Nicole and Her Businessman, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Nicole and Her Businessman, Part 1

... know I can love him in a way he has never been loved. How can I be so bold? What do I know? Nothing. But there is an instinct in every woman that is primal, not learned, but in her mind at birth. I can make him happy. I know what my breasts are for, to feed him, to nourish his lust. I know what my legs are for, to wrap around his body as he fills me deeply with his thrusting cock. I know what my vagina is for, to squeeze him, massage him, to grasp him in ways he knows not. I will show him. If he takes me, could it be more? Could I live a life with him? I am untutored in the ways of a gracious society, but I can learn. I am smart in many ways but not tried in his world. I have not seen the environment of elegance and grace. I don't know cocktail parties, great celebrations of his triumphs, intimate gatherings with the rich and powerful people he congregates with every day. If he lets me teach him what my devoted love could be, would he then teach me to be a woman of grace? Could I do it? I am simple in my tastes and needs. Fine food, music, clothes of silks and satins have not been mine. But I know I could learn, be a woman he could trust and confide in, to be gracious as a hostess, to love him in every way. I will show him. Even more, he could trust me to want nothing more than his love, his essence, his being. I was jolted awake as the Gulfstream bounced down on the runway. There must be strong crosswinds again. This place has complex weather events. Rudi does a helluva' ...

... job. Time for a raise for a good pilot. We rolled to a stop at the General Aviation Terminal. I grabbed my bag, briefcase, and laptop and exited to the tarmac. The cab was waiting to take me to the hotel. "Welcome again, Mr. Herbert. Very nice to see you," says the cab driver. I am nervous. I want her to be there today, I want to see that sweet smile, hear her sultry voice, watch her graceful moves. Her richly endowed figure freezes me in time. I do not see other women any longer. Since I kissed Nicole on the last trip, something has tripped in my head. Other women are now invisible to me. What is under that starched blouse? Are her nipples large on great dark aureoles, as dark as her eyes? I've seen them protrude when I stand at the desk in front of her. I can't help but look, and she catches me. For me only have they peaked? Or, perhaps, for a lover I don't know? Damn, I hope not. This girl has me by my balls, my cock quivers. Every night for weeks I have lovingly thought of her as I masturbated myself to sleep. In Rome, Amsterdam, New York, for weeks I jerk myself off in pools of cum. Hotels everywhere have cum stained sheets and pillows as I shamelessly humped them, fucking them until I came again, saying, "Nicole, be my woman, oh fuck me, Nicole." Why did I stay away so long? Am I still afraid of rejection? I have an uncanny knack for picking the bimbos and money-lusting MILFS, who fuck me into submission. When they discover there is no money on the table for them, they ...