Sensual Sunday: Snow White! 4th flake
As we enter the room a eerie restraint snares the fingers and lips together to stop every sound in the room. With a chill crawling slowly down my spine I keep on miss Sneaux’s tail to an empty chair, where she would stop and point a finger at.
“If you would be so kind to sit here”
-“Th-thank you Miss Sneaux…”My heart pounds within my throat against my Adams apple. Sweat soaks into my freshly pressed shirt and I could just feel myself slip away from my chair.
“Well then. Since Mr Charmallot has finally decided to join us we can continue with the plan and future of this company…”
-“I… I am. s-sorry but … but why am I here?”I could hardly get the words across my lips as the looks on everyone’s faces was fierce and pierced through me with a force that made me want to run and hide.
“When I talk you listen. Like a good boy. Everyone else does.So from now on shut the hell up.” She was even scarier than before. Her voice was stern and made me feel threatened. So much like her appearance. She is a lot older than me or Sneaux with glaring squinted eyes but a smooth natural looking skin.
Her dress was a sheer black that accentuated her figure perfectly. As she stood there leaned over the table with her fist firmly placed down. Her curves jiggled gently but firm. A waist belt of a vibrant red wiggled with her hips. I started dwelling in the dark corners of a filthy mind.
“Are you staring at me Mr Charmallot? Would you mind getting your head our of the gutter.”
I heard the words spoken but it was a soft touch of hand upon my shoulders that shook me awake and nodded a firm, no. “I am sorry I am just puzzled on why I am here, please continue.”
“I would not mind continuing if you can stay with us.”
My head nodded up and down. My feelings were a mere reflection of my late night escapades and a woman that sits here besides me. Her image matches perfectly
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It took hours before she was done talking. All the while pretending to be listening”and have read some of the file, my eyes kept getting diverted to the seat next to me. Arousal of an animalistic nature, the carnal hunger for a bite from her. Wanted to know if a dream can become real. My hand twitched and cramped between my legs. To hide with all my might the desire that had manifested inside my pants.
“So What do you think Mr. Charmallot, think you can get it done? ” The creepiness of the voice resonated through my head and froze me solid.
-“Uhm… Yeah. I can do that, I think. Make you the face of your new product. A cream made from apples.”
“I do not pay to think, you do. If not you can think about a new job. Is that clear. Miss Sneaux will help you.”
-“Yes, ma am!” My voice tripped over my own tongue as I felt stared at with a killing intent from the man next to the woman who took charge from the start. You could hear his teeth grind behind his clenched lips.
He forced me to look away and turn my head around. The scenery that unfolded was one to cherish. Her pink lips were smiling and her cheeks covered with pure and natural blush.
To be continued…
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I decided to go all the way with this story, so it might take a lot longer than previous ones.
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