Valerie. Part One.As she got ready to leave the house, Valerie checked herself in the mirror one las

Valerie. Part One.As she got ready to leave the house, Valerie checked herself in the mirror one last time. She wore a conservative black skirt and jacket for this evening, along with a simple white blouse. With her blonde hair straightened and swinging just past her shoulders and smart designer eye-frames, she looked like the perfect vision of a competent and businesslike secretary. A look she had honed and perfected over many years. Grabbing her keys, she strode out the door and towards the yellow cab that had waited so patiently for her as she primped and primped herself into perfection. At 5'6", she wasn’t the tall statuesque model-type that were in chic these days, but her flowing blonde hair and heavy curves brought her attention where ever she went. Her large breasts and generously flaring hips were an eye-grabber to men and she always made sure to make the most of it whenever she dressed. After all, she had learned at an early age that there was nothing like a set of large breasts and a round ass to open doors for a woman. As they rode through the evening, slivers of silver sky were visible between the rows of tall buildings which marked the New York skyline. The driver obviously knew what he was doing and they were soon cutting down Tenth avenue towards the SOHO district, gliding through yellow lights and blissfully cutting off the slower traffic. To her right she could see the faint orange glow of sunset frame the far Jersey shore, the river sparkling with golden white flames as the daylight began to fade. Valerie worked for several firms, listed on their various employee listings as a secretary. A rather high paid one to be sure. Her current employer was, in fact, somewhat of a stranger to her. She had only stepped into the club a few times, the first simply for her interview. No one who worked there would even know who she was. She worked different locations - sometimes bars, sometimes restaurants - where she would meet with clients or officials on behalf of her husband’s clients. Her job was to simply to provide companionship during these informal meetings. There was nothing easier than making a deal in the relaxing presence of a beautiful woman, Allen always said. Most of these clients tended to be middle aged men. Men who had a lot of money or a lot of power, and who spent most of their time at home with their rather dull and sedate families. Valerie had a unique talent for judging men. Pleasing men. A talent that her husband prized and encouraged in his business dealings and one that had made them both a lot of money over the past years. Although most husbands preferred their wives to be demure stay-at-homes, Allen had always encouraged her to be the provocative vixen. It was a lifestyle she was made for. She loved men and she loved sex. Hell, she was absolutely addicted to sex. Few of her old boyfriends had ever managed to fully satisfy her, she often resorted to masturbating, even after sex with them. After years of one sexually disappointment after another, she had finally met Allen. A man who not only accepted her for who she was but absolutely reveled in it. Together they had experienced all the world had to offer, each adventure more satisfying than the last, and with so many more before them. Thier personal arrangement was perfect for the life they wanted to lead as well as for his burgeoning career and soon they were signing the lease to a fully furnished luxury condo in the very heart of Manhattan, opening up bank accounts in Switzerland, and interviewing brokers. Her own ‘job’ was to manage the household until her husband’s business dealings had need of her. At which point all that was necessary was to make sure the client was thoroughly satisfied with their services. Sometimes she sulked that it might only be a few nights a month. A night like tonight.The cab pulled up outside a dimly lit restaurant and Valerie slid the driver his fare before she slipped out the door. A light rain had begun to fall and the valet quickly ran towards her with an umbrella. She recognized the young man instantly, giving him a light peck on the cheek as she thanked him for coming to her rescue. She and her husband were regulars at this restaurant. It was high priced and exclusive, known to few,with private dining rooms that were perfect for small business dinners. The manager was also an old friend and insisted on personally escorting her to her husband’s table. Her figure stood out in the dining room, one filled with a dozen of those chic and self-centered women who were constantly on a diet and had their botox-clinic on speed-dial. Her own figure was full, well-fed, and proudly natural which drew the admiring eyes of more than one wolfish gentleman in the room. Those same eyes followed her as she was led to the door of the reserved dining room. The two men inside, one of them her beloved Allen, automatically turned to her as they heard the door open. They were seated at a table in the center of the room still enjoying their pre-dinner drinks. She greeted them both, politely kissing her husband on the cheek as the manager closed the door behind her. Her husband broke into a grin when he saw her, his gaze falling as it always did to her well-endowed cleavage and soft white breasts. She had never met the other man before and he was looking at her with more than a little surprise in his gaze. “Sweetheart. I’m glad you could make it. This is Mr. Barry. He works for the city zoning commission.” Allen