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weight and was soon on all fours, with Simon, still inside me.
“Good girl,” he growled, and the elastic holding my knees close together suddenly released. “Open your legs.” I parted my knees more, “Wider.” I spread my legs apart until my knees hit the armrests on either side of the seat. Simon rewarded me with a slow roll of his hips and a hiss, indicating his approval of the position.
At that moment, I was being controlled by that man but I had never felt so powerful.
Guided by forceful hands on my shoulder blades, I lowered my chest to the cream leather back of the seat, stretching out my arms above my head and waiting impatiently for more. Simon ran his hands down the sides of my body. His right hand slid around the front of my thigh and between my legs as he started to move once more, faster than before but still smooth, firm thrusts.
As pleasure spread all over my body, and I started to moan, involuntarily, I once again felt pressure on my ass, this time Simon’s wet thumb in place of his tongue. I closed my eyes and let out a moan as it slid inside, the feeling of fullness driving me wild as he picked up the pace.
The feeling of his cock filling me, fucking me while he rubbed my clit and pushed his thumb a little further into my ass was too much as I found myself losing control. Pushing backwards and calling out loudly with each hard thrust into me, I was heading for the edge.
I stretched out my fingers before clenching them, digging them into the headrest as Simon pounded me hard and fast. Screams escaped my throat as my orgasm rose in me. The familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, my feet becoming hot as my climax spread all over my body.
I was breathing hard as my body became lax, Simon’s hands returned to holding my hips still as he thrust hard into me, finding his release after giving me mine.
I lay there for a few moments after Simon pulled out of me and made his way to the bathroom to clean up. Sex with him was fucking glorious. Often, he left me unable to walk for a while, my legs well and truly rendered useless; always, he left me breathless, shaking and sated.
We landed in New York and made our way to the penthouse apartment. Simon had some work to do so after taking a long hot bubble bath, I crawled into the huge bed alone and stretched out, enjoying the space as I fell asleep.
I spent the following morning in the city, taking photographs of the people, places and things around me while Simon attended meetings. I found some time to shop too, before heading back to the apartment and getting to work myself. I wanted to familiarise myself with the models that I would be working with on the following Monday and go over the details of the shoot.
When Simon came back following what turned out to be a very successful day, he instructed me to get ready to go out for dinner. We headed out to a restaurant owned by one of the clients that he had met with that day; everything that we ate that night was ‘on the house’. I found it hilarious that Simon could afford to buy the restaurant if he wanted to, but was being given a free meal. Then he told me that he had, in fact, bought the restaurant and every other one in the twenty-strong chain.
After dinner, Simon and I climbed into his waiting limousine, and while he kissed and sucked at my neck, collarbone and tits, we were driven across the city. The car came to a stop, and Simon looked into my eyes, excitedly before getting out and helping me to do the same.
We were in a seemingly empty back street. Simon started to walk towards a closed, unmarked red door on the building in front of us, I followed, intrigued. He banged the side of his fist against the door and a hatch opened, the person inside must have been happy with just seeing Simon. I was expecting a secret password to be needed, but the door opened at the sight of him.
We walked inside and were immediately transported. Black damask wallpaper and large framed mirrors lined the
“Good girl,” he growled, and the elastic holding my knees close together suddenly released. “Open your legs.” I parted my knees more, “Wider.” I spread my legs apart until my knees hit the armrests on either side of the seat. Simon rewarded me with a slow roll of his hips and a hiss, indicating his approval of the position.
At that moment, I was being controlled by that man but I had never felt so powerful.
Guided by forceful hands on my shoulder blades, I lowered my chest to the cream leather back of the seat, stretching out my arms above my head and waiting impatiently for more. Simon ran his hands down the sides of my body. His right hand slid around the front of my thigh and between my legs as he started to move once more, faster than before but still smooth, firm thrusts.
As pleasure spread all over my body, and I started to moan, involuntarily, I once again felt pressure on my ass, this time Simon’s wet thumb in place of his tongue. I closed my eyes and let out a moan as it slid inside, the feeling of fullness driving me wild as he picked up the pace.
The feeling of his cock filling me, fucking me while he rubbed my clit and pushed his thumb a little further into my ass was too much as I found myself losing control. Pushing backwards and calling out loudly with each hard thrust into me, I was heading for the edge.
I stretched out my fingers before clenching them, digging them into the headrest as Simon pounded me hard and fast. Screams escaped my throat as my orgasm rose in me. The familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, my feet becoming hot as my climax spread all over my body.
I was breathing hard as my body became lax, Simon’s hands returned to holding my hips still as he thrust hard into me, finding his release after giving me mine.
I lay there for a few moments after Simon pulled out of me and made his way to the bathroom to clean up. Sex with him was fucking glorious. Often, he left me unable to walk for a while, my legs well and truly rendered useless; always, he left me breathless, shaking and sated.
We landed in New York and made our way to the penthouse apartment. Simon had some work to do so after taking a long hot bubble bath, I crawled into the huge bed alone and stretched out, enjoying the space as I fell asleep.
I spent the following morning in the city, taking photographs of the people, places and things around me while Simon attended meetings. I found some time to shop too, before heading back to the apartment and getting to work myself. I wanted to familiarise myself with the models that I would be working with on the following Monday and go over the details of the shoot.
When Simon came back following what turned out to be a very successful day, he instructed me to get ready to go out for dinner. We headed out to a restaurant owned by one of the clients that he had met with that day; everything that we ate that night was ‘on the house’. I found it hilarious that Simon could afford to buy the restaurant if he wanted to, but was being given a free meal. Then he told me that he had, in fact, bought the restaurant and every other one in the twenty-strong chain.
After dinner, Simon and I climbed into his waiting limousine, and while he kissed and sucked at my neck, collarbone and tits, we were driven across the city. The car came to a stop, and Simon looked into my eyes, excitedly before getting out and helping me to do the same.
We were in a seemingly empty back street. Simon started to walk towards a closed, unmarked red door on the building in front of us, I followed, intrigued. He banged the side of his fist against the door and a hatch opened, the person inside must have been happy with just seeing Simon. I was expecting a secret password to be needed, but the door opened at the sight of him.
We walked inside and were immediately transported. Black damask wallpaper and large framed mirrors lined the
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