Accepting Multiple Sessions

Courtney is 25 never married, petite slender body, small firm breasts, and long black hair. She is my temporary personal assistant, she lives with me and travels with me. She never realized that she was required to submit to me sexual. As my personal assistant she is required to attend social events and business dinners. Dinner was pleasant and uneventful. Courtney excused herself around eight o’clock and as she stood, I pulled her chair out. She can feel my eyes on her. Glancing up our eyes met for a moment before I looked away and she turned and made her way upstairs. I and the men adjourned to my library to discuss more business matters and enjoy a last brandy. It is after eleven o’clock when I came into the bedroom and turned on the overhead light flooding the room with its harshness. ” John, what are you doing, why did you turn the light on?” She asked sleepily.

I got into bed rolling her onto her back. I unlaced the ribbons on the bodice of her nightgown and roughly pulled it up and over her head tossing it onto the floor. Courtney tried to cover herself only to have me push her hands away leaving her breasts exposed. Then I begin fondling her breasts, she looked down and watched, fascinated as the color of her nipples slowly changed from dark pink to almost brown with her increasing arousal. Courtney is ashamed of her body’s easy betrayal. My hands move from her breasts, down her belly, and found her slit. I begin a slow sensual glide from her pussy upward to her clit and then downward retracing my path. Up and down, sometimes pausing and inserting two, three of my fat fingers inside her tight wet pussy, making her moan and whimper as I stroked in and out of her pussy.
I teased her with my wet sticky cock head before I slide into her waiting pussy. Her body resisted at first, still not wanting to succumb to me but, with my rhythmic insistence, her pussy relaxed and opened for my entry contracting around my thick girth. Her body jerking with each thrust and her mind and heart are flooded with remembrances of stories about me. I held both of her arms above her head, pinned against the bed, and brought her to the edge of heaven with slow, deep strokes…but I did not let her cum. As her breathing slowed, with one final hard thrust, I erupted deep inside her leaving her still aroused but unsatisfied. I rolled off her and left the bedroom.

In the morning Courtney sitting in the dressing room wrapped in her own thoughts, I sat down next to her, my hand absently caressing the inside of her thigh, every now and then inching upward to pause between her legs. Just my touch sent chills of excitement through her. She went into the bedroom, took off her robe to put on her clothes. She had unpinned her hair and was about to start brushing it when I came into the room. I stood watching her, a shot of brandy in my hand. Finishing my drink, I backed her against the wall and kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I slide my hand down between her legs and begin fingering her, rubbing her clit and ass. ” John, wait, wait, you don’t need to be so rough.” ” I can’t wait, Courtney, I need you,” I said, my voice hoarse and filled with lust. By my actions, it is obvious that all I wanted to do is get my cock inside her. Placing my hands under her ass cheeks, I picked her up so her hips were level with mine, and her legs wrapped around my waist. Sliding my engorged cock between her thighs, the friction of my cock head against her hard aching clit is mesmerizing. The pressure of my long thick shaft sliding along the length of her moist slit sent hot waves through her. She closed her eyes and let her head fall forward onto my shoulder.

I effortlessly pulled a soft comforting orgasm from her, as her hips swayed seductively against me wanting more, I glided myself inside her. My cock feels warm and slippery and she gasps with the sensation of being filled and pushed her hips against me harder. We fell into a familiar in and out rhythm, her excitement growing with each thrust. Holding her tight to me my cock inside her wet pussy, I impaled her with deep thrusts until she feels another orgasm, just on the verge of erupting. ” Did your boyfriend fuck you like this?” I said into her ear. ” W-what?” She stammered ” Did you let your boyfriend fuck you like this?” I asked again, this time with barely concealed anger. ” How big was it, Courtney? Did you like it?” She can’t quite describe it, but with each question, she feels my cock throbbing and jerking inside her. ” Did your boyfriend make you whine and call his name, the way you do with me?” ” You disgust me. Put me down. PUT ME DOWN!” Courtney screamed.

When I didn’t, she begins to struggle in my arms. I turned, walked to the bed and we fell as one onto the bed, I’m on top, still inside her. I push myself further inside her. With one hand, holding her wrists together I pinned them above her head. Thrashing around, trying to break my hold, after several minutes she stopped moving, tired, tears running down the side of her face, she lay exhausted. ” I’m not one of your whores John…don’t ever talk to me like that again,” Courtney said shakily. ” Or what Courtney? What will you do?” I said sarcastically, as I rolled off her. Silently daring her to challenge me, I took my hand and crudely cupped it between her legs, ” This belongs to me, Courtney, whenever, wherever, however I want it. Do you understand, Courtney?” She did not reply. ” Do you understand, Courtney?” I asked again, applying more pressure, my tone demanding a response. ” Yes, yes, I understand,” She said quietly. My control affirmed, I got up and off the bed. Coming back, I sat on the edge of the bed, intently watching her as she lay there.