said, sliding her chair under her as she sat at the table, Always the true gentleman. “We’ve bee talking for the past few days to see if we can see eye-to-eye on some permissions one of my clients needs. We still haven’t worked out all the details, of course. Mr. Barry, this is my wife. She is also one of the most capable secretaries you could ever ask for. I asked her to join us in case you had any questions. The woman is far more knowledgeable about the contracts than I will ever be, you will find. And far sexier.”"Please, you will make me blush.” She replied, adjusting her jacket a bit to emphasize the heavy jiggle of her breasts. Something Mr. Barry could not help but notice. “Thank you both for inviting me.” Valerie reached for the bottle of white wine on the table, pouring herself a glass while dutifully refreshing that of her husband and his guest. Then she sat back quietly as the two men resumed their discussion, only speaking when her Allen asked a question. Still, she felt Mr. Barry’s eyes settle on her occasionally as he timidly sneaked glances her way. An hour, and several glasses of wine later, and he had become much less reserved in his admiration. On cue, Allen reached into his pocket for his phone, seemingly to check a message that was chiming in. Their eyes met and he nodded slightly, giving her the sign it was time for her to work her magic. “Sorry. There’s a call I need to make. My apologies. Forgot all about this. I’ll cut it short and will be back in a few minutes.“ Allen told him. He rose from the table and went out the sliding door. "My wife will keep you company until I get back. This might take a little while.”“Oh, yes, Sir. I’ll do my best.” She chided with a small musical laugh as he shut the door behind him. His footsteps echoed as he walked down the hallway away from their room. Now given her leash, Valerie was free to operate and, looking over her wine as she sipped, settled her raptor’s eyes on Mr. Barry. He seemed to have grown nervous under her gaze. Sensing her prey’s nervousness, Valerie poured him another glass of wine. Accepting the glass with a shy nod, he downed it in a single shot, but in his haste, a drop dribbled down his shirt. Valerie slid to his side of the table, wetting a tablecloth to wipe it away, clearly startling him. “Don’t be nervous,” she told him with a smile, “I don’t bite. And I love your suit. It suits you so well. I have always loved handsome men in suits. Silk?”Yes, he nodded. He seemed to glow under her praise. Even straightening his posture as she ran her fingers over his chest and stomach, still pretending to be chasing a stray wine stain. He was nearing fifty, but he still had traces of his vital youth. His hair was neatly cut and styled, his face clean shaven, with just a tad of grayish hair to make him look extra sexy. Despite a small and growing paunch, he was still slim and fit and she could feel her body begin to naturally respond to his closeness. Following his rakish gaze, she smiled to herself as she found he was captivated by her cleavage. He was shocked when she began to unbutton her suit jacket, and his eyes followed her every movement as she pulled her coat off, the buttons on her blouse straining to keep from bursting off as she moved. Her jacket had hidden the size of her breasts, and without it, he could clearly see them pushing at the thin material of her blouse. He was getting seriously turned on, but he was still trying to hide it. It only aroused her more. It would not be a true challenge but for tonight it would serve. Leaning in, she started to run her hands down the lapels of his suit coat and slid her hands underneath to caress his shoulders. He froze, all prey did, as she whispered in his ear, "Do you like my breasts? Do you think they are hot? Are you hot too?” Without even knowing he was doing it, he nodded. He didn’t resist her as she pulled his coat off, his body moved at her will now. Then she gently placed her hand on his thigh. “It feels so warm.” She cooed. He actually shivered as her hand inched further up his thigh, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin material of his trousers. His hand grasped hers just before it could reach his crotch. “Wh…what are you doing?” he stuttered in shock. She did not respond, she just pulled his hand over to her leg, guiding it below the hem of her skirt. He tried to pull it back, but she held on firmly, guiding his nervous fingers up and up until they touched the most intimate part of her. She forced his hand to cup her, letting him feel the dampness soaking her thin lace panties. His fingers moved instinctively, seeking out her wetness as he held his breath tight in his chest. Even after she let go of his hand, it stayed where she had held it. He was captivated by her now. While his fingers shyly moved between her legs, Valerie once again traced her way up his thigh. She felt the bulge of his cock through the expensive material of his trousers and traced its outline. At her touch, he gasped, his mouth opening in invitation to her tongue. An invitation she did not ignore. As they kissed, his tongue dueled with hers and he slowly began to run his hands up her back, feeling the slight ridge formed by her bra. He followed the line under her blouse around to the front, cupping her breast through the thin fabric. “Mmmm, yessss!” She moaned into his mouth as he found her erect nipple and flicked his thumb across it. Wanting more, she began to unbutton her shirt. As the blouse parted, he caught his first view of her soft flesh, the deep shadow of her cleavage, and the pale pink