerized, and my fingers literally twitch at my sides because I can’t wait to get my fists on that lush rump.

But right, there’s this Mormon Dick Soak thing preventing us from full consummation. Will I survive? Heck, will Tanya survive? After all, who the fuck knows? The whole thing sounds like a feint around the ultimate end-game, but I’m in no place to judge when it comes to breaking the rules. Hell, I don’t even care. At the moment, I want into the gorgeous Tanya Grimes, and I’ll jump through whatever hoops she puts up to find bliss in that curvy body.

6

STONE

My penthouse is on the top floor of the hotel. It’s huge and lavish, with all the most expensive furniture and custom-made décor, yada yada yada. I get room service, maid service, yada yada yada. To be honest, it’s not a big deal because a lot of hotel magnates live in their own buildings. We reserve the best suites for ourselves, pretty much guaranteeing a life of luxury.

But yeah, it means that I basically never leave the office. I live here, I work here, and I even eat here because not only is room service delicious, but we also have an array of restaurants offering the gamut from casual Tex-Mex to high-end Japanese. So I basically never leave the Corinthian, save for an occasional game of weekend golf with my buddies.

But I’m acting like an idiot at the moment. Even though housekeeping comes every day, I’m literally walking around the living room, fluffing pillows on the couch while casting a critical eye about. I want everything to be perfect for Tanya, even if I know she probably won’t notice.

Right at eight, there’s a light tap on the front door and I force myself to take a deep breath. Calm down, Thompson, the voice in my head scolds. What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you behaving like a teenage boy about to ask the prettiest girl at school out on a date? The voice is right and I force myself to walk slowly to the front door before swinging it open.

Then, the air evaporates from my lungs because Tanya really is the prettiest girl at school. She’s gorgeous in a tiny cocktail dress that stops at her upper thighs, revealing stretches of lush, thick leg. It’s tight too, highlighting her narrow waist and making the curve of her ass all the more prominent. Large breasts jiggle enticingly, nearly spilling out of the silk fabric, and my fingers twitch again, struck with the urge to tear the dress off before having my way with her right in the foyer of my suite.

“Hi, Mr. Thompson,” she murmurs, looking up at me from beneath her lashes. “Am I late?”

A weird choked noise comes out of my throat, but I manage to step aside, ushering her into the living room.

“No, you’re fine, honey. Welcome to my humble abode.”

She walks and gasps while looking around.

“Well, I don’t think ‘humble’ is the right word,” she titters, a bit nervously. “I mean, this place has to be five times the size of my apartment! And goodness, look at that view!”

After all, the Strip is now lit up in all its glory, and we both wander to the floor to ceiling windows to take in the dazzling display. It’s almost too much. There’s a Ferris wheel going round and round next door, its spokes and wheel done up in rainbow lights, and Dane Merovingian, that fucker, recently kitted out his hotel with a waterfall display that changes colors while pulsing to the beat. It’s enough to make an epileptic go insane.

But I don’t care about that right now.

“So, are you ready?” I ask in a low voice, coming up behind Tanya to place my hands on her waist. God, she’s tiny and my fingers almost touch themselves as they encircle that narrow circumference. I hear her take a deep breath, but then the gorgeous brunette turns in my arms and gently snakes her hands around my neck.

“Yes, Mr. Thompson,” she mewls. “Let’s get to it.”