Bianca is married and mother of two small children, her husband transferred to Dallas from Miami. She was hired as news anchor/reporter at the NBC station. As owner of the station I contacted the station manager to deliver a special invitation to Bianca. Bianca was surprised receiving the invitation to my penthouse apartment in Turtle Creek. She made her way as discretely as possible to the master bedroom so that she could step out onto the balcony. She needed a moment's peace and quiet. As she opened the French doors that led outside she was greeted by the warm night breeze. The air embraced her body and seems to flow right through her gown, causing sweat to rise on her skin. She leans against the railing and gazing out over the skyline, taking in the beautiful vista of the vibrant City's lights.
When the glass in her hand is gently pulled from her fingers Bianca's heart skipped a beat as she realizes that she is no longer alone on the balcony. She turns quickly watching as I refilled her glass with rum and coke I offered it back to her. Bianca had not recovered her composure and is frozen as I gently slip the glass into her hand. " You are Bianca?" I asked. Bianca sipped her drink before answering. " Yes, I am. I'm afraid you have me at a "Of course I do," I said pleasantly but in a way that is to agreeable, as if I meant something more. " Allow me to introduce myself. I am John Malone and I own the TV station you work for.."
I'm standing very close to Bianca, close enough to be encroaching in her zone of personal space that people usually reserve for those whom they consider intimates. Bianca wanted to step back but found herself caught in the outside corner of the balcony. It is very disconcerting to her and she feels overwhelmed by my presence despite my seemingly unthreatening manner. I'm a tall man, standing easily 10 inches above Bianca even though she is wearing heels. My bearded face and thick gray hair is impeccably groomed. My designer suit, tailored to fit my muscular frame, indicates that I'm a man of taste, class and wealth. I had caught her completely off guard and for a moment she can't decide if I was purposely trying to frighten her or not.
She watches silently as I sip my drink as I spoke. " Forgive me for intruding Bianca, it is impolite for a man to allow a beautiful woman to drink alone in his company." I address her as if we were long lost friends and Bianca struggles with herself, trying vainly to remember where our paths could have crossed. It is no use though and between the alcohol she is drinking and the hypnotic way I spoke Bianca feels her head begin to swim in confusion. I seem to sense this smiling slightly in mild amusement. It is only when my eyes caught hers that she found her voice. " How…I'm sorry but have we met before? How do you know who I am?" " No, I have never before been fortunate enough to make your acquaintance. I know your name simply because I asked one of the other guests who you are."
Bianca feels my gaze as my eyes roam over her body and she has the distinct and uncomfortable feeling that my interest in her is anything but professional. A nervous knot forms in her throat as she tries to keep the conversation under control. " Well thank you Mr. Malone but I'm sure the station has your interests well represented. I'm afraid that there is nothing I can offer…" " Bianca do not pretend that you do not understand my intention. You do not do justices to your own intellect. I asked who you are because of your exquisite beauty. You are a rare jewel and as soon as I saw you I knew I must meet you and have you."
Bianca is shocked at my directness but still part of her enjoys my attention. This isn't the first time she has been hit on at social event. She is friendly and attractive and there are always some men who are willing to try their luck with her. It is all basically harmless flirting and deep down inside Bianca feels it is flattering in its own way. Besides, she is married. At least Mr. Malone knows how to speak to a lady! Bianca didn't plan on jumping into bed with the first rich and attractive man who came along, no matter how tempting the idea actually is. " A jewel you say? Oh my, that's really very kind of you." Bianca finishes her drink sitting the glass down. " Look, you are a very handsome man Mr. Malone, I'll give you that but I'm just not that easy to have. Besides, I hardly think this is the place for a quickie."
Bianca smiles at me playfully, hoping I had too much to drink. Something about the way I look back at her though told her I wasn't drunk or simply flirting with her. I move closer to her and Bianca's smile slips away as the small knot of nervousness she has is becoming a growing lump of fear in her throat. There is an intensity about me that is keeping her off balance, a palpable energy that is both frightening and exciting. Silence stood between us for what seems like a long moment before I spoke. " Bianca, I am a man who believes in being direct and honest about my desires and I have told you that I desire you. My hope, my belief is that you might desire me as well."
Bianca's hands begin to shake as the reality of my words sink in. She is trapped alone with me twelve stories above the street below with no idea how much I would dare to have my way with her. Worse still, something dark deep inside her hopes I would at least try. As if I see the turmoil in her heart I turn and place my hands on the railing, breaking the intensity of the spell that I had woven. " Of course if you do not feel the attraction, if you do not desire me as I desire you then you have but to say so and I will accept your decision. After all, the final choice in the passionate matters always lay in the hands of the woman."
