By oorey
As the night was still young, I headed over to Michelle’s place. I felt a little unfair towards how I treated Michelle, and made another few calls.
Michelle as usual greeted me with a passionate hug and kiss.
Michelle: I thought you had entertainment?
Me: Decided to end it earlier. Missed you.
Michelle: Hee… don’t bluff…
I love the way she does this, and I planted my lips on her. As we frenched, I slid my hands underneath her t-shirt, and squeezed her breast gently. She gave out a small moan, when suddenly the doorbell rang.
Michelle: Who can it be?
Me: It’s for me.
Michelle: Huh? (looking puzzled)
I had arranged for my private banker to run some errands for me earlier. He greeted me with delight and handed me a package. From the moment he stepped in, I knew he had been staring at Michelle. I gave him a stare before I took out the items in the package, and there was a passbook, credit card, atm card, cheque book, security token, vouchers, etc.
Michelle: I don’t want these. (in a stern manner)
Me: Danny, why don’t you leave this, and come back later. I’ll give you a call.
Danny nodded and left quietly.
Me: Baby, what’s wrong?
Michelle: Do you treat me as your girlfriend or your kept woman? (that went straight into my guilt) I earn my own keep and even if I don’t earn as much as you do, I have enough to spend. Why are you giving me money? (she was almost lashing out)
Me: Honey, don’t get me wrong. I know you are financially independent, but I want to give you more. It makes me happy to know that you are leading a better life. Plus, I am going to rely on you to do all the administrative work around the house we (emphasised this) bought. You are going to need to make all the payments, deposits, etc. So this will help.
Michelle: (softening) but….
Me: If you really don’t like it, it’s ok. We can always find alternative for the admin work to be done. (now I sounded a little stern).
Michelle: That’s not what I meant. Ok, I’ll take them, but I will only use it for the house renovations, etc. I will not use the money unless it’s an emergency. … and I am sorry for raising my voice. I am really sorry (and she began to tear)
Me: It’s ok… (and I hugged her)
She proceeded to kiss me, and we continued our little action. Soon our clothes were off. Even though, I have mentioned this before, I need to say this again. Michelle body is perfect. 1.68m, 36C-25-34 (yes, I confirmed it is 36C). It’ll make any man die for. Yet, just less than half a year ago, she was somebody no one would notice.
I stood up, fully naked, and Michelle was on her fours on the sofa. She took my dick into her mouth and started to suck me. Remembering how I felt with Chloe, I told Michelle to store up some saliva in her mouth as she blew me. The thing about sex with Michelle is I am always in control. Kind of made me feel powerful. I took her head, and slowly pumped myself into her mouth like how it happens in porn. Not wanting to cum yet, I took myself out of her wet mouth and walked over to the over side of the sofa.
I could see her cleanly shaven pussy ever so inviting. I knelt down on the ground, and started to lick her pussy away. “Ahhh dear, you are always so good…” Michelle still remains very sensitive, and her pussy was dripping wet in no time. I continued licking, each time slight harder. After a few licks, I would pause for a while, and come back even harder than before. “Erh, erh, erh,…” her moan started turning slutty. “Dear, don’t stop, dear, erh… erh…, cumming, cumming,….. ERHHHHH!!….”
This was too much for me to take. I thrust my fully grown manhood into Michelle’s pussy. She gave a yelp. “Still very sensitive” she muttered. I couldn’t care less, and started to fuck her in doggy style. As my dick is slight curved, doggy style hit her g-spot directly. The moaning grew even louder. I cupped both her breast as she supported herself on her fours, and squeezed them hard. She moaned even louder with every squeeze.
Michelle’s nipple was fully hardened and stretch. Moving from her breast, I gave her nipples a squeeze while massaging them in circular motion. At the same time, my hips were working hard. I pumped her with full might, the thrusting, and teasing of the nipples, drew moans at unbelievable decibels levels. I knew her flat was not soundproof, and I was pretty sure Danny was just outside waiting. Then, she gave out a loud moan. “Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!” I could take it no longer. I pulled out and went over to her face, pulled her hair up, and came all over her face. “Taste it” I whispered. She stuck out her tongue, and sucked a few drip of cum beside her lips. “How does it taste?” I asked.
Michelle: No taste at all. If you like it, I swallow it next time k? I read that guys like women to swallow their sperm. Issit?
Me: Yes, but only do it when you are comfortable ok?
Michelle nodded. We went to clean ourselves up, and I gave Danny a call. He showed in less than a minute, which made me wondered if he peeped. He explained the details of the banking system to Michelle, and asked her to sign a few papers before leaving. That night, I stayed over at Michelle’s place.
Over the next couple of days, I was preparing for my trip to China (basically putting more practice into golf), and I had a call from a familiar name. I was expecting Chloe, as it was already the second day, but it was Jack (the partner in Michelle’s previous firm).
Although I had told Jack and Alan (the managing partner) that I would sue them, I decided against it in the end, partly because Michelle begged me not to, but mainly because Alan and I go have a rather good relationship, and I decided that that making them loose the business was enough.
Although I expected Alan and the rest of the partners to fire Jack, they didn’t (not because he is partner, as he can always be voted out), but because he also has many other big clients in his portfolio. Nonetheless Jack was determined to mend the broken relationship, probably at the pressure of the other partners.
Jack: Hi Pete, it been quite a while… How are you?
Me: Not bad.
Jack: Hey look, I never had the chance to apologize the last incident, and I really want to make it up to you and Michelle. A few of the partners are organizing a wine tasting session tonight where we are opening our finest wine. I know it’s really last minute, but…
Me: Go on… (Sex, golf, and wine are basically my favourite)
Jack: I know you are a real connoisseur when it comes to wine, and we are really hoping you can join us, and maybe give us a few tip too.
Me: Come on, Alan is a better connoisseur. Forget about tips, maybe we can exchange a few pointers. Where is it?
Jack: My place, 8pm. You know where I live. Wives and girlfriends are invited, so bring Michelle along.
Me: I’m not too sure Michelle will go, but I’ll see you folks later.
Although this was really last minute, I had decided to go, as it was under the invitation of the partners of the firm, and in the business world, face counts. It would really be rude if I don’t turn up. I made my way home to get changed, and called Michelle. She felt really uncomfortable and didn’t want to attend. I didn’t want to pressure her, and decided to go alone. On my way to Jack’s place, I dropped by my wine cellar (yep, my house is too small to store the collection I owned), and picked up a few bottles of 1990 Chateau Latour. It wasn’t the most expensive wine I owned, but decent enough.
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