Fifty Shades of Lies

disappointed expression. I was certainly blowing this interview.

Blowing, now, there’s that word again that Rae had mentioned this morning. Should I offer him a blowjob of epic satisfaction for the opportunity to be on the show? He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen, easy on the eyes, and I would not mind seeing the rest of him either. A pang of blazing hot adrenaline traveled to all exteriors of my body… and riveted to the apex of my thighs. I needed a quick distraction. My eyes scanned the office.

Apart from the painting the rest of the room was pleasant enough, and quite exotic, clean… dark and handsome. But, the most gorgeous element in the office was the tempting Mr. Maximillion. He was sculpted like a Greek god, a vision of perfection, sitting perfectly posed and captivating my womanhood’s attention. My eyes fell to the large package that now seemed to be pulsating between his legs. Oh my, it felt like the air in the room had stopped flowing. The heat was unbearable. I inadvertently fanned my face with my hand. It was impossible to cool the rush; it came from deep within. I was disturbed and astonished by where my thoughts were heading.

“I think every woman needs to have her own interest.” His voice echoed in the depths of my ears.

I was temporarily preoccupied with the thought of crawling into his lap… it felt almost like a psychic premonition unfolding in my mind. The magnetic draw between us was imperceptible. I felt it. His pheromones radiated into the most primitive part of my faculties. I was on high alert to attack or be attacked.

I slinked off the sofa and crawled across the floor like a white panther on all fours. It was purely instinctual. The feeling was overwhelming. Nothing short of a natural disaster would stop me from giving pleasure to him. I was in heat—like an alley cat functioning on pure instincts. I desired to partake of his carnal flesh, and to relish in what was to come…

When I reached the foot of this strong sire, there was no trepidation, no hesitation on my part. Gracefully, I positioned my tiny frame between his long powerful legs, resting my elbows on his knees. I seductively began to unzip his pants with my teeth.

His eyes beckoned me with an expression of approval, as they locked with mine. He adorningly fixed his eyes upon my every move as I unfurled his massive sex. A wicked lascivious smile surfaced on his beautiful unshaven face. Oh my, his swollen manhood was so thick, long and pulsating from the heat of his blood.

I started by holding his member with one open fist, in which I could not completely grasp with my fingers. I then licked the length of his cock. With my other hand I massaged his balls, glancing up every now and then to see his reaction. The tip of my tongue followed along the firm dorsal vein of his sex, as I blew short warm breaths on my way up. I stroked the length of him in fluid pumping movements, heightening his lusty desire. This soared my passion too. His sturdy vessel grew in girth with every provocative touch I made, validating that he wanted me. I licked my lips, cooing and preparing to take all of him. My salacious desire was to linger on his phallus for all eternity.

I slowly inhaled deeply acclimating and lengthening the back of my throat for his vast member. I was hungry for every inch of this man’s velvet vein-y sword. My tongue swirled around the smooth enlarged crown of his cock then flickered along the sturdy edge of its head. This is an extremely sensitive area. I copulated my lips around his entire scepter, devouring his sex completely. The length of his shaft caused my throat muscles to constrict tightly around him, as I swallowed hard. This was overwhelming. Involuntary tears welled in my eyes. Tears of determination.

I further kneaded his balls—correction, his big balls, allowing my fingers to tantalizing his perineum. My eyes fluttered intermittingly, glancing up into his dreamy eyes that were fixated on me, as I inhaled. The gaze in his eyes was hypnotic, diffusing passion through my veins that course heat into the apex of my wet sex. I twisted my mouth around his cock up and down stimulating his sensitive shaft. His body shuddered beneath my touch, fisting his fingers into my silken hair. This was his last and only attempt, whereas, signaling me he was nearing ecstasy.

There was no way I would let up, pushing him deeper into my salivating mouth. I wanted to give him the best blowjob he had ever experienced. His breath panted, rapidly. The sound of his voice, his moans, and his pulse vibrated wildly, matching the throbbing sensation, riveting to the core of my pink love tunnel. I sped up my movements, my head bobbed up and down as I fucked his ever-expanding dick with my mouth. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and begged him to come inside. His Steely muscle vibrated in my palm. I took a couple deep breaths, opening my lips and ravaged him down to the core.

