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“These are in the way. I better take care of them.”
Henrik falls to his knees on the floor in front of me. His thumbs hook under the lacey fabric of my panties and tugs. I lift my bottom off the couch to help him with his task. Leisurely he drags my undies down my legs, over my thigh high stockings and creates an erotic burn. My brain is still screaming at me to grab my panties and hobble out of this room like a respectable adult. Memo to brain: Go Away!
Once the fabric is loose and in his hand, he balls it up and tucks it into his pants pocket. I really hope I get those back, they weren’t cheap. My heart is racing as I watch his fingers smooth over the edge of the stockings. He lowers his head and juts his tongue out creating a small wet trail on the sheer fabric.
His eyes flick up to mine as his tongue leaves the stocking and lands on the warm skin of my upper thigh. I dreamed of this and various other acts with him, but having it actually happen to me is better than any fantasy I could have thought of. I push my legs open a little further letting him know how much I want this. I think my brain is half way to Arizona by now.
That’s when I feel two of his fingers slide inside me. I gasp at the sudden invasion but as much shock as my mind is in my body keeps in the moment, gently gyrating to his touch. As quickly as his fingers plunge inside me, they leave with equal pace. I whimper and see him take his fingers in his mouth and suck.
Lifting his head to show me his enjoyment he removes his fingers placing them back inside me as his thumb starts to circle my clit. Henrik’s gaze never leaves mine. I think I am drooling now.
“You taste better than I dreamed Morgana. I think I need another taste of your sweet pussy.”
I groan at his words and splay my hands into his dark brown waves helping him with his hunger. His head lowers and the first kisses on my thighs are light, fluttery. After a moment he stops. Just stops everything.
He doesn’t move. I tap his shoulder.
I hear a deep guttural snore vibrate from between my thighs. What the hell? I start to push at him but he is quite heavy. Finally I manage to squirm out of from under him.
He fucking passed out! Oh my god!
I push my dress back down and stand to figure out what to do. He is face down in the cushions of the couch and I know if he throws up he’ll suffocate. Crap, I have to move him.
“Brain? Oh Brain? I need some help here.” I whisper to myself. I can sense the glare from my brain, it’s not happy.
“Oh NOW you want me to help you. I seem to recall telling you not to do this, but NOOO you had to get your groove on.” My brain folds its imaginary squiggly arms at me and huffs.
“Brain, stop being an ass and just help me!”
“Hey, don’t get me involved.” My butt calls out.
“Fine, you want my help; get him lying on his side on the couch. That way if he pukes it will fall to the floor. You also might want to stay with him for a while to make sure he doesn't vomit or roll over onto his back.”
I roll my eyes at the task at hand. First I try wrapping my arms around his chest and lift. He doesn't even move an inch. The man must weight like 500 pounds because I almost broke my back with that move. I may have a bit a muscle on me...alright it is fat that I pass off as muscle, but Mr. Payne is too much for my 5’6” 150 lbs frame.
Standing back and assessing the situation I figure he is already partly on the couch, so if I can just push his bottom half on it should be good.
With all my might and my shoulder, I push Mr. Payne onto the couch and roll him on his side. Stepping away to admire my work I realize how sweet he looks asleep. His brow isn't creased in a constant scowl like normal. Mr. Payne’s relaxed face is sexy and cute at the same time.
A thought pops into my head. A very dirty thought.
“Don’t you even think about that Morgana!” My Brain starts its warning.
I ignore her and kneel down next to him. Very carefully I unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. Looking back at Mr. Payne I see he is still sound asleep. There is a thrill that races through me. The excitement of getting caught and of looking at the forbidden.
My smile grows as I push past his briefs and tug it out. It’s thick and still semi hard. My thumb follows the veins to the tip as my fingers play. It’s growing in my hand and my eyes take it all in as if this is some new found discovery leading to the cure for cancer.
Instantly my excitement turns to fear as I hear voices coming from outside. Quickly I shove his member back into his pants and zip him up in haste. Due to my recklessness with his pants and parts, the zipper catches on something. From the way Mr. Payne shoots up off the couch I suspect I know what the zipper caught on.
“Aaaa! What the fuck!” He screams while fumbling with his fly and staring at it in shock.
My heart is pounding now and I am whisper screaming in my head for my brain. All it says to me before I watch it speed off in the Ferrari, “You stupid bitch!”
In a panic I jump to my feet and try to help Mr. Payne with his pants. Now he is looking at me like I’m a woman who has conversations with her brain and her clock.
“Ms. Drake, do you mind!” He yanks himself from my grasp and turns his back to me. In a few moments I see his shoulders relax and hear him sigh. Finally, he turns but isn’t looking at me. He is staring at his desk. Mr. Payne walks over and pulls at the top draw. The same drawer that caused my lap face plant fail. He tugs and tugs.
“Come on you stupid piece of...” He yells at the drawer. See, I’m not the only one who talks to inanimate objects!
After a few more tugs it opens and he reaches in for a piece of gum, unwrapping it and placing it in his mouth. His eyes close and he breaths out in relief. That must be some awesome gum.
Finally he looks at me.
“What on earth just happened?”
I’m like a deer in headlights. He growls and brings his hand to his face rubbing the stubble skin in irritation. Suddenly he freezes and bringing his fingers closer to his nose, taking a whiff. Uh, oh!
His eyes widen and he looks at me in confusion. Lowering his hand he places it in his pocket and his eyes grow bigger if that is even possible. Lifting his arm he pulls out my panties and holds them up in the air.
“Ms. Drake, what is this?”
Find out what happens next in THE Holiday Party
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Payne Posts Menu
63. THE Insane
62. THE Bechmann
61. THE Morning After
60. THE Attack
59. THE Decision
58. THE Emergency
57. THE Welcome Home
56. THE First Day Back
55. THE Strange
54. THE Question
53. THE Crazy B
52. THE Teacher
51. THE Discussion
50. THE Mommy
49. THE Bar Fly
48. THE Watchful Eye
47. THE Big Guns
46. THE Never
45. THE Feast
44. THE Bathroom Threesome
43. THE Pee Pee
42. THE Fine
41. THE Shirt Attack
40. THE Police Song
39. THE Discovery
38. THE Pull
37. THE Aria Show
36. THE Switch Up
35. THE Delivery
34. THE Scheme
33. THE Drink
32. THE Uncomfortable Silence
31. THE Online Experience
30. THE Same Old Shi
29. THE Talk
28. THE Drunk Dial
27. THE Birthday
26. THE Meeting
25. THE New Job
24. THE Disagreement
23. THE Big Movie
22. THE Sleepover
21. THE Club
20. THE Leave
19. THE Beggar
18. THE Confrontation
17. THE Jackoff
16. THE Bathroom
15. THE Joint
14. THE Let Down
13. THE Truce
12. THE Phone Call
11. THE Assistant
10. THE New Year
9. THE Payneful Reminder
8. THE Holiday Party
7. THE Zipper Incident
6. THE Cake
5. THE Incident
4. THE Paperwork
3. THE Letter
2. THE After Effects
1. THE Interview