Price of Betrayal 5: Ella Fucks Up/An Unexpected Encounter - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 5: Ella Fucks Up/An Unexpected Encounter

... before limping to the door and leaving, shutting it behind her. Hopefully no one saw not one, but two scared young women coming from my office, but I couldn't have cared less. I sat down at my desk and brought my computer out of hibernation. I scrolled through Tanya's browsing and was surprised to see that I was the target of her searches. Every page she brought up was about me: the NYU faculty page; several pages with interviews about me and my family, particularly my father, filthy rich bastard that he was; and even a page that supposedly showed my personal net worth. I laughed at that one; it was low by at least thirty million dollars. I saw that her searches had taken her about half an hour and that she hadn't done anything since then, so I turned to the work I had to do. At ten till three, after being interrupted four times by students with questions, my phone buzzed with a text. Sir, I took a long nap and a long bath today, and I would love to go to dinner with you. Great. I'll make reservations for six and be home at four. Be ready to leave soon after, baby. Seconds later, her response came. Yes, Sir. BTW, Sir, I really like it when you call me baby. That made me smile. I finished up what little I had to do and drove home. When I walked in, I immediately went in search of Tanya. I found her in the shower, singing "I Want You" by Luke James. Damn, that girl had a nice voice! I stripped to the skin and cracked the door a tiny bit to look at her. Her eyes were closed, ...

... and she was rubbing shampoo into a lather, the hot water hitting her back. I slipped in the shower, leaned against the wall, and waited for her to realize I was there. Without opening her eyes, she rinsed her hair and turned around to rinse the soap from her face. I took the opportunity to trail one finger down her spine, causing her to literally jump into the air. When she came down, she slipped and almost fell. I grabbed her tightly and pulled her back into my chest. "Careful, baby. Don't hurt yourself," I said in her ear. She giggled and wiggled her ass against my cock, and, despite my vow to leave her alone, the motion caused me to harden. "Tanya," I warned, "I came in here to help you wash since I know you must be hurting, but if you don't stop, I'm going to fuck you right here, hurting or not." Instead of stopping, she reached up behind my neck and ran her fingers through my hair as her ass-wiggling continued. "And what if that's what I want you to do, Sir?" "Then you'll get it, baby," I growled, and I pulled her hands from me. "Hands on the wall. Bend over." She did so, and I grabbed her hips and entered her hot pussy in one swift thrust. She screamed in pain, but she was already slick, and her scream died down into a groan as I continued to pump into her. After a few strokes, however, I pulled out, spread her cheeks, and slowly slid into her ass. "Oh, fuck me, baby! You feel so fucking good!" I slid out just as slowly until just the head was in her. "Tell me what you ...