I sound gentle and sincere but there is something about me that feels dangerous. Maybe it is my close proximity or just the strength of my will but in spite of my protestations to the contrary she didn't believe I would walk away. I turn toward her again and my smoldering gaze pierces through her, holding her in place and leaving her unable to speak. Her fear creeps deeper through her and she begins searching for a way to put me off without possibly angering me. " Please, you don't understand, I'm married. This isn't right." I gently take her left hand in mine and lightly finger her wedding ring. My hands are warm and strong and my touch is electric. " Ah, so I see. You must love your husband very much to show such loyalty. I humbly beg for your forgiveness" I said as I release her hand.
" Oh, well I'm glad you understand so if you don't mind…" Bianca feels a moment's relief at my apparent acquiescence but I stood my ground, not quite blocking her in but not truly allowing her by either. " So if you don't mind I'd like to go back inside." I smile but still didn't move. " I find myself wondering Bianca, why your husband, whom you love so very much, is not here with you tonight? What man would make so loyal and beautiful a wife go to an affair such as this without him?" " In my opinion, he would be proud to have such a wife at his side and he could never bear the thought of not enjoying her in such a lovely gown." I let my fingers graze her arm as I spoke until I touch the silken fabric just below her shoulder. " But perhaps I misunderstand. Is he gravely ill? Is this why he did not escort you here?"
Bianca feels that same flush of electric heat at my touch and instantly recognizes the unmistakable pleasant warmth of arousal that is beginning to stir within her. It is a sensation that is as pleasing as it is alarming and for a brief moment she is unsure whether to reject or embrace its growing strength. In the end though she brushes the urge aside and shakes her head no in answer to my question. " No, no he's fine. He just had…other plans."
Bianca didn't know what else to say and swore silently to herself, damning her husband again for not being with her.
I seem to read her mind and continue to press forward. " Bianca, I beg you. How long will you deny your life for a man who offers you so little. You have no responsibility to anyone but yourself. A woman should be the center of her husbands' world, not an inconvenience. Why do you resist your own happiness?" I lean forward and gently kiss her shoulder. Bianca feels paralyzed as my lips briefly dance on her skin. Warm and exciting sensations suddenly pulses through her when I reach behind her to let my fingertips trace down her spine through the open back of her dress. The gathering heat she feels quickly awakens in her body and glows brightly with a life of its own.
My words sound so true and my voice is like a hypnotic song that makes her want to give in to my advance. She feels fear again this time she is afraid of what she is beginning to desire. She is only moments away from succumbing to my advance when she finally pushes me away.
" No! I'm sorry, I can't! Let me go!" It took all of her strength to break my spell but she pushes by me and opens the French door leading back into the apartment and her escape. " Bianca!" My voice is strong and commanding but without anger or threat and she pauses at the door, half expecting me to follow. She needn't have worried though. I'm still facing the railing, looking out at the City. " Go then if it is what you want but if you only go because of what you fear then stay." I turn coming closer but this time keeping a polite distance. " In my life I have taken what I desired. I let nothing stand in my way. Is that not how you have seen yourself?" I weave the truth into my spell and again Bianca can't find a way to disagree.
" Yes, of course but…" "There are no buts Bianca. Truth either is or it is not. What are you running home to? How often are you allowed the chance to live, truly live on your own terms! If you go now you deny me that is true but only by denying your own life and your own fulfillment. You fear lying to your husband ?" " Yes, of course."
" My beautiful Bianca, you should only fear lying to yourself for that is the true tragedy of life." I hold out my hand and Bianca wavers, caught by her loyalty to her marriage and by the call of passion that had for too long been denied to her by her husband. I'm rugged handsome. I'm mysterious and exciting but more than anything it is my eyes that hold her there. They are deep and intense, commanding and gentle.They make her knees weak and her pussy wet with a longing that she has forgotten is possible. Slowly she reaches out and placing her hand on mine..
l take her into my arms lifting her back through the doorway and onto the balcony. I kiss her hard and passionately, stealing her will to deny me while the subtle scent of my cologne fills her senses. It is a musky, masculine aroma that fuels her desire and she kisses me back with the hunger of a starving lover. My hands cup her breasts through the gown her nipples pulsing and protruding against the fabric of her gown. My mouth travels down to her neck as I kiss and nibble on her tender flesh she suddenly feels the warm night air begin to flow freely over her legs. As I gather her skirt up to her waist she remembers where we are and a surge of panic went through her.
