The Love Of Money - Episode 295
29-08-25 (20:35)
Unbuttoning my shirt as I stared down at her, the brief
respite from contact made me ache to kiss her… to
chew on her lips and claim her mouth with my tongue.
Fuck… was she forbidding me from doing this on
purpose, or was my sister’s concern legitimate? I
wouldn’t put it past Natashya to pull something like this.
If I wasn’t on such thin ice with Emily at the moment,
I’d be more tempted to press my luck, but…
I tore my shirt the rest of the way off and dropped it to
the floor. The pants came next, and as soon as those
were cleared, the East European beauty jumped me,
latching her teeth to my chest and groaning loudly
while hanging from my neck. She trailed her lips lower
and started sucking on one of my nipples as if it would
produce anything for her to drink. I buried my face in
her hair, reached over her back, and raked my short
fingernails up her spine. God… she smelled earthy and
slightly of sweat as if she’d just come back from a run.
It made me want to lick every nook and cranny of her
gorgeous body.
Shoving her back on the desk, I pressed her shoulders
into the wooden surface, eliciting a squeal as I
manhandled her. She started to say something again
but yelped as I wrapped my arms around her thighs
and hauled her toward me until her ass was hanging
off the desk. I dropped to my knees and brought my
face within inches of her pussy. The outer lips weren’t
coated in juices like I’d witnessed most of the time, but
as I reached up and peeled them back with my fingers,
I saw the beginnings of arousal just inside her inner
folds. Strands of fluid clung to her opening, and I could
almost taste the scent wafting off her.
Inhaling deeply, I dove between her legs and face-
planted in her slit, my tongue immediately seeking
refuge deep within her. These were lips I could kiss.
Her fingers clapped on the top of my head, dragging
across my scalp as she grabbed a fistful of my hair and
pulled me harder into her. “Oooohh… fuck… Marcus!”
I feasted on those juicy folds and delved into the
depths of Natashya’s cunt, drinking as much of her as I
could, and then sought out the little sensitive bud,
scrubbing my tongue across it before capturing it
between my lips. Then I repeated the process,
alter-nating between all those different moves until I
had Natashya groaning, panting, and cursing my name
back three generations. She bucked her hips against my
face and ground her crotch into my nose so hard that I
was briefly worried she might break it.
I ate her out to two screaming orgasms before she
couldn’t take anymore, pushing my forehead away
from her crotch so she could sit up and slide off the
desk to her knees. Understanding what she wanted, I
stood up just in time for her to wrap her fingers around
my hard cock and swallow half of it in one go, sealing
her beautiful lips around its girth. Her tongue glided
under the sensitive side of my member as she pulled
back, the suction causing her cheeks to cave in as she
slowly worked her mouth up my length. Her eyes,
closed so far, slowly opened, and she looked up at me
with some of the most sensual fuck-me eyes that I’d
ever seen. My heart stopped beating in my chest.
As she plunged back down on my cock, rocking her
head side to side as she worked my length, I marveled
at how lucky I was. She was stunningly beautiful, with
exotic features, and every move was perfectly
calculated to achieve maximum sexual effect. How
many hundreds—if not thousands—of men would have
given a testicle for a night with a woman like this?
They were all shit out of luck because it was me who
ended up with her.
No, I thought, groaning at the feel of the tip of her
tongue on my balls as she took my cock in her throat,
I’m not the lucky one. That’s Emily.
My sister was the one who would be able to go to bed
next to this creature every night. She was the one who
would wake up to these beautiful eyes peering up at
her as she was eaten out.
And I hated that. I wanted her. At this moment, with
her on her knees before me, I wanted Natashya.
Goddamn me for falling for every woman who put my
dick in her mouth.
Grasping Natashya by the hair, I growled, “That’s
enough,” and hauled her to her feet. My cock slipped
from her throat as she stood up, and she sucked in
ragged breaths as she leaned into me, her lovely pink
nipples pressed into my chest. Her face hovered inches
from mine; her lips were coated in her own saliva, and
once more, I was tempted to kiss her again as she
gulped down oxygen.
Avoiding temptation, I whipped her around and pressed
her back to the desk, shoving her face into the wood
surface as I stepped up behind her. Keeping my hand
pressed into the middle of her back, I pushed the tip of
my cock into her pussy and shoved with my hips. Our
oral ministrations had been so sloppy that my cock slid
into her with ease, and I began pistoning in and out of
her.
I tried to put thoughts of Danni out of my head…
thoughts of what Emily and Bobbi might be talking
about. If this was potentially the last time I fucked
Natashya, I wanted it to be a good one.
