The Seduction

By: Roxy Sloane

Seduction: Book One


All women look the same on their knees with their mouth wrapped around my cock.

You like to think you’re different, special somehow. You spend all that time fixing your hair and makeup, picking out a dress that your annoying friend swears makes you look like a million bucks. But you want to know the truth? I don’t give a fuck. After a hundred lays, you all look the same to me. Blonde, redhead, brunette-- the view’s the same from up here. The crown of your head bobbing, the round globes of your naked ass. The only thing that’s different is how you suck me off.

The woman down there right now is no pro, I’ll tell you that much. I’d bet she hasn’t been on her knees in years. No wonder her husband hired me, dealing with this bullshit. She’s eager though, lapping away at me, fumbling with my balls, letting out little breathy moans as she struggles to take my massive dick deeper in her mouth. She can’t get up a rhythm to save her life, so I save her the trouble: fisting my hands in her hair and yanking her closer, fucking her mouth, deep and hard, until I’m hitting the back of her throat and she’s whimpering like crazy, sucking me down, desperate for more.

Fuck yeah, like that baby.

I feel the tightness in my balls, that shiver in the base of my cock. I’m close, but fuck it, I’m not getting paid to cum all over her naked breasts. With a growl, I yank her off me and throw her face-down over the couch. She gasps in surprise, but I don’t wait a minute before grabbing her hips and slamming into her from behind, all the way to the fucking hilt.

She screams, arching back against me, grinding desperately on my cock. I shove her down again, trapping her in place as I piston in and out of her wet pussy, over and over,

“God!” she cries, gasping beneath me. “Oh my god! Vaughn! That feels so good!”

Her voice is irritating me now, distracting me from the warm, wet clench of her cunt, so I pull her body up against me, gagging her with one hand while I squeeze and pinch at her breasts. They’re damn fine too, big and ripe, bouncing with the impact every time I slam into her, impaling her with my cock, driving so goddamn deep I can feel her walls with every thrust.

Her pussy starts trembling. She’s close. I thrust, again and again, until the world goes dark and there’s nothing but the slide of my cock and the friction of her dripping channel. She comes with a scream, clenching around me, and I finally let go. She falls to her back, those gorgeous tits bouncing in rhythm. I let out a roar, fucking one final thrust then pull out, coming in a hot spurt all over her.

Fuck. I pump with my fist, spilling my milky seed all over her chest, her hair, her face until finally it ebbs away and I’m done.

She pants, her face flushed, staring at me adoringly. “That was amazing,” she breathes.

I’ve had better, but she doesn’t need to know. “It was all you,” I tell her with one of my trademark grins – the kind that would melt her panties right off, if she wasn’t already naked and dripping with my cum. “You were amazing.”

I zip my jeans up and take two strides to the console, picking up the digital camera I have waiting there. Before she can wipe me from her chest, I snap a photo.

“What are you doing?” she frowns, uncertain.

“Just something for my private collection,” I wink. “Smile and say, ‘pussy’.”

She bites her lip, but then strikes a pose, pouting her lips and pushing her breasts up with both hands. “Promise you won’t show them to anyone,” she says, spreading her knees and giving the camera what she thinks is a sultry look.

“Promise,” I lie, snapping off a whole dozen more. Naked breasts, shaved pussy, even the moles on her right hip in case she tries to cry Photoshop. “These will just keep me company, every time I think of you.”

“Why don’t you come pose with me?” She licks her lips again, but I’ve got no interest in a second go at her pussy. My job here is done. “I’m going out,” I tell her, turning away.

“But...” Her eyes fill with tears as she realizes she’s naked and covered in cum in some stranger’s apartment. “I thought... I thought...”

“What? That I love you?” I ask. Goddamn, these women are so fucking naive. “I knew from the start, I could never have you,” I explain, trying to look regretful. “You’re married. This can never be real. I should go now,” I add grabbing my jacket and head for the door. “Don’t make this harder on me than it has to be.”

It’s the same bullshit line I give all the women, like I want nothing more than to make this random fuck into something meaningful – and they’re the ones keeping us apart. But the truth is, sex is always a lie. I learned that the hard way a long time ago, and this is my payment for ever caring. Caring is not worth the pain. So I changed. I became who I am today. A fucking machine.

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