"Kentucky Blend"
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Chapter 2: I know we live in a haphazard, MTV world where one image or impression or even thought is not unavoidably followed by a sequential one, but you'll have to kind an exception here... read the first feature to follow the surge... if you haven't done so already... The chronometer moved laboriously towards seven o'clock. Teasingly, tauntingly.
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I sipped champagne and sat in a preside over in the far away corner of the suite dressed in a new, stabbing suit by Hugo Boss. New clothes for a another man. It was now or never.
It was now.
At 6:57, I heard a rap on the flap. Natalie. Fruit of my loins. Plague of my sparkle for the history several years. The daughter who had never given me a ability to prove my value. Successful marketing executive with a sordid skeleton in the cupboard past: internet mpeg fuckstar. How many men had jacked off to the pixelated similes of her inhaling cocks of every colour into every fissure she possessed? Hundreds? Thousands? And now I would ask for my revenge.
"Door's commence".
I was surprised at the cool, dependable tone in my pronounce as I spar. New man, indeed.
There was a brief pause before the flap handle turned, ever so timidly, and the entry swung open. A stool pigeon sign she was edgy. Not like her at all. Maybe not.
She stood there looking lovely. More lovely than I remembered. More elegant than in her countless, sweating humping flicks. Dark indigo and finely cut. Donna Karan, by the looks of it. The very motion picture of a lucrative business woman, and she knew it. I knew, however, that she wouldn't be capable to make out who I was, due to the skillfully arranged shadows.
She, on the other employee, stood in the entrance in the luminosity. Like a upset lion on the wide-open savannah in the hunter's sights. Stinking of authority.
Natalie did so with a kick of her high heel, the entry thunking shut. Taking her all in. Her poise and grace, her persistently bitchy attitude, her cold demeanour. The haughty seem in her eyes was one I knew all too well.
But now the tables were crooked. I pressed the 'mess about' button on my faraway control and the box zapped to vivacity. In an minute, hot fucking images appeared on the portly television screen and her eyes flashed over to it. She maxim her own tackle and mouth swallowing an hopelessly hard cock, her eyes flirting seductively and disreputably with the camera as she bobbed up and down on the ray. Her spit moistening the cock as her rule moved downward, winning the whole raise down her throat. Without sporadic.
"Now what? Sucky sucky, fucky fucky? Is that what you famine? I'll let you know what to do and when to do it. My voice low and deeper than normal, in an make an attempt to disguise my pronounce as best I could. Maybe it's the only joy I'll experience in my gloomy life. Whatever the case, please just do as you are instructed, without bitching or argumentative or attempting to profit an upper hand. Let it spring. And let me take you back you that in the consequence that I don't promote to it home by one in the cock-crow, my computer is programmed to send mpegs of your fuckstar career out to your intact company and client make a list."
'Yeah, yeah, so you said...
"And, if you fail to cooperate while you're here, I have just to press a knob and the same business will happen."
She nodded. The TV check flickered as the vision changed to another fucking event in which Natalie was riding a lingering, hard cock on a twin bed. She glanced over and watched it."
She shrugged. Her eyes residual on the show, where she frenetically, desperately slammed her burning cunt down onto the man's lift as though irritating to get every ample creep inside of her. Her tits full of life wildly, her have control over rolling in thrilled circles.
I watched her examination herself. She didn't dislodge, but her eyes conical and, even more revealingly, her backtalk opened ever so to some extent.
"Most enjoyable viewing, isn't it?"
All could she do was sign. I median, before I made your acquaintance?"
She crooked to face me.
"Oh, I get it. You're one of those pathetic fuck who pays for a hooker and then solely "talks" to her....." She followed that with a sniping little snort.
"Hardly, Natalie. It's merely that it fascinates me so. You noticeably enjoy it."
She bowed back to the show.
'I watch them once in a jiffy...'
'I'll wage you do... Please go over to the foundation, with your back to me."
Showtime.
She snapped out of it and was about to fire off a offhand bitch remark, but idea better of it. She walked haughtily over to the floor. The roundness of her ass was very deceptive in her problem suit. On cover, her ass was bare and in the administer of being unfold wide open by the slow cock. I crooked up the sound so that Natalie could understand herself moaning resembling the cockslut she was and always will be.
"The barely briefcase on the floor. It contains something to a great degree be using at present. As mentioned, I'll require your complete cooperation. Open it."
Natalie bent over and opened the black ?attach case on the floor. The only piece inside was a big, black buttplug.
"Pick it up."
I heard her 'tsk' but she did it, attractive the buttplug in one offer, holding it tightly, as though testing it's girth.
I stood up for the first calculate in ages and straightened my ensemble. I was very aware of my creation that telted my trousers. Even though I'd had a constantly challenging cock for the past week since it all began, there was no have doubts that my raise was harder than it had been for living. I hadn't even jacked it for three years in anticipation for this occurrence. And now, Natalie was in the space. My daughter. My mpeg fuckslut.
She sensed that I had motivated and was about to curve around but I blocked her. At all era. Watch yourself fucking, fuckstar. I walked slowly over to her. Taking in her curves, glancing occasionally over at the skirmish unfolding on the screen. Right now Natalie was thrusting her ass backwards onto the raise, trying to get more and more of it up her difficult ass, her arms behind themselves on the roadblock. Her desperate grunting and squealing to the top the room; "Yeah, yeah, fuck my ass with your sizeable cock, baby... fuck it, fuck it, fuck it...."
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