Curves and the Billionaire (BBW Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Sophie Stern
file the order form away in one of my many filing cabinets and start working on the next sheet of paper. Now, though, my mind isn't in it. My mind is on amateur night.
What's it going to be like?
What is Anne going to be like?
I think about my friend's gorgeous body: her long hair, her perky nipples, her pussy that's always wet and ready for more. I catch myself daydreaming about earlier in the week when we managed to fuck each other silly on her bed. Now I'm the one that's wet and dripping.
Maybe I should excuse myself from this stack of kill-me-now paperwork. Maybe I should sneak into the bathroom, peel down my panties, and finger myself alone in the stall until I'm coming as hard as I was beneath Anne's tongue.
Maybe.
But I don't.
I wonder what Anne is going to wear tonight. She's always been dirtier than me, at least by my standards. She's always been very comfortable with her sexuality. I've been a little slower to grow into my sexual identity. I've been a little more tame, a little more reserved, a little more monogamous.
But now that I'm exploring, now that I'm finally opening up, I'm not sure how I lived so long that way.
I pick up the next sheet of paper, but it might as well be blank. All I'm seeing is Anne on stage, swaying her hips. The music is loud: the crowd even louder. Her shirt comes off quickly, almost instantly. The black bra she chose flashes beneath the lights on the stage and soon she's everyone's darling. Soon she's everyone's fantasy. Soon she's everyone's wish.
But the only one she's going home with is me.
I bite a finger, still holding the page. Is she going to want to dance with me? Will she pull me up on stage and make me her plaything? Will she be the one to strip me down, to bend me over, to slide a finger in my pussy as the whole room watches?
I let out a soft moan as I think about the way her hands will feel petting my cunt, making it ache for her tongue.
I wonder what will happen if she lets loose and decides that it's okay to fuck me right there on stage.
My hand slides from my mouth to my breast, squeezing it gently over my blouse. I close my eyes, wondering what the crowd will do if Anne decides to push me down on stage and lick my pussy 'til I'm moaning and writhing and dying with pleasure.
I wonder what the other dancers will do.
I wonder what Bruce will do.
And suddenly, with a start, I wonder what Kevin will do.
Because he's standing in front of my desk and looks anything but pleased.
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What's it going to be like?
What is Anne going to be like?
I think about my friend's gorgeous body: her long hair, her perky nipples, her pussy that's always wet and ready for more. I catch myself daydreaming about earlier in the week when we managed to fuck each other silly on her bed. Now I'm the one that's wet and dripping.
Maybe I should excuse myself from this stack of kill-me-now paperwork. Maybe I should sneak into the bathroom, peel down my panties, and finger myself alone in the stall until I'm coming as hard as I was beneath Anne's tongue.
Maybe.
But I don't.
I wonder what Anne is going to wear tonight. She's always been dirtier than me, at least by my standards. She's always been very comfortable with her sexuality. I've been a little slower to grow into my sexual identity. I've been a little more tame, a little more reserved, a little more monogamous.
But now that I'm exploring, now that I'm finally opening up, I'm not sure how I lived so long that way.
I pick up the next sheet of paper, but it might as well be blank. All I'm seeing is Anne on stage, swaying her hips. The music is loud: the crowd even louder. Her shirt comes off quickly, almost instantly. The black bra she chose flashes beneath the lights on the stage and soon she's everyone's darling. Soon she's everyone's fantasy. Soon she's everyone's wish.
But the only one she's going home with is me.
I bite a finger, still holding the page. Is she going to want to dance with me? Will she pull me up on stage and make me her plaything? Will she be the one to strip me down, to bend me over, to slide a finger in my pussy as the whole room watches?
I let out a soft moan as I think about the way her hands will feel petting my cunt, making it ache for her tongue.
I wonder what will happen if she lets loose and decides that it's okay to fuck me right there on stage.
My hand slides from my mouth to my breast, squeezing it gently over my blouse. I close my eyes, wondering what the crowd will do if Anne decides to push me down on stage and lick my pussy 'til I'm moaning and writhing and dying with pleasure.
I wonder what the other dancers will do.
I wonder what Bruce will do.
And suddenly, with a start, I wonder what Kevin will do.
Because he's standing in front of my desk and looks anything but pleased.
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