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The Seduction
Part 1 of a filthy,
seductive new serial
by Roxy Sloane
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Copyright 2014 Roxy Sloane
Cover Photo: Dylan Borgman
Cover Design: Louisa Maggio at LM Creations
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, placesand incidents either are products of the author’s imagination orare used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or localesor persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
ONE
All women look the same on their knees withtheir mouth wrapped around my cock.
You like to think you’re different, specialsomehow. You spend all that time fixing your hair and makeup,picking out a dress that your a
The woman down there right now is no pro,I’ll tell you that much. I’d bet she hasn’t been on her knees inyears. No wonder her husband hired me, dealing with this bullshit.She’s eager though, lapping away at me, fumbling with my balls,letting out little breathy moans as she struggles to take mymassive dick deeper in her mouth. She can’t get up a rhythm to saveher life, so I save her the trouble: fisting my hands in her hairand yanking her closer, fucking her mouth, deep and hard, until I’mhitting the back of her throat and she’s whimpering like crazy,sucking me down, desperate for more.
Fuck yeah, like that baby.
I feel the tightness in my balls, thatshiver in the base of my cock. I’m close, but fuck it, I’m notgetting paid to cum all over her naked breasts. With a growl, Iyank her off me and throw her face-down over the couch. She gaspsin surprise, but I don’t wait a minute before grabbing her hips andslamming into her from behind, all the way to the fucking hilt.
She screams, arching back against me,grinding desperately on my cock. I shove her down again, trappingher in place as I piston in and out of her wet pussy, over andover,
“God!” she cries, gasping beneath me. “Oh mygod! Vaughn! That feels so good!”
Her voice is irritating me now, distractingme from the warm, wet clench of her cunt, so I pull her body upagainst me, gagging her with one hand while I squeeze and pinch ather breasts. They’re damn fine too, big and ripe, bouncing with theimpact every time I slam into her, impaling her with my cock,driving so goddamn deep I can feel her walls with every thrust.
Her pussy starts trembling. She’s close. Ithrust, again and again, until the world goes dark and there’snothing but the slide of my cock and the friction of her drippingcha
Fuck. I pump with my fist, spilling my milky seed all over herchest, her hair, her face until finally it ebbs away and I’mdone.
She pants, her face flushed, staring at meadoringly. “That was amazing,” she breathes.
I’ve had better, but shedoesn’t need to know.. “It was all you.,” I tell her with one of mytrademark grins – the kind that would melt her panties right off,if she wasn’t already naked and dripping with my cum.“You wereamazing.”
I zip my jeans up and take two strides tothe console, picking up the digital camera I have waiting there.Before she can wipe me from her chest, I snap a photo.
“What are you doing?” she frowns,uncertain.
“Just something for my private collection,”I wink. “Smile and say, ‘pussy’.”
She bites her lip, but then strikes a pose,pouting her lips and pushing her breasts up with both hands.“Promise you won’t show them to anyone,” she says, spreading herknees and giving the camera what she thinks is a sultry look.
“Promise,” I lie, snapping off a whole dozenmore. Naked breasts, shaved pussy, even the moles on her right hipin case she tries to cry Photoshop. “These will just keep mecompany, every time I think of you.”
“Why don’t you come pose with me?” She licksher lips again, but I’ve got no interest in a second go at herpussy. My job here is done. “I’m going out,” I tell her, turningaway.
“But...” Her eyes fill with tears as sherealizes she’s naked and covered in cum in some stranger’sapartment. “I thought... I thought...”
“What? That I love you?” I ask. Goddamn,these women are so fucking naive. “I knew from the start, I couldnever have you,” I explain, trying to look regretful. “You’remarried. This can never be real. I should go now,” I add grabbingmy jacket and head for the door. “Don’t make this harder on me thanit has to be.”
It’s the same bullshit lineI give all the women, like I want nothing more than to make thisrandom fuck into something meaningful – and they’re the one’s keeping us apart.But the truth is, sex is always a lie. I learned that the hard waya long time ago, and this is my payment for ever caring. Caring isnot worth the pain. So I changed. I became who I am today. Afucking machine.
“I’ll remember you, always,” her voicefollows me out, cracking with regret.
I hide a grin. I won’t remember her namecome tomorrow. This might have been the best fucking night of herlife, but for me, it’s just another client.
Seducing women is my job. And I’m damn goodat it.
TWO
KEELY
“I’m good at my job.”
“Try and sound a little moreconvincing.”
I take a deep breath and say it withdetermination. “I’m good at my job.”
“Atta girl.” My friend Justine hits theelevator button. She swears by positive affirmations. She takes agulp of the venti-sized coffee I just bought her and yawns. I’m aparalegal at the firm, not her assistant, but she’s the one who gotme this gig, so I try to repay her with lattes. I also do my bestto make sure she doesn’t go into work looking like she just got outof bed from a weekend-long sex marathon.
“Your shirt’s done up wrong,” I tell her, asthe crowd of businessmen cram into the elevator with us. “And youforgot to brush your hair.”
“Whoops.” Justine laughs. She holds out thecoffee for me to hold, and rebuttons her shirt. All the guys aroundus stare, but she just winks. “Sorry boys, I’m all worn out,” shesays, as we reach our floor.
“Justine!” I hiss, as we walk past thereception to Hudgens, Cartwright & Abrams, one of the top lawfirms in LA. “You can’t say stuff like that, not if you want to betaken seriously around here.”
“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “I bring in ashit-ton of business and my billables are through the roof. Theyrespect me plenty.”
I sigh. I could only dream of havingJustine’s reputation as a cut-throat litigator and all roundball-buster. As a paralegal, I’m the bottom of the food-chainaround here. It’s my goal to go to law-school and become a reallawyer one day, but that’s going to take a stellar LSAT score and acouple of hundred thousand dollars in student loans I can’tafford.