" Wait! What are you doing? What if someone sees us?" " Then they will be envious of our passion." " Oh god no…I can't do this, not here…oh damn…" Bianca's protests are weak and her voice quivering and trailing off. Her heart is beating a mile a minute as I continue to lift her dress. She knows she is taking a tremendous risk but when she feels my hands cup the pliant flesh of her ass her body reacts to my touch and she bits her lip, unable to find the resolve to make me stop. I pull her hips against my crotch and Bianca feels my big hard throbbing cock through my slacks. The desire to feel its shape against her belly is too strong to resist and before she realizes it she is grinding her body against me. My lips on hers are hot and hungry and are devouring her self control. My brazen willingness to take charge of her so thoroughly has melted her resistances, when my fingers slip down under her ass and touch her very wet slit from behind she moans wildly in excitement. " Oh />
I pull her panties down over her hips and they fall away to her ankles. I tease and tickle her ass in the most erotic way as my touch circles downwards until I'm again able to find her wetness. My searching finger slips deeply inside her enflamed entrance she trembles in my embrace. My fingers explore her most secret of places I nuzzle her cheek and she is pleasantly surprised by how soft my beard feels on her skin. She wonders briefly how my beard would feel against her thighs when I spin her around so that her back is against my chest. As I rub the bulge of my cock against the bare skin of her ass I begin tickling her clit with my hand. She is very wet now and the sensation of my finger separating her labia made her gasp with pleasure. I slid it up and down the length of her pussy, massaging her folds until her hips begin to flex in response to my skilled and delicate touch. Bianca turns her head to kiss me as I finger her and our tongues flick together, dancing in passionate delight.
Bianca feels beads of moisture begin to run down her inner thigh as I again lightly play my finger over her clit. She is very afraid of being found in such an act but she is caught by my will and unable to truly resist me. A bit longer, she tells herself, just another minute. Then she will go with me anywhere I want, anywhere but here. Every second that passes though made it more and more difficult for Bianca to separate her fear from the hot excitement that ran through her veins. The twin emotions begin to entwine in her body, coiling together like serpents and coalescing into pure adrenaline fueled arousal. I'm playing her body like a master musician, circling her clit with my fingers and tapping a rhythm on her button that sends chords of pleasurable sensations reverberating all through her. Soon the telltale signs of a coming orgasm begin to spread through her and a low deep moan escapes her lips.
She feels the thumb of my hand flick over her nipples through her gown as the other teases and caresses her aroused flesh. Moments pass as the slow climb I'm inducing builds up; layer after layer of sensations run through her like a raging fire. " Oh fuuuck! Don't… don't fucking stop! Oh fuck yessss!" Bianca's long legs tense sharply and her body is flooded with impending release. Her hungry pussy clenches and squeezes in its frustrated emptiness and then her entire body rolls with thunderous rapture as her orgasm rose and engulfs her like an unstoppable tide. Ripples of pleasure travel through her like the cascading rings on the surface of a pond until she feels nothing but the warm embrace of sensual delight. I hold her in my arms and support her body against me while she passes through her moment. I caress her thighs and whisper in her ear, telling her how incredibly beautiful and exotic she is. Slowly Bianca recovers and, turning to face me, resting her head on my shoulder.
" Oh you do know how to treat a lady," she said with a slight giggle. I laugh with her. " I did nothing but show you the way. Your hunger and lust for life is your strength and all you will ever need to experience such heights."
Bianca isn't so sure about that but she is sure that fingering her to orgasm isn't what I had meant by ' having her' regardless of how hard she had cum. She kisses me and runs her hand down my stomach until she finds the hard shape of my cock through my pants. " So now what happens? Is there somewhere we can go?" "There is always a place but I must have you now Bianca. You have made me so excited I cannot wait another minute."
Without warning I turn her toward the railing gathering her skirt up to her waist. " What? Oh my god John no! You can't fuck me here!" She protests in vain when I gently bend her over she places her hands on the railing, arching her hips to give me entrance to her pussy. " I can't believe I'm doing this." She hears my zipper go down and holds her breath, waiting for me to find her aching pussy. When she feels the hot spongy head of my penis slip over her folds she closes her eyes, waiting eagerly to feel my size. I place my hand firmly on her back and with steady pressure my cock pushes her labia open sliding into the grip of her wet pussy.
Bianca feels my thickness stretching her open as I work my long thick shaft more and more deeply into her until; with a quick, hard thrust I force the last of my length into her. " Ahh! Oh fuck that's good" She whispers as she feels my true size filling her up. " Oh fuck me, yes! Your cock is so big!" Bianca fantasied about having a big hard cock in her pussy. Bianca tries to resist the urge to moan loud as her body begins responding to my intrusion. Her efforts to remain quiet become more challenging as I begin moving inside her. I drive in and back with long strokes that massaged her inner walls erotically.