Her ass bounced off my crotch as I jackhammered my
dick in and out of her, and I dug my fingers into her
prominent ass, enjoying the feel of taut muscle just
under a feminine layer of softness. And then I slapped
it. The room resounded with the crack of skin against
skin as I brought my palm down on her meaty ass
cheek.
“Fuck!” Natashya yelped.
Another smack. And then another.
“Fuck! Yes!” she shouted, and I glanced down at her.
Her lips were pressed to the desk’s surface, and drool
was leaking across it, giving me an idea. Still fucking
her, I pulled on her hair, forcing her to arch her back as
her body left the desktop. I heard her start to slurp
away the excess saliva that had pulled in her mouth as
she lay face down and interrupted her, slipping three
fingers between her lips.
Her wet tongue slid between my fingers as she sucked
on them when she wasn’t huffing and puffing around
them. I pulled my fingers from her mouth and
immediately began licking them as I continued to slam
in and out of her. Natashya looked over her shoulder
and broke out into a grin as she watched me lick and
suck her saliva off my fingers. “Fuck… that’s hot.”
“I’ll taste as much of you as I can,” I panted as I
reached down to palm one of her teardrop-shaped tits
in my saliva-slick hand, squeezing and kneading it as I
kept a tight rein on her hair. Her back was arched, her
ass thrust into the air, and I used her tit almost as a
handhold along with her hair to pull her back against
me.
“You keep fucking me like this,” she breathed, “And I
might just have to leave your sister. She’s not nearly
this rough.”
The image of my sister being rough with Natashya
entered my mind, and it felt like my upcoming orgasm
was suddenly on a truncated timetable. The thought of
them grinding against each other… tongues sliding
around each other. Emily’s lips sealed around Natashya’s
nipples.
“Fuck… you can’t keep…” I started to say through gritted
teeth.
“What?” Natashya panted, “You still getting turned on
by the thought of Emily?” Despite her desperate fight to
keep air in her lungs, I could hear the teasing note in
her voice.
“Fuck!” I grated. “No…”
“Liar,” Natashya started to chuckle, which turned into
loud breathing as she began to shiver in my grasp. “Oh
my god, Marcus… harder! So close!”
I picked up speed, fucking Natashya as hard as I could,
crushing her breast in my hand as I drilled her. I was
getting close myself, and it was all I could do to stave
off the impending climax to make sure she came first.
Leaning in, I pressed my lips to her shoulder, bit down
on her soft skin, and growled.
“Uhhhhhhgggghhh!” she groaned, her fist beating on the
desktop as I started to spurt inside her. A split second
later, she was carried away in her own climax, letting
out another long, loud groan as the wet canal of her
pussy constricted around my dick, trying to milk it for all
she was worth.
I let go of her hair, and Natashya immediately crashed
to the desktop, beating it a few more times with her
fist as she shook through the rest of her climax. I
collapsed on top of her, nuzzling her back while
continuing to slowly work in and out of her as the
remainder of my semen emptied inside her.
Eventually, I pulled away from Natashya, turned, and
slipped to the floor with my back to the desk as I tried
to catch my breath. A moment later, Natashya joined
me, reaching between her legs to shovel a fingerful of
cream from the fresh pie and making a show of licking
it off her fingers and swallowing it.
“Mmmm…” she said. “Fuck, I am going to miss this.”
“You know where' to find me if you want more,” I
breathed.
“I don’t know how long this will go on,” Natashya said,
“but I have a feeling this will not be the last time for
us.”
I eyed the dancer skeptically, and she grinned back at
me as she reached down to scoop out a little more of
the concoction oozing out of her pussy. “Just give it
some time,” she said before popping her index finger
into her mouth.
I dropped my head back against the desk, already
recovering from the high my orgasm gave me. “Damn.
I’m sad it’s already over.” I looked back at Natashya.
“I’ve missed this.”
Still sucking on her fingers, she studied me thoughtfully
and then said, “You know… our time doesn’t technically
end till I leave this room.”
We stared at each other silently, and then I said, “We
leave in a little over an hour.”
“Is enough time,” she said, slipping to all fours and
approaching me. Her breasts hung from her chest,
swinging pendulously as she approached me. “I
remember it doesn’t take much to get you going again,
and I would like my pussy full for the ride out there.”
“What are you waiting for then?” I grinned back at her.
Natashya lowered her head to my lap, taking my
softening cock back between those luscious lips of hers
as she began sucking me back to full hardness. Me… I
simply leaned back and enjoyed a leisurely blowjob
before fucking the beautiful stripper one last time.
