Chapter 1: Introduction
I have been looking for Abby all night, she has her tits pushed up inside her tight Christmas sweater.
“You look hot” I tell her
“Thank you Markus, you don’t look bad yourself,” she says while giggling and taking a sip of champagne. “How about we dance?” she asks me. I couldn’t believe my luck…she wants to dance with me! I gladly accept her offer and she takes my hand, leading me towards the dance floor. As we begin to move, I can see her dress hugging her curves tightly. She smells like vanilla and her perfume intoxicates me. I pull her closer, our bodies pressed firmly against each other. I can feel her heart pounding through her blouse.
My cock hardens as it presses against her belly. We sway back and forth under the flashing colored lights. The music pulses through us, creating a hypnotic rhythm. Our eyes lock as we move together, lost in the moment.
Abigail leans in close, her breath warm on my neck. "Markus," she whispers seductively, "There's something I want to show you." Her voice sends chills down my spine. I follow her upstairs without hesitation, eager to discover what awaits me.
She leads me to a dimly lit room, with just a few scattered candles casting shadows across the walls. Abigail pushes the door open, revealing a luxurious bedroom filled with plush furnishings and a massive four-poster bed. It's a sight to behold, but I can't help but focus on Abby standing before me, her red lips parted slightly, her gaze burning into mine. My pulse quickens, and I know what's coming.
"Come here," she purrs softly, extending her fingers. I step closer, feeling her heat rise between us.
Her hands rest lightly on my shoulders, and I watch as she licks her lips, savoring the taste of me. "You know," she says softly, her voice barely more than a whisper, "I've wanted to do this for so long."
She looks at her watch “my husband will be home in 25 minutes” she says
as she locks the door behind us. I know that we only have a short time window, but it was enough for both of us.
"We don't have much time," Abigail says, her green eyes shining with excitement. I nod,
“The last guy I hooked up with just wanted me to suck his balls and jerk him off” she confides
“So what did you do?” I ask
her
“I sucked his balls and jerked him off of course,” she replies confidently. “I'm always ready to please my man."
I smile at her boldness, admiring her confidence.
"He told me to beg like a whore, and I did," she continues. "I begged him to treat me like a dirty slut, to use me however he wanted. He loved it, and so did I."
Her words send a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but imagine her in that moment, her eyes glazed over with lust, her mouth wrapped around his swollen member, her tongue darting out to lick his sensitive testicles. The image is both intoxicating and overwhelming, and I find myself growing harder with each passing second.
"Do you want me to treat you like a whore?" I ask her, my voice low and husky.
"Yes," she responds simply, her eyes locked onto mine. There's a hunger in her gaze, a desire that matches my own. She reaches out, gently cupping my cheek. "Make me yours," she whispers, her breath warm against my skin.
I pull my hard cock out and guide her hand to my dick. “How many tonight so far?” I ask her
“Oh, three,” she says casually, “but there’s still plenty of time left.”
I stare at her in disbelief before chuckling softly. “Three, huh?” I say, shaking my head. “That’s quite impressive.”
She shrugs nonchalantly, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “Well, I am the hostess with the mostest, after all.”
“You’re a whore, a dirty cheating whore”
I tease her
She laughs “Yes, I am and I love it. Now come here, I need to suck on your cock.”
With trembling hands, I undo my pants, freeing my throbbing erection. Abigail's eyes widen with lust as she gazes at my shaft, her mouth watering involuntarily. She kneels before me, her soft hands gripping my hips. Gently, she places her lips around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling around it sensuously.
I groan deeply, my hands tangled in her hair to guide her movements. Abigail takes my full length eagerly, her throat constricting around the base of my shaft. She pulls away just slightly, leaving a trail of saliva connecting us. Her hot breath dances across my erect penis, sending shivers down my spine.
"I want to feel you deep inside me," she moans, her pussy already dripping wet. I oblige, positioning myself between her legs. She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest.
With every movement, I can feel her stiff nipples poking through her thin shirt. Abigail's breathing quickens, her scent becoming stronger, arousing me even further. "Please," she whimpers, her eyes pleading. "I need you now."
Without hesitation, I slide my rock-hard cock into her wet slit. Abigail gasps, her body arching back in pleasure. I push deeper, thrusting faster, filling her with my passion. Each stroke brings me closer to the edge, my grip tightening around her waist.
Abigail's moans grow louder, her nails digging into my back. "Harder," she begs, her breath coming in ragged gasps. With renewed vigor, I pound into her, our bodies slapping together rhythmically. I glance down at her face, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream, and it fuels my desire even more.
As I continue to penetrate her, Abigail's hands reach up to unbutton her shirt, revealing her lacy bra and perky breasts.
I pause for a moment, admiring the beauty beneath me. But then, she reaches down and grabs my ass, pulling me closer, urging me to continue. I respond willingly, plunging deeper within her, savoring every sensation.
Our bodies become one, moving in perfect harmony. With each thrust, Abigail cries out in ecstasy, her fingernails digging into my back. I kiss her passionately, tasting the sweetness of her lips and the tanginess of her sweat. Her moans echo in the room, filling the air with an intoxicating energy.