The One-Month Stand

Hera woke up with the worst pain in her thighs. It had been an exhausting night for her. Her lover had f****d her hard and she could still feel his huge c**k in her p***y as they lay on each other's bodies. The two lovers kissed passionately until he left the room, leaving Hera alone naked on the bed. Just the thought of last night excited her. She remembered how good it felt when she gave herself completely to him without hesitation or fear. His strong hands caressed every inch of her body from head to toe, making her shiver like crazy, as if electricity was running through every part of her skin. She decided to forget about it all, it was just a one-night stand, for heaven's sake. But when she tried to get out of bed, it was a whole different story! A sharp pain shot through her legs, making her scream so loudly that everyone in the entire house could hear it. "What happened? Are you okay?" Her husband Adam rushed in, pure concern in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm on my period," Hera replied, not knowing what to do. She didn't want him to find out who this man really was; he might kill him on the spot. There was no blood on the blanket. Adam looked at her in confusion, but said no more than "Oh" He walked away toward the kitchen. Hera stood in front of the mirror and shook her head in disbelief. What had James done to her? Why was she in such excruciating pain after being f****d? Her phone rang. It was James calling again. Her face brightened and she answered the call. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it yesterday," he began. "Maybe you can make up for it today." She flirted as she twirled a strand of hair in her fingers. He laughed. "You know, I don't think your husband will be very happy if he sees us together!" "Well, let me tell you something, my husband doesn't matter anymore, because it's already over with us." James was shocked, "What do you mean?" Hera smiled, though he couldn't see it. "I was just kidding, babe." The line went dead. Hera stared at her phone, thinking about how much she missed him. She wanted to f**k him again. How many more times could she have him before she got bored of him? And why hadn't he called back yet? Never mind, she thought to herself. She wore her black thong inside and put on a white, simple but sexy dress. There was going to be a masquerade ball tonight, so she'd go shopping in the afternoon. She completed her outfit with a black shirt she stole from James. She could still smell his vanillin perfume. Because of the dress code of the company where she was the assistant to the CEO, she decided to wear high heels. The CEO, of course, was James Movere, the man of the hour. She knew he loved to wear masks on such occasions, as people then wondered who he was hiding behind those fancy costumes. She arrived at the office early, only to find that her husband was also attending the party. "s**t," she muttered. She didn't want him anywhere near her boss, especially now that she was having an affair with him. If he found out, Adam certainly wouldn't hesitate to hire some private investigators and drag James into the mud. That way, he'd ruin his reputation once and for all. *** When she entered the room where the masquerade balls were held, she saw James standing alone near the entrance. She walked slowly towards him, trying not to attract the attention of the others. "Hi, my goddess," he greeted her with a smile. "Hello." For a moment they faced each other in confusion, both lost in their own thoughts. "Are you ready for tonight?" he finally asked. "Yes, thank you for inviting me. I haven't been here in ages." "You're welcome, Goddess. We're going to have a lot of fun tonight. I'll also have plenty of time to repay you for yesterday." He winked and Hera melted. James was so charismatic when he winked. "We better get inside." When they were seated next to each other, a waiter came and asked them what they wanted to drink. They ordered a bottle of red wine. "So, tell me about yourself, Goddess." He said. He leaned in to her ear "What s*x position would you like to try tonight?" His breath was on Hera's ear so she couldn't breathe. Then he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the earlobe and whispered, "My favourite position is 69." She giggled. "That sounds interesting, Mr. Movere. Let's hope someone else does the same tonight, though." James' jaw dropped. "Someone else? You mean...?" "Yes, someone else is doing it, too. Maybe even several others." James blushed. "Really?" "No, not really. I just meant that I've never heard of anyone else liking it that much. Also, it's weird that you're the first person to talk about it. Anyway, I'm surprised you're asking me and not my husband. Don't you think it would be awkward to talk about it with my husband together?" "Well, yes, maybe..." Replied James. "Don't worry about it. I won't say anything to Adam unless you allow me to. Is that all right with you?" James nodded. "Sure, if it's all right with you. By the way, may I address you by name? Your goddess sounded so formal." Hera shrugged. "As you prefer, Mr. Movere." "Very well then, I guess I'll keep calling you Goddess since you seem to like it so much. So, tell me, how old are you? You look young for your age." "Twenty-four years, sir, thank you very much." "And you live alone?" "No, I live with my husband, thank you very much. Although we don't live together at the moment." "Why?" "Because he works long hours and has to travel a lot. He hasn't seen me for weeks. He thinks he loves me, but in reality he doesn't care about me at all. He cares about his career. That's why we're getting divorced." "Divorced?" James asked, astonished. "Yes, we're getting divorced." "How come? Did he cheat on you?" Inquired James. Hera sighed. "I don't want to talk about it. Can we please change the subject? Now tell me, what does '69' mean?" "It means oral s*x. From both sides. One person sits while the other kneels between her legs and sucks her clit." "Interesting. Can I ask you a question?" James nodded. "Is it true that you're the first person in history to ever say that?" James chuckled. "Yes, I'm. Not that I've ever checked, mind you. In fact, I was just talking to my assistant about it recently. You see, she's the one who took my virginity." Hera was shocked, "Virginity?" She asked. "Is there even such