Friday, 2:03 pm
My hand was raised defensively over my head as I
approached the helicopter as if an arm was going to
stop the massive propeller from eating whatever the
hell it wanted. Its spinning blades were whirling,
whipping everything around it into a frenzy with its
artificial wind while roaring so loud that I could barely
hear myself think. No wonder chopper pilots and
passengers wore headgear.
As I neared the cabin door, Jonathan—the bodyguard I’d
sent with Erin and Natashya—opened it to let me inside
and closed it as soon as I stepped in. It left me in
relative silence compared to the chaos outside the door.
I’d been in this helicopter a few times already, but how
soundproof the aircraft was still startled me.
I wasn’t the first one on the chopper. Besides three
security agents buckled into place in the back of the
helicopter, Erin was sitting at the small conference table
in the middle of the main cabin, typing on her phone as
she sat crisscrossed applesauce in her seat. She looked
up from her phone and gave me a sad smile, and I had
a sneaking suspicion I knew what she was doing.
“How is she?” I asked as I dropped into the seat next to
her.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said.
“No,” I pushed back. “Erin, you’re not a wall for me to
dive for cover behind whenever things get hard. I did
this to her, and I shouldn’t hide from it.”
Erin stared at me in silence for several beats, an
unreadable expression in her eyes. Then she glanced
back down at her phone and started typing again. “We
did this,” she said. “This is just as much my mess as
yours. Maybe more. I knew how she was before you
met. I misjudged.”
“I’m glad you brought her into my life, Erin,” I said. “I
just wish we were both in the same place emotionally.
If I never see her again, I’ll be sad, but I don’t regret the
time I spent with her, no matter how much it hurt to let
her go.”
Erin nodded. “I know. I think this one will take some
time to heal, though. Who knows… given enough time,
maybe you guys will end up on the same page after
all.”
I grunted, sunk further into my seat, and stared at my
feet. “I feel like I just lost a close friend. It hurts.”
“Yeah,” Erin said. Then I felt her slender fingers slip into
my hand and squeeze it. “Hey, Marcus?” I looked up at
her. There was no mischievous grin, playful banter, or
glint of lust in those eyes as she stared back at me. Just
deep care and concern. “I’m not going anywhere',
okay?”
It was a simple statement, but something about the
look in her eyes and the fervor in how she said it… I
just… knew. Those words were laced with more than a
simple declarative statement. It was a promise, an
oath. It was something deeper than a simple
employee/employer relationship—although, if I were
being honest, this was hardly a simple employee/
employer relationship to begin with.
“You can’t know that for sure,” I said.
“Yeah, I can,” she said, a soft smile playing about her
lips.
We stared at each other for a long moment, her soft
grin daring me to challenge her words while I tried to
divine what she meant by that. Finally, I simply asked,
“Why?”
Erin opened her mouth to say something, and at that
very moment, the helicopter door opened, and Helen
entered the helicopter, followed by Bobbi. Erin slipped
her hand free of mine before anyone had a chance to
notice.
“Oh. Good. We’re not the last ones to arrive,” Helen
said, taking a seat opposite Erin. “How are you doing?”
“I’ll be fine,” I said, giving Erin another glance to see
she’d returned to her phone to give Danni the emotional
support she needed. “I think getting away for the
weekend will do me some good.”
Helen gave me a small, closed-lip smile, her blue eyes
sparkling as she said, “I’m sure it will, though you might
need some time to recover afterward. Erin’s packed all
sorts of fun things for the trip.” She glanced over at
Bobbi, who was still standing near the door, awkwardly
looking around at the seats. She was wearing a simple
blouse and a pair of denim pants and had her hair
pulled out of her face with a simple hair clip. The collar
around her neck stood out in stark contrast to the rest
of the outfit. It still displayed ‘Helen’s Little Whore.’
Helen patted the one beside her, and the submissive
complied with the unspoken command. “I intend to
wring this one completely dry this weekend,” she said
as Bobbi sat beside her. She reached up and placed a
finger under the younger woman’s chin, directing the
submissive to look up at her just in time for their lips to
press together in a soft, sensual kiss that went on for
several seconds.
When their lips finally parted, she continued, “Mmm…
you’ll need all next week to recover, pet. How does that
sound?”
Bobbi licked her lips, her eyes searching her mistress’
face intently for several moments before she
whispered, “That sounds nice.”
Helen arched a single eyebrow, and the grip on Bobbi’s
chin tightened slightly. A sound so soft I almost missed
it escaped the submissive’s throat. “That sounds nice,”
Bobbi repeated, “Mistress.”
The helicopter door opened, and Helen smiled and
wrapped an arm around Bobbi, pulling the young
woman’s head into her bosom and kissing the top of
her head. “Good girl,” I barely heard the dominant
blonde mutter into her pet’s hair. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
