That's Us

The Beginning

I have been working on my next project since last year and it's almost 7 months. My company is a Toy Company. Who would think that an outrageous college student would think of having her own toy company? Of course, no one. Well, I am so inspired. Back when I graduated college, I started to volunteer in cancer facilities for children and I got so attached to most of them. Seeing them fight for their lives, having those smiles despite the problem they are facing. Sometimes, it's hard to see them go. Like, I was just talking to them today and then tomorrow they are no longer on their beds, for only two reasons, it's either they won the fight or cancer won but there are so many things to be thankful for, one is having such a loving family. A child that loves and cares for me, my Alison.

As I hear a black stiletto tick at the floor, the sound of success. I heard the band singing again at the lobby a usual Monday morning in my company.

You, you make me feel

Some sort of way

Never loved so much that it pains

When I'm with you, and when you're away

My thoughts are so incomplete

I love Monday morning at work it's always a beginning for and of course a great time because I am going to have my newest investor for my long-time plans. This is always my Monday routine, I ride the elevator and drop on my office, as soon as I walked out of the elevator, everyone in the hallway started to greet me Good Morning.

I saw Kim my Secretary busy at her table, as soon as she saw me, she immediately greeted me with Good Morning and brought some papers to the front of me. She said, "ai edited everything that needs to be edited as you told me to do so. I read every page and approved it.

"Mr. BP would be here by ten o'clock." My Secretary said. "No worries, I have been planning to create new products for our company for how many years." She smiled and said, "Good luck, Madam." an hour had passed and my Secretary entered my office and said, "Madam, Mr. BP is here already. He said he wants the presentation in a quiet and closed room." I responded politely, "Thank you, please prepare the meeting room for this make sure every window is closed." She nodded and said, "Will I be at the meeting, Ma'am?" I have been planning this and I don't want anyone to know about my plan aside from the investor, "No, you don't have to. This will be a one on one presentation. " She nodded and close the door.

After a couple of minutes, my secretary came back and said, "Madam, Mr. BP is already in there and waiting for you." I smiled and responded, "Okay, I'm coming." as soon as I entered the room I saw a very masculine guy in grey corporate attire. We had an eye to eye contact and I can feel the heat coming to my body. For a long time, I have never felt this way only to him. I woke up from my imagination when he greeted me, "Good Morning, Ms. Dawson." He stand up and took my hand and kissed it. "Shall I proceed to the presentation?" I said in a seductive voice. He looked at me from head to foot and that's what I did as well, I stop at his manhood that wants to come out of his pants. I can see that he wants something else just like what I am feeling and I know we are on the same page. I walked towards him and whispered, "Do you want something else?" He immediately grabbed my waist and kiss me torridly. I stopped him and said, "What is your name?" he smiled and kiss me, "I am Braden, Jane." He whispered and kissed my neck. "Don't you want to hear the presentation?" I said while he is opening my blouse. "No, you got it already Jane. I will invest in your company. before we continue, I took the papers while my breasts are hanging in front of him. " Sign these documents," I said in a seductive voice. "Oohhh! You are aggressive! He took the pen and immediately sign it. then he grabbed me and caressed my breast and licked every part of me. He brought out his manhood and I hold it like it is mine, I continued to move my hand up and down. All you can hear from our room is a moan from us. He thrust his manhood inside my mouth and continue to do it until he c*m. Even he came already, it is still hard so I bend over and he thrust his manhood inside my flower and move slowly but deep. " This is so good!" he kissed my back and said, "You deserve to have good s*x. You are so beautiful and sexy. I like every inch of you." Braden said.

" Do you want more?" Braden asked me. "Yes!" He smiled and said, "Let's go somewhere else." I immediately fixed my face and dress and walk out of the office and told my Secretary to fix the papers on the table and we will just grab some coffee outside.

