1. My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 2 of 4


    Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, Slavery, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Sheila. You and I are finished. You lied and you cheated and that wasn’t enough. I told you that I’d hate you if you went through with that slave bullshit, but you did it anyway even beating me within an inch of my life. I loved you once, but now the sight of you disgusts me. Please leave and don’t come back.” This time I closed the door with a finality even Sheila recognized. I never heard from her again—not directly, anyway. Nan and I returned to the couch. I was obviously upset, so much so that I was shaking. Nan held me, moving my head to her lap. “I know how much you hate her, Tom and I don’t blame you, not even a little, but don’t allow her to destroy you.” I looked up amazed. “How’d you get so smart?” Nan leaned down to kiss me, whispering, “I had a great teacher,” once she was done. “C’mon, I know just what you need and I’ll always be willing and eager to give it to you.” She helped me up to a sitting position before leading me to our bedroom. Once there she sat me on the bed while she knelt to remove my shoes and socks. My slacks were next and soon I was completely naked. “You know,” she said as she removed her blouse and bra, “I want a smaller bed when we buy a new set. A king is much too big. I want to know that you’ll be close to me all night.” Nan rolled me onto the bed and lay on top of me. She rubbed those glorious round breasts over my chest then pushed her hard nipple into my mouth. I suckled madly and as I did I lost all the tension that Sheila had ...
    created. Finally, Nan slid down my shaft and I knew all would be perfect. I had found, and would be with, my true love forever. CHAPTER 6 The week passed swiftly. Nan and I were busy. I’d completed two more major contracts, one I had tried to close for more than a month. It was really big, one of the biggest contracts I’d ever placed. Mary Ann was thrilled, so thrilled that she gave us Friday off. We used it to fly early to Columbus where I rented a car for the short drive to New Albany. We pulled into her parents’ driveway twenty minutes later even though we stopped to buy flowers—a big bouquet. Nan held my hand tightly as she rang the bell. Her mom answered the door. “Nan! We weren’t expecting you until much later. Is this your friend?” “Mother, this is my boss, Tom Hamilton.” For the rest of her introduction she simply held out her hand showing her mother her ring. I extended my hand, but Mrs. Desmond was too shocked to accept it. “What, Nan? Is that an engagement ring? Is this your fiancé? Oh my, this is so sudden.” I reached out with my other hand to support her. “Are you okay, Mrs. Desmond? You look a bit pale. I think you should sit down then perhaps Nan can explain everything.” I helped her to a chair in their living room. Nan had explained that she grew up in a small house—a Cape Cod—in a bedroom upstairs in what might have been an attic had it not been finished off. Her dad worked as a clerk in a big department store and her mom was a stay-at-home mother in spite of their ...
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