1. Private Interview


    Date: 3/14/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 58.3, Source: sexstories.com

    I'm pleased she understood. " This view is too good to waste. We'll face the view and dance so that we both may enjoy it." A puzzled frown came over her face, so I turn her to the view, move behind her, and put my arms around her waist. A pert little ass fits neatly against my crotch, her shoulders and back against my chest and abdomen; the hair at the top of her head lightly tickling my nose. I move my arms further round her petite body, and start to dance, I start to move from one foot to another, moving my crotch against her tight little ass. She hesitates, but only for a second, then lightly rests her hands on my arms which encircle her, and starts to move as I did. What is going through her mind, in that pretty little head of hers I wonder. 'How far will this go?' no doubt. I wonder what conclusion she will reach? I have found, that there are two ways you can play this situation – if you are me, that is. You can be cautious and subtle, think of their feelings, and tread with care; or you can dispense with subtlety altogether, discount their feelings entirely, and do whatever the hell you want. With the highly delectable Lu I had decided, as soon as I saw her come into the restaurant, that I would do what I want with her. She has that effect on a man, you can say. My philosophical point is, the more wealth, personal power and business power of the company you are CEO of, the less consideration those working under you, or those supporting those who work under you, need to ...
    realistically expect – and the International group of companies I head is as expansive as the window I'm looking through, and as huge as the bed at my back! I've always liked New York," I said, as I slide the flat of my hand over a rewarding flat and firm girlish stomach. I let it descend towards her pubis, which on her, I discover when I got there, is aggressively prominent. She froze when I touch her there, then she relaxes. My other hand I run up her front, to her breasts. She froze a second time as my hand reaches her small pert breasts cupping a surprisingly plump handful. Her feet stop moving. So did her hips. Her legs have snapped together. I continue to sway to the music as if I hadn't realized that my sweet little Asian nymph has stopped, or that I had her breast in one hand and her pubis in the other. I start, to work on both. To gently stroke, and cup, and squeeze; to press, caress and fondle. " Yes, soft and supple, I love young Asian women." I repeat, gazing over her head at the view, voice a deep rasp from years of cigars and many of the best brands of cognac and scotch. " Being Chairman of the Board means I can advance your modeling career," I said, without elaborating. As if something is suddenly switched on in her mind – 'Chairman of the Board,' perhaps? – she slowly unfroze, her feet begin tentatively to resume their shuffle, and her hips begin to sway, again. I sense she is forcing herself to relax, join in, take part, as my fingers continue their groping ...
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