Drinking my wine on a clear glass, I sat boldly as I watched Ingrid dance in front of me, stripping the piece of the fabrics covering her, painfully slow. Is she teasing me?
Leaving the wine on the table I stood up as I went to her before slapping her and told her to stop teasing me, Grabbing a fistful of hair attached to her head I dragged her to a room. Closing the door shut I threw her on the bed. She looked at me with slight tears.
"This is what you want, correct?"
The girl only shook her head sitting up further on the bed, she tried to control her breathing.
"No? But you liked it, didn't you? You wanted me...You wanted this."
I cried for him to stop, but he only continued to peel off the rest of my clothes and then groping my tits forcing me in a heated kissing session.
Leading to another painful, but pleasurable sex....
Moaning bounced off the walls as he pounded on me, every thrust gets harder, deeper, ahh fuuuck~
I closed my eyes as I let him have a great time with me, I am most certainly enjoying this, after all. Maybe I am a mistress, or a prostitute?...No...I am HIS Personal Prostitute. Only he can fuck me like this, after months of secretly being with him. It feels GREAT...Is this really what I want? Yes, I want him. But not like this....But I will have to accept this. If I am going to be a mistress, then I AM HIS MISTRESS.
I am the only mistress he will have...Or am I?
The slapping of skin, his palm hitting the skin of my ass, ohh yeeees~
He pays me just to keep my mouth shut, pays me to have sex with him, basically to give him his daily sexual desires. I'm starting to think, What is Frances doing with Tad on bed???....
Its been seven months since He got married to Frances and she never even suspects a thing!
Things are going swell...
That is if you're me.
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Foul Play
Roman d'amour"Tad..How could you?! You fucking cheated!" Screaming at my husband after I found out that he's been having sex with my best friends... those back stabbing, Husband stealing, liar! I fumed, with a red face I started to jab a pointed finger at my 'l...
