Twisted Liaisons

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

On paper Janelle's life seems perfect, great job, amazing home, nice cars and a bank account that couldn't run dry if she begged it to. But she's missing something an ache, deep within her core that needs to be satiated and for some reason only he can put out her fire... Or maybe

Summary

On paper Janelle's life seems perfect, great job, amazing home, nice cars and a bank account that couldn't run dry if she begged it to. But she's missing something an ache, deep within her core that needs to be satiated and for some reason only he can put out her fire... Or maybe

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Teaser

Author Chapter Note

This is a story about a young lady who has deep desire to be mastered but she doesn't know it yet. Follow along as Janelle discovers that true submissiveness is actually the key to to Mastering her life... Please leave comments below.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 11, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Twisted Liaisons

 

Chapter 1: The Teaser

 

 

 

My name is Janelle Elaina Sumpter.  I am the top Account Executive at Benson Samson Daniels, the largest marketing agency in North America. And I am currently standing in the longest security line I’ve ever been in hoping I don’t miss my flight to New York a business seminar. I glance down at my phone in annoyance. “Ugh,” I grumble aloud rubbing my manicured hands along the brim of my nose. This is a trip my assistant Nancy would normally take but my assistant came down with the flu so now I’m here. I take a really deep breath and hold it as I bend slightly over to remove my Jimmy Choo’s. I guess I leaned forward a little too far because next thing you now I’ve crashed head first into a firm ass and land hard on my knee.

“Fuck...” I say to myself as I look and see that I’ve scraped my knee. I try to pull myself up when I feel a set of strong arms one on my waist and the other under my arm. I turn my head and look up to see this handsome green eyed man staring down at me. “Ma’am are you alright?” he questions. My mouth is dry and I’m at a loss for words because the 6’3 athletically built gentlemen looked like a Greek god. And those fucking eyes, the very intensity of them made me moist. He was perfect. Just absolute perfection. I bit my bottom lip, “Mm hmmm” I nod as he sets me back on my feet. Once he’s sure I have my balance he bends down and hands me my shoes with a warm smile. I smile back as I try to get the dirty thoughts of him bending me over the security table and fucking me hard in front of everyone in the line. I shake my head and place my items in the bin and walk through the metal detectors and watch the mysterious man walk away.

“Finally,” smiling to myself as I make my way to gate B19. When I get to boarding gate I look around to assess the type of flight I would be having. I see no children, and there’s only about 15 people which is to be expected with how early it is. They begin to call for first class and I head towards the door to board the plane. Once I’m settled in, I ask for the flight attendant for a heavy blanket and close my eyes. I slowly start to drift into a fantasy when someone or something bumped into my scraped my knee hard “ouch… Fuck” I say out loud and open my eyes to identify the assailant that not only re-hurt my knee but also disturbed my fantasy. “I’m so sorry I don’t know why this keeps happening,” replied a deep velvety voice. My pussy literally begins to drip from the sound of the of the familiar baritone voice I hear. I glance up realize that the Greek god is the one who bumped my knee and will now be sitting next to me. Our shoulders graze as he takes his seat, a warm electricity runs from my head to my already wet pussy. “No you’re fine it was totally an accident and if we’re being technical the first time was my fault,” I say as my eyes wander up and down his body and traveling slowly back to his eyes. He grins sexily at my obvious assessment and moves to adjust the seat.

