Passion And Desire

How I met Taylor fox.

Maya's point of view.

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I was in my twenties when I started working in a famous nightclub, "The Exclusive Red Club." Some called it a hooker house, but it was a strip club. I was a popular exotic pole dancer among my peers, but the pay was not high enough for my luxurious life. Jenny was my only friend at work. She has a sexy and hot body that would make any man go on their knees for her. She is the only girl who fits in to be my friend because she is wealthy, she dresses elegantly, and she wears the most expensive perfume. Jenny has the most expensive wealthy hooker. I talk to her about being a hooker apart from being an exotic dancer in the club. Jenny promised to help. I eagerly awaited for her to fulfill her promise, as she had promised me earlier. She called me to serve an old man in his sixties. If he likes me, he will buy me expensive things. I agreed and went in. He is an old man, but based on what I calculated. He's a wealthy man. He is dressed in an expensive suit, a watch, and perfume. He smells nice. He is one of the most powerful men in the country. I was happy and already thinking about how rich I would be and the expensive pieces of jewelry I would get for myself after my season with my client.

I thank Jenny and promise to give her some of my share. My day was fun with the old man, and he likes how I play and give him some unforgettable hot blowing sex, and he seems interested in me.

He asked me to be his only bitch and his plaything after some months with him. I was happy with him. He had been making me happy and spoiling me with expensive and luxurious gifts, watches, and money. He treated me so well, but I can never rely solely on him. I wanted more. I needed more. I want to get married to a rich man. It has always been a dream of mine. I need more sugar daddies.

One faithful day, I met Taylor Fox, the richest young playboy billionaire in town. He was the only child of the Fox family. He was in the company of his friends. He was the most outstanding guy among his friends. He captured my mind and conquered my heart and my soul instantly. He was chatting and smiling with them. I wish he would notice me until an idea comes to my mind. I hope it works...

I stood up and started walking to my dressing room to spruce up. As the most prominent dancer, I was allowed to have my own private room.

After dressing up, I looked into the mirror appeased with myself. The way I look, I look hot as hell. No man will be able to resist me or repudiate me. I will definitely lure him. He will be mine after tonight.

I walked up to the spotlight doing what I know best, my pole dancing. I danced in a hot seductive way. Many people were cheering me up. I had zero interest in them, and I kept yearning for him to glimpse at me. He finally looked up, and our eyes met and locked.

Yes, finally he noticed me. He gazed at me in amazement. I kept dancing more exotically when I realized he stopped chatting with his pals and he was only concentrating on me. I wink at him. I make sure his eyes never leave me. I step down when I know I got him.

(mission successfully done)

I started walking back to my room knowing, completely aware he was following me. I felt a strong arm clenching me before I entered my room.

He pushed me to the wall.

"Easy, '' I said, ``What do you want? I asked innocently!

He smirks. "You have been seducing me ever since you have been on stage, and you have successfully incited my mini Taylor, pointing down at his pants. I gasped. When I saw his aroused dick begging to free himself from his pants, I smiled to myself, proclaiming myself to be so brilliant).

"Oh that, I pointed and said innocently, I can, actually." Before I know it, his lips are already devouring mine. Imploring for an entrance, he kicks open my door before slamming it shut.

"Woman, I am going to punish you for making me so horny, and I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop," he says.

"Oh, please, punish me. I need your punishment," I purred seductively.

"Oh, you little bitch," he said, as he viciously shoved himself into me, I screamed.

Passion and Desire.

Her pussy fail to grip my cock.

How I met Taylor Fox ||.

You are not qualified to be my maid.

Taylor's stance...........

***

"Taylor".

I muffled her outburst of words with my hands before I offered her another vicious thrust.

"You want it, bitch?" I ask. Do you like it?" I felt her nod. I shot into her again, pushing her body up against the dressing table and fucking her roughly like the whore she is.

I felt her wet little pussy.

I began to fucked her. Tougher hard, deeper, and more vicious thrust, not showing her any mercy. Her pussy keeps milking my cock.

Gosh, I'm on fire. She yanked her head back as I got deep inside her.

"Uh. Ah. Urge. She screams and I go hard on her.

I squeezed her boobs and pinched her nipples. She cried out.

"Oh, yes.

