Estina was a stunning 24-year-old, known for her captivating beauty. Her long, silky long brown hair flowed like a waterfall down to her fragile waist. Her piercing green eyes, plump lips, round and tempting ass, perfectly shaped breasts that weren't overly large and a soft button nose that could hold anyone in a trance state. Petite yet gracefully framed, her height was about 5 '5 inches. She carried herself with elegance and quiet power.
Estina wasn't just a pretty face, she worked at one of New York's top elite modelling agencies but hiddenly gave the stunning model names for elite business men to submit just one night stands.
She was listed among the top models in the industry, every brand wanted to work for themselves but she rejected due to the usual offers which didn't suit her mood.
One day, with pride in her style, Estina walked into the agency, wearing a sleek, fitted dress that hugged tightly her body, revealing every curve of her body. Her heels clicked rhythmically across the white tiles. But she could reach her destination, a deep voice stopped her steps in the middle of the way.
"I want to talk with you."
It was the CEO of the agency- a powerful man known his authority, arrogance and unchallenged control. His voice was cold, commanding, leaving no room for the question.
"Come to my office within the next hour." His voice held no room for arguments– it was laced with arrogance then turned back and walked toward his office.
Estina stood still for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know why he wanted to see her, but his tone hinted of something…. serious.
An hour later, Estina came to his grand office. The CEO was already seated back at the desk in his master leather chair, exuding with power like he owns this throne.
Estina walked up to the desk, dragged the chair back, and sat down gracefully. Crossing her legs, leaned slightly toward the forward. Her tight dress hugged her body perfectly, revealing a hint of cleavage as his eyes drifted toward her.
"Do you know Khalid Samir?" he asked, his eyes still locked to her body.
She formed an "O" with her mouth and raised an eyebrow. "I think I' ve heard about him. He's an older, rich man-nearly 65 years, also married but still chasing the woman half his age to fulfill his lust desires.
"The CEO gave a slow nod."
"I gave him your name…. to spend one fascinating night with him." He said, his voice low and heavy.
"Does he want my body for sex?" She asked, her voice slightly shaking.
"Yes, Estina. I didn't deny his order because this industry was running his money. If you say no, I'll fire you."
She looked down. She had no choice but to protect her position.
"Okay, I'll do it." She said, stuttering like a tongue wasn't supporting her.
At night 11:00pm:
She stood in front of the mirror in a dimly lit bedroom, wearing a tight red that barely reached her upper thighs. Her makeup was flawless, her red lipstick glowing on her full lips, bold and intoxicating. After finishing her makeup, she sprayed her perfume slowly over her neck, chest, wrist, stomach- each drop a weapon of seduction like killing.
She slipped the red heels into her foot and gave one last glance in the mirror.
Then she turned and walked downstairs, where a black BMW was already waiting for her outside the mansion.
The drive was long, and silence filled the car like fog. Her heart beat faster with every passing mile. When the car finally pulled through tall iron gates to the massive mansion estate's, two guards were already at attention to take the charge of safety. One of them walked forward, opened the door, and nodded without a word like the tap was placed on their mouth.
A servant led her inside the luxurious home, through the hallway that glistened the golden fancy lights. He opened the door at the end and left without a glance.
Estina hesitated for a moment, gathering her breath, then slowly stepped into the room, a strong scent of wine welcome to her.
The man inside was Khalid Samir, sitting on the couch.
He was shirtless, wearing only dark tailored pants. His chest was broad, powerful and lightly scarred, signs of ages, experience. His curly brown hair was neatly styled and his eyes were hungry and sharp–immediately landing on her like a lion was spotting prey.
"Welcome to my world, beautiful." he said, his voice deep and slow, like a spelling around her.
Estina's gaze moved across the room. At first it looked luxurious– velvet curtains, crystal decanters, polished wood. In the corner of the room, she noticed an entire collection of BDSM tools–ropes, masks, cuffs, leather straps, and different kinds of large and small dildos.
Her heart skipped a beat. She knew what kind of man he was now. A man who didn't just crave beauty– he wanted obedience, Power. Surrender.
He raised one finger, signalling her to come closer.
Estina walked toward him, heels clicking softly across the marbles and her breathing was uneven. She sat on the edges of the couch, close–but not too close.
Khalid's hand moved with purpose, sliding gently across her thighs. The touch wasn't rough, but it wasn't innocent either. It was confidenced.. practiced like he was taking a full course about them.
