The Immortal, Volume 2
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 81
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 81 - 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
When Cinder’s glossy pink lipstick peeled apart as she readied to greet me, I put a finger to my lips and walked around her desk. After lifting her from the chair, in a series of swift motions, I tugged the hem of the dress upwards and yanked down her panties.
With only a swift look at the door, she moaned when I laid her backward on the chilly desktop. A much hungrier sound—more of a warbling moan—left her as I spread and lifted both shaking legs. At last, I scanned her leaking seam beneath that shimmery patch of fine white-blonde hairs.
“Yep, it’s a beautiful pussy, slave.”
“Um, thank you, master.”
When I yanked open my zipper and pulled out my aching mast, at first, her arms twisted outwards, seeking the edges. But I gripped her wrists and brought her hands to my shaft.
“This what you want?”
“Yes, master.” And she added before I could tease her more, “Your cock. Inside me.”
“Hmm, good job. Guide me in, whore.”
After a shaky lick of her lips, she tightened both fists. When she drew my cockhead into her outer petals, another of those strange, mewling groans left her. But instead of letting her pull more of me into her, I eased my hips back and forth. The quiet squelching of my fat rim gliding into and out of her clutching tight gate matched her heavy breaths.
“Missed you, slave,” I muttered as my hands found her wool-covered ribs.
“Oh, God.” Her breathing hitched when I sank another inch into her spreading walls. “Mmm, I missed you so much, master.”
When I increased the depth and speed of my strokes, she moaned louder, lifting her hands to crush and squeeze her boobs trapped inside the dress. But she froze as I leaned, bending her legs against my chest. With one hand holding them tight to me, I ran my free fingers around the thick wax of freshly-applied lipstick. As she chased them with the glistening tip of her tongue, those green pools glowed.
“M-Master?” she muttered between exhales.
“Yes, slave.”
“I ... Um, thank you.” She arched, moaning, as I pushed my tip into the very top of her canal. “Mmm, God. Um, for, uh, the...”
“Like getting fucked in public, huh?”
“Y-Yes, master.” She nodded while chewing her shaky lips.
“Well, that hot little receptionist, Monique”—I shot a glance at the door—”said you have a meeting in fifteen minutes. That was about five minutes ago. So, you’re about to get fucked in public again.”
As those vivid emerald pools flashed, her slippery insides clamped so hard, air hissed from me. But even as she tensed, I continued the languid glide of my cock through her squeezing flesh. After gasping when I slid a desk phone closer, she gulped, and her eyes grew white-rimmed when I tapped the intercom and receptionist buttons.
“Mrs. Rivas?”
Right as Monique’s voice erupted from the speaker, I gave the squirming blonde quicker strokes. As she struggled for air, her nails crushed the wool over her sharp-tipped tits. Teeth deep in her lower lip, she was swallowing a moan as the quiet slapping of our bodies intensified.
“M-Monique,” flew from her at last. “Oh, um.” She twisted as my hands skimmed upwards to join hers on her heaving chest. “Oh, uh, pl-please, hold my meeting. Um, just for ... Oh, God, I’ll let you know, um, when to—”
After ripping a hand free, she slammed a finger onto the mute button. With every muscle in her body shaking, she stared up at me with pleading eyes.
“Not yet, slave.” I shook my head.
After a curt nod, she smacked the button again. With a rapid gulp, she cleared her throat.
“Just hold them outside,” she hissed before once more twisting when I buried my knob into the fleshy top of her cock-crushing canal. “Um, until I call, M-Monique.”
“Okay. Mrs.—”
With a muffled cry, she mashed the call disconnect switch while writhing. Neck and jaw muscles pulsing, she struggled to control the impending detonation. When her hands tore from her chest to grip my arms, I grinned down into her reddened cheeks and smiled.
Right on cue, my balls tightened. After leaning, I placed a kiss on her forehead. When she blinked at me, I thrust deep.
“Come.”
One simple word morphed her into her namesake. She ignited into a frenzy of chaotic convulsions. With her twisting body slamming between me and the desktop, those eyes blazed.
And damn if something deep inside me didn’t burst into flames as well. As the growl released far within me, I dropped my lips to hers. Just in time to absorb her screams as those sharp nails gouged my suit sleeves. In sync with each muffled cry, I grunted, as my rod sent a flood of pulsing seed deep into her clenching walls.
At long last, I pulled away from her right as my cockhead oozed from her still-clenching insides. But she surged to clamp her teeth on my lower lip. Those eyes bloomed into the deepest, shiniest shade of green to absorb my soul.
“M-Master?” she whispered after releasing my mouth.
“Yes, slave.” I straightened.
“Um, I ... Never mind, master.”
Was that one more chance to pursue her sudden silence? Sure it was. But with seconds ticking ever onwards, I let it be. A mistake? Well, time would tell. Besides, as I took another step, she rolled from the desk to slide my sloppy tip into her velvet mouth. So, I was done thinking about anything but her delicate, warm lips and gentle hands as she cleaned me.