Angie and Stewart met like many couples do. Their eyes stumbled across one another through a drunken haze, in a hot and steamy nightclub, when the lights were dim and the energy was weak at the end of the night. Friends had driveled down to just a few, and through the dim window a sparkling gem was desired.
Gradually people left and faded away as the night drew to a close, and that sparkling gem did appear in the form of a hot, sexy, alpha male; a master of the game, a man worthy of being submitted to. A man she would soon be inclined to do anything for. Or so that would be the story if Angie were to tell it.
Stewart laid his eyes on a hot smoking babe with a fuck me raw look on her face and couldn't believe his luck. That would be his rendition.
Either way, their sexual attraction had lasted a long while. The couple's relationship had progressed, but not in the typical boyfriend and girlfriend sense. Their keen and inspired minds had created a productive business relationship that fared them both well. They had developed a professional organizing company that specialized in setting up contests.
He ran everything, including her mind.
She gladly submitted to his every whim, in and out of the office.
Occasionally when Angie displeased him, Stewart would shut the door, lower the blinds, bend her over the desk and take care of her right there. He enjoyed watching her smooth, toned, skin inflame. Often, after every slap he would finger her aggressively and command her to beg to be fucked. At that point he would turn on the stereo in the office and order her to whisper. His large spacious office at the end of the wing offered plenty of privacy.
Angie took his punishments in stride, and enjoyed them, eagerly anticipating the end result. After stimulating her to the height of erotic need, he had a habit of licking her to an orgasmic blissful state.
Stewart had insisted on an open relationship and separate apartments. Angie happily agreed, as she did with every one of his ideas. He was her Master and being his faithful hot slut, was exactly what she lived for. She had a few boyfriends with talents in different ways that fulfilled her as well, so Angie was happy with the arrangement, and the path her life was taking.
The idea of formulating a company that handles the logistics of running a contest first came after hours of mind blowing sex. They would often lay back, entwine their bodies, laugh, talk, discuss and soak up each others positive energy. Soon the pair developed a business proposal.
Stewart with his charming, yet assertive persona was a natural born salesman. Angie had a sophisticated style, a sharp wit, and a humbling quality about her that appealed to people and made them want to do what she requested. Those qualities served their business well. They had been operating for five years now and were yielding a decent profit that left them both very comfortable. They were comfortable, but not extravagantly rich.
"I've got a busy weekend planned my sexy one," Stewart said coming up behind Angie and pressing his energy into her fine set of cheeks.
Angie felt his hardness and turned her head to look at her Master. Her bracelets jingled as she sexily curved her long, dark, hair around her face with a quick motion. Angie's hair hung beautifully around her heart shaped features and brilliantly blue, sparkling eyes. She radiated innocence. Looking into Angie's eyes always made Stewart hard.
Stewart closed the door to his office and swept away the files on his desk. The knowledge that outside the office, ten employees could potentially hear, or discover them pleasuring one another, accentuated the enjoyment.
Angie knew her Master's immediate needs were her top priority. Her ass was still tender from her last clerical mistake. She scurried up on the desk, raised her skirt and lowered her knickers and stockings.
Rather than approaching her from behind, after feasting his eyes on her full, round, buttocks, Stewart appeared on the other side of the desk.
"Crawl forward slut and open your throat, you're going to deep throat me," Stewart said as he watched his beautiful Angie inch her way forward toward to his cock.
He closed his eyes as her warm mouth surrounded his manhood. She teased and adored his manhood, like the wild vixen she was.
"Ohh babe, that feels so fucking good."
Stewart slid down Angie's throat repeatedly, going faster and faster. Just before he was about to go off he pulled out.
"Sit up for me, take off you dress, show me how hot you are."
Angie raised her dress over her head. Her breasts were full and stood proud.
"Touch yourself for me," whispered Stewart.
Angie ran her fingers over her gorgeous tits and down the crevice of her slender stomach to her hot spot. She circled her clit and moaned softly while Stewart watched.
Soon Stewart was behind her, and inside Angie, pumping her deeply as Angie circled her clit. He fucked her wild and fast. Stewart laid his hand on Angie's back as he pumped her with forceful thrusts, over and over again. With a buoyant eruption his sperm filled her pussy.
"Cum now slut," he whispered. He immediately felt her wet release around his throbbing cock.
The scent of sex permeating the room was replaced with the fragrant aroma of exotic scents as the couple washed each other off in the shower off the main office suite.
The sexy couple wished everyone in the office a good weekend and off they went to enjoy their respective weekends.
That evening when Angie arrived at home, she threw her keys down and let her mind wander. She thought about how Stewart was a thrilling lover. She considered how her interest in work had become weak and how her compulsion to travel and see the world had become strong.
One of her friends had told Angie about a cruise ship that traveled once around the world in a year. A traveler would be able to hook up with it at any port, thus allowing longer stays in different parts of the world. Both her and Stewart could take turns and each take six months off. One of the two of them would need to stay to make sure the business was running smoothly to be on top of things. A good chunk of cash would be needed though.
When Stewart arrived at the airport to pick up his Katcha, he was already hard. He thought about how she enjoyed sucking him off in the airport parking area. It was one of her favorite things to do. It was a good thing he had washed off Angie's scent. Katcha was such a hot nymph; she would be all over him in minutes.
Sure he enjoyed Angie. She had a sparkle of her own. He wouldn't trade in anything for his hot, little, innocent, tart that eagerly submitted to him at the office, but Katcha had talents that few women possessed.
Ah, Katcha. Thoughts of her enthusiastic blow jobs came to mind. Katcha was one of a kind and incredibly submissive to his every need. She looked like Cleopatra, but acted like a faithful servant. Her hair was dark, short, and sleek. Just like her body. When she entered a room she glided in, and moved elegantly.
Her tits were a decent size. Katcha liked to attract attention and often showed them off in short, low cut, dresses when they attended charity dances. It was something they enjoyed doing together when she flew in for the weekend. They graced the dance floor with style and always received appreciative glances.
The couple suited each other and they had fun together. Katcha enjoyed adventure, plus she enjoyed Stewart's devious need to fuck her in a semi private situation at each, and every party. Stewart put his hand on his cock and licked his lips, thinking about the sexual adventure ahead.
When she had packed, Katcha had carefully folded her cat suit, her french maids outfit, her jungle girl, and genie costumes, along with her newest addition, a policewoman's costume. She had each one especially designed for her by a friend, who was also a seamstress. Role playing was her passion. She rarely came out of character.
Stewart and Katcha's reunion was exuberant and his airport blow job was spectacular. While she prepared dinner and herself, Stewart ran a few errands.
When Stewart returned and let himself into his apartment, Katcha was kneeling on a mat on her knees beside the door. Her darkly accented eyes and sleek black cat suit with silvery flakes, sparkled and flashed at him as he entered the room. Stewart idly petted her hair.
Katcha purred softly. Stewart sat down and stirred his drink. He took a long swig and snapped his fingers. Katcha crawled sexily towards him, her sleek black one piece suit revealing her luscious curves. It was low cut and allowed her tits to just about spill out it with every movement. Katcha kneeled before her lover looking up at him quietly.
"You look gorgeous tonight Katcha. I bet you're wet. Put your hand on your pussy and rub hard for me. Make that fabric go inside you."
Katcha's breath came fast as she kneeled in front of his chair and started rubbing.
"Go faster."
"More!"
"Rub harder!"
"Cum for me!"
Before long Katcha purred her release and sat back down on her haunches. She curved her hands, licked them and rubbed her face. Katcha's painted on whiskers accented her exotic eyes.
