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Burst

Damaris was inordinately aroused, as she was driven back to her apartment. Nyla had her driver drive her back there, because she wanted her to be especially fresh for Jared.

Damaris had every intention of being ready for him.

When she went back to her apartment, she took off all of her clothes, and folded them neatly in the bathroom. She was on such a fire, she was almost afraid to touch herself. A finger on her nipple was like striking a match, and she thought she would come from doing just that so she was afraid to touch herself anymore. It would be so much better to burst with Jared when he got there.

Damaris dressed slowly because she was afraid that any touch would made her burst with pleasure before his arrival. Thankfully he was right on time like he always was, and she was ready for him.

“Beautiful,” he said, and the sound of his voice almost made her come with its resonance. He looked her up and down lingering–she had dressed for him to linger on her every curve.

Her gown was transparent, and he could see everything. She could see everything behind him in the mirror. He cupped her breasts immediately, as he kissed her neck. His breath at her nape almost took her over the edge, but she did not. She hoped that it would be one of the times when he could not wait and that he would take her swiftly against the door, or not so much further than that.

It was.

He pressed her to the full-length mirror by the door. Her lips, palms and nipples touched the mirror, as he pulled up the back of her gown. His grunts of urgency made her thighs shiver, as she was desperate for him. With wide eyes, she caught his in the mirror and he looked at her while he fucked her. Each thrust was all the more intense because he looked at her while he did. His eyes widened as she fucked him back, but they never stopped looking at each other even when she came so quickly she was ashamed.

Jared held her breasts, and kissed her temple as he looked at her in the mirror.

“Beautiful.”

It was.

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Core

Jumping into the water to skinny dip with Rafe was only the beginning of their experience together. Over the course of the weekend he had gotten to her core. It was not just that they made love all weekend, and that he got to her core literally either.

Lying in bed with him, Chloe felt a connection so deep as he caressed her after making love, his caress like they had not stopped making love drove her wild. She never imagined that her inappropriate crush on Oscar as an intern would have developed into something like this—opening their relationship the way he never had before with the woman who she was sure was one of the most important women in his life…as well as her mother.

Chloe had not really wanted to have dinner with Eliza and Rafe, but she did for Oscar. Eliza knew everything about her mother and Oscar, and then her and Oscar so that was intimidating. But what she felt when she met Rafe was big, and she would never have been open to even trying anything if it had not developed so organically. Oscar was having a weekend with Eliza, and she was not even thinking about it because it was not important at the moment.

Rafe lifted her hips, and she spread her legs all the more because his weight enticed her to. He spread her legs even more, and she moaned as the desire for him to fill her filled her. Her body was wired with desire and between her legs wet for him as she had been all weekend. He slipped a thick finger inside of her, and even though it was not the entry she had craved, it made her move toward him and he reached in with that come hither curl with his finger that made her arch up and cry out.

He hugged her, and her body vibrated with the orgasm that she had had. But it was not just with the physical pleasure, it was with the intensity of her emotions. She was falling in love with him so hard, and the way he made her feel she hoped he was falling for her too. Chloe was not sure though, and she could not ask him because she was Oscar’s. All she could do was live in the moment, and let him into her in all the ways that he would enter her.

She kissed his chest, and the heat of his skin seared her lips and burned her even more to the core.

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The Look of Lust

Damaris was Nyla’s best girl, so she had a relationship with her whether she wanted it or not. A lucrative one in which she invited her over once a week for a meal, and the guise of friendship. It was Damaris’ impetus on that–they both probably knew it was easier to keep an enemy close at hand than not.

One of her top clients who had never asked to see any girl more than once, now only wanted to see Damaris. Nyla could not deny that she had some kind of appeal, and plus she did look so much like Carole. And like Gui, Jared Martel was stuck on Damaris.

But even while Nyla wondered what kind of je ne sais quoi Damaris possessed, she looked in the distance for Andres who she knew had to be nearby but she could not see him and it made her ache for him in her heart the way she did between her legs.

Now that they were lovers she felt him even when he was not with her. The first time they made love, they had waited so long. When he entered her, they were both still. The sensation of entering felt like maybe the high that a criminal got entering a place they did not belong. But the two of them did belong, and she grabbed his buttocks and he moved in and out of her. Her hips floated after him between thrusts inside her, like she did not want him to leave her body even that little bit.

