Seduction Five - Ms. Torra, Part Two - Sex Stories

Seduction Five - Ms. Torra, Part Two

Mr. Thomas Anders is a complete, fucking wreck after his “interview” with Ms. Tanya Torra. In fact, it was a less than twenty-minute, outrageously seductive encounter. She enticed and inspected and belittled and dominated him with ease. He staggered from her office wildly aroused and trembling in disbelief.

Now, sitting in his old car, he attempts to calm his emotions. “Oh, gawd,” he pants over and over, struggling not to touch his raging hard-on. He closes his eyes, only to see Her in his mind’s eye – gorgeous beyond measure, arrogant beyond belief. His mouth is dry, his palms are sweaty. Looking at his watch, it reads 3:07. “What?” he fumes. He knows that’s not right, so he checks his cell, which reads 7:07. He tosses the watch in the trash. It’s going to be pure agony until 11:00 tonight.

Thirty minutes before his final interview Tommy is directed to a parking structure by the doorman of Ms. Torra’s elegant residential building. He drives over and up the ramp to the top level of the garage. Entering the code he’s been given, he proceeds to park in his assigned space, number 374. As he walks toward the stairs, he notices that there are many spaces higher than his number but very few below. He’s momentarily perplexed before the anticipation of tonight thoroughly grips him again. What will She be like? What is he in for?

Walking a couple of blocks, he is ushered into the foyer and then the elevator lobby of Her building. Up he is whisked to the penthouse floor. He ...

... is shaking uncontrollably as the door opens. The entry is chic with gloss black and gold everywhere. Two plush chairs are arranged at the far end around a low coffee table with a base that resembles a crouching black panther. In the chairs are seated a pair of shapely, mini-skirted gals.

Mr. Anders approaches them. “I am Tom An…” he is interrupted by their duet, “Hell-ohh, Tommy.”

They stand smartly, each tugging down the extremely short red spandex that clings to their hourglass figures.

“You are right on time,” says one.

“And cute as a bug,” says the other.

He stops in the center of the room watching them suggestively sashay towards him. Upon arriving, both begin running their hands over his arms and chest.

“Uhh, Mandy, he’s prime,” says the brunette.

“I like him, Sandy,” is the redhead’s response.

They slide their arms through his and guide him over to a diffused glass door. It slides open as he hears them giggle, “Fun tonight, babe.”

Escorting him down a hallway, they maneuver Tommy into an ante-like room. The space is eerie with neon purple lighting and polished metal walls.

“Honey,” Sandy utters, “Mandy and I are going to relax you.”

“And get you ready for the boss ladies,” adds Mandy. With that said, one slips behind him and the other starts to unbutton his shirt.

“Ahh,” Thomas gasps as fingers knead his buns. Then he goes silent while his nips are massaged, and other hands wriggle onto his groin. Multiple fingers find and skillfully ...