Short stories revolving around a shy woman and hotheaded man.

“Your number, what is it?” Asked Hiro as he readjusts his tie and fastens a cuff-link together.

“None of your business.” Lucille smiled sickeningly sweetly as she slid her damp panties back on with a gross shiver. It was either this or risk going commando on the train. She watched a flicker akin to anger in his eyes as his brows furrowed.

“Don’t play with me, Lucille Valentine. Give me your number.” She was caught aback by the edge in his voice but stood her ground.

“I most certainly will not.” She could feel her heart stammering in her chest and heat rise to her hairline at her boldness. Why she’s never been this saucy with a man!

“Why won’t you give it to me?” His tone shifted.

“Because when you call for me, it will not be for business or friendship, and I am not your personal….bed warmer.” The word rolled off her tongue in repulse as she spat it out.

“You mean whore.” She cringed further at his choice for words.

“Bed warmer is more appropriate, or intimate dancer. The last thing I would ever want to be is some…whore.”

“Then what you would like this arrangement of ours to be called?”

Lucy hummed for a moment before speaking. “This isn’t some arrangement… but if it was, I would call it a friendship of some kind, of course. Something other than this- um- wham, bam, thank you, ma’am!”

“Lucy, our relationship was founded on the grounds of lust, it will be too late to conjure any ‘friendship’ from it. What if we were not meant to intertwine in that level?” His words caused her to look away thoughtfully. He was right. They actually had something interesting going on with their cat-and-mouse game and truthfully, neither was ready to break it off so early in their explorations of one another. Lucille finally raised her eyes to look at Hiro’s handsome face and turned away.

“I should be going now.” As she moved to step, she was promptly stopped by something grabbing her wrist.

“Wait,” Hiro said suddenly. “Don’t feel like you’re some common whore. You are more than that Lucille and it didn’t take me much to see that. Why don’t you have dinner with me tonight and we can discuss this arrangement further.”

Lucy wanted to sigh. She contemplated letting this go on, but she continued to tell herself that she wasn’t some plaything for his consumption. Lucy rolled her eyes and turned back around.

On the other hand.

It wasn’t like he was using her if she was using him for the same passion. She needed her bed warmed as much as he needed he and perhaps this can be beneficial for the both of them. Besides, he was exceptionally handsome and he wasn’t some scrub talking to her from the corner of the block. He had his own business, his own home, and was able to wine and dine her with the utmost best money could buy. In the back of her head, her mother’s voice was loudly bellowing her happiness for her daughter’s success in bagging someone out of her league, but Lucille vehemently quelled that noise and urged herself to be her success in her own league.

“Fine, I’ll go out to dinner with you, but, on one condition: you treat me to dessert.”

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After they sat down, they spoke about the possibility of their arrangement. Hiro offered cash in exchange for their encounters on a monthly basis, an arrangement akin to being a sugar daddy and baby, but Lucy denied that arrangement. She didn’t want to feel like some paid-for whore. Instead, she offered for them to have a meaningful sexual relationship that one another is able to cut off whenever the other party wants without repercussions. Hiro agreed, delightfully surprised she turned down the monetary gain from bedding with him.

After dinner, Hiro walked Lucy to their valet car and helped her in. Lucille, being cautious, didnt want Hiro to know where she lived just yet, so they drove to his penthouse where they made their way upstairs. Lucille dropped her purse on his dresser and felt his arms wrap around her waist. She turned in his embrace and allowed him to lead her down on his bed.

Hiro placed his large, warm hands on her milk chocolate thighs and hiked her dress up above her hips and revealed her dark blue panties underneath. She watched him carefully as he undid his trousers and opened her legs wide in anticipation.

“No warm up?” She asked playfully.

“This is not for me this time, this all you Lucille,” with that, he slipped her panties down her tanned legs and off her heels. He revealed her clean shaven snatch with only a simple landing strip. Lucille leaned back onto her elbows to give him a better view and he took in the sweet scent of her womanly musk and gave her flower a good starting lick.

