1. The Coldest Night of the Year Ch. 02


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    grin on his face as he said it. He'd started drinking early. &#034Clara, it's been too long,&#034 he said. &#034How long has it been since we last talked?&#034 Clara shrugged and declined to take the bait. &#034How's the Uber game, Dick?&#034 asked Kurt. &#034You getting any passenger pussy?&#034 Kurt didn't give a shit what I thought, but I was surprised how unconcerned he was about needling Clara. Clara leaned over and whispered in ear, &#034Oh, for fuck's sake, I'm getting out of here.&#034 She glared at Kurt, then turned to the group and said, &#034I'm sorry, I need to find the ladies' room.&#034 &#034Richard,&#034 Helen said to me in an attempt to avoid talking to Kurt. &#034Clara is my most apt protégé. I know we're working her very hard. I hope it's not disrupting your ... f****y ... too much.&#034 Her smile was kind of menacing. &#034We're managing,&#034 I said. &#034The life of an executive can be very hard on her loved ones. Sometimes, they don't feel as loved as they should. It strains many marriages, you know.&#034 I wasn't sure how to reply. I still had no idea whether the orgy and Clara's threesome with Linda the e****t and her customer was real or fantasy. &#034We all make compromises,&#034 I replied noncommittally. &#034But Clara and I have never been closer than we have been since her promotion.&#034 That was true, even though we were sl**ping in separate bedrooms. &#034Then you are a very special man,&#034 she said. Helen locked eyes with me. &#034Take ...
    this,&#034 she said. She pressed a business card into my hand. It was an engraved card on heavy, cream-colored stock. On it was a single phone number and nothing else. &#034Save it. It is my most private number. Clara doesn't even have that number. You may dial it any time, day or night ... if you need me.&#034 She put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed it tightly. I was standing there, not sure what to say and confused about why I'd need to call her, when my phone beeped. Then it beeped a second time. &#034You should take that,&#034 said Helen. &#034Someone obviously needs to reach you.&#034 It was a text message from Clara: &#034Break away and go to the men's room.&#034 And then: &#034Find a quiet stall and wait for my call&#034. I made my excuses and was soon sitting on the toilet in the handicapped stall of the men's room. I sat there anxiously, waiting for my phone to ring. What did she want? The phone rang. It was a video call. It took me a second to figure out what was going on in the dimly-lit scene on my phone. I could see Clara, but she seemed far away. I slowly realized that Clara was not holding the camera. She was kneeling in front of whoever was holding it. She leaned forward and I knew that she was unzipping his fly. She pulled out his erect cock. She slowly stroked it as it got harder. She licked the shaft for a minute or two, and then pulled the head down and sucked it into her open mouth. I was hard. She started sucking and bobbing her head. You don't have to ...
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