Chapter One
Miranda Reston slid her head down the man's naked, sweat-covered chest, flicked out her tongue and lapped the final drop of semen dangling from the tip of her lover's now deflated cock.
"God, I love fucking this guy," she thought to herself, as she slid back up and kissed the young man passionately on the mouth. After two days of fucking in the hotel room, Miranda still wanted one more hard pounding before she had to pack up and leave.
"C'mon, Nick, just one more. And make it good, because it's got to hold me a whole month," she purred, a wicked smile on her face.
"Damn, Miranda, you're gonna wear my dick out, at this rate," Nick said, looking at the stunning blonde lying next to him in the bed. She was fifteen years older than he was, but she was without doubt the hottest woman he had ever fucked.
"Tell ya what," he said, rising to his knees on the bed. "Stick that sweet little ass of yours up in the air and I'll give you a fucking that will last us both for a month. The 42 year-old petite blonde pulled her slender legs up under her, arched her rounded ass in the air and wiggled it, temptingly. Within seconds she could feel the engorged head of the younger man's rigid member pushing hard against her swollen, tender vaginal lips. Sure, she was sore, but even that wasn't going to stop her from this last reaming. Within minutes, Nick was deep inside her, pounding against her from behind, his hips furiously slapping against her taut ass cheeks. And she was in heaven - for now.
An hour later, Miranda stood alone in the hotel room, packing up the last of her belongings before checking out and heading home to her husband and family. For the last fourteen months, she had been meeting Nick at the hotel and spending two blissful days a month locked in the hottest sex she had ever had in her life. And best of all, she didn't feel guilty about her extended affair. She was only glad that her husband, Stan, had been so gullible. As far as Stan knew, she was at a lawyer's convention, obligated by her job to attend once a month. He could be such a simpleton, at times, she thought.
After twenty years of marriage to Stan, Miranda was truly bored. Sure, she loved her husband, she told herself over and over. Only, there was something missing in their marriage and in her life and she was determined to fill the void. Missed opportunities from years past, or perhaps she was just feeling sexier as she grew older. Maybe it was her form of a midlife crisis. Miranda didn't know what it was, but she did know she had to do something about it.
So, fourteen months ago, Miranda Reston went online and soon discovered an absolute dream of a man, capable of shattering years of boredom. She found an attractive, young, married man who seemed to stir all of the old sexual feelings that had somehow gone dormant in her marriage. Nick was perfect. He was affluent, attractive, married, had a big cock and best of all, he was from out of town. He was looking for no-strings-attached sex and so was she. He flew into town once a month for their weekend hotel rendezvous and then disappeared. It was truly perfect.
Not that finding a sexual partner would have been difficult for Miranda. She was beautiful, by anyone's standard. She had always been beautiful. As a young woman just out of college, she worked in one of the exclusive clubs of a popular men's magazine for a year. She loved the attention, the skimpy costumes and, of course, the big tips she received. The beautiful blonde had the perfect body for it.
She was petite, barely 5 foot tall with a slim waist, round hips, and as she had all throughout her life, Miranda had large breasts. She was so tiny that her large breasts looked freakishly out of proportion to the rest of her body. She could have grown up self-conscious and ashamed at all the looks and stares her large chest got. But she didn't. She rather enjoyed the attention. So, it was no wonder that Miranda's popularity as a cocktail hostess at the club was enormous. She was gorgeous then and still was today, twenty years later.
In life, she had a knack for getting what she wanted. Her good looks, seductive smile and large breasts opened lots of doors. And she had always enjoyed using her beauty. Men just seem to fall all over themselves to be near her. After college, she met Stan, Mr. Right. She got married, finished law school, got a serious job as a lawyer, and had two kids, her twin girls. She quickly settled into a steady, predictable life as wife, mother, and successful lawyer. Miranda's husband, Stan, often joked about her being a great "trophy wife." Miranda heard that often enough from Stan, his golf buddies, and even from the men at the DeLuca Property Development firm where Miranda worked as the company's lawyer. She had gotten used to it and was flattered by the attention, but sometimes things got a little out of hand at work.
Miranda liked the company she worked for and truly enjoyed being the company's primary lawyer for the Construction and Development Division for 17 years. Unfortunately, several incidents of sexual harassment hurt her position with the firm. Five years earlier, she had filed a civil lawsuit for harassment against the executives of the company, but settled out of court and things in the office got better. One of the owners of the construction firm, Rex Cantore, and another owner in the parent company, Dave DeLuca, had come on to her rather aggressively. They even tried to threaten her if she didn't have sex with them. In the law suit settlement, it all came out as playful office banter, but Miranda knew it was for real. But that was in the past and it was all settled by a large sum of money and a promise not to have it happen again. So, she stayed on as the company lawyer, in a way, to spite them. Let them try and fire me, she mused. She confidently knew that they knew she wasn't afraid to go toe to toe with them.
And now, for the last fourteen months, Miranda Reston was content. For one weekend a month, she was catching up on all the hot sex that seemed to have passed her by in life. Her life was great and she loved every minute of it.
Chapter Two
It was Monday and this Monday back at the office was just like every other Monday following her weekend fuckfest with Nick. All day long she kept a huge smile on her face and her body tingled endlessly from the countless orgasms she had over the last two days. She was always a little sore and moved rather gingerly around the office for a few days after her weekends with Nick. Her ravaged cunt was always very tender from the two days of prolonged, perpetual fucking. But she wouldn't have traded it for anything.
At 5 p.m. Miranda prepared to finish for the day and go home. She had worked her way to the bottom of the large stack of things piled in the in-box on her desk. "Ah, finally, the last one," she sighed with joy, and she grabbed the last item in the pile, a typical Inter-Office manila envelope. "More environmental impact statements," she thought to herself, since that's what usually filled folders of this sort on her desk.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!!" she gasped, as the contents spilled onto her desktop. Glossy color photographs, five or six of them, tumbled out of the file. The pictures were of her and Nick! One photo was of them going into the hotel room together, another of her kissing Nick in the room and still several others of them naked in bed having sex. The pictures were apparently taken through the glass sliding door from a nearby balcony. And finally, a hand scrawled note tumbled from the envelope.
"Tomorrow night. 7 p.m. Parking lot at 23
rd
and Central. Be there or you'll be sorry."
There was no name or signature on the note, only the time, the place and the threat.
"Shit!" Miranda thought to herself. Who was doing this to her? It was in a company envelope. Was it someone she knew? Suddenly, all of the warm, glorious feelings from the last two days drained from her body. She sat at her desk, shaking with fear and rage.
Tuesday night came quickly and Miranda sat in her car at the designated location. She tried to think. Her body trembled with nervous anticipation as the clock in her car glowed 7:00 pm. She had no idea how she was going to deal with this. Who was it? Did they want money? How much could she afford to pay? All these things ran through her mind when suddenly, a battered white van with tinted black windows pulled up next to her car. Miranda got out, walked to the van and pulled the passenger door open.
