Control yourself, sorta

You stare at the open doorway. You're incredibly aroused and in need of relief, but you hesitate. Abby's not going to be happy if she learns that you agreed to another quarter million dollars for a quick fuck. Plus, if Sasha is to marry Vladimir, you're sure he won't be pleased to know that you've had her first. You could just use your mind control ring to erase her memory of it, but you'll always know.

Unable to decide, you start pacing around in a circle, constantly looking over to the doorway where Sasha disappeared into. After a while, you're curious why she hasn't made a sound and you creep closer to the room and poke your head inside. The bed in this room is one of those round lovebeds and your jaw drops when you see Sasha. She's lying face down with face turned to the left and her ass sticking up, almost like she's presenting herself to you. Her pussy is shaved bare and her lips have a nice inviting pout that makes you want to kiss them. Curiously, Sasha's long blonde hair is in a mess and partially covering her face, obscuring her eyes so you don't know for sure if she's really napping. Surely she couldn't really be asleep in this uncomfortable position.

It takes every ounce of willpower you have to pry your head out of the room and step away from the doorway. The way Sasha has posed her body, she's practically inviting you to fuck you but you know the cost of such an impulse decision. Your heart is beating fast and you're taking quick breaths as you try to calm down. It's hard for you to pace now with the hard erection in your pants and you struggle over to the entrance of the suite. It turns out that you've been deliberating for so long over whether to fuck Sasha, that Abby is back and she enters the suite holding a some papers and a pen in her hand. She looks amused when she sees you.

"That was fast," she says with a raised eyebrow.

You shake your head and point to your groin. Abby's expression changes to confusion. "I was thinking about what you said and also how unwise it might be considering Vladimir," you say, grabbing Abby by her arm and leading her away from the bedroom where Sasha is. The kitchen is in the opposite direction of the bedroom and that's where you and Abby end up.

"Oh, okay. Good. Well, I've got the papers here and-" Abby starts to say, before you snatch the papers out of her hand and lay them down on the kitchen counter.

Next, you turn her to face the sink and get behind her. You turn on the faucet so that the water is running fast and loud, to mask the sounds what you're about to do from Sasha. You give the waistband of Abby's jeans a quick tug. "We'll get to that in a minute. Take off your pants," you say in a hushed voice.

"What?" Abby remarks as she looks over her shoulder at you. When she sees the urgent lust in your eyes, she understands and she sighs. However, she dutifully unbuttons her jeans without protest and starts to pull them down, while you do the same with your own pants. You're finished much faster as you free your hard cock and you let it rub against Abby's ass as you lean forward and fumble with the buttons of her white blouse. Of course, in your hurried state, you find yourself unable to undo Abby's blouse properly and your primal urge takes over as you just rip the blouse apart, causing the buttons to fly and bounce on the sink and counter.

Abby gasps and looks annoyed, but you don't care as you hold your cock in 1 hand and place the other on her back and guide her to bend forward. Abby does so without complaint and you slip into her snug pussy without having to look down, focusing your attention on the back of her blonde head as you enter her. Judging from the relative ease your cock entered her folds, Abby is more aroused than she lets on and the accompanying soft moan she lets escape from her mouth confirms that. There's no warm up for you 2 as you go immediately into furious thrusting from behind, humping Abby like a dog in heat. To Abby's credit, she reacts to you just as she always does, being an active participant as she moves her hips back against yours in perfect sync while you hold onto her waist.

You can't stop thinking about Sasha and you imagine you're fucking the Russian right now. From this angle, Abby could definitely pass for Sasha.

"Oh fuck," Abby gasps, breathing deeply as she gets a handful of water from the running faucet and she runs her wet hand down her chest, grabbing her braless breast and moving down her toned abs to between her legs. Her fingers graze the base of your cock as she touches herself. "Oh my god, I'm so fucking close," she says between breaths. "I'm going to cum soon. Are you ready?" she asks.

"Almost," you respond in similar short breath, trying to fuck Abby harder and faster but you're already pushing your physical limit.

"Quick..." Abby begs sensually, holding onto the sink. You feel her body tense up and you know she's about to cum. Luckily, you hit that point of stimulation yourself just then.

"Now," you say, starting to cum inside Abby, about the same time as the walls of her pussy closed down on your cock and grip with tight intensity. Knowing Abby likes to moan when she cums, you lean forward and hold onto her, turning her face sideways so you can put your lips on hers as she moans into your mouth. You 2 hold this position for a while until your climax starts to subside, turning the primal session into a tender moment as Abby and you gradually start making out and playing with your tongues.

Eventually, you 2 break it apart and you step back and out of Abby. She turns off the running faucet and spins around, leaning against the sink. Her face is flushed and she has a slight blissful smile. "Well, Nigel certainly never did that," she says with a chuckle and you laugh too.