Truth

Monica head shook like she knew she were about to ruin Christmas. "Well, me and Jackson did have a little fling. We use to fuck so extensively, we didn't have adequate time for our respectable careers. So we decided to call it quits. So our companies weren't go bankrupt. That's how we know each other."

I nod my head. My intellect mind leaps from knowing my soon to be boss used to nailed my current girlfriend, who I haven't even fuck yet. To knowing that I was practically about to work for this man. I breathe deeply as I listen to her life story. How her mom and dad are both doctors. Her mom is a plastic surgeon while her father is a therapist. Both encouraging Monica to chase her dreams. They spare no expense to pay for her college, her lifestyle, and a lavish beach house next to the ocean.

"At my house, on my wall I showoff all of my degrees. Right now though, I'm working with a company call gender identity pro. Have you heard of this company?"

"Yeah, I think they do... do..."

She cuts me off. "No requirement to bullshit me, my sweet pet. I will confide in you about my job after my first experiment works. But until then, you and me can get down and dirty. This Saturday I expect you at my house. I'm gonna wear you out haha"

I nod. "Well, hopefully I don't blow my load too quickly. The last two days been a chore. My cock. ." a older man step past our table with a sharp disgusting look. "been rock hard nostop."

She smile. "I'm pleased that you didn't cum. Just wait it out and I promise you'll love what I got in store for your little friend. I might even buy you a couple of elegant outfits to add to your rapport." She pauses then skate her tongue down one of her slender fingers. "My mouth shall slide wetly around your member. You will have my pussy juices scent on your cock, fingers, and mouth when you leave my bedroom if you satisfied all of my wants." Her foot glides up my legs softly as the waiter came with a check.

...

I stare at my cock needing too jerk off. My body yearns like a crack addict to stroke as Devin hits me up. I tap on my phone finding the text message that he sent my way.

"Yo buddy. Did you finally purchase your ticket in heaven on earth."

I text back already knowing the ragging I was about to receive from my friend. "No. It was a bust. But she did invite me to her house on the beach this Saturday. She kinda acted like she wanted my dick."

He text back. "Man fuck that bitch. If she playing games with you. You know what you do. You slap the whore around, call her some degrading names, and make her eat your ass. Show her you wont be fuck with."

"I get that, but why do I have to make her eat my ass. Comes across a bit..."

"Shut up bitch. I love when a bitch toss my salad. The sensitivity of a woman's lips licking my hole and stroke my massive hog is like paradise. Better than a trip to Vegas and winning a lot of money."

I text. "Yeah okay. I don't know if my ass would like that but I could give it an attempt with her. Wanna play some COD."