Penny's Worth - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

Penny's Worth - Chapter 5

Division Lines The elevator door opened and I greeted Suárez with a tender kiss. I wore one of the designer dresses, but with the most sluttish lingerie underneath. His hands began to explore my breasts and ass. The hem of the Saint Laurent was lifted up, and he explored my pubic mound through my diaphanous red panties. The ever-present bodyguard positioned himself in an inconspicuous spot near the elevator door and assumed a parade rest pose. “Sometimes I feel uncomfortable how he always seems to be watching us.” “He’s trained to see everything and see nothing. He’s an apparatus for my protection. Nothing more, nothing less.” “At least he doesn’t have to come into the bedroom with us.” I grabbed Suárez by his necktie and pulled him toward the door. The bodyguard had already swept the room before his employer’s arrival. Suárez turned on the television. The video recordings I’d done had become his form of foreplay. “I see you had the permanent cameras installed. The picture quality is so much better.” He forwarded to the scene of me starting to suck the penis of Litton Murphy, CEO of Balance Avionics. “Yeah, that’s it you fucking whore. Swallow it all down. Show me what you’ve got.” Suárez paused the playback. “Did he cum on your mouth?” “No, he held out. He’s never premature. He fucked me for nearly an hour.” “Is he a better lover than me?” “Yes. He’s much better. He knows how to please a woman. You could learn something.” The look on Suárez’s face was one of supreme hurt and ...

... shame. I’d wounded his pride and to a man of his culture, pride was everything. “Why do you say such things? I pay for all this to make you happy. I try. I really try to be a good lover. Yet you stab me with your heartless remarks.” “I can only tell you the truth. He’s better than you. Most men are better. It’s just something you’re not good at. You can’t make a woman cum. No woman would even have sex with you without being paid.” “You fucking bitch. I’ll show you.” He tore my dress open. So much for a two thousand dollar garment. Tears began to roll down his cheeks. I was tossed onto the bed and he began to push his cock into me. This was his preferred sexual stimulation. He was motivated by his own need to overcome his sense of inferiority. He’d risen from nothing; a poor child from a poor village. Indeed, he would prove himself as a lover to me tonight, just as he had on multiple occasions. I’d have several real orgasms in the course of the next hour and half. He got off on proving he was better than anyone else when they all thought they were better. “You’ll see. I’m just as good.” His cock remained rock hard as my legs wrapped around him. He pressed the play button, and my sexual encounter with the CEO showed in the background. The concealed camera documented every act of betrayal I’d committed against my clueless patron since he’d been gone. We’d spend hours reviewing each act of infidelity, and I’d harshly evaluate his performance against those of his closest business ...