Flavor of the Weak: After Hours ~Client 282

Flavor of the Weak: After Hours ~Client 282
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November 1, 2008

Time: 1:30am

Client: #282

As Natasha finished singing a soft lullaby to her twins over the phone, she smiled at Anton. He stood across the room, smiling back at her as he said goodnight to his wife and hung up his cell phone. Natasha placed her phone back on the receiver and watched Anton begin to undress. “Are you going to sit there and watch or help me?” He asked softly. Natasha smiled again and teased, “You don’t pay me enough too.” Anton took off his silver tie as he walked toward her, then wrapped it around her, pulling her closer to him with it. “Five grand is all you’ll get from me tonight.” Anton whispered into her ear. She laughed.

It didn’t take long for Anton to undress. He removed his suit quickly, then reached his hand out for Natasha’s. She placed his hand in his and he pulled her off of the bed. She began to pull her sweater off over her head but Anton stopped her. “Let me. Unlike you, I don’t charge a fee.” He almost laughed at his own remark as he pulled off Natasha’s red, wool sweater. Usually, Anton would have to take down her hair too, but tonight, she wore it down just for him. He kissed her lips, then her neck as he unbuttoned her pants and slowly pulled the zipper down.

As he pulled down her pants, he went down with them, kissing her along the way. As she stepped out of them, Anton softly kissed her inner thigh, her soft red curls, and her folds. She moaned softly and let herself fall back on the bed as Anton urged her to. She propped her feet up on the edge of the bed and spread her legs to give Anton better access. He licked her until she was wet, then plunged his tongue deep inside her. She let out a cry of unbridled ecstasy and grabbed a handful of his black hair in her hands. “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah” She cried out as she arched her back and wriggled in pleasure. Natasha caught a glimpse of her red satin canopy before her eyes rolled back in her head.

Anton stood up and before she even realized he had stopped, he thrust himself into her. He put her ankles up by his ears and whispered something in Spanish. “What?” She managed to say breathlessly. “Tell me how much you like it.” He said again in English. Natasha simply moaned and tried to smile at him. When he pulled out of her, she immediately turned on her stomach and got on all fours. He pushed his hard cock in-between her ass cheeks, then grabbed the front of her neck and pulled her back to his chest.

“You know me so well.” He said in a tone that made Natasha shake from the inside out. He let his rough hand drop down to her wet pussy and stroked her clit firmly. “Oh, don’t!” She cried out. But she knew that Anton wouldn’t stop. Only Anton had the power to touch her spot like that and make her go absolutely wild. She held both of her hands over his, moaning and feeling the vibrations of his groans from his chest on her back.

She could feel herself cumming, and wrapped her arm behind and stroked Anton’s neck. He reached one of his hands up to her breast and squeezed them tightly. She came, doubling over in passion and exhaustion. Anton lay on top of her, only holding himself up on one arm. She could feel him throbbing inside her. “Oh God.” She heard him say as he nestled his face in her long red hair. She pulled away from him only to turned back on her back. “Again.” She said, pulling him on top of her. “No, no, I can’t.” He halfheartedly protested. She folded her long legs around his back and looked at him sweetly. “Pretty please?” She batted her eyes which made him laugh. “I’m afraid that sweet face won’t work this time. I need something more to…persuade me.” He said as he laid next to her on the bed.

Anton’s cock stood in the air, wanting her, calling her. And who was she to ignore that call? She smiled at Anton and she slid her body across the wet silk sheets towards his massive erection. She kissed the tip, then circled her tongue around the edge, teasing him. As she took him in her mouth, he reached down and caressed her ass, lightly spanking her. Watching her head move up and down, Anton took in a shallow breath and began to speak in Spanish. Natasha could only make out a few words; ‘Love you. Love this. Make you mine. Deep.’ Then, moments later, Natasha did her signature moved that drove Anton wild. She flipped her hair, looked him in his eyes, then ran her tongue seductively up this cock and smiled. Anton came just after she took him in her mouth again and she swallowed every drop. He held her by the back of her neck, not letting her move as he came hard. Finally after a few minutes, Anton relaxed and his hand fell back onto the bed.

Natasha straddled him and Anton watched her contently. She rode him softly as he softly touched her breasts. He wanted to do more, so much more with her than he was doing, but he was tired. Natasha knew that he was, but it didn’t stop her from getting all she could out of him. “Do you like that, baby?” She said in a seductive voice. “You know I do.” He replied. She leaned down and passionately kissed him. He rolled with her in the sheets while stroking her breasts and thighs. Then, all of it stopped when there was a knock on the door.

“Boss, it’s been over two hours. We really should go.” A voice called through the door. “I’m coming.” Anton called back in an angry tone. He gently stroked Natasha’s face. “If only we were married.” Anton whispered. “We are,” she said jokingly, “just not to each other.” Anton smiled at her, but it was a bittersweet smile. The two collected their clothes and got dressed. Anton glanced at her standing in front of her bed with the ruffled sheets. He smiled at her as she routinely pinned her hair back neatly and straightened out her clothes. She looked like normal and if Anton hadn’t have been an active participate in what had just went on, he wouldn’t have believed it. Natasha looked up when she realized Anton was staring at her and smiled.

He walked over to her and kissed her softly. “I’ll see you in church tomorrow.” Anton said. “A mobster and a mistress in church? Sounds like fun.” Natasha replied. “After tonight, we both need it.” Anton smiled her one last smile, then left the room.

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