1. Stroker Ace(Part 1 of 2)


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    girlfriend or wife judging by how he stole glances at her. The expression in his dark eyes ranged from affection to lust all the way to the poisonous rage at her constant rant. At one point his broad palm reached for her and stroke her gently but she pulled away as if he had bitten her. The anguish was visible on his handsome face. He squeezed his fist and turned his attention back to the smartphone he was holding. It was pretty obvious that he was reaching his limit of patience and only some sense of duty was keeping him bound to that table. The man was definitely impressive and what was even better – imperfect. His nose was slightly crooked and he had some birthmark on his lip that made him appear more attractive and somehow human. The lady could tell that his height and athletic figure were surely a problem in the bedroom with that tiny minx. She could practically see him on top of his elfin girl, his ass muscles contracting as he prepared to pump deep inside her tight slit. She is screaming out in irritation with those thin lips in a line. “Easy, you damned brute, are you trying to crush me?” Both of them were smartly dressed in business casual outfits that suggested either some corporate job or maybe even joint business. However the lady didn't care what they did in their mundane life, what she wanted to explore was their nighttime personas. That particular night the rules of the game were changing whether they knew it or not. The man loosened his tie, as if he was ...
    physically suffocating with the drama. He ran his hand through his dark hair and attempted to cut into her tirade but she didn't give him that chance, interrupting him with a sharp gesture of her hand. Meanwhile the unknown songstress was begging the nice couple to bring her home with them as their pet. So helpless and endlessly eager to please yet with a plan of her own and a pussy in heat. That sparked the idea in her sordid mind and she grinned from ear to ear sending a mental thank you note to the author of those lyrics. The plan formed quickly as she savored the cherry in her cocktail, licking it behind the veil of her long hair. *** Fifteen minutes later Annabelle and Evan walked out the bar door. He was stoically bearing the pain of her voice as she was complaining for the umpteenth time of her ruined shoes and the stains on her stockings. It amazed him that there were times when he literary wanted to push her panties in her mouth just to make her shut up. The irony was that one of the first things he fell in love with when he met her was that beautiful voice with the sexiest accent he ever heard. At which point had the sweet, intelligent woman turned into the monster she was right now? Annabelle wasn't having the best time as well. She was tired, her back hurt and the past week had been a nightmare both at work and home. Recently she and Evan did nothing but fight and he regularly ended up sleeping on the couch. Usually after they had finished shouting at each other ...