Hostile Take Over - Sex Stories

Hostile Take Over

... flawless, with not a single strand of hair out of place. It would be interesting, I thought to compare and contrast how my current perfection with how my face and makeup would look by the end of the night. As we drove ever nearer to where we would pick up my 'date' for the evening, I felt my ass cheeks grow warm and damp on the leather seats. Just as I suspected, half my butt was hanging out the bottom of the dress, and I had to keep my legs crossed tightly to keep from revealing my wet pussy, which was assuredly the cause of the dampness under my behind. I had decided against panties for the evening, and the dress was so tight it would have been impossible to hide the lines. I did, however, wear a strapless bra, one that pushed my large breasts up and together, so that I had an extensive six inches of cleavage showing in the low cut front of the dress. "I'm probably showing more skin than I'm covering," I thought to myself with a mischievous smile. "Hopefully," I thought, "I'll get to see his jaw hit the floor when he sees me, and then he can watch MY jaw drop to let his thick cock in." I felt the limo begin to slow outside a towering office building, and was immediately overcome with a warm flush of excitement that started between my legs and surged outwards to my fingertips and toes. I smiled warmly as the doors opened, and made one last attempt to straighten out my dress, and then sat up prim and proper, with my knees crossed, chest out, and head held high, as I waited ...

... for me to enter. When I finally did, well dressed in a very nice pin stripe suit, she guessed my age to be about 55 as I approached the limo, and took a seat directly beside her in the rear. My thinning hair is grey, and matched the thick moustache on my upper lip. Though I had the expanding waistline of a maturing man, I appeared to be in excellent health, and had very wide shoulders that denoted a powerful presence. I moved with confidence, and it wasn't until the door of the limo closed behind me that I seem to be aware of her presence. Sandy smiled at me genially, as my eyes gazed up and down her body, without saying a word. After taking her in from top to bottom several times, I finally spoke in a deep and resounding baritone. " Well well well Sandy, what have we here?" I said. " I've gotta say, you're certainly not disappointing me so far." " I'm very glad." She replied. " Why don't you come sit on my lap Sandy?" I asked in an low tone. " Sure thing." she said, and stood up. Moving quickly so that she wouldn't take a tumble in her high heels, she plopped herself into my lap with her legs across me, sitting turned to half face me. I braced her back with my one arm, as she leaned her body into me, getting a whiff of my very strong musk cologne. My attention seems to be distracted momentarily, and she suddenly realized with embarrassment that I'm investigating the wet spot left on the seat by her bare pussy. Sliding one finger of my free hand over the puddle, I brought my ...