circles of her hardened nipples. Giving him a final kiss, Valerie backed away from him to stand in front of him. She unzipped her skirt and with a quiet whisper, it fell to the floor leaving her in just her very sheer bra and very wet lace panties. She gave him a moment to take in the sight of her near nudity. She knew he could clearly see her nipples pushing out through her bra, and the fabric of her panties was soaked enough that her triangle of pubic hair was clearly visible. Mr. Barry reached for her as she sat down on his lap, straddling him. His fingers instantly delved between her open legs, pushing aside the thin, damp fabric to find her pussy. His thick fingers worked themselves into her, twisting and turning to find her most sensitive spots. She squirmed on his lap, pressing herself against his growing cock. Skillfully, she managed to extract her arms through the straps and tossed the bra to the other side of the dining room. Her bare nipples raked roughly against his dress shirt, the raspy feeling sending fiery bolts of pleasure straight to her brain and into her pussy. “You’re so fucking wet.” he said in obvious wonder, “You must love me touching you there.“He pressed his thumb against her clit, sending a shudder through her body then began to run his thumb back forth across her sensitive clit while she shivered against him. Moving seductively, she maneuvered herself from sitting in his lap to laying back across the table in front of him. His fingers hooked into her panties, sliding them down her smooth legs until they too ended up on the floor."Do you like what you see?” she asked as he stared mutely, the scent of her pussy mound having his full attention. She opened her legs wider and her pussy lips parted so he could see the glistening pink heaven that awaited him. He moved forward, dragging his chair behind him to settle between her thighs, lowering himself between her legs, his lips poised right above her wetness. His fingers reached out and he traced the outline her pussy lips before sliding down her slit to wet his fingertips between her folds. Valerie moaned as she felt his fingers press gently into her tight hole. His lips touched her clit for a fleeting second, enough to cause her body to tense up in electric pleasure. She leaned her head back, giving herself over to the moment as he continued exploring her pussy, his tongue darting out to taste the juices he was drawing out from inside of her. Valerie watched his head moving between her legs getting hotter by the moment. He tongued everywhere around her clit, but never actually touched it. The bastard was driving her crazy and he knew it. She ran her fingers through his hair, using it to guide his mouth to exactly where she wanted its attentions. She felt warm puffs of air on her clit as he chuckled, seeing her lose control, hearing her lust-filled moans. His lips closed around her clit, sucking it into his mouth. Valerie let out a gasp of pleasure, he back arching off the table, her hips thrusting towards him. He rubbed her clit softly and sensually, pausing only to lick her juices off of his fingers, then placing those same fingers back into her pussy-hole and fucking her with long, slow, meaningful strokes. Valerie’s moaning and panting continued to get louder and more intense with each moment. He flicked her clit lightly with his tongue a few times, followed by one large lick along her entire perfect pussy. As he pulled back, a large stream of pussy juice draped down from her gash splashed onto the floor.“Mmmmm,” Valerie moaned. “Oh my fucking god, yes!” Encouraged by her throaty groans, he increased the intensity of his tongue and fingers until she was just about ready to blow. She closed her eyes, brought her hands up to her breasts and began passionately squeezing her tits. “Oh fuck yes! Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Oh my god just like that! Ooohhh OOOOOHHHH!” Valerie screamed as her body tightened up and her pussy quivered around his fingers, forcing out a blast of juice down his arm and onto the floor. “Ooohhh myyyy godddd! ” she belted out as her body lost all hope of control. Alternating between sucking her and using his tongue, he quickly brought her to the edge of climax, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. She was close to coming, her pussy throbbing, her breasts heavy as she dug into them with her fingernails. At her pleading, his tongue entered her further than she thought possible. He was deep, rolling his tongue along her inner walls, sending shock waves of orgasm tearing her to pieces. She was breathless when she finally recovered, her body shivering as the second and third waves rolled through her. Her lover sat back smiling with his face shining with her juices, and very pleased with himself. He was rock hard just from pleasuring her, having taken out his cock and stroking furiously as he ate her pussy blind, and that got Valerie even wetter for him. Swinging down from the table, she quickly straddled him, her dripping cunt hovering directly over his upright cock. She started to lower herself onto him, her hand guiding him into her waiting pussy. He moaned so loud she was sure the other diners in the restaurant would hear them. It was a sound she decidedly liked. Planting her lips solidly on his own she slowly began sinking down, feeling the head of his cock pressing into her tender folds. Her knees were already weak as she said a silent prayer, hoping he could give her the hard fucking she so badly craved. -- source link

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