Nicole and Her Businessman, Finale - Sex Stories

Nicole and Her Businessman, Finale

... sort of way, had grabbed him by his left shoulder and forced him to turn toward her. She quickly leaned down and her heavily lipsticked mouth found his and pushed into him. He tried to back away but his hands were both caught up with me, and he had very little maneuvering room. He twisted his head sharply and said, "What the fuck are you doing here, Alexa? Nothing exciting happening at the local bars, so you thought you'd wandered in here?" She laughed and drained the glass she was holding. Throwing it down on the table with ice spilling out on the table cloth she said, "Watch out, Miss New Nikki Chicky. He'll fuck you until he gets tired and then you can join me at those local bars to get drunk and fucked by total strangers." Wilson stood up abruptly, grabbed her arm and started dragging her to the closest exit door. “Alexa, get the hell out of here. I never wanted to see you again, remember? Just another gold-digging bitch in fine clothes...” She didn't resist and, in fact, she looked over her shoulder and shouted back at me, "I guess he wants one of my famous blowjobs. He's had enough of them. Ask him, honey? I can teach you what he likes. He has very refined tastes." Wilson turned her around and slapped her face, hard, and reaching the doors he thrust her through them and followed her. “Shut your filthy mouth, Alexa! You're not worthy to breathe the same air with her. Get through the door.” "Don't listen to her Nikki." I looked up with tears in my eyes and saw Shakira. ...

... She leaned down and said quietly, "He's been around, Nikki. I know he told you that things hadn't gone well for him with women. Alexa is one of them, and when she's drunk she gets very vengeful. He will tell you himself, but I will just say this, he loves you, girl, more than life itself." "How do you know? Do you sleep with him to keep score, you and your lesbian lover? Do you fuck his latest conquest too and keep score with your lesbian lover? Is that what the tongue-in-my-mouth routine was with me last night?” I was crying now, feeling very sick to my stomach. All the drinks were boiling in my gut and threatened to come up. I grabbed my bag and started for the door. Shakira grabbed my arm, "Don't, Nikki, he can explain this. She shouldn't have even been here. She wasn't on the list and got in as a guest with someone whom Wilson is going to pummel when he finds out." "Why couldn't he tell me the sordid details? Why you and that drunken slut? If I marry him will you be with us on our honeymoon? Then you can guide me on what he likes and what he doesn't? I can't take this kind of abuse," I said as I hurried to the door. I had no money and couldn't call a cab. I didn't know how to contact Mason with the car. I aimlessly walked the halls and finally came to an alcove with a few chairs, some end tables, and a small TV set. No one was there. I sat down and started sobbing. It didn't take long to transition into hysterical crying. I must have been there for over thirty minutes when ...