A downright cheap whore!
A bitch!
The persistent echoes of her friends' words reverberated in her mind, creatinga clamor of conflicting thoughts as she attempted to concentrate on her daily tasks, each keystroke on her keyboard seemed to echo the doubts that clouded her mind.
However, concentrating was proving to be a challenge, especially considering the impending night's rendezvous for another round of sex.
Should she muster the courage to call him and sever the forbidden connection that bound them?
Leaning wearily against her chair, she pondered the repercussions of terminating their sexual affair. A tempest of thoughts swirled in her mind, questions like, 'Will ending it jeopardize my job?' and 'Why am I so nervous about something going wrong?'
As the hours ticked away, the inevitability of their meeting drew nearer. With a sigh that mirrored the turmoil within her, she resolved that when they met later, she would summon the strength to confront him and attempt to bring an end to it because the idea of her being a wicked soul was never her plan in life.
The workday eventually reached its conclusion, and Liv found herself standing before her front door at home. Her heart raced with anticipation and unease as she gripped the handle, the internal conflict of desires and fears continuing to plague her thoughts.
She hurriedly stepped into the bathroom, anticipation coursing through her as she prepared to change into fresh attire for the impending visit to his apartment. After a lengthy, trembling breath, she left her abode and reached the hotel where he was staying. Knocking on his door, she steeled herself for the inevitable confrontation.
As the door swung open, Arthur greeted her with a sly smile, ushering her inside before closing the door behind her. Observing the intensity in her demeanor, he inquired, "Is everything alright?"
Facing him, Liv gathered the courage to ask, "If I chose to end this, would you terminate my employment?"
Arthur's eyes narrowed as he contemplated her query. With a measured sigh, he conceded, "I would…" Closing the distance between them, he reached for her chin, his touch both possessive and reassuring. "But we're not ending this, so don't entertain thoughts of me letting you go."
Liv found herself ensnared by the intensity of his gaze, a tangible reminder of the consequences she risked should she choose to sever the illicit connection between them.
In all honesty, she found herself unable to deny the burning desire for his rigid member thrusting vigorously into her wet, craving pussy. Despite her determined effort to rein in that longing, she acknowledged that if, by some stroke of fortune, she managed to bring an end to their entanglement, she could revert to self-pleasure or seek solace in the arms of a random guy willing to fuck her in the direst of circumstances.
In that very instance, the concept of retaining any shreds of dignity seemed far-fetched at best.
"Now, since you're not particularly fond of feeling welcome in my abode, how about we dispense with the pleasantries and head straight to my room? No more chatter about calling it quits, do we have an understanding?" he cautioned, his tone carrying a mixture of authority and desire.
Liv, left with little choice, reluctantly nodded in submission. However, as she began to turn away, his hand snaked out, seizing hers in a firm grip. A startled gasp escaped her lips as her breasts pressed against his chest, widening her eyes in astonishment.
"What is it?" she inquired, seeking an explanation for his sudden maneuver.
Instead of responding verbally, he proposed an alternative with a wicked smirk. "Rather than heading to my room, let's spice things up right here in my living room. Wouldn't that be a delightful change of scenery?" The mischievous glint in his eyes hinted at the uncharted territories of pleasure awaiting exploration.
Liv glanced around, realizing the various spots where he could indulge their desires – the couch, the dining table, the walls, even the very floor beneath them. Arthur, it seemed, was keen on imbuing creativity into their intimate escapades.
"Come on, indulge me," he urged, his tone laced with desire. "Strip down for me. I want to witness you in all your naked glory." With that directive hanging in the air, he captured her lips in a hungry kiss, a prelude to the unrestrained passion that awaited them.
As they eventually parted, she found herself succumbing to his request, shedding every layer until she stood completely exposed.
No sooner, they were both fully naked and his dick was already inside as they lay on the couch in a missionary position, thrusting back and forth with her moans in the air.
"Oh, my God," she moaned fervently, surrendering to the intoxicating pleasure of penetration, her vulnerability laid bare. It was an undeniable weakness, a facet of her desire she couldn't resist. "Oh, yeah, oh yeah, that's it," she kept moaning in ecstasy.
Arthur, attuned to her every response, seized her breasts with an appreciative groan, his hardened manhood plunging relentlessly into the sanctuary of her welcoming pussy, thrusting as hard and as deep as he could while loving the contorted expressions on her face. It was evident that she was thoroughly enjoying it.
After a while, he lifted her, his erect member still embedded within her, and he sat on the couch with her on top of him in a cowgirl position.
With her hands on the backrest, Liv initiated a rhythmic bounce on his pulsating shaft while he firmly grasped her buttocks, maintaining the deep penetration.
"Oh, fuck," Liv moaned with abandon, the exquisite collision of her wet pussy against his throbbing shaft sending shivers down her spine. The grinding motion intensified, each gyration a testament to the profound pleasure coursing through her. She was feeling him from every angle within her walls. "Feels so good," she sighed, intensifying her rhythmic movements. "Ahhh, so good!" she exclaimed, holding onto his neck.
And this wasn't something she could lose, at least not now.