Tease

*This was written for an old blog I had in the past, possibly directed at a couple of my regular commentors. They used to complain about the fact I would break my stories up into multiple parts, leave them hanging and wait a few days to write the next part, heh*

I’m a bad bad bad bad bad bad boy.

See, there are certain people who would say I’m a ‘Tease’. I have no idea what they are talking about.

There is this little game I like to play where I live. It’s called: ‘The Freeway Flirting Game’. I do so happen to live in the same place as that idiotic prime time soap opera with the super hot chicks: the ohhhhh seeeee? (OC) Yeah. I live there. Except I’ve been here a long time and no one, and I mean NO ONE calls it the ohhhh seeee. I can’t even bring myself to type the initials. Anyway. There are literally, a crapload of freeways here. Just take my word for it. I drive them every friggin day back and forth. Which gives me ample time to indulge myself in my little pastime.

Now, I’m not saying the girls here are stuck up. Noooo I’m not. (Not sayin she’s a gold digger, but she ain’t messin with no…. heh) However, it does take a bit of work to get under that ‘I can’t be bothered by the likes of you’ aura most of them exude out in public. Can’t say that I blame them. There are oh, 20-30 million people in the area I live in. I’m sure most girls here get hit on all the time. Common place really. So there is a little wall built up around them, out in public. Certainly not as friendly as say, the sweet, hot, sexy Georgia Peaches that I know… or the hot, saucy, little TX firecrackers that I may be in acquaintance with.

Once you get to know the girls out here, get into their confidence, they loosen up pretty quick. That and a few drinks never hurts!

Bzzzd

Her Blackberry Buzzed. An incoming Txt. She was sitting in the middle of the Quarterly Financial Meeting, mentally going over last minute details on the presentation she was about to give, as all the Regional Managers around the table were expected to do.

She didn’t pick up the phone but glanced at it. 

(Incoming Txt from DrFT. )

A shock went through her body.

“Oh God” she though… “How did….”

She thumbed the button to bring up the msg, keeping it inconspicuous while the NorthEast Regional Manager up doing his presentation. He was trying to explain why his numbers were so bad and getting hammered in the process.

She glanced down at the Txt: {10pm. Tonight.}

A shiver ran up and down her neck.

Her Blackberry Buzzed again while Mr. NE Regional Manager was being gutted in public by the various VP’s of the Division and Sr. Management Team. He looked like he was about to throw up.

(Incoming Txt from DrFT.) She thumbed it again:

{The Hyatt, next door to your hotel. I know you are already getting wet.}

She glanced back up.

“Son of a bitch, how does he do that? He always finds me when I am weak and I can’t so no”

Her pussy was definitely throbbing.

750 miles from home. 750 miles away in a semi-strange city. 750 miles away from her husband of 8 years and 2 kids. 750 miles away from home and about to give an extremely important presentation on her Regions Financials. Since she was the Regional manager, it would be her blood to spill if the VP’s had the notion to do it.

750 miles… and in the matter of 30 seconds all she could think about was… him…

She quickly replied, trying to cover it by acting like she was preparing herself to get up to do her presentation. She had a few seconds as the deflated and eviscerated NE Regional Manager slowly walked back , the Walk of Doom, back to his seat.

{Yes my pussy is wet. You know what you do to me. So stop being a bastard and just have that thick cock of yours up and ready tonight} She hit Send.

“Fucker thinks he can play with me like that! We’ll see”

5 seconds later:

(Incoming Txt from DrFT): {You are mine tonight Be ready to get fucked hard!}

As she walked up to the front of the table, her million dollar smile blazing for the Sr. Vp’s. Her 36D’s fitted oh so nicely in her business top and jacket, her skirt accenting the beautiful roundness of her ass and her long legs. She knew they were all looking. Even the defeated Mr. NE Regional manager that’s why she did it. Even at 35 she was smoking hot and she knew it. She was also a Regional Manager of a very large and successful company. On her way up the ladder.

And all she could think about was… him… him…. that raunchy devilish son of a bitch….ramming her with his hard thick cock, pulling her hair, filling her up oh so deliciously, pounding her pussy over and over and making her beg for him like a nasty little slut…

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