Texas Capital - Sex Stories

Texas Capital

... that was to be the last time, but every time I called, she would hear my voice and go weak in the knees, her pussy tingling in anticipation. She could have had other lovers, more caring, nicer men, but she refused to move on, choosing to remain my secret fuck-toy in Austin, ready at my beck and call. At my request, she would wear the sexiest dresses, the skimpiest slips and chemises, the briefest lingerie, or nothing underneath at all. Once, in what must have been a moment of insanity, I offered to stop to buy condoms, but she stopped me, wanting to feel me in her pussy, fucking her in all my naked glory. JoJo remains, the shining and respectable pillar of upper-crust society in Austin, divorced, rich, beautiful, successful, available yet unattainable. The reality is, unknown to everyone, that she is attainable, but only by me. JoJo can have any man she wants, but she only lusts over me. I didn't care for her and used her only for one reason, sex. Yet, for that one reason, she is willing to be used and abused, again and again, by me.