Money is not enough [Sex]

You have your doubts and you have questions, and you decide that you do not need the money. But you ask.

"I don’t eat where I shit," she answers, eyeing your crotch and frowning at the boldness of your grip. "Usually. As well you know."

Her lips tasted like honey then, even though she without doubt already plotted her betrayals. You can only guess how many she ensnared with her words and if she ever yielded to them what she promised you with her hot whispers.

"I ate her out," she admits matter-of-factly. "You ever try oyster? Not the scum-sucking kind they dredge out from the harbour, but what you can get on Verdengrey or from Sunnier Shores. She tasted like that. Exactly like that," the Affected Heretrix empties her glass and takes a careful step towards you. "I might be losing my touch." She bends past you and sets it aside. "I missed your lips. Your hands and your warmth. I have been thinking about you, about us. About what could have been."

Her hands are on your crotch, but you deny her a kiss while freeing your cock.

"I see," she whispers. "You are jealous. Or envious perhaps. What does she have that I don’t? What makes her attractive and me plain?" She laughs. "I wouldn’t call her attractive, not in those words. But you’ll see – or so I hope. She is peculiar about cocks, or so I gather," the Affected Heretrix smirks. "As am I. But I’ll give you a note for her. And I do think the two of you will enjoy your meeting very much."

You answer by showing her your full hardness.

"Lord have mercy." She affects a pout. "I am not who I once was," she says and grips your cock. "I used to keep you at arm’s length. And what length I have denied myself. I too am peculiar about cocks but yours should fit just right." She starts stroking. "Like this? Do you want it faster? Harder? Do you want to cum for me?"

You arrest her hand.

"Still envious, I see." She slips your grasp, slick as always. "You can have me. Pick a hole, any hole, and take me." She bends over, one hand on the kitchen counter and raises the hem of her dress. "Take me!" The Affected Heretrix does not wear underwear. Her pussy glistens, clean-shaven and wet. A stud, Feysilver and semi-precious stones, spreads her ass cheeks and keeps her ready to be opened. "Any hole."