"Scream bitch, I want to hear your cry." I moan as I clench her hair.

I am enjoying her pussy. I enjoy the way her pussy sounds. She has a lossy pussy and that makes the sex more sweeter. No pussy grip to milk my cock.

Almost ready to empty my fluid. I clasped hold of her hair so tightly and heaved her head back.

Fuck," I am going to come, she screamed, "I am Cumming.

She screams as I continue to shove my dick deep into her sugar pot.

"Shit", she whispered as her cream replenishing oozed out of her. Her legs throbbed and buckled as she released around my pulsing dick, satisfied and ready to release as well.

I pushed her down on her toes and shoved deep into her pussy, offering myself to her as my come expel into her, groaning after I was done with her.

I cleaned myself up, smiling and satisfied with her service.

I gave her some enormous cash.

I coldly said, "This is for your service. Never shall we meet again" I was about to walk out when she halted me.

"Taylor", she called me.

"Yes," I replied coldly.

"What do you want?" Is the cash not enough? Tell me.

"It is enough, but I'm thinking of making you my boyfriend." I mean, can you be my sugar daddy?" She asked.

"Sugar daddy? You think you deserve to be my girl, "I smirk.

"You are not qualified to be my maid, talk more of being my bitch. You successfully seduced me, and I give you what you deserve. Now get lost, bitch. I'm not interested in a lossy pussy slut.

It started as a dream.

Reina.

I moved in with him as his maid. He gave me a cold shoulder. He barely talks to me. He is a cold man, and he alienates himself from me. However, he is good-looking and extremely sexy. My boss is sexy as hell, and I don't mind having a piece of him.

He had a compelling aura. He was also a neat freak. I clean every minute.

Everything was normal between us. My boss went to work very early and came back very late. He never smiles and he is always cold. I always get wet down there whenever I think about my hot sexy boss.

And it's led to this:

I started having wet nightmares about my boss. I have an erotic night dream about my boss. He is fucking me hard.

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Nightmares.

He moved closer to me before he placed his hands on my thighs. Under his gentle touch, which only aroused me more than it scared me.

"Spread them for me," he requested.

I found myself obeying him willingly. It was like I was not in control of myself anymore.

I followed his fingers, mesmerized by such a benevolent touch.

"Do you want me? He asked. His fingers intertwined my hard nipples.

"Mm, a moan slipped from my lips.

"Yes, I moaned out, swaying my hips to greet his warm hand. My clit was imploring his touch as he continued messaging my inner thighs and sensitive boobs.

I closed my eyes, drifting into the sea of ecstatic desire wrestling with myself. I fought the need to release a moan when his hot lips and teeth pinched my swollen clit. His fingers tips made contact with my aching clit, leaving me in need.

"Will you come for me? He muttered.

He began to go faster and faster as the anticipation began to build in me.

"Yes, yes, I moan." Faster, I exhaled an answer as I pushed for my climax.

I followed the deep thrust of his fingers as they slid deep into my moisture.

"I am going to come, Boss." "Ha".....ha.

My legs were shaking hysterically. I fought to savor every sensational orgasm that left my body.

I rose from my bed as the husky morning voice muffled into her pillow. Since when did she have a wet dream? It bothered me that a dream could have such an effect on me. How would my mind control me even during my slumber? I want my boss to be mine.

How a vivid fantasy could force me to explode despite not even being physically caressed.

The memories of last night's dreams flickered back in her mind, and I almost felt myself getting hot again by just recalling the hot sensation. I never had that kind of erotic dream before, but it felt so good to be true. I wish it comes true. I want to bang and ride on his cock.

***

The Boss.

I kept tossing and was unable to sleep again when her loud moans kept me awake.

I can hear all her moans. The way she moans and keeps shouting my name makes me want to fuck her for real. It's making me feel horny.

I wanted to stay away from her. I hardly talk to her. I have never wanted a girl so badly as I want her. I would like to fuck her little wet pussy. Make her beg me to come and scream as I use my 12 inch monster fat throbbing cock to thrust her pussy.

I want her body, but she is not my type. Always looking at her little boobs and her average ass. I hate girls with normal bodies, yet I was so horny just thinking of what she would look like when naked on my bed. Under me.