1. Wicked Ties


    Date: 1/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Author: nickeduardo25, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Look, I’ve been up for 48 hours and I’m about to drop. Do you want your fucking interview or not?” “Yes, I want my fucking interview.” Laura gritted out. Derek hopped into his car and patted the seat next to him, “Hop on in then, baby.” Laura rolled her eyes and walked to the other side of the fancy, red car. Why couldn’t anything in her life ever go smoothly? (20 minutes later) He opened the door to his apartment and switched on the lights. Without further fanfare, he walked inside and threw his bag on the floor. To say Laura was underwhelmed would’ve been an understatement. Empty beers cans and dirty clothes littered the floor of the spacious loft. The windows were dirty and she spotted dirty dishes everywhere. Oh god…that wasn’t a used condom, was it? Laura didn’t want to step any closer to find out. “I like what you…clearly haven’t done with the place.” She said, frowning with disdain. She didn’t live in excellent conditions either, but at least she’d made an effort to build a home for Jeremy and herself. Derek popped out from behind a corner, taking off the leather vest he was wearing. Laura could fell herself growing flushed just looking at him. “Jesus, can’t you keep your clothes on?” She nearly screamed at him. Derek simply smirked at her and dropped the vest on the floor, leaving his chest and stomach completely exposed. Laura worked to ignore the tiny sweat droplets on his skin, and the tiny patch of hair on his lower ...
    abdomen, that lead to his…Not going there. “Scared you can’t keep your hands off me?” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Ugh, you wish.” She shook her head and moved deeper inside the apartment. She kept her heels on, not wanting to cut herself on broken glass or a…hero in needle or something. Derek shrugged and moved to the mini fridge he had in the corner. “You want a beer, Laura?” “No.” She immediately replied. “Suit yourself.” He grabbed a bottle, slamming the cork against a counter. He flopped down on a dingy, green couch, once more patting the seat next to him. Laura sighed, grabbed her purse and went to sit beside him. Derek chugged half of his beer down at once and sighed in appreciation. Laura looked away as she saw him flex his muscles like a cat. She was a professional, she was in control of her base urges. “Do you mind if I use a recorder?” Laura asked in an attempt to break the silence. Guess blackmailing celebrities with slander wasn’t the way to go in winning them over, Laura thought sarcastically. “Nope.” He said, popping the ‘p’ obscenely. Laura took out her tape recorder and turned it on. “Okay then Derek, how old are you?” He looked at her and raised a brow, “Seriously, that’s what you’re starting with?” “Several of his close friends can attest to Mr. Vega’s perverse fascination with girl in schoolgirl uniforms, a kink caused by him not being breastfed…” Laura started prattling off, trying to keep herself from giggling. He raised his arms in surrender, “I’m ...
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