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  Explicit Desires

  Adult Story

  Copyright 2020 Lilly Moist

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  The following stories contain mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. All intended for mature readers

  All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.

  Table of Contents

  Bondage Fixation

  Bone of Contention

  Calling Card

  Circus Freak

  Dirty Laundry

  Fast Times

  Hard to Break

  Heated Touch

  Heights of Pleasure

  Lost in Lust

  Lusty Intentions

  Neighbor Affair

  Office Lust

  One Night

  Price of Lust

  Risking it All

  Runaway Stallion

  Science of Desire

  Seduction 101

  Shade of Love

  Slap and Tickle

  Visiting Infatuation

  Waxing Poetic

  Young Buck

  Youthful Enthusiasm

  Bondage Fixation

  Jason Bond had everything on a silver platter from the moment he made his first $1,000,000 when he was young. Selling his designs amounted to more money than he could spend in his lifetime. The finer things in life were boring to him. Buxom blondes including vivacious redheads became his vise of choice. There was nothing more important to him than seeing their faces in the throes of ecstasy. Happiness was short-lived and he found a certain club inviting him to take a look behind the nondescript metal door. The only caveat was that he had to provide a shapely young visitor to accompany him. They had to be open-minded and willing to do practically anything for a good time. It couldn’t be a professional selling her wares on the streets. He thought about his assistant Stephanie Ward and the potential she showed when she was strutting her stuff in revealing clothing at work. How was he going to broach the topic when they had never been intimate?

  Chapter one

  Changing my name was a stroke of genius to give people something to talk about. Jason Bond suited my personality and the way I lived my life. I sat at my desk at the end of the day looking at my bank accounts across the globe. It was amazing to see my money working for me without me having to lift a finger. My investments were sound and the risk of losing my shirt was paying off in big dividends.

  I was still staring at the invitation sent anonymously a few days ago. It stated only a select few were chosen from a very limited pool of resources. My name was on it and I’d heard through the Grapevine this was a club like no other. There was no name and the location changed week to week.

  I had to find a date worthy of such an honor to stand with me with my arm draped over her shoulder. It couldn’t be a professional paid for her services which was stated in the invitation written in Italics. I was impressed and wanted to take part in whatever this club consisted of.

  I was bored quickly and traipsing across the globe had become old. The lap of luxury was something nobody could understand unless they walked a mile in my shoes. They could see me on the street and have no idea of how I had shaped their lies with designs I had made when I was younger. Selling them to the highest bidder had given me my first 1,000,000 before I was out of my teens. I left my home town in the dust along with my foster brothers and sisters.

  Having no immediate family made it unnecessary to share my wealth with those that were sticking their hands out. I indulged in fast cars and women sometimes combined with their heads in my lap bobbing up and down on my hard cock. I not only had the money but I had the physique including a 9-inch endowment. I was blessed in many ways.

  “Stephanie, would you come in here for a moment before you leave for the day. I have something I need to discuss with you in private. Make sure we’re not disturbed and press the red button before you come in here.” That button would make my office soundproof with 5-inch thick window panes to ward off any possibility of somebody eavesdropping on my conversation.

  She walked in moments later with confidence. It was more than most people could only dream of. Those legs were heavenly and separated briefly to show a sizable slit up the side of her black skirt. Stephanie was a flirt but I remained diligent afraid of mixing business with pleasure.

  “Color me curious to know what this is about.” She sat down and I came around in front of her with my excitement bumping against the inside of my pants.

  “I’ve always found you attractive and quite desirable. Having you around has gotten me a lot of new business with guys praising your virtues. What I need to discuss with you has nothing to do with business. There’s a club and the invitation to join is always through word of mouth. I don’t want to take just anybody. The only problem I foresee is how you are going to respond when you see what is behind those doors.” I was baiting her without promising anything in return for her participation.

  “What are you trying to ask me?” She smiled sweetly with her finger toying with a gold button on her white blouse.

  I took a deep breath and stood in front of her with the zipper of my pants threatening to bust wide open. Words were nothing without actions to back them up. Taking a hold of my zipper and pulling it down was a good way to be called on the carpet in human resources.

  “Are you being fresh with me, Mr. Bond? I’ve been trying to get your attention from the moment I came to work for you. What you need to know is how far I’m willing to go. I think I can show you better than I can tell you. If you would permit me, I think things will become abundantly clear in a few moments.” Her long blond hair framed her delicate features including a modicum of makeup to make her stand out from the crowd.

  “I’m not going to stand on ceremony. The invitation is tomorrow night and I need to test your limits. Sucking my large knob is a good start but it’s not going to cut it. You need to think outside the box and be ready for practically anything when we go into the club. Give me a taste and tomorrow we will begin training you to go where no woman has gone before.” I watched with this intense stare of desire when she retrieved the hot rod between my legs.