Within seconds he exploded like a geyser; his sweet seeds shot to the back of my throat. I fervently licked the aftermath that oozed from the corners of my lips. Oh, he tasted so edible, like a candied apple. An Apple? I questioned myself. I swallowed hard, cheeks flushed, certain that I had pleased him to the fullest. A job well done.

His body went languid, yet his manhood stood erect and hard within seconds, again. He had a zero refractory period. This man had the libido of a stealth jet and I knew just where he could land. He could be a perpetual fucking machine if he wanted to be. My insatiable appetite wanted to suck on him forever. Instead, he reached down and pulled me up onto his lap, our stares were intense. I felt heat scattering to my weighted limbs. His long fingers sensuously caressed my warm cheeks; he then tilted my chin upward. Our breath met first then he passionately leaned nearer to kiss me. I closed my eyes. No, in reality, I closed my eyes, and cooed out loud.

“Are you okay, Miss Ridame?” Suddenly, a shadow crossed over my closed eyelids. It was Mr. Maximillion, waving his long hand in front of my face.

I cringed inside, certainly flushing from the heat all over. My fingers knotted in my lap. I blinked twice, clearing away the erotic vision. How do you recover quickly from giving the best fantasy blowjob to a mogul? If he only knew, where I was a moment ago, he would be enjoying this interview much more.

My core fluttered from little waves of warm sensations. Hormonal overload. The aftershocks lingered from my deep throat debut. Linda Lovelace would be proud of my performance. I heard they were doing a remake, perhaps, I will audition—but only if Mr. Maximillion was my leading man.

I flashed down at my thighs, mentally holding my breath, I dreaded that the moisture from my mouni had dripped passed my short hemline. I was mortified when I saw evidence of female nectar streaming down my legs. I clasped my calves together trying to dissolve the moisture. Damn… I grabbed a pillow and tried to camouflage my drippings. God, I prayed it didn’t seep onto his sofa.

“Oh yes, I was contemplating your question—and I agree.” Then I bit the inside of my cheek, having no idea what I had agreed too.

“Do you need a tissue I see—” He was staring at my legs. I desperately tired to wrap them beneath the bolster of the sofa. What a mess I must have looked like.

“No, it’s just water—water from—” I tossed my head looking fanatically around for my ice water. Shit it’s in the waiting room. I could feel the skin on my face melting with embarrassment.

He handled me a tissue, anyway. “It’s kind of hot in here isn’t it?”

“Hot, as hell,” I hoarsely blurted out. “So, you were saying.” I said, changing the subject.

“So if you find a husband on my show—will you keep modeling or take on the duties of a business man’s wife? Which can be quite different from marrying a nine to five working man.” He nodded, solidifying his male-chauvinistic ideologies. “Most multimillionaires expect their wives to be at their beckon call, or well, he may pay another pretty woman on the sly to satisfy his needs.”

Hum, what if the millionaire is the wife? Asshole. “Hum, as for your question, it sounds like a trick question. First you say a woman should keep her own identity… then you say that being married to a multimillionaire is her job. Are you kidding me?” My eyes beamed in on his. “I am not going to marry a man that I have to submit too.” I hissed. “I am the prize here.” I bit my tongue.

Mr. Maximillion furrowed his forehead, and nodded despondently. His smile fell into a tight straight-line. He didn’t seem too pleased with my reply. I am not sure why I was feeling so emotional about his questions. It wasn’t like I was going to be on the show anyway. I almost forgot I was only filling in for Bleu-Rae. I knew I would have to restrain my views, opinions and reframe from talking-with-out thinking first. A tongue like mine can get me into big trouble. I had to think like my sister.

“Life is a conundrum for sure—you never know what you will do for a love interest, until you are faced with the choices or ultimatums,” he said, with a crooked smile. Was he conceding to me? I had not expected this in the least.