When Sally found out that her small-time fashion company had just become big-time news, she was inundated with requests from would-be business partners and investors. But the name that stood out among all the emails was Genevieve Barton: A strong woman who has an interest in Sally that goes beyond mere fashion… As well as a stiff secret between her legs... More
When Sally found out that her small-time fashion company had just become big-time news, she was inundated with requests from would-be business partners and investors. But the name that stood out among all the emails was Genevieve Barton: A strong woman who has an interest in Sally that goes beyond mere fashion… As well as a stiff secret between her legs that she’s ready and willing to put to the test!
Warning: This 5,700-word story contains graphic descriptions of futanari / dickgirl sex, and is intended for mature audiences only.
Maybe it was just the wine, but I realized that at some point in the night I had started to become quite aroused. It had been years since I had been with a woman, but I still had an appreciation for the female form. I suddenly realized that if I had the chance to have a romp in the hay with this gorgeous, powerful woman, I would take it. And if she put the moves on me, well, I wouldn’t want to jeopardize my future business by making her upset or anything, would I?
There was something different about her. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I could tell that there was something different about Genevieve… And I was determined to find out what it was.
Genevieve and I sat inside the restaurant for a while longer, finishing the bottle of wine. I loathed small talk, and it seemed that she wasn’t a fan of it either, and we were soon talking about not just business plans, but also personal plans, life plans, hopes and dreams. It was during this that I felt an affection for her starting to grow deep in my heart.
“Do you have a husband? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?” she asked as she idly traced one fingertip around the rim of her wine glass. I shook my head at each question, then asked her the same.
Genevieve’s smile only broadened. “You don’t really know me all that well, do you?”
“Do you think the best way to get to know me is to play twenty questions?” I shot back, the wine emboldening me and making me feel defensive. It had been a long time since I had gotten laid, and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I felt myself flush with embarrassment.
“Tell you what,” Genevieve said. “I’ve got a little secret that I’ll let you in on. Does that sound fair?”
I wrinkled my face. “I suppose,” I said. I wasn’t looking forward to playing some kind of Truth or Dare game with a beautiful billionaire… Was I?
Genevieve put her hand on top of mine, and slid it under the table, placing it on her thigh. Holding my wrist in a vice-like grip, she moved it up and up, and under the thin silk of her dress.
“I’m not wearing any panties,” she breathed, and my pulse quickened. “But that’s not the secret.”
Pulled along by her hand, my hand moved up her smooth skin, towards where her legs joined together. Instead of a warm wet pussy, my fingertips brushed against a thick rod of flesh, and immediately recognized it for what it was: A cock. Genevieve had a cock.
My eyes opened wide in shock, and I was suddenly jerked back to sobriety. Genevieve simply kept smiling, and moved my hand all the way up so that her thick, stiff rod was now resting in the palm of my hand. At her gentle prodding, I wrapped my fingers around her thick organ, and began to slowly jerk her off.
“You’re such a pretty young thing,” she said. “I don’t see why you should be spending tonight alone… Do you?” She shifted in her seat, spreading her legs and allowing me better access.
My heart was beating faster and faster, and I began to stroke her cock faster and faster. I gave it a squeeze, and she hissed with a sigh of pleasure.
“Go on,” she said, watching me closely. Her eyes were wide open, and alive. “I think you know what to do.”
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