  She swallowed hard and hefted the goods to see it from every angle. The veins crisscrossed up and down the sides including a very large prominent one pumping with a life of its own. The very idea of sinking deep into her mouth was causing me some physical distress. My heart was racing and my palms were spreading in a wide arc on the back of her head.

  Her tongue came out to greet the drop of sweet cream on the tip. There was no hesitation when she swiped it clean. It produced more of the same a little thicker than it was before. Her appetite for what was brewing inside of me was showing her salacious need to drain me dry.

  “I had a feeling there was a better use for your mouth than talking. I appreciate your talents when it comes to business. This is what happens behind closed doors when I’m left to my own devices. I’m not going to apologize for having a healthy sex drive at my age.” 55 with a bit of snow on the roof was nothing but a number, I was never going to pay attention to.

  She was 21 and came to me fresh out of college when she was 18 quite naïve and willing to do anything to get ahead. I treated her like a long lost daughter until she began to exceed my expectations becoming an equal in my eyes. Her lips were like fire personified and I could feel the steam coming out of my ears when she began to make those familiar bobbing motions.

  I held her firm and she was looking at me while I was plumbing the depths of her mouth. It was amazing how she knew what kind of pressure to use and how to curl her tongue to introduce my experienced cock to the playground of her mouth. The woman was dynamic and spirited with a penchant for sucking like a true professional peddling her wa
res on the streets.

  “Open up your mouth and let me see you take it. I want the visual aid of looking at you with your mouth full and your tongue sticking out. A man of my means and stature within the community has to live up to a certain reputation. They don’t need to know about my kinky diversions.” She did what I told her without question or delay.

  The propeller of her tongue was wrapping around me several times. There was no gag reflex when she gobbled up the evidence of my arousal. It was a yahoo moment where I wanted to sing her praises at the top of my lungs. I didn’t have to wait very long for the rug to be pulled out from underneath me.

  The price for something like this on the street would have cost me a thousand dollars. High priced escorts were trained in certain acts to bring the client the kind of pleasure they weren’t going to be able to get anywhere else. She was right up there on a short list that was securely in the vault in my mind.

  “You keep sucking like that and you won’t be able to hide from the load about to spray into that hot little mouth of yours. Show me what a good girl does to a cock that is about to empty its nuts into your mouth. I might be a little older and wiser but I still have stamina to burn.” I dug deep with my cock dragging across her tongue leaving several strings of sticky persuasion in my wake.

  This was a woman of top-shelf quality perfectly aligned with my status in life. Stephanie knew how to put on a good show and keep me on the edge of my seat through the entire thing. My glistening member came out and smacked against her tongue before going back in. It was my way of slowing things down before they could go beyond my control.

  The ensuing drama of her smiling and giving me this seductive look to make me melt had my toes curling in my loafers. I was feeling good and thought about those girls in the past paid handsomely for their expertise. I couldn’t afford the bad press by making an enemy out of impressionable young girls looking to score big by sticking their hands in my pocket.

  My large piece of pipe was spitting into her mouth and that was just a prelude to something bigger on the horizon. I was known to go off like a rocket and my prowess in the bedroom had spread quickly amongst the steno pool a few floors below. I wouldn’t dip my ink into Stephanie these last couple of years but that didn’t mean I didn’t find substitutes right underneath my nose.

  The sanctuary of my office was off-limits to extracurricular activities until now. Fucking her face and making her jaws stretch to accommodate me was becoming a guilty thrill beyond words. I thought I might be dreaming. The feeling growing by the second couldn’t be anything but the real deal.

  “I don’t want you to spill a single drop. I will warn you this isn’t going to be your everyday orgasm. I don’t want you to let my cock escape the confines of your throat. I’m surprised by your ability but pleasantly so. You might be the perfect fit but only time will tell and we don’t have much, to begin with. I can tell you like it and you can’t fake enthusiasm like that.” I remembered an old exercise in my youth where I could hold it back for a bit longer to make the woman think I was never going to get there without a nudge in the right direction.

  This was my idea of live entertainment.

  My knob expanded getting ready for what was going to take her breath away. It became a shower of white streaks of lightning in her mouth. She moaned while she was taking it with grunts from a man old enough to be her father filling that small space over and over again. A few final lunges made me proud to witness this first hand how she followed orders without deviation.

  The heavy load I had deposited was three days in the making. Restraining my hand from taking matters into my fist wasn’t easy but worth every agonizing moment.

  She went a step beyond by opening up her mouth to show me her cream coated tongue. The last of my homemade potion was swallowed until she was gracefully getting back on her feet looking like nothing untoward happened. The only evidence she was on her knees was the ring of lipstick around my Johnson.

  I was looking forward to tomorrow with a wicked idea. She had no idea what she was getting herself into but putting herself in my capable hands. Hovering over her by a few inches gave me the feeling of domination. I almost grabbed her and bent her over the desk to rip her panties off and take her forcefully but that could wait until morning.

