Clarissa strode through the Moreno's vestibule. She turned quite a few heads as she did so; though beautiful women weren't rare in this exclusive Las Vegas casino, few had Clarissa's gravitas. She was tall (even without her six inch heels) with long, deep red hair cascading to the middle of a smooth, pale back. Her skin there was left bare by a gown which was as subtly glamorous as it was expensive. She walked into the elevator.
"Top floor" she told the gaping doorman.
She gazed at herself in the mirror languidly, her hips rolling ever so slightly with arousal. She had been waiting for him for longer than she would have preferred.
Richard Morano saw her reflection in the penthouse window first, and caught his breath. He turned, to see her standing, smirking before him. He had just enough time to admire her dress before she unhooked it at its halter neck and let it fall to the floor, showing her flawless body wrapped in wisps of lingerie. His jaw dropped a little. She advanced and grabbed his tie, using it to yank him to his feet.
"I hope you're ready for me, Morano." she murmured, and kissed him fiercely, pulling back suddenly and pushing him back onto the bed. She removed the tie from his neck, using it to bind his wrists to the bed, and snarled as she tore open his shirt, pearl buttons scattering over the floor. She kissed him again with lips and tongue and teeth, like a warrioress claiming her battle spoils, scratching her nails down his chest to mark him as hers. Richard was nothing loath to give into her unspoken demands. Though he was powerfully dominant in business, in the bedroom he loved letting a glorious creature like Clarissa take the reins.
She undid his belt, sliding it through the loops and pulling it away, before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off with his underwear. His cock sprang free, a drop of precum glistening at its tip, showing his anticipation. Clarissa looped the belt around her hand, pushed the crotch of her underwear to one side and straddled him, absorbing his girthy cock in one stroke. She screamed, scraping her nails down him again, and began riding him, rocking her hips and grinding her clit into his pubic bone. He moaned and began thrusting into her, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her hungry cunt. She slapped his own belt into his thigh and growled, "Fuck me harder, you brute."
Richard fixed his eyes on the beautiful, ferocious nymphomaniac impaled on him, using him like a sex toy for her relief. Her full tits, now freed from her bra, undulated in her hands, her fingers pinching on her pale pink nipples. He could feel his orgasm build up in his balls- it took all his restraint to hold back till she came. When her orgasm hit her, the sensation of her pussy contracting seemed to almost suck the cum out of him, his moans blending with hers.
She stood and stretched, then lay back on the bed, nude but for heels and that damned smirk.
"Draw me a bath." she ordered. The evening had barely begun.
I Liked it.
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