a thing anymore? You're 31 years old." "But of course there is. Do you know how rare it's these days to find someone who has kept their virginity until marriage? Especially a man. I'd say you shouldn't pass up this opportunity." Hera nodded. "I understand. It's probably hard to find a virgin in our generation. You're one of a kind." "Thanks, Goddess." James smiled shyly. "Do you have any preferences as to position?" Hera considered for a moment. She wasn't used to having s*x with men who weren't her husband. All of her previous s****l experiences were limited to m**********n and m**********n with dildos and vibrators. Her husband wasn't very good at that. But she could tell she liked it. She grinned mischievously. "I'd love to do 69 with you." James raised his eyebrows. "Meaning?" "Let me suck your c**k and then you lick my p***y. That's the best position for me." "Sounds great, Goddess. I can't wait to taste your sweet p***y juice." James grinned. He reached for her hand and squeezed it gently. "There, now let's get started." *** James was excited. He had waited so long for this moment. Finally, he'd take a woman apart in the most pleasurable way possible. This was the perfect opportunity to satisfy his lustful desire. He was about to make the ultimate fantasy come true. He'd f**k his secretary, the beautiful Hera, who was supposed to be married to his lawyer. His c**k was getting hard just imagining it. When he got home, he showered and put on a tuxedo. Then he drove straight to the hotel where the masquerade ball was being held. He parked his car in front of the building and walked toward the lobby. As he stepped through the door, he was stopped by a man in a black suit. "Mr. Movere, can I help you?" "Yes, I need to pick up my wife." Replied James. He knew she wasn't his wife, but at the end of the day, she'd be. "Follow me." Said the man and led him to the elevator. When they arrived at their destination, James followed the man into the ballroom where Hera was waiting for him. She looked stunning in her short silver sequined dress that clung tightly to her body and showed off her curves perfectly. She wore a mask that covered half of her face, revealing only her eyes. "Good evening, James. Are you ready to dance?" She asked him with a smile. "Ready to dance? Yes, I think I'm. But first I'm going to kiss you passionately and then ravage your beautiful body." Replied James. Hera giggled and put her arms around his neck. She kissed him gently and teased him with her tongue. Their tongues entwined and danced together for a few seconds before James pushed her against the wall. He lifted her up and carried her to a dark corner where no one was watching. He sat her down on a chair and took off her shoes. He knelt down in front of her and let his hand wander under her skirt. He stroked her smooth thighs and ran his fingers over her soft skin. "Mmm, you feel good. What are you doing there? Where did your hands go?" Hera asked nervously. "Shhh. Relax. I promise I won't hurt you. Just sit down and relax while I touch you." "Okay, okay." She said softly as he continued to touch her body with his gentle hands. "Can you take off your bra?" James asked her. "Um, yeah. Here." James reached for the straps and began to pull them off Hera's shoulders. When they were completely off, he sucked on her small breasts. He flicked her n*****s with his tongue and felt them stiffen under his lips. He groaned loudly and released Hera's t**s from his mouth. "Wow, you're amazing!" He exclaimed. "Your breasts are so big and round, just like a porn star's. I bet they feel so damn good when you squeeze them or hold them with your fingers." Hera blushed and turned away, embarrassed. "You shouldn't say things like that." James laughed and shook his head. "What, I was telling the truth. You're huge. And you have such sexy cleavage. How could I miss that? Besides, you always wear dresses that show off your assets beautifully. You're a walking work of art. And I want you to be mine all the time." "You're too bold. I don't like this. Please stop." She pleaded with him. "Stop what? I'm not doing anything bad. You're even enjoying it." His hands moved to her v****a, already wet with arousal. "Please, James. Stop. I'm begging you." "Relax, goddess. It feels good, doesn't it? My hands feel wonderful on your body, don't they?" "You're doing a really damn good job." She admitted. "Oh, you naughty girl. You're horny, aren't you?" He said, licking her earlobe. "Tell me, what turns you on more, my hands or my tongue?" "Your tongue." she replied, trembling. "Then you'll see how my tongue can turn you into a beast. A hungry beast that needs to c*m all the time." James unzipped his pants and took out his throbbing p***s. "I need to f**k you, goddess. Right here, in front of everyone." "No, not here." She tried to resist. "Let's wait until we get to our room. I don't want anyone to see us naked. Please." James grinned and put a hand on her shoulder. "Let's go. Or I'll drag you to the elevator." Hera felt a sudden urge to obey him. After all, he was the boss. She stood up and walked with him toward the elevator. When they arrived at her suite, James closed the door and locked it. Then he took off his tuxedo and threw it on the couch. He lay down on the king-size bed and pulled Hera on top of him. He spread her legs wide and bent over her. His tongue found its way through her slit and explored it thoroughly. He licked up her juices while running his finger along her c**t to make sure she was aroused enough for penetration. He inserted two fingers deep into her p***y and began to slowly stroke her G-spot. He made her squirm uncontrollably as he teased her with his tongue. He knew exactly which buttons to push to make her scream and moan loudly as she released beneath him. After she finished her orgasm, he pulled out and climbed back on top of her. He penetrated her and started thrusting like crazy. He f****d her hard, thrusting into her tight p***y as she screamed in ecstasy. "Stop!" she screamed, "Don't pull out yet. I haven't come yet." James stopped moving. "Are you serious? You didn't come during all this?" "No. I've never been f****d like this before." She admits. "Well, I hope you enjoyed it, because I plan to f**k you all night. Every single day and every single hour. I'm not going to let you go until you come at least ten times."