Lucille’s knees shook slightly at the sudden hot slick of saliva. He parted her lips and found her pearl hiding beneath its fleshy hood. The tip of his tongue traced the circumference of the tiny pearl before flicking it a few times. He hears Lucille take in a sharp breath before groaning in pleasure from above. She lifted her legs to plant her heels in his sheets.

He takes two fingers and sheathes them inside her, getting her ready whilst latching on her clit and sucking it in abandon. Lucille withered under his pleasure and grabbed a fistful of his silky locks. Her groans graduated into full blown moans as she voiced her pleasure from above.

Lucy bit her lip while lolling her head back. She hastily untucked her top and lifted it above her bosom. She took her fingers and licked the tips before reaching within her left bra and lubricated her sensitive nub. Her fingers rubbed, squeeze, and rolled her hardening nubs, sending pleasure signals through her body, especially the southern part that was currently being tended to.

With one hand, two fingers deep inside her, Hiro twisted them and thrusted. He takes his free hand and pulls his member free from his boxers and begins to stroke his hardened shaft. He wasnt going to penetrate her, he promised to give her dessert even if it meant he couldn’t get a piece of the sweetness she held mere inches away from him. He continued to stroke himself as he fantasized about the tightness around his fingers being around his dick. He needed her and every inch of her right now.

Lucy’s body threatened to erupt in any moment as he sucked her clit as if he was a Hoover vacuum. Her walls wavered around his fingers that thrusted in and out. She felt his fingers untwist as he poised a third one at her entrance. He slid the third one in with some tight resistance. He groaned at the torture he was putting himself through. His chin was beginning to drip with her essence touching close to her entrance. He was beginning to come close to cumming.

“Hiro, please, I need more~.” She moaned but to no avail. He was going to do this without his dick, lest he loses control and cums deep inside her. The last thing he wanted on his mind was a kid they weren’t ready for.

But damn, it was oh so tempting…he wondered how the child would potentially look like. Should he risk it all?

Oh so damn tempting!

He felt himself be the first to come. The pressure had built so intense in his loins, his breath grew ragged and he began to flick her clit with more vigor, causing Lucy to raise her hips off the bed. Hiro felt a hot liquid coat his chin and drip down his wrist. He raised a brow in amusement.

His little Lucy was a squirter.

She let out a loud string of profanity as she arched her back and lifted her hips. She usually held back her water works but it felt so needed to release that built pressure he caused from constantly stroking her G spot so amazingly. Hiro stood up and threw his head back as his hot stream of seed sprayed onto her crotch and belly.

He released a sigh of relief that came after unloading. He looked down at his vixen, who caused a puddle at the edge of his bed and dampen both their clothes and bedsheets. Lucy gave Hiro one last look before throwing her head back, absently rubbing her sensitive clit and groaning tiredly.

Hiro beckoned her to stand up despite her jello legs. “Why?” She asked.

“Come take a shower,”

She reluctantly rose to follow him into his giant bathroom where his toilet, sink, shower and tub were in their own seperate rooms. Lucy was too tired to marvel as she began to undress and drop her soiled clothes and work heels at the door. Hiro, who had also stripped, ushered her to the corner of the room to the open shower room.

He flipped on a switch and a spotlight illuminated the ceiling shower cascade. With a swipe of a finger against his finger pad, the shower turned on and Lucy walked under the spray. Hiro joined her instantly and roamed his finger down her moist body. Suddenly, Lucy found herself holding onto the wall and looked back at Hiro.

“Its my time for desert,” was the only warning she got before her eyes fluttered to the back of her head and her fingers gripped against the faux stone wall. Hiro lifted her body flush against his and then back against the wall. He lifted her leg and positioned her toes into a soap holder carved in the wall and began to fuck her mercilessly.

The moan was initially lost in her throat, but with one particular thrust into her soul, she managed to let it out and allow the sound to bounce off the acoustics in a naughty symphony of sorts that Hiro was the conductor of.

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