He picked me up at the parking lot and we stopped at a big modern house. "We're here!" He opened the door of the car for me and said, "Welcome to heaven!" I smirked and said, "Is this your house?" he nodded and we began to kiss. "I have the most sensational surprise for you." We walked inside her house and everything was in modern style, we stopped in front of an elegant door. everything is for submissive s*x. he told me to remove all my clothes and...

I now stood nude in the lamplight except for her black embroidered cotton stockings which were held up by elastic bands around the thighs. Braden rolled the stockings down and I stepped out of her stockings. I held my arms across my breasts. Braden stood and turned me around slowly for inspection, a frown on my face.

Lie down. I sat down on the table and looked at what was coming out of the black bag. "On your stomach," Braden said. I was holding a bottle and tilting the contents of the bottle into her cupped hand. I lay down on my stomach and Braden applied the liquid where the marks of the stays reddened the flesh. Ow, I cried. It stings!

This is an astringent – the first thing is to restore circulation, Braden explained as she rubbed my back and buttocks, and thighs. I was squirming and my flesh cringing with each application. I buried my face in the sofa to smother my cries. "I know, I know," Braden said. But you will thank me. Under Braden’s vigorous rubbing my flesh seemed to spring into its fullest conformations. I was shivering now and her buttocks were clenched against the invigorating chill of the astringent. My legs squeezed together. Braden now took from her bag a bottle of massage oil and began to knead My neck and shoulders and back, my thighs and calves, and the soles of my feet.

Gradually I relaxed and my flesh shook and quivered under the emphatic skill of Braden's hands. He rubbed the oil into my skin until her body found its own natural rosy white being and began to stir with self-perception. Turn over, Braden commanded. My hair was now undone and lay on the pillow about my face. My eyes were closed and my lips stretched in an involuntary smile as Braden massaged my breasts, my stomach, my legs. Yes, even this, I said, briskly passing my hand over the mons. You must have the courage to live. The bedside lamp seemed to dim for a moment.

I put my own hands on my breasts and my palms rotated the n*****s. My hands swam down along my flanks. I rubbed my hips. My feet pointed like a dancer’s and my toes curled. My pelvis rose from the bed as if seeking something in the air. Braden was now at the bureau, capping me bottled emollient, back to me as I began to ripple on the bed like a wave on the sea. At this moment a hoarse unearthly cry issued from the walls, the closet door flew open and Mother’s Younger Brother fell into the room, his face twisted in a paroxysm of saintly mortification. He was clutching in his hands, as if trying to choke it, a rampant p***s which, scornful of his intentions, whipped him about the floor, launching to his cries of ecstasy or despair, great filamented spurts of jism that traced the air like bullets and then settled slowly over me in my bed like falling ticker tape.

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Third-person POV

She begins to strip like a roommate and climb into bed.

They have fallen asleep. Braden wakes first, in the early afternoon. He unfastens her stockings and slowly rolls them off. Her skirt is next and then her underpants. She opens her eyes. The garter belt he leaves on, to confirm her nakedness. He rests his head there.

Her hand touches his chest and begins to fall in excruciating slow designs. He lies still as a dog beneath it, still like an i***t. The next morning she is recovered. His prick is hard. She takes it in her hand. They always sleep naked. Their flesh is innocent and warm. In the end, she is arranged across the pillows, a ritual she accepts without a word. It is half an hour before they fall apart, spend, and call for breakfast. She eats both her rolls and one of his. “There was a lot,” she says. She glistens with it. The inside of her thighs is wet. “How long does it take to make again?” she asks. Braden tries to think. “Two or three days,” he guesses. “Non, non!” she cries. That is not what she meant.

She begins to make him hard again. In a few minutes, he rolls her over and puts it in as if the intermission were ended. This time she is wild. The great bed begins creaking. Her breath becomes short. Braden has to brace his hands on the wall. He hooks his knees outside her legs and drives himself deeper. “Oh,” she breathes, “that’s the best.” When he comes, it downs them both. They crumble like sand. He returns from the bathroom and picks up the covers from the floor. She has not moved. She lies just where she has fallen.