#part two

🫢 it’s like you read my mind I was JUST about to post part two

Sachston Week

Day 1 - Jealousy

Stunning. Again (Part 2/3)

"Did you tell her?" Miranda asked to her senior assistant while looking down at the documents on her desk, her voice was blunt.

"What?" Emily was confused, not knowing where the conversation was heading. This wasn't about the missing coffee.

"She's looking for your approbation like an expecting puppy."

They both turned her gaze to Andy, who was clumsily trying to get something out from the fax machine. Emily's heart raced.

"Even if I, the Chief-editor personally approve her look," Miranda added in her usual conceited tone, "she won't shape up until you tell her she looks pretty."

"P-pretty?" Emily stuttered, something extremely rare from her.

"Do it! So she can focus on getting her job done correctly. Her pace is absolutely thrilling me." Miranda said ironically.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen, Miranda. That's utterly unprofessional. And I-"

"She's not doing very well."

"I know!" Emily replied exasperated.

"And neither are you." Busted! Of course Miranda would notice.

Emily glanced at her boss with a confused look, trying to avoid whatever she was feeling.

“That’s all” Miranda finished.

Chapter One: Dear Mrs Blake

Chapter Two: Dear Ferret-Face Frank

Dear Trapper,

I know I’ve not been the most reliable correspondent, but you’ve been here – you know what it’s like, and when everything is the same old khaki green and mud brown with splashes of arterial red there’s not a lot to say.

As you can guess from my start, I now have something to say and am therefore writing you.

SMUT 18+ PT.2 —> PT.1

(minors don’t interact for your sake.)

His finger twist and rub at your nipple as he takes his other free hand down south and rubs your clit softly. He kisses the waist band to your panties before looking up at you while you softly moan.

You look down and nod as you lay your hand back down on the soft pillows. He moves his hand away from your clit and nipple; he hooks his hands under your knees and pushes your legs open a bit more. He leans down and licks at your wet clothed pussy through your lace panties

“mmmm…” He hooks a finger and pulls the wet cloth to the side as he leans in and kisses your clit. “You’re so pretty…” he kisses the clit again mumbling praise against it as he starts to suck on it lightly. “Mmm sso good…”

He licks up your slit before dipping his tongue into your hole swirling before licking in between your folds, exploring your pussy like it’s his first time tasting something so sweet.

You lace your brown fingers into his hair as you pull him closer, he sucks harder on your clit slipping his tongue deep into your sopping hole. He laps up your juices greedily, he slips a hand away from your thigh still holding you open with one hand while his other hand reaches down and buckles his pants.

He pulls out his own cock and starts to stroke himself. He doesn’t stray from your pleasure and making sure you feel good, with your toes curling and your head tilted back, hands gripping the sheets as if they owe you something.

He looks up and whimpers into your pussy, grateful to have you to himself. His thumb bushes over the tip of cock more aggressively feeling you clench around his tongue. He pushes himself deeper into your pussy, pulling back to suck on your swollen clit like he’s ready to drown in it on your pretty sheets. You whine and moan out his name, sweat crossing your body making your brown skin glow even more your cum gushing out of you.

He makes it his personal mission to lap it all up greedily making sure not to waste a drop taking your sweet nectar.

He pumps himself faster ready for his release. He whines against your pussy as he cums on his hand and on your sheets whimpering lightly. He pulls back, kisses your inner thighs softly looking up at you watching you pant with heavy eyes.

“…you okay pretty?” You nod, He moves your thighs, finding your bathroom, coming back to clean you up. You sit up with readiness to please him next when you notice the cum stains on your sheets and then look back at him.

He gives you a bashful look “Ah, sorry…I uh, couldn’t help myself. I can um change the sheets if you’d like. I-“ you cut him off with a kiss and he melts into it, cupping your cheeks

+ my response

I don't want to date the people in my local area. They're rude and NONE of them are my Husband, Trystan Thorne!