Before I get started on this one, let me first give you a little background. I met this guy once, and his name was Paul. Get used to that, because I'll be mentioning him a lot. He is, basically, the reason every single one of the following events occurred.
I met Paul through work. Well, kinda. I was working as a receptionist at a Law Office, and returning from lunch, coming out of the elevator one day was Paul, and a couple, other (less attractive) men standing around him. He was crying. I was deeply concerned, so I approached him in the hallway.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, with heavy concern in my voice. He inhaled deeply and sat up, looking me straight in the eyes, collecting himself slightly.
"7 years, down the drain. Without even so much as a thank you!" he whimpered. "They push me, and prod me, and then kick me out on my ass!" I was slightly confused. I guess the confusion had leaked onto my expression, because just then, A large, dark woman leaned over and whispered into my ear.
"Laid Off."
Oh, it was so clear now. I still had a few minutes until lunch was officially over, so i sat with him. He had beautiful eyes. And the light bouncing off the tears rolling down his face mesmerized me. Eventually I asked him if he wanted to get together later, maybe get a bite to eat, understanding how rough this day must have been for him. He agreed. Long story short, We had a wonderful time at dinner (considering) and we made another date.
These dinner dates went on for a few weeks, and eventually I had him over. We started dating more regularly, and after 5 months, we moved in together at my place. We also started having sex. I got home from work one day, and Paul was standing there, in a dimly lit room, wearing only a blue bathrobe. He started kissing me softly, and slowly sliding my hand down to his package. I didn't resist, and I'm still not sure why. He eventually had my fingers encircling his hard, long cock, and he started me in the motion of rubbing his shaft back and forth. Soon, the bathrobe (along with all of my clothes, bra, and thong) were on the ground, and I was sucking his cock with all my might, getting every drop of saliva I could onto his monument. And at the same time, his experienced, Agile tongue was working the inner grooves of my damp, exposed vagina. We did this for hours, and eventually, he failed to mention his impending orgasm, resulting in loads of hot steaming cum being pumped all over my face.
The fantastic Oral Sex wasn't the only reason we moved in together. Paul was having major rent problems, having yet to get a new job. Everyday i would go to work, and he would clean and cook tirelessly. He always asked me to come home from lunch, but i explained that i couldn't, due to the Lunch Rush on the bridge.
Fast Forward. 2 Months Later, and my Boss, Attorney Bill Walsch has me going to visit a plaintiff at home and take some notes. Well, I finish a little early, and decide, based on the location of this client, to skip home for lunch and surprise Paul. When I get there, the car is gone. I step inside to make and sandwich. Leaning in the fridge, i hear, from across the room,
"Back So Soon?." It was NOT a man's voice. I look up, and see a slim, blonde lady, naked except for patent leather high heels, black fishnets, and a black leather Bondage top.