  Chapter two

  It was early morning at the crack of dawn and I knew her routine like the back of my hand. Having her investigated before she came to work for me was a prerequisite. The report detailed in vivid clarity where she lived and what she did every morning without fail. Walking from her apartment building to the pastry shop down the street was her first stop on her way to work in the morning.

  My driver was tailing her at my express request with a sizable donation to his retirement fund to keep him quiet. The windows were tinted for my privacy. I hated people looking in from the outside trying to live vicariously through me.

  “I will make my move when she exits the pastry shop and goes around to the back of the building to enjoy the croissant.” The timing was crucial and I was fingering the black mask frequently used in bank robberies.

  “I’m not sure you are paying me enough to do this. We might have to renegotiate,” He mentioned and I was prepared for this eventuality with a bag full of cash I dumped into his lap through the opening in the partition.

  They were big denominations and I could see the dollar signs blinking in his eyes.

  “That should be more than enough to keep your silence. Drive us around and don’t stay in one place for too long. The last thing we need is an overzealous cop getting suspicious with questions I’m not prepared to answer.” Abducting her from the street in broad daylight was making me nervous with a big smile on my face under the mask.

  She came out with this dreamy expression on her face inhaling the fresh pastry clutched in her fist. Going around to the back of the building gave her a chance to indulge in her sweet tooth unaware there was impending danger.

  The driver punched the accelerator and drove down to where she was standing there with half of the croissant perilously hanging over her mouth. Before she had a chance to react, I was out of the car slapping the pastry from her hand and turning her arms behind her back with the audible click of handcuffs being affixed.

  One hand was around her waist and the other one over her mouth to keep her from screaming for help. She thrashed madly but years in the gym had made me more than a match for her frail frame of less than 110 pounds soaking wet. I dragged her by her expensive heels into the open door and closed it behind me.

  “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do. I was hired to test you by Mr. Bond. I think we both know he gets what he wants one way or the other.” I grabbed her ankles with the temperature rising between her legs evident by the scent of sex in the air.

  I spread them and found her panties dripping with perspiration and excitement. Grabbing them and pulling them off had the material ripping until I was swinging my trophy back and forth in front of her eyes. I was teasing her mercilessly. I stuffed them into her mouth followed by a muffled squeal when I had her legs in the air and my tongue sticking out.

  This was her initiation into my perverted thoughts. She had been a subject of many fantasies to keep my hands busy for the past two years. Finding suitable replacements for the one I couldn’t have wasn’t easy. The invitation had given me a reason to go after what I wanted.

  I thought about Brock in the front seat and what a golden opportunity it would be to have him complicit in these actions. That way, he couldn’t say anything without incriminating himself and the ring on his finger told me there was a significant other back home waiting for him. I was certain, seeing her ready to be taken by two healthy men in the prime of their life would be too much temptation for him to back down.

  “He wants me to make you my bitch before returning you to the office. It’s up to you whether or not you go back unscathed or black and blue. I’m not partial to either one and this is a paycheck for me.” My v
oice was lowered and I didn’t want her to know it was me until the mask came off.

  Ironically, I had another one which I tossed through the opening to Brock with him looking at it confused in the rearview mirror. I motioned for him to put it on. He swallowed hard and then did what I requested before slowing down the vehicle. He was looking for a good place to park where we wouldn’t be noticed. I quickly dispatched a message to him by phone giving him a location I had used in the past to keep my dalliances private.

  I sampled the goods and found the sticky nectar quite pleasing to a man of my discriminate tastes. I applied a bit of pressure with the tip of my tongue to see it slowly live up to the promise I was making her. I could feel the walls slick with her juices clinging to every inch of my tongue. She squirmed and tried to kick me only to receive a resounding slap across the face.

  It wasn’t hard enough to hurt but enough to sting. I went back to what I was doing with my fingernails digging into her porcelain flesh. She was trying to resist the natural order of things. I found the fight inside of her something that I was willing to overlook in the heat of the moment.

  The car came to a standstill and I held her tightly until the masked form of my driver opened the door. He climbed in and removed any doubt he was resistant to my rash behavior.

  “I’m going to take the panties out of your mouth and you can scream all you want. You won’t have much of a chance when you have a cock down your throat. Don’t even think about using your teeth unless you want to lose them.” I pulled them free and her lower lip was quivering with the fire of hatred in her eyes.

  I placed my hand on her chest and she fell back with my driver’s huge circumcised cock dripping into her wide open mouth. She tried to spit it out and I gave her an accusing finger to bring her under control. This time she gave in willingly and my driver was getting the same treatment I did in the office last night.

  I was making her moan around the fucking intrusion and she was soon kicking out her heels until she was pressing them to the ceiling. She was flying away on the wings of a climactic moment born from my tongue expertly caressing the inside of her hole.