Ripped

Elizabeth is at the peak of her career. At only 30 she was just recently promoted to branch manager of
one of Citibank’s busiest branches in Dallas. Everything is going well for her. She is financially independent,
healthy, young, and attractive. She just recently broke up with her boy- friend, she knew that dozens of men were more than willing to take his place. Her b-cup breasts did not attract that much attention, but the rest of her body did. She is 5’6″, with long blonde hair and petite with a nicely proportioned slender body. At the gym and at work people can’t take their eyes off her long shapely thighs and calves.

I sit on the board of directors of the bank and the CEO is a good friend of mine. Elizabeth’s promotion was because of my recommendation. The district manager and I went to the bank and I was introduced to Elizabeth. I congradulated her on the promotion, I asked her out to celebrate. I seemed different. I seemed . . .darker. I started normally, with my usual casual demeanor. When I picked her up, I was dressed immaculately. My black suit is professionally pressed, with a matching vest and a high spread collared white shirt and baby blue tie. My movements are smooth, almost practiced as I opened the car door, maneuvered it across town to the restaurant. My conversations begin casual, but increase in intensity. As they sat at the table, one across from the other, I would ask pointed questions, each one leading to the next.

It wasn’t until I’m paying the check that she notices the look that had taken over my face. It started with my eyes, growing a little darker and beginning to cloud over. The darkness begins to spread away from my eyes, moving over my face and covering my entire being. She is worried that my mood is going to get dangerous. She feels the innate urge to run. The instinctual response to danger, to flee and preserve life is something so deep within her psyche that she almost didn’t realize what it is until she feels it rise up within her. There, however is an unexplainable, albeit undeniable hesitance in her that she can’t overcome. Along with the sense of danger that is welling up within her, my darkening demeanor is also sending a surge of excitement through her. She has never seen this side of me. As she climbs into the car, she caught a glimpse of my eyes, deep wells that seemed to peer directly into her soul. It is then that she realized. It had just started.

When the car pulled up to my home, she made note of the fact that I’m obviously wealthy more than I had let on. The home is very expansive, every room seems to go one for longer than it should. I sat her on a stool and navigated my way around the bar, shedding the jacket, vest, and tie along the way. As I stood behind the bar, I begin pouring two shots of expensive whiskey. She hates whiskey, but for some reason she wants it more than anything. My shirt sleeves are pulled up, revealing a tattoo on my forearm that she has never noticed. My top buttons are unbuttoned, giving way to a hairy chest and tanned skin. She is deeply aroused at the transformation from chivalrous courter to mysterious bartender. She feels the electricity shoot through her as she downs the drink. Just as she put the glass to the bar, she watches in slow motion as I leap over the bar.

I grab her by the waist lifting her up unto the bar. My lips found hers with a need and intensity that she has never felt before. She let the feeling claw its way through her as she wraps her arms around my neck. She starts to grab for my shirt but I stop her. I slide the hem of her dress up to her stomach, revealing her flat stomach and the red lace of her panties. I slide them down past her knees and off of her ankles. She isn’t sure why, but her body is doing more than usual. She feels the moisture not just build, but it begins to drip down her leg. She feels my breath as I hover above her waiting clitoris. Just when she didn’t think she can wait any longer, I drop my mouth into her. She arches her back as my tongue probes around her clit. I start with slow circles around her, then probe in and out of her pussy, reaching farther than she thought possible. She runs her fingers through my hair as I slide one finger into her, and play my tongue across her clit again. Then two fingers. Three. Inside, out. I sped up, flicking my tongue and fucking her with my fingers. She feels it welling up inside her as I keep going faster, finally, she explodes.

She relaxes on the bar, thinking I had just done more for her then her ex boyfriend. Then I lift her off the bar. I hold her in my arms then we walked up the stairs. The bedroom is even larger, but somehow she feels close to me. She turned and found me standing practically on top of her. I pulled her to me and started kissing her wildly. She stood there for several seconds and didn’t resist. I roughly push her thin shirt up over her breasts and in an instant I had unsnapped the front of her bra. As she feels my fingers brush her bare nipples she broke the kiss. ” No! Stop!” She whispered fiercely to me. I paid her no mind and simply start kissing her neck instead of her lips. My hands kneading her breasts and she feels her nipples stiffening at my touch. She reaches up with her hands and pushes me away. She had to push really hard. ” What is your problem?” I demanded. I seem pissed. ” I told you to stop.” She glares at me.

I roll my eyes. ” Hard to get, huh? I’m the reason you got promoted. I know you want it.” ” I’m leaving.” She told me. Elizabeth turned and started towards the door. I grab her from behind. I push her down onto the bed and grasped the hem of her skirt. I yank it off in an instant. She sees the look in my eyes and she feels the power in my arms. Elizabeth knows I’m going to fuck her and she is powerless to stop me. What the hell has she gotten into? Elizabeth is scared and thinking fast as I toss her skirt on the floor. I reach for the waistband of her panties. Elizabeth aims a vicious kick at my head.