Presently Nyla crossed her legs, and looked for Andres surreptitiously. Her heart and between her legs hungry for him…

*** ***

Damaris drank the brunch cocktail, which she was not even sure what juice it was for the mimosa. No, it was a Kir Royale. She had an appointment with Jared after, and all she could feel was the way her body vibrated when he called her beautiful. She shivered thinking about his sound, his touch.

Nyla mentioned him, and Damaris bit her tongue not to give herself away. She sipped her Kir Royale, and it was tasteless as she was only thinking about Jared.

Damn Jared!

He made her toes curl when she just thought about him, and not just about the sex. His limited communication was as intense as words. The way he looked at her, touched her and worshiped her in bed he did not have to say anything at all. He made her feel like no other man did and how could she forget that?

But he was a client, he was not an option. Not that she had not ever dabbled with that before, but that was not who she was now. She was trying to get her life together. Nyla even had to give her her due—she was her best girl. She worked hard, and she had worked hard with Jared why he made love to her—had sex with her–the way that he did. It was a perk of being good at what she did. Even though the thought of him touching her made her shiver again. She could barely eat or drink because anything she put in her mouth tasted like Jared. She could taste him, feel him—everything already. When Nyla mentioned him, Damaris hoped she did not see her look of lust…

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No More Waiting

Should she have felt different? Nyla stood in the sand-covered part of the estate, her legs close together and her toes crossed. The sun draped her bare skin, and she wrapped her arms about her body. She did feel different, because she could still feel Andres inside of her.

They had waited so long for this, and now she wanted to savor her memory of it. Her memories were strong, but the feeling of Andres finding her now and pressing himself behind her was stronger. He wrapped his arms about her, his hand covered her breast as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Nyla pressed her head to his chest, her lips parted and she was not sure what was hotter–her nipple in between his fingers or the sun burning on her body. Andres placed his fingers in between her parted lips and she sucked them fiercely so hungry for the taste of his skin which made him squeeze her nipple harder until she cried out.

She needed him again, and turned to face him already hard against her. With her lidded eyes she stared at him so they could lie down even in the sand to make love again, not caring where she might get sand on or in her.

She would never wait for him again…

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Reprise

Eliza felt like the luckiest woman on earth. She and Oscar had ended up in the cafe where she first saw him with Chloe. She wondered if it was a haunt of any of the guests that had been there that day—who might have seen him chase her into the bathroom then?

Today would be a reprise then for those lucky few or many.

The cafe was a favorite because they served amazing food and especially coffee. A brand that her favorite museum used, and why she sat there for hours after she looked at her favorite pieces.

Oscar grinned at her expectantly. She sipped her coffee like it was her last one, before licking her lips. He looked at her lips, her breasts and it was hard to tease him like this but she could not help it.

They knew what they were there for.

She crossed her legs, and kicked him truly accidentally under the table. He took her ankle in his hand, pulled off her heel and caressed her foot under the table. He was not a fetishist, but he knew every part of her and how to play her.

Eliza closed her eyes, and he absently rubbed her foot in a way he knew would make her literally melt. She was limp and practically unconscious from the persistent pressure of his fingers in just that place.

“Are you ready?” he said, as she searched for her shoe under the table and followed him to the bathroom.

Return to the scene of the crime.

The lovely bathroom had not changed except for the soap–which was now guava and not papaya scented.

“I should make you wait you tease, but that would only be spiting myself,” Oscar grinned at her.

Eliza wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him. His kiss was amused but serious, as he slid his hand under her dress. This time by the sink they had sex. Oscar lifted her chin to make her look in the ornate mirror—at herself gripping the edge of the sink and him behind her. Eliza could just see his nakedness around her hips, and she moved her hips faster. She bit her lip but instead of being contorted in pleasure, there was mischief about her countenance.

Yes, she was the luckiest girl in the world—Oscar had finally come around. This was what she always wanted, even if she never told him and it was just a fantasy.

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Flashback: Heavy

Damaris has been the star for the last few weeks, but don’t forget Nyla!!! Here is a flashback … for next week!

Nyla was exhausted—what else could she be? Her body was heavy with lust, but she knew that Andres was right. If they were together she would be his, and she was terrified of that. Not of him, but of getting close to someone and not knowing where it was going to go again…if they would die.

She looked into his eyes when he told her she would be his, and felt the heat in her eyes match his. It was so easy to swoon, and touch herself at that moment. Her fingers between her legs, and then up toward her breasts. Nyla could barely stand, she was so heavy with lust and she wanted Andres to touch her. Anywhere.

He let his finger dawdle between her breasts, but as much as Nyla leaned into his touch, she knew he was not going to give into her.

