Aiden's Challenge
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Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - It’s been over a year since the events of “Aiden Ascending” and no further attempts have been made to seize the ring from Aiden. They haven’t forgotten about it though and send a new minion to try once more. When his true father arrives to warn him, his world becomes far more complex. More powers are in play, and Aiden must protect those who love him while seeking a showdown.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Extra Sensory Perception Magic BDSM Spanking Harem Anal Sex Oral Sex
When melodious doorbell chimes echoed throughout the enormous apartment, Leah hopped to her feet. Once they’d been shoved into shiny black stilettos, with heels both tall and narrow, she checked herself in the mirror. Her heart thumped a little louder.
By design, heavier makeup. Glossy pink lips, smelling of bubblegum, and dark eyeshadow, plus hair in twisted pigtails tied with shiny pink ribbons. A blinding white crop hugged her chest, short enough to display cute pale swells below shadowed darker circles. After a quick adjustment, lifting the waistband, the hem of a black pleated micro-skirt offered sneaky peeks of the white cotton panties tight to her little rear.
“Mmm, perfect,” she murmured before dashing across the snowy broad tiles for the entrance as the chimes sounded once more.
Just before yanking on the handle, she drove her hands under the top to crush both tiny nipples. As luxurious pain blasted through her, tangling with already bubbling pleasure, she unleashed a whimper at the closed door. A sudden hitching breath from beyond it brought a smile to her face.
It widened when she yanked open the brushed steel portal. And she made damn sure to keep it in place while scanning the thick-jowled, reddening visage above a disheveled tie. As the heavy-set, bordering on obese, man inspected her figure, his eyes became saucers.
Yes, she’d done her homework. Simple enough really, after perusing his profile on an intriguing website. Technology had changed so many things.
Two other girls before her. Cute, also quite pliable, provided gifts had flowed. Both agreements had ended when they’d meandered off into greener pastures. Since then, nobody else in months.
For his part, he was beyond picky. But he could afford to be; the hungry girls-to-horny middle-aged men ratio was insane. It really wasn’t fair, but such is life. That simple equation, no technology would ever abrogate.
No matter. One such as her thrived on such challenges. Plus, she retained the support—borderline annoying oversight—of Treacle.
With beads of sweat glinting amid wispy, thinning hair on his forehead, the man’s gaze lingered on the tight, just-tortured nipples, prominent on the newer, tiny chest. She bit into her lower lip as his view lowered, roaming down a bare midriff to pause on the microscopic skirt. A single, gray-tinged dark eyebrow rose at her sleek toned legs, accentuated by the shiny black, nosebleed-inducing stilts.
“Hi Cam!” she yipped, leaning heavily into a naughty schoolgirl tone, and waved for him to enter. “Come in. This place is so wonderful. You’re too sweet. You really shouldn’t have.”
“Oh, you know...”
His voice faded as his gaze swept the brilliant white interior. Still smelling of the plastic they’d arrived in the day before, its sparse furnishings were all ultra-modern, utilitarian, yet comfortable. No fool, she enjoyed such simple pleasures when they peeked into her chaotic life.
Again, she’d done her homework. Cam Matherson was not just kinky; he worked as a real estate broker, quite a successful one. And this place, atop the most exclusive residential tower gracing downtown, provided an amazing view. As he stepped further inside, his heavy footfalls thumping on the tile, she eased the door closed.
“Mmm, baby. How can I ever repay you?” She flat-out purred, sliding under his arm and guiding him to the towering glass that lined an entire wall. Tipped by a pink fingernail, her digit pointed to a distant glimmering skyscraper—not the needle-like steel structure housing Aiden. “Is that your office over there?”
“Uh, yes.”
“Hmm.” When she pressed her lips to his ear, the man shuddered. “Think they can see us?”
“Um...” His voice faltered as she stepped away, lifting the top to bare both coral-tipped cones. “Oh, God.”
As the snowy material fluttered, flying to a couch, he gulped loud enough to bring a much wider smile to her face. Yep, so simple; already had him hooked. With the man shaking and his breath staggering, she kept her gaze locked on his white-rimmed eyes while sliding the skirt from one shifting slim hip, then the other, before letting it slither down her legs.
“Better?” she said, tossing the skirt to the crumpled top.
“Uh, yes,” he muttered, fists balled at his sides. “My God, you’re so beautiful.”
“Really? You think so?”
“Mm-hmm.”
In mid-nod, he froze, and his eyes grew wider when she walked nearer, gnawing on waxy lipstick. At the slide of those hot-pink nails over the obvious bulge in his trousers, he shuddered. As they continued to rake, she leaned closer.
“Know what else I am, Cam?”
“Um, no.”
“Horny,” she whispered, puffing the single word into his shaking lips.
The sound of his zipper parting brought a groan from him, and when heated flesh filled her palm, she glanced downward to find an angry deep-pink dome. A shiny globule already hovered in its slit. No Treacle, but it looked a little larger than the dick-picks she’d convinced him to send. None of the other girls seeking his “company” had asked for them. He’d been both surprised and more than happy to comply.
When she took a step backward and bent at the waist, he unleashed another groan. It deepened as she gave the hot, taut skin a swirling lick. In her gliding fist, his wand thumped as she placed a soft kiss on its drooling tip. Not much flavor to the tiny droplet, but delightful nonetheless.
“Yummy,” she murmured before winding the last of the stretchy trail into her lips with her tongue.
After flashing him a smile, she slurped hard on the end of his rod. That pulled a much louder groan from him, but he said nothing as she grabbed each of his hands in turn, placing them on her pigtails. Again, she found his wide-eyed stare.
“Daddy, please fuck my pretty face.”
When she glanced out the window, his gaze followed, finding his office building. After tightening his chubby fingers, he did just that, driving her by the two bands of hair along his dick. It wasn’t nearly as great a distance as Treacle’s unholy appendage could race, and she easily sucked in bubbly air between rapid pumps of the heated, slender rod.
In full view of the city, with her nails clawing his hefty ass, it didn’t take long for him to shudder. With a shaky, uneven drag, he drew her face to his open zipper. As his curly hairs tickled her nose, a musky scent and the aroma of an expensive masculine soap flooded her nostrils. Almost hypnotic, gentle pulses sent warmth into her throat, then surged into her belly.
When he loosened his grip, she slid her mouth from his softening dick and found his eyes. As she held them, her tongue washed, cleaning every millimeter before tucking him away and standing. After a quick shake of the pigtails to reform them, she flashed him a wide smile.
“Enjoy that?” She giggled, licking her lips.
“Um, yes ... wow,” he muttered, his gaze flicking between her smiling visage and the shiny nails tugging his zipper closed.
“Good.”