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Chapter 4 by panzerman panzerman

Dinner?

Dinner... and something else

Arin had to admit, the dinner was... nice. With all horny, rowdy men she had to put up with all the time, it was a refreshing change of pace. It was, of course, cold. She was several hours late, after all. But he'd set the table nicely, and the food was good, even cold. But what she really enjoyed was the conversation. She considered all the stresses of the day, and slowly pushed them from her mind one by one, relishing the feeling of talking to someone like an equal for once. David didn't seem to care very much that she was the director at all, and that was refreshing in and of itself. But more than that, he was simply an interesting individual. She really didn't feel like talking about herself, and she felt he understood that, despite never being told so. And so, she listened to him talk.

"...so, that's my story. I left a life of relative luxury behind because I was stifled by... my parents, my society, all of it. It was just too much." he capped off his story. "Do you regret it?" she asked. "In some ways yes. In some ways no. I regret that I don't get to see my parents any more, but the luxury has long since been lost on me. Funny, I remember so vividly the last time I sat down and had dinner like this... it's been a long time." She put her hand on top of his. "It can be better here. I promise you that." she said. David looked into her eyes, and the sincerity in her face, and for once, he believed it, or at the very least, that she believed what she was saying. "Trust me. Take my hand, and I'll show you just how nice it can be." she cooed, a sultry look gracing her lovely face. And he did. After all, that's why he signed up for this, right?

She led him over to the bed, telling him to take a seat. He, in his turn, had no qualms with this. At this point, she was barefoot and left her jacket on the chair, but otherwise was as clothed as she was during dinner. She removed the pins from her hair, gently setting them on the table one by one. When she was done, she shook her head, allowing her lustrous golden locks to flow freely. It surprised David, he thought she'd had less hair, but it was hard to tell with the bun. "Stunning." he said with a low whistle. "Oh honey, just wait." she replied with a mischievous grin. As if she knew how to pluck his very heartstrings, she began to slowly unbutton her pure white shirt, button by button, and slowly began gyrating her hips all the while. It was all he could do not to reach out and grab her shapely posterior, while he slowly caught fleeting glimpses of the black bra underneath. As she began to reach the lower buttons, she turned around, giving him a wonderful view of that very same ass. She undid the final button, and slid the white top off of her shoulders, discarding it onto the floor. His only regret was that he could no longer ogle what was surely a wonderful view of her cleavage, but that was a small price to pay to get a view of her derriere. Speak of the devil, he thought, as she unzipped her skirt, and slowly, tortuously slid it over her wonderful, voluptuous ass, revealing black lace panties to match her bra. "Like what you see?" she said, jolting him from his reverie. "More than you know." he replied, as he began to unbutton his own shirt. "No, leave it." she ordered. He complied, stopping two buttons down, as far as he'd gotten. She turned to face him once more, stepping forwards, hips still gyrating rhythmically, and unclasping her bra in the meantime. Finally, her bare breasts sprung free, revealing a set of small and surprisingly perky set of nipples. She leaned into him, and he felt her breath hot and heavy on his face. Undeniably, a wave of excitement ran through his body as her lips made first contact with his. Her lips were sweet, and she was surprisingly gentle considering how forceful of a person she seemed to be. She leaned even further forwards, pushing him back to lie on the bed, as she simultaneously pushed her tongue forwards to caress his lips, and he let her explore as she desired. She moved to straddle his crotch, grinding her panties into the tent in his pants, pushing him to lie flat on the bed as she incessantly pushed to deepen the kiss, their tongues now caught in a waltz of passion. After what seemed like an eternity in bliss to David, she finally broke the kiss, instead leaning in to whisper in his ear, her breath hot and heavy on the side of his face. "I'm going to fuck you senseless."

Fuck.

Well, if he wasn't horny as hell (he was) before, he sure as hell was now.

As she began to plant kisses on the side of his neck, she reached down to where next their bodies met, and slowly began to undo the front of his pants. His tumescence broke free at last, and she returned to grinding her panties onto his now-exposed member. "Ffffuck!" he exclaimed, "Now you're just torturing me!" "Does that mean you want me to stop?" she teased. "Hell no!" he replied. She pushed her panties to the side, finally exposing her wetness, and David found that she must be enjoying it as much as he is, judging by her wetness. Lacking ceremony, she lifted herself, lined his member up with her entrance, and smoothly slid him into her. "Mmmm oh that's nice" she exclaimed, panting with the effort. She began to slowly raise and lower herself upon his rock hard cock, affording him no opportunity to move himself. In the helplessness of his position, he moved to play with her nipples, massaging, rolling, and even pinching them between his fingers. "Fuck! Yeah, do that again." she moaned. She found herself tightening, building ever more towards climax, and picked up the pace. He too found himself not far from climax, warning her. "You're going to cum inside me." she stated, as if he had **** in the matter. A brief moment of panic struck David, before he remembered that was precisely what he was here for. The inner walls of her pussy clenched as she came hard, loudly moaning a "FFFFUCK!" to the empty walls of the room. He followed shortly thereafter, the increased tightness driving him finally over the edge.

She rolled off him, having come and been pumped full of cum, she collapsed into his bed sheets, exhausted.

Pillow talk?

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