A Sharp Dressed Man

Thanks to Dahlia's help, the executive washroom was at your disposal. Complete with a sauna, efficient gym, dry cleaning and shoe polishing services."Man I could get used to this." A good hot scrubbing was definitely in order for you after all that fucking, sucking, and fondling you've been doing all day today. Taking a good look at the two rings on your fingers, you still wonder what price you may have to pay for using them. There are a lot of movies you know based on the idea of useful cursed relics. "<Well shit, can't drive myself crazy thinking of what might happen. I'm committed now so I might as well set myself up while I still can.>"

Heading to the showers, there's a freshly pressed suit in the rack with your name on it. The note pinned to the suit wrapper said. "I intend to collect - Love Dahlia".

A little laugh to yourself. "Yeah I owe her a big one."

"Yes....you.....do."

"Whoa!"

Standing at the shower bay, Dahlia is wearing nothing but a towel in high heels. That was until Dahlia dropped towel to the floor. Her coffee creamed skin glistened in the hot shower steam. Without saying a word, Dahlia pulls you into the shower. Her back pressed against the wet tile, she gently takes hold of your cock and mounts herself onto you. Pump after pump, Dahlia lifts both her legs up as you support her with every thrust into her against the wall. Dahlia's spastic yelping nearly drowns out the sound of the hot waters splashing over the both of you. Dahlia screams her first cumming and you keep hammering into her. Dahlia gasps in surprise at your stamina grabbing your face so she could kiss you. It doesn't last long as she quickly cums a second and third time. Dahlia can barely think as you pump and pump furiously into her.

Gasping for a breath, Dahlia sucks in as much water as she does air. Coughing and **** on the water, you stop and pull out of her so she could catch her breath.

"PLEEEEEEEEASE, NONONONONONONO! MOOOOORE!" She frantically screams trying to take hold of you again.

Turning Dahlia around and pressing her against the wall. Her hands desperately dart about trying to take you in again. You lift Dahlia's ass spreading her cheeks apart and without any hesitation, you jam your hardness up Dahlia's beautiful ass.

Dahlia's breath is pushed out of her, turning her head she looks at you agog, unable to speak with eyes wide mixed with a bit of shock at a new sensation to her. Without missing a beat, your pelvic thrust jacks into her ass. Dahlia strength fails her as she goes limp ragged with each pounding. A thousand yard stare of bliss washes over her face as you blow a load up into her ass. Totally drained from a damn good proper fuck. Dahlia slides to the shower floor, with no will to move. Just lying there passed out in the hot shower as the water washes over her. Finishing up showering with a quick shave and brush, the outfit Dahlia picked out looks great. A perfect fit with a set of mirror polished shoes.

A few minutes later, freshly dressed and ready to go, you head down to the parking garage. Rifling through Marisol's purse, a car key fob is found. No key was on it. No button to press, either. Walking by the front row of cars, there's a sign in front that says, 'Reserved for Marisol Diego'.

"Oh shit!" You say as you see that Marisol drives a Silver Jaguar F-1 Coupe. "Oh this is my car now."

The doors unlock as you approach. Fitting in the cockpit style driver's seat, you press the Start Engine button and it roars to life. Leaving you the pleasure of tearing out of the garage and smoking the road until eventually you get to La Piazza on Oak Street.

Walking into LaPiazza, you realize since it's Friday night the place is jammed packed tonight. Groups are standing about waiting for a table to open. Making your way past the crowd to the Hostess Station, you can't help but admire the woman standing in front of it talking to the hostess. Slim build with a nice pert butt clad in Capri pants, you can't help but notice her black bra underneath her pale yellow top and long black ponytail. Walking up to feel her up, she abruptly turns around bumping into you.

Startled. "Oh sorry." She said.

"Hello there. {snapping fingers} Noticing she's Asian sporting a geek look with black rimmed glasses.

"OOOOOOOO" She says shaking her head and shoulders as if she felt an electrical shock course through her. She looks at you with interest while undoing her ponytail. Her hair waves around with her head as she reaches up and rips her yellow blouse open revealing the black bra underneath that's immediate pulled up showing you her nice tits to you.

Rushing into your personal bubble. "Ooo baby let's say we dump this place and find somewhere so we can have some fun."

"Hi, seems like you've been neglected uh ..."

"Sherry." She leans in further practically nose to nose now.

"I'd love to but I'm waiting for my date and I know you're with a group."

Sherry presses you into the wall as she glides her hand across your crotch. Not wanting to be rude, you glide your fingers across hers feeling it quiver at your touch.

Half whispering into your ear. "Cmon baby. I don't want to be bored the next hour with those fucking people. Let's go do something stupid."

Before you can answer her you hear. "Mommy lets goooooo, I'm hungry. Daddy says we have a table."

Looking down you see a kid grab Sherry by the hand and start to pull her away from you. Standing two feet behind the kid must be Sherry's husband and other kid. Reaching into her purse with her free hand, Sherry passes her realty business card to you. "Call me if you want 'anything'."

Leaving you behind chuckling alone, Sherry joins her family tits out for her family night out. "Oh wow, how many hard up women are out there?" You wonder.

"A lot more than you think tiger." Mary pops around from behind and plants a big wet kiss on the cheek. "Mmmm you're here early and looking sharp."

"You should talk." You grope Mary hello to her enjoyment then motion her to twirl for you.

Smiling wide and bursting with joy Mary slowly twirls around knowing you're enjoying her backless black mini cocktail dress. It practically looks sprayed on her, hugging every curve on her body. The plunge in the front really shows off her cleavage. "After you bumped into me this morning, I was already late for class so I skipped it. I spent all day today getting ready for you tonight."

"And it shows. Are you ready for some fun?"

Smiling quietly, Mary takes your arm tucking her head to your chest.

Walking over to the hostess station and taking the grease pencil out of her hand. You jot your name at the top of the wait list. No sooner than that was done is when the hostess calls out. "Davros party of two. Your table is ready."