The Immortal, Volume 2
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 80
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 80 - Volume 2 is a compendium of the next thirty-eight chapters of Jim’s saga. As his relationship with Mandy deepens, the hints of her troubled marriage cause him to question their future, his motivation, and hers. Is he also a monster, corrupting her? And when others become involved in their shared world, Mandy’s innate talents are revealed. (Warning: Jim predates nifty little modern sexuality tags; if it's pleasurable or called for, he will do it.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BDSM Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Water Sports
The next day was Monday. With Mandy and Charles on the road to retrieve Susan from college, I nursed a third cup of coffee. While working through a stack of team reports, my thoughts wandered. And a smile spread over the rim of my mug. It wouldn’t leave, as more memories kept flowing into me.
By the time she’d staggered from my home the previous afternoon—well after our normal brunch should’ve ended—Mandy had been quite clear. Whatever else happened in my life, she needed me in hers. While continuing to push her boundaries, she expected me to remain a constant. Proof arrived twice.
First, as her sleek figure had slipped from my hands to lie panting on the crumpled sheets, my phone had chirped. It was Cinder. With the impish minx gnawing on my shoulder, we both read the message.
Please, master. Could we meet?
“Hmm, whatcha gonna do”—she giggled while running a fist along my tacky softening shaft—”sexy master?”
“Well.” I smacked my lips while rereading the text. “I should—”
“Yes.” Eyes blazing, she nipped at my chest. “You should.”
“You sure?”
“Jim”—she exhaled and raked her shaky nails over my ribs—”I’m okay, really. I get it—she needs you. Take care of her.”
“Sounds like you’re getting soft on—”
“That icy bitch has a wonderful tongue.” Another of those cute giggles escaped her. “Hmm, almost as long as Erin’s.” With a moan, she surged upwards to find my mouth with hers.
The second piece of evidence that we’d solidified as a couple to be reckoned with arrived later. Night had fallen and as I lay alone in bed, missing her and knowing she was about to leave with her husband the next day, my heart wouldn’t slow. At its quiet chirp, I picked up my phone. And gasped as the video came alive.
It was Mandy—my sexy Mandy. Amid a sea of snowy bubbles. Tanned legs wide, planted atop the porcelain sides of her deep tub, she was smiling. She’d been mistaken; faint red stripes marked the skin of her chest as she lifted from the sudsy foam.
“Baby,” she whispered as her free hand swept through the frothy lather between both outstretched limbs. “I love you so much.”
“Love you, too, Mandy.” I sighed as she eased her hips higher to display her soapy, battered petals. “Have a safe trip.”
“Gonna miss me”—she glided a shiny nail along her glittery seam and giggled—”while you’re fucking that icy bitch?”
“Yeah.” I nodded as my heart hammered in my chest. “Yes, I will, Man—”
“Nuh-uh.” She bit into her lower lip as the finger pierced her folds with a quiet squelch. “Mmm, I’m your naughty little slut, Jim. So obedient. So needy. So—”
“Mine,” I whispered as the soapy digit sank to her knuckle.
“Um-hmm, baby.” She whimpered as the finger reappeared. “All yours.”
At the memory, I shuddered behind my desk before looking out at the cloudy morning. But that had been enough to steel me. No matter what I’d ever be to any other partner, I was secure with Mandy. And she was safe beside me. With a sigh, I lifted my phone.
“Time to torment Cinder,” I muttered while perusing the cascade of texts she’d sent since the previous night.
When I got to the last one, sent only fifteen minutes earlier, I cocked my head. After again noting the time, I tightened my brow and reread the message.
Master, I’m so horny. Please.
Why was I so curious? Because she was at work. That growl began deep in my chest and, with a grin spreading across my face, I typed.
Show me, slave.
When, less than thirty seconds later, the phone chirped, I laughed. Then chewed my lips as the picture arrived. Snowy lace panties shoved aside, and a gray knit skirt crumpled almost to her waist. Pink fleshy folds spread wide by shiny fingertips, they glistened in the flash under a table or desk.
You have such a beautiful pussy, slave.
Thank you, master.
Although I hadn’t a plan, one started to form. As usual, I wanted her riding the edge to have maximum impact. With a chuckle, I stood to refill my coffee. Once back at the desk, I focused—or tried to—on checking various team documents. However, she knew I was playing with her; she hadn’t responded since.
“Oh, yes, I’m gonna play with you,” I murmured while scanning the photo over the rim. Caffeinated steam swirled around my nostrils.
At last, I lowered the empty mug and twisted, cracking my shoulder ligaments. After a slow exhale, I smiled while lifting the phone.
You know why I like that beautiful pussy, slave?
A laugh left me when her reply arrived in less than a second.
No. Why, master?
It’s so warm. And soft. The feeling of its velvet walls, so hungry, gripping each thick ridge of my iron-hard cock. Can you feel it right now, whore?
Yes.
As I reread her response, my eyebrow lifted. It wasn’t like her to forget to add “master.” So, she was distracted.
In a meeting, slave?
Yes.
So, me telling you how wonderful your gorgeous naked body feels grinding against me as my cock’s full throbbing length snakes into that beautiful pussy wouldn’t be appropriate?
Yes, I’d been chortling while typing. It was several minutes before the reply arrived.
God, you’re an evil man, master.
“Evil?” I murmured.
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