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Amanda stood outside a high-rise apartment in Manhattan’s Upper East Side. The cold January wind ruffled her long hair and sent a chill through her body. She felt her nipples harden and press against the rough texture of her lace bra, concealed only by her shirt. She shivered. Should have dressed in more layers. But layers aren’t sexy and she needed to be ready if she saw him tonight. Amanda had visited this apartment before. Had been taken up to the top floor. Had been taken sexually in a way she’d never known. The man was a mystery. Tall, handsome, flush with money. A billionaire who takes what he wants from whoever he wants. Despite the cold all around her, Amanda felt a warmth between her legs as she recalled that fateful night three months earlier. He called it “claiming.” It was a process by which a man exerts total authority over the body of his lover. That night, Amanda had been his target. He’d plied her with drinks and the charm and confidence that accompanies wealth. In his penthouse suite, he’d stripped off her clothes while he remained in his suit and examined her body. One by one, he took everything that he wanted. First, he guided her hand to his pants and had her undo them and reach inside. She remembered the feel of his hard cock and how she’d wrapped her fingers around it and pulled it out into the light. On her knees, she’d prepared to place it in her mouth but he scolded her. “Not yet,” were his harsh words before he grasped her hand and moved it up and down. Up and down… up and down, her hand glided the full length of his shaft. With each stroke it grew longer and fatter, filling her hand. Now, she stared up at the top floor window where she’d stood naked, and remembered how happy she was that she hadn’t immediately put it in her mouth. It would have choked her as it expanded. She recalled how he was very particular that she switched hands, using her left for the same amount of time as the right. That way, he’d claimed to two parts of her. Two places on her body that could take in his cock and please him. Next came the mouth. He’d reached around to the back of her neck when she took his long member inside her wet mouth. About halfway along his shaft, she felt that she’d gone far enough and began to pull back. But he held her mersin escort head in place. When she glanced up, he simply nodded sternly at her. She looked back at the remaining exposed length of his cock and resolved to make him happy. Helped by his hand gently pressing the back of her head, she managed to swallow his total length. She recalled being strangely proud of herself. From there, he allowed her to perform a normal blow job. No deepthroating required. He had already taken that from her. He did not need it again. After about ten minutes, he hoisted her off of the floor and onto the bed. The sex was amazing. He twisted her body into positions she’d never tried but had often considered. He found ways to penetrate her deeply when she thought he could go no deeper. Missionary and doggystyle, from on her side to flat on her stomach, he thrust his huge cock directly onto her g-spot while she stretched out in pleasure, aroused by the sounds of her own moaning mixed with the feel of silk sheets on her naked body. Amanda could not remember how long the session lasted. It felt like days but was more realistically closer to an hour and a half. He simply would not cum, despite her begging and telling him that she wanted his semen inside her, on her, in her mouth. But he had refused. She recalled being in a sort of handstand position with him holding her legs like a wheelbarrow while he fucked her. And he’d then asked the question, “Do you want me to cum.” “Yes,” she’d cried, partially in pleasure, partially in pain from the soreness of fucking non-stop for ninety minutes. She’d already orgasmed twice and was wondering why it was taking him so long to climax. “I can’t,” he’d told her, simply. “Your pussy isn’t going to work for me.” Uh oh, she’d thought. She knew where this was going. He wanted anal. When men claim a pussy isn’t tight, it’s a thinly-veiled insult to pressure them into anal sex. “I’m sorry,” she’d said, as he continued to pound away, her arms getting tired and her breasts swaying against her chin. “Am I not tight enough for you? Why don’t you let me be on top? I’m sure I can get you off.” “It’s nothing like that,” he said as he paused thrusting into her and knelt, bringing her knees into contact with the plush mersin escort bayan carpet and maneuvering them into the doggy position again. “It’s simply that I haven’t had everything I want, you see. And I cannot orgasm if I don’t get everything I want. Every piece of you.” “I don’t understand,” she responded, a little worried as she felt him withdraw his long member. “I’ve seen so much of you,” he explained, “claimed so much of your body as my own. How many men can say they’ve done all this to you? Even long-term lovers have not experienced this much of your body in a single night.” Amanda admitted to herself that this was true. She felt him rubbing the tip of his cock against her anus, using her natural wetness to prepare it. Her eyes widened as she realized this small amount of lubrication was the only preparation she was going to get. When his cock’s massive head had begun to penetrate her, she’d squeezed her eyes tightly shut and winced. Jolts of pleasure and pain shot through her. Inch by inch he’d entered a place where only a few loves of her life had been. But he’d managed to get there, to claim it for his own, in only a single evening. Amanda was now thoroughly wet, standing in the cold New York air, thinking about the passionate, ravaging sex she craved. Her face flushed red as the feelings of intrigue, humiliation, and complete submission mixed within her. She had to find the billionaire again. Had to be laid claim to once more. It was all she could think about. She’d dressed particularly slutty that night, hoping to entice him on the off chance that they’d meet again. But he certainly had enough money to own more condos, in multiple cities, if he wanted. And, though she knew he sometimes resided here, she had no way of knowing when he would return. *** Nicole sat at her desk giving herself a manicure. Her work was boring and she had little to do. She always had little to do. But the job paid well and that’s what mattered. She had earned the right to do nothing. She was the personal secretary of Richard Galvin, a powerful young man who had inherited his billion dollar fortune from his father. As Richard walked in that morning, Nicole blushed for two reasons. One: she had forgotten how handsome he was. And two: escort mersin she had not seen him since her pay raise last month. Nicole thought back to that experience… She had been working for Galvin to see if she could tell exactly how far into her he was. She had to know. Had to know how much more of his throbbing cock she had to go until he was fully inside her and the agony could subside. She hoped he was all the way in. Hoped that was the reason it hurt so badly. And yet the pain continued to grow, deeper and deeper into her she felt it push until she believed for a split second that it might actually tear her in half. Tears rolled down her face as her mouth hung open in a silent scream, her impulse to gasp overriding her impulse to cry out. Adrenaline surged through her body. Her heart began to race. To pound. Harder even than before. She gripped the far side of the desk and let out a long slow moan that trailed into a high pitched squeal. Not of pain. But of pleasure. She had done it. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the mascara tear streaks down her face. Her messy hair and her sweaty bosom pressed against the desk beneath her. She was free. Free of all previous fears and inhibitions. Of every kind of shame that society put on her. Free to fuck her boss for money. To be fucked in the ass like a toy without fear or pain. She looked at him defiantly through the mirror as he proceeded to drive his cock over and over again into her ass. And, for the first time during the entire experience, she saw him smile, broadly and fully. He had made her his little slut. Had taken everything from her. And she didn’t care. This seemed to set him off. His victory, mixed with her confidence, invigorated him and he pounded her harder than he had throughout the entire time. He threw his head back in elation. And then finally – oh yes, finally – she heard the words that she’d begun to think she would never hear. “I’m cumming,” he grunted. “Oh my god, I’m cumming in your ass. How does that make you feel?” To Nicole, it felt great. Returning to her senses and to the moment, Nicole found herself staring blankly into space from her desk. Her eyes came into focus and she realized she was looking right at her boss who had just approached her desk. He stared at her sternly as she felt her cheeks flush red and a warmth crawl across the back of her neck. She couldn’t help but notice the slight bulge in his pants. “Mr. Galvert,” she said timidly. “Nicole,” he replied with a smirk, before walking passed her into his office.

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