“I want you, but not like this,” he sighed. She looked down, as he pulled her to him. “When we are together, there should not be sadness or any other conflicting emotions. It should just be.”

Nyla pulled away from him, and looked up into his eyes. She knew he wanted her, but she would not push him.

Then.

As heavy with lust as her body was, she moved like syrup to his quarters. Nyla was not sure what she was going to do, but she was there. Through his outside window, she saw him. Large, naked and with his hands on himself, the way she wanted to be-hand, mouth, something! Watching him manipulate himself the way he was, with his eyes were focused on his thick shaft made her swallow hard. That was exactly what she wanted, as he wrung his shaft itself with one hand and caressed his head more softly with the other. The room vibrated with his intermittent moans. Nyla slipped her hand between her legs because she could not help it! What was she supposed to do when he was fucking himself and she could only look?

But when her moans got louder than his—Nyla opened her eyes to Andres walking toward her. His stride was as purposeful and intimidating as it was when he was fully dressed guarding her.

“I told you Nyla…” he started.

“I just want to watch, I promise. I could not stay away from you so I wandered over here. I have no agenda, I would have just as happily have watched you sleep.” Andres smiled, and took her hand. Nyla looked at him, as she gripped him the way he had gripped himself. He helped her move her hand the same way he had, which he had not needed to do. Touching him was instinctual, and she had memorized his movement in that short period of time. “You finish yourself off–go back and finish yourself off. I was not supposed to be here.”

“And what,” he smiled crookedly. “now I am only going to think about you.”

Nyla let her fingers linger between his breasts teasingly like he had done to her moments earlier.

“What were you thinking about before?”

Andres full out grinned, as he walked back to his bed, Nyla grinned at the view of him from the back, before he sprawled onto the bed like he was before. There was something a bit more lascivious about that sprawl though, as he looked at her and grabbed himself again. Hot and wet, Nyla did not dare touch herself.

This was his show.

He watched her as he started, and Nyla held his gaze even though it felt like she was taking away from his performance. But when he got into it, he was in his own world. He used the same movement masterfully with intermittent variation and mlike any great concerto he knew his winning notes. At his grand climax, Nyla watched him erupt and felt he deserved a thunderous applause.

But they were both silent, the only sound was their audible breathing and silent desire unfilled…

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Cherry On Top

Damaris walked into the restaurant–which was a change for her and Jared. He usually came to her place called her beautiful, and walked out without saying much more to her.

But in the restaurant, he would have to say more to her? She was not sure…

When she walked over to his table, Jared looked up at her, wrapped his arm about her hips and squeezed her ass. She closed her eyes because she was wet as soon as she walked close to the table.

After she sat beside him, he kissed her neck and placed his hand right between her legs without haste. She could tell he was looking to see if she was wet.

She was wet, and parted her legs so that he could do whatever he wanted between her legs –which included him giving her a hand job that made her squirm and stare at the pretty painted lady on the wall holding a cocktail. Damaris closed her eyes when she came, and Jared tapped her leg to let her know she should place them closer together.

“You’re beautiful…” he said, and she clenched her teeth.

With his hand on her back, he ordered for both of them when the waiter came over.

Everything was amazing, every bite was amazing. They both ate with one hand because Jared held her thigh with his hand, and she held her hand over his.

“No dessert,” Jared said to the waiter, as he squeezed her thigh under the table.

Damaris knew she was it.

He led her from the table after he paid the bill. They walked to the elevator bank that led to the rooms that you needed a special key for. Damaris was startled when he cornered her in the elevator.

“Touch me,” he said.

She did, he was hot and hard and she got on her knees immediately to worship him.

He tugged her up by her hair. Damaris looked at him, as he unzipped his pants. She salivated looking at his thick shaft. Tasting it even before it was in her mouth, because she knew how good he tasted.

When the elevator door opened, Jared placed his hand on her back to lead her to his hotel room. Where she would be whipped cream, chocolate syrup and his cherry on top…

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Afterthought

“Thank you Didi,” Lee had said when he was walking out of her apartment.

She smiled, as she closed the door behind him. Didi was the name that she used for clients, it was a combination of her first and middle name—Damaris Demeter. Lee had made her feel like anything but the goddess she was named after.

And she loved it.

He was sweet as pie when he walked in to see her, slowly leading up to kissing and caressing her. He asked her how she was, and cooed over her.

In the beginning.

This slow buildup led to him asking her if she wanted to get fucked.

“You want to get fucked? Show me.”

