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Accepting Multiple Sessions

Courtney is 25 never married, petite slender body, small firm breasts, and long black hair. She is my temporary personal assistant, she lives with me and travels with me. She never realized that she was required to submit to me sexual. As my personal assistant she is required to attend social events and business dinners. Dinner was pleasant and uneventful. Courtney excused herself around eight o'clock and as she stood, I pulled her chair out. She can feel my eyes on her. Glancing up our eyes met for a moment before I looked away and she turned and made her way upstairs. I and the men adjourned to my library to discuss more business matters and enjoy a last brandy. It is after eleven o'clock when I came into the bedroom and turned on the overhead light flooding the room with its harshness. " John, what are you doing, why did you turn the light on?" She asked sleepily. I got into bed rolling her onto her back. I unlaced the ribbons on the bodice of her nightgown and roughly pulled it up and over her head tossing it onto the floor. Courtney tried to cover herself only to have me push her hands away leaving her breasts exposed. Then I begin fondling her breasts, she looked down and watched, fascinated as the color of her nipples slowly changed from dark pink to almost brown with her increasing arousal. Courtney is ashamed of her body's easy betrayal. My hands move from her breasts, down her belly, and found her slit. I begin a slow sensual glide from her pussy upward to her clit ...

... and then downward retracing my path. Up and down, sometimes pausing and inserting two, three of my fat fingers inside her tight wet pussy, making her moan and whimper as I stroked in and out of her pussy. I teased her with my wet sticky cock head before I slide into her waiting pussy. Her body resisted at first, still not wanting to succumb to me but, with my rhythmic insistence, her pussy relaxed and opened for my entry contracting around my thick girth. Her body jerking with each thrust and her mind and heart are flooded with remembrances of stories about me. I held both of her arms above her head, pinned against the bed, and brought her to the edge of heaven with slow, deep strokes...but I did not let her cum. As her breathing slowed, with one final hard thrust, I erupted deep inside her leaving her still aroused but unsatisfied. I rolled off her and left the bedroom. In the morning Courtney sitting in the dressing room wrapped in her own thoughts, I sat down next to her, my hand absently caressing the inside of her thigh, every now and then inching upward to pause between her legs. Just my touch sent chills of excitement through her. She went into the bedroom, took off her robe to put on her clothes. She had unpinned her hair and was about to start brushing it when I came into the room. I stood watching her, a shot of brandy in my hand. Finishing my drink, I backed her against the wall and kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I slide my hand down between her legs ...