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It was well after 9PM on a Friday. It had been a very long day at work, but Alex wasn't so tired. Renee had been sending him texts and emails all day, each one more dirty than the last. He finally had to just ignore her messages, even the ones entitled "Please Sir, Fuck Me Now" and "im a moanin little whore 4 u." "She's such a dirty little slut," he thought, "but she's MY dirty little slut!"
Alex mused over his situation as he drove to Renee's apartment. She was almost a perfect lover. She was smart, intelligent, funny and beautiful. Alex could take her anywhere, and she'd fit right in. To dinner out with friends. To the symphony. To a pool hall. To a work function. To a hockey game. Even out with the boys as the only female. She knew when to be funny, when to be vivacious, when to be elegant, when to be quiet. Renee was definitely independent and had her own thoughts on almost any subject, but she was also confident enough in herself to just let things take place and go along with the flow. She could basically have fun everywhere.
And fun definitely included the bedroom. Renee knew how to be sexy, and what exactly turned him on. Once in the bedroom she was a living fantasy. She would do practically anything to get him off. Any position, any time, though her favorite did seem to be doggy, with a penchance for having her long brown hair pulled while here ass was being slapped... But she did not have one particular style that she adhered to. Sometimes romantic, sometimes raunchy, and everything in between. She could give a chaste BJ (perfect for when Alex was driving), or a full-on whore mode, whack it on the side of her face, slobbering deep throat that made her eyes water... Her walk-in closet was filled with lingerie and sex toys, from refined and classy to raunchy and perverted. An elegant chemise? Sure. Dress up as Little Red Riding Hood and play act? Anything to please. Dildos? No problem. Watch a porno while having sex? OK! Dress like a cheerleader for a halftime blowjob while watching the big game? Rah! Rah! Rah! Whatever Alex wanted, she was ready.
His last email response had been direct. If she wanted to be fucked tonight, she should do the following: Be ready for him when he came over after work. Leave her apartment door open. Have something quick to eat on the table, ready and waiting. And be in the bedroom, all wet and sexually primed. He wanted her in a little white crop top t-shirt, very short white micro-miniskirt and no underwear. She should play with herself once she heard the door open, get herself really dripping wet. Bent over the side of the bed, ready for sex. Don't expect foreplay, don't even expect a "hello". Just expect his hard tool ramming into her within seconds of seeing her. Alex knew she would do it, and he was hard just thinking about it.
He pulled his car up to her apartment, went inside her building and took the elevator up to her 12th floor apartment. The doorman knew him very well and gave him a smile and a wink when he had arrived. More than once he had caught Alex and Renee in some kind of compromising situation - just last week the elevator door had opened with Renee on her knees and Alex's cock in her mouth... and this was on the way to a gallery opening! Damn elevator stop button hadn't worked. Renee just had giggled, thrown her cloak overself as Alex frantically pushed the button to close the elevator door. She had finished him off in the car, of course...
Renee's door was unlocked. Alex walked inside, threw his coat and briefcase on the sofa. All the lights in Renee's apartment were on. Alex could smell something very good - Renee had been frying something. Looking on the kitchen table, he saw a plate of what appeared to be fried oysters, some potatoes, greens, and a note. It read "Eat up, slugger. You'll need the energy. Renee".
Alex sat down and started to eat, adjusting his pants due to the erection that was now clearly tenting. The food was still very hot, and the oyster breading was still crisp. "She must have just finished this before I got here," he thought. It was delicious, and Alex wolfed it down as fast as he could without getting his mouth burned. He washed it all down with a cold beer she had left poured for him in a frosty mug. And he also saw she had even left him a breath mint! "The girl thinks of everything," Alex muttered with sly grin.
He walked down the hallway to Renee's bedroom, perhaps a bit more loudly and a bit more slowly just to make sure she could hear him. What was that whirring sound - a vibrator? In any case, there was a note on the door. "Knock 3 times. If you don't hear an answer, then wait 2 minutes then come right in. You better be hard and ready, because I want it soooooo badly, Sir." She had written it with red lipstick. His semi-hard member now became rock hard. He noticed that there was a small key taped to the sign with the words "save this" beside it.
He knocked 3 times. No answer, but he heard a rustling inside the room. Alex counted the time with great anticipation, then opened the door.
The room was well lit, but the curtains were open, showing the city skyline twinkling at night. But what his eyes immediately set on was Renee. The little brunette was indeed bent over the bed, hair in long pigtails, legs spread, back arched and ass sticking out invitingly from a very short, white skirt. It didn't appear to be a micro-mini, but some kind of tennis skirt, though a couple of sizes too small. As instructed, she was not wearing panties. She was wearing a very cropped white shirt.. Her very ample DD's were straining at the fabric, the bottoms of her tits falling out of the shirt. And she was wearing her 5" stripper heels that they had purchased together once at a cheesy mall store. He had never seen her wear them until now.