Damaris knelt before him, he had already unzipped his pants and she eagerly pulled him out of them. Already wet from seeing the bulge in his pants even before she released him and put him in her mouth, Damaris held him with one hand and played with herself with the other.

Lee pulled his slippery with saliva shaft away from her, and she still licked and kissed his balls.

“Stop. Greedy slut, wait.”

Damaris continued to play with herself, and Lee played with himself. The mutual masturbation was hot, but she wanted him inside her. Sometimes he finished like that, and came wherever he landed on her. He liked watching her play with herself.

Damaris needed more, she pulled one of her breasts out of her camisole to play with as she continued to edge. Between her legs thumped with desire when he picked up a condom. The tiny sound of it as he did, made her such a very greedy slut for him.

He pulled her hair to pull her closer to his thighs, Damaris put her chin on his knee and looked up at him pleadingly.

“Get on all fours now,” Lee said.

He liked her best on the floor, where he spanked her while he fucked her, pulled her hair and called her all kinds of a slut which turned her on to no end. Lee made her ride him, he wanted her to show him how much she wanted him. She always exceeded his need, and sometimes he came too fast, and then he would spank her to punish her for being too much for him.

They would lie on the floor after, as he kissed the back of her neck and tell her how good she made him feel. How much he liked being with her.

And affectionately, he told her she was his slut.

Damaris pressed her cheek to her closed apartment door after he left, thinking about how good it had been. But when she closed her eyes, she was not thinking about Lee anymore…

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Another Song

Eliza decided she was going to sit there for another song, and then she would leave the cafe. It was so hard to leave for the moment. She could not stop looking at Oscar and the Sally lookalike.

They were the most striking couple there, and she was not the only person looking at them. Because after all Chloe–that was her name, right?–did have the wine splashed at her. Oscar caressed and kissed her nonstop at the table tenderly. Even people from the outside peered at them from their window seat.

When the song was over, Eliza stood to get up, and that was when Oscar turned around and saw her. She got up quickly to leave, as he kissed Chloe’s hand before putting it down on the table.

Seeing that the door was not an option, Eliza rushed to the ladies’ room and realized that was not a barrier. They had fucked in a ladies’ room before–he had followed her in there. Not in a stall, Oscar had lifted her up and placed her on the fancy sink before he entered her. She had held onto him for dear life, and recognized that sentiment now in Chloe.

Oscar followed her into the bathroom.

“Eliza,” he began.

She shrugged.

“There is nothing to say, you do not need to say anything to me.”

Turning to look at her face in the antique mirror, Eliza dug into her bag to reapply her lipstick and then look at him.

“I was going to tell you.”

“Why? There is no need.”

“I tell you everything.”

They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time. No words, just looked right into each other’s eyes–almost through them.

“She needs you, go. Tell me later.”

Oscar still looked at her for a long while. Then he took her hand and kissed it, before he walked out of the bathroom.

Eliza decided one more song before she would walk out of the bathroom too…

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Those Three Words

Her job sometimes made Damaris kind of a therapist–it was not just a roll on your back job like most people thought. It was the oldest profession for a reason—the service was needed whether society wanted it to be or not. She easily became Nyla’s number one girl, and it got to the point that she wanted only her regulars.
Including Jared.
He came to see her fairly often, and always told her how beautiful she was. Those were the only three words that he said to her, before he made her melt with sex that was so good she thought about it when she was not with him. That late at night, when she was alone she thought about him and her fingers played her pussy like an instrument that she needed to tune.
Lying on her back now with him, he still licked her like the finest cream. Damaris pulled at the bed sheets with pleasure, because he knew her so well even from their intermittent meetings. He spanked her because she squirmed and cried too much while pushing herself against his face.
When he spanked her, she stilled instantly—he did not need to say anything to her. She obeyed him without words, and came like she was free falling in a dream—kicking her feet about his shoulders and gripping them.
She put her robe on as he kissed the nape of her neck, and pulled her to him. He looked down at her softly—briefly—before he left. Her phone pinged to let her know that he had tipped her. His tips were always very generous, and she wrapped her arms about herself.

Dressed up like she was going on the fanciest date, Damaris looked up at the gorgeous photo of a nude woman from her table. It was late, so she sat at a cushy table all to herself.
She would not be alone for long. As a regular, the staff talked to her and there was always a man that wanted to talk to her. That was what she wanted…
…to talk.
Aside from those three words, Jared never said anything more to her than to tell her how beautiful she was. He made her body feel beautiful but not her soul, and she knew it was dangerous to feel this way about him…a client…
That was what she told herself…

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