Her body tensed as his fingers brushed just below the hem of her thong but her breath was quicker, sharper of his every touch.
She tried to close her legs slightly, unsure whether to retreat or lean like the fire of desire aroused her mind.
She moved closer, slowly climbing onto his lap, her knee on either side of him. Their eyes locked, one was laced with lust and the other was feared.
Her chest rose and fell against his bare chest, heating growing between them.
"You know," he said, close enough to himself. When I first saw your photo, my lewd desire was burning over wanting you.
His breath touched her neck, his voice like velvet and smoke.
Estina stared up to his eyes-dark, unreadable and power shooting.
Estina settled her head over the tables, opening legs wide within his laps.
Khalid lifted the edges of her red dress, revealing the lacy red thong beneath. His breath hitched, and his eyes were darkened.
"Exquisite," he whispered, his voice coated with hunger.
He ran two fingers along the edge thin strap and dragged between her thong and removed then lifted it to his face, inhaling the scent like it was something forbidden.
"Do you always smell like temptation, or is it just tonight?"
Estina's throat tightened. Her body was on fire like a hot lava was building inside and a glistening pleasure ramp up to her core.
He leans his face between her thighs, inhaling the feminine scent which was further alluring sexually.
He leaped his tongue around her clitoris and sicked on his mouth and his both hands squeezed her boobs over her red fabric.
His mouth was working like magic and his every touch was dragged to heaven and a tingling sensation coursed through her pussy.
She was breathtaking and his crotch was grinding against her firm ass.
While he ate her pussy and raised up his face and your taste is like fucking heaven.
He started to spit on her pussy and tapped over her inner thigh and slid two fingers into her hot core.
When she felt her wall was stretched across his huge fingers and a tense pain slurred through her core.
She bites her lower lips trying to suppress her moan but his spread increases. She escaped a loud moan from her mouth.
She raised up her body, gripped his neck between her hand and bent her head, his two fingers rolled in and out of her birth canal.
She felt like reaching the climax and badly released his finger.
After some time both breaths were settled.
Get up and take off the clothes. Khalid ordered, his voice held no room of patience.
Her legs were shaking after one of first orgasms. While she got up her foot first removed the tight shirt and left the red bra.
He himself removed step by step his clothes after both stood naked. One eye was filled with fear and the other was laced with lust.
He rose up from the couch and his cook was hanging down between his thighs right and his size was huge enough like they did the surgery. It was a monster.
She thought it's fucking amazing when the monster cook was claimed my tight hole. She bit her lower lip and her smile turned up smirked.
She lay on bed, opened her legs wider and wider and her hand was moved down her pussy. She started rubbing to herself and then pinched her lips harder and faster.
She has been done many times, but every attempt a tense pain shot up through her fold. She tried to inhibit her groan but her struggle was a failure.
He climbed on bed and moved over onto her face and his cook was slammed over her nose, cheek and lips.
When he climbed on her, she see closer enough- it's her first time when who watched deeply a manhood. Her mouth was apart herself and welcome to him.
While he slowly entered her mouth.
Her hot mouth felt so good around his crotch. And a tingling sensation ramps over his stomach.
Oh ah ah, whore. You're keeping good. Just like that.
Ohh..argg. You're mouth is fucking delicious. He cutched her hair in his fist and try to fucking himself faster.
He felt near to climax and also she felt wet and wetness was spreading down her thighs.
Her greedy pussy was pulsating against his sucking cook.
He released jet by jet in her mouth. His tenses are salty and amazing. His breath was uneven and stomach was churning inside.
His cook was swelling inside her mouth and kept removing it again slammed onto her nose.
My whore. Did you sucked ever his manhood?
She nodded with no.
He bursted out laughing. Oh oh, my whore, he rubbed her bottom lips and his hips were settled on her chest.
She barely herself adjusted his weight.
Yes! Daddy! Yes! Fuck me harder. Please cum inside and full of my womb from your semen.
"God, baby….. you're so tight…like a fucking desperate…. daddy going cum
No other man fits so perfectly inside me and knows and knows exactly to touch me like my daddy. He's ruined me for all others.
Yes! Daddy I Got…
Both fingers are now….
Good Girl keep rubbing your pussy for daddy and make cum
Oh, it's feel so good daddy
But I wish it was your monster cock.
Me too princess. You make my Daddy's cock
so hard
Yes, Now… cum for daddy like a good slut you are..Cum hard for me. …Cum all over my fingers I Know how much you want the fuckfinger.