  “My name is Dalton,” he smiles and extends his hand for a handshake. I place my hand in his and an electric current ran towards my pussy. I noticed he was married after he released my hand and sighed in slight disappointment. His shoulder brushed against mine as he sat down. “Damn I can’t seem to keep myself off of you huh..?” he chuckled while buckling his seatbelt. The warmth of him near me caused me to subconsciously grind my ass into the seat as his cologne filled my nostrils. He was literally assaulting all of my senses and though it wasn’t by any means something I was used to I still loved it. “I never caught your name,” he said turning to face me. There was something undeniably in the way he looked at me and lust was written all over his face. “My name is Janelle,” I smiled and bit my lip from Dalton’s mesmerizing gaze. He rewarded me with a sexy smile in response. Once again my body was reacting to this man as heat ran down my body and I could feel my nipples rise from the friction of my black lace bra,  ”Relax Janelle it's not like you’re actually going to get the chance to fuck him...” I think to myself while trying to steady my breathing. “Janelle...Hmmm, I like the sound of that…Well I’ve had a long night Janelle” he said while staring at my lips “so if I snore too loud please do not hesitate to let me know” he said bring his gaze back to my eyes. I nod my head in response not trusting my vocal chords to their job. Taking one last glance I lean back into the seat and prepare myself for takeoff. As we pull up into the sky I say a small prayer and allow myself to drift to sleep. I try to sleep but the only thing on my mind is the Greek god sitting next to me, and how easily he gets my body to react to him without actually trying. I’m appalled with myself actually. At work I’m considered a hard ass, which is great for business and horrendous on my personal life. I am an ambitious, driven independent workaholic, I get a high from success and because of this my love life has suffered. I mean here I am top executive 2 cars, an awesome condo and a retirement plan that would put Steve Jobs to shame and it has been a year and a half since I’ve had sex and longer if we’re talking sex that ends in an orgasm. I turn over to see his eyes closed and chest rise and fall heavily as if he is asleep. I bite my lip as I study the handsome features of his face, “maybe I can have a little fun while this sex god asleep,” I think to myself. I figure I’ll never get to actually have sex with him and 1st class is empty except for our flight attendant, so a little play time can’t hurt anyone. I slowly recline my seat until it's lying flat.  I carefully draw my knees up and apart a little and push my hand down the waist of my skirt. I begin to rub my fingers along the lace of my panties towards my pulsing clit. I imagine kissing behind Dalton’s ear, down his neck trailing hot kisses down his chiseled chest down to his hip bone, I close my eyes and put a little more pressure against my clit. I allow the dirty thoughts to take over my mind, and rock my hips into my hand. “I bet his dick is long and thick,” I think to myself. I imagine myself unzipping his pants as I fall to my knees, pulling his dick out from his pants I feel it jump is my petite hand. I lick the press cum off of the tip and circle my tongue around the head of his engorged cock as I squeeze around the base. A small whimper escapes my full pink lips as I slip a single digit into my drenched pussy. With my eyes closed I gingerly circle around my clit as I imagine my tongue doing the same to his dick. My lips part as his dick enters into my mouth fully. I lower my head onto the shaft of his dick until my nose is pressed against his soft pubic hairs. I slip two fingers into my pussy as I imagine his hands buried in my thick tresses fucking my mouth hard and fast. I grab onto the armrest as I massage his balls in my mind. The harder he fucks my wet mouth, the harder I fuck my pussy… My pussy clenches around my fingers as I gag on Dalton's imaginary dick I can hear my fingers slosh in and out of my pussy. Worried I may be a little too loud, I turn my head to see if Dalton is still asleep. I open my eyes slightly and gasp at what I see. Dalton is staring at me with lust filled eyes… I can feel my face get warm with embarrassment when I realize I’ve been caught red handed playing with my pussy in front of this man, for God only knows how long. I start to pull my fingers out when he reaches forward and holds my hand in place. “Oh no, don’t you stop on my account,” he says in a low voice. He leans into me and his lips brush against my earlobe “Janelle... you didn’t cum yet… Let me see that pussy cum.” I shudder as the warmth of his breath travels down my neck. He get up and sits in the seat directly facing me, he leans forward and places on my legs. I tense at his touch, “relax” he says as he pulls my black lace panties down around my ankles “I won’t touch…” spreading my legs a little further. “I just want to see what that pretty pussy looks like,” shaking his head. “I want to taste you so bad” he growls digging his nails into my calf muscles. I release a small breath as he pulls my blanket up slightly giving him the full view of my moist pussy. My eyes dart around worried we might get caught “you’re married,” I say. “Hey,” he says, “we’re the only ones in first class and the flight attendant is in the cockpit and as far as me being married I won’t touch... I’m just looking… so relax.” “Again with that word” I mumble, I bite my lip and look directly into his eyes, fuck it I don’t know him and I’ll probably never see him again. With new found courage I spread pussy lips open so he can get a better view of my slick wetness I dip two fingers into my pussy curling them just right so they hit my g-spot. I push in deep so that the palm of my hand grazes against my swollen pink clit. In and out… in and out I pump into myself keeping my eyes locked on his. I notice him unzipping his pants “good girl” he growls out as his cock springs from his boxers.

  There before me is the most beautiful penis I have ever seen, I honestly didn’t expect him to be as big as he is. He grips the base of this member hard and begins to slowly stroke himself. Up and down, in and out we keep up a steady pace matching each other stroke for stroke. Each time I dug my fingers in my drenched hot pussy my palm would brush against my hardened clit causing my caramel colored thighs to tremble. I arched my back grinding my pussy further onto my already soaked fingers… I bite my lip and roll my eyes back as my release gets closer. I look up to see Dalton's eyes trained on my fingers, he bites his lip and his breathing becomes hitched. He looks into my eyes and I can tell we’re going to cum together. “Cum for me baby girl…  Mmm, yeah that's it let it go…” Right as the words let his mouth I thrust my fingers into my drenched pussy one more time, I hit my g-spot again and my body jerks in a spasm, it was all I could do not to scream. “Ahhhhhh fuuuuck, fuck, fuck, fuck”, I moan softly as I ride out my orgasm. Meanwhile Dalton is across from me riding out his, “oh fucking shit,” he said tensing while his cum drizzled down his beautiful cock. Adjusting myself as best I could I get up trying to rush to the restroom, I am totally embarrassed by my behavior. As I turn to leave Dalton grabs my wrist “what the fuck are you doing?” I snap. He raises his eyebrow and shoots me the sexiest glare “I’m going to have to teach you how to watch that dirty little mouth of yours huh...” he asked rhetorically smirking to himself. Looking me directly in my eyes he took my still pussy soaked fingers into his mouth, licking them clean and with all seriousness he replied “I couldn’t let all of that go to waste, now could I? I bite my lip in response because nothing I say now would be logical. He drops my hand and adjusts himself in his seat. I turn to head towards the bathroom confused and extremely aroused by what just transpired. “Oh and Janelle…?” I pivot on my heel slightly and turn to look back at him, “I’m not done with you… not by a long shot.”


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