My cock feels hot and hard in her pussy and I seem to know just how fast she can take me. Even the angle that I entered her is comfortable, allowing me to move in and out of her easily yet touching all of those sensitive zones that make her want to scream. Bianca feels like she is losing her mind. She is fucking a strange man just feet away from her coworkers. She is risking her career and her marriage, everything she has worked for in her life and she isn't sure how it has happened! She knows that she likes it! The way I spoke, the strength in my voice, my confidence, all of it excited her. I'm a terrific cocksman and I'm driving her toward another amazing orgasm at the rate I'm going.
My forceful will is matched by my gentle touch. I'm incredibly tuned to her needs, every movement I make adding to her arousal until she is panting with lust. My hands flow over her body like liquid mercury, caressing her flanks like a master masseuse. I touch her back and hips gently, encouraging her to move with me. Soon I have Bianca pushing back as I thrust, timing our movements in an elegant dance of pleasure that has every nerve in her body buzzing with sexual energy. The pressure and intensity of my touch increases along with the power and rythim of my cock. Bianca feels her breasts begin to sway inside her gown, adding the unexpected pleasure of her nipples rubbing lightly against the material to her inflame desire.
I'm now breathing harder behind her and grunting softly each time I drive my cock deeper inside her pussy. " You are a beautiful woman. Your skin glows in the radiance of the moonlight. You are everything I knew you would be!"
Bianca feels a rush of pride in my compliments. She is torn between her fear of getting caught and her need to feel me cum inside her. She feels my hands caress her ass and then, without warning I prodded her rosebud with my thumb. The shock of the sensation caught her completely by surprise and sends her body reeling. I push again until her rose opens slightly and to her astonishment, Bianca explodes in orgasm.
She yelps and moans as her pussy convulses on my shaft, oozing her juices down her thighs. Her body shaking violently and her knees threatening to give way as she is consumed by the tide of her orgasms. I drive into her hard as she came, pushing into her deeper over and over until her eyes glaze over from the exquisite torture her sensitized pussy is receiving. My cock seems to grow harder as I slam her supple body. She winces as I take hold of her hips with my hands and impale her with one final thrust.
She hears the sound of my growls and groans behind her as a hot wetness suddenly fills her pulsing pussy. I stroke deeply again and each time I pull back another hot burst of my thick cum coats her vaginal walls and cervix until finally I thrust one last time and hold my length buried inside her. Bianca's head swims as her moment passes. She trembles and quivers uncontrollably as the spasms pass through her. I hold her hips now my grip has become gentle, keeping my slowly softening cock inside her until, finally, Bianca stood turning to face me. I kiss her softly. " You are magnificent my dear. A true creature of beauty and passion " Bianca adjusted her gown, nervously smoothing the fabric to conceal the effects of our sex. " That was amazing John. It really was." " Oh we are not finished my dear. That was but an aperitif. The Champagne before the banquet."
I reach down retrieving her forgotten panties from the floor. " I have a room reserved on the 47th floor. I imagine that you will want to take your leave from that party shortly after I go." With a devious smile I slip her panties into my jacket pocket. " You may have these back when you meet me there." " You have a room here? Why didn't you say so before?" I smile. " Because it excited me to have you here." I turn and walk calmly into the apartment. " Room 4781. Please do not make me wait for too long." Bianca watches me walk away and laugh easily to herself. I can't wait five minutes? I've got balls, no doubt about that! She thought about what she had just done and wondered if she should meet me downstairs. The wise thing for her to do. of course, would have been to just go home and bury this wonderful experience in the private recesses of her mind, keeping it only as her own personal secret.
In that moment Bianca may have found the strength to go home but she knew that all she would find there is a husband drunk on cheap beer. It is a thought that filled her with revulsion. She thought about me and her belly flutters at the thought of meeting me again. Just an aperitif? My god what would my banquet be like? Bianca ponders the possibilities as the glow of her orgasm slowly wanes. The excitement of the moment has passed and now she feels strangely relaxed. As she freshen up in the bathroom it occurrs to her that she isn't even debating whether or not she is going to follow me to my room. She knew she will. The only thing that surprises her is how strongly she desires too.
I'm unlike any man she has ever met. Yes, I'm not handsome, strikingly rugged in fact but that isn't what is attracting her. There is just something irresistible about me that she finds impossible to ignore. She knows that I expect her to come to me and when she thought about it she didn't want to disappoint me. I had told her to be there and she is going to be, just because I had said so. How very odd! Why would I care about how he would feel? She just let me fuck her and now she doesn't want me to be upset? What the hell is happening to her!
She had never felt anything like it. He had taken control of her body and now it seemed he had taken her free will as well. Bianca laughed quietly to herself again as these thoughts played out in her mind. It was as insane as it was…exciting. He had already gotten her to cum twice in just a few minutes and that was while standing on a balcony. My god, what is he going to do to me with an entire evening to do it in!
story by: horny fox
Author: horny fox
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