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The Love Of Money - Episode 94
27-07-25 (17:19)
and I just wanted to check and see if you were okay
because I'm not sure if I am"
I wanted to grin like a maniac. I wanted to shout from
the rooftops that she wasn't okay with our current
situation. I wanted to tell her that I had thought about
her every day, and that I couldn't wait to kiss her
again.
I wanted to tell her that I was falling in love with her.
And that's exactly why I couldn't tell her any of that.
How could I love her when I was leading this kind of
life? She was already on the edge.. wary about all the
changes happening in both our lives. She had opened
her heart and trusted me, and I didn't want to break
her the way her last boyfriend had. I wasn't good for
her.
I took a deep breath and said, "Natalie, I think it's best
that we don't pursue anything between us."
I got nothing but background noise from her end of the
line.
"My life is complicated, and there's been a lot of
changes. I don't know what's going to happen, and I
know you're a little scared. I don't want to try to start
something with you when everything is so up in the air.
That's why I don't think this is a good idea."
More background noise, but nothing from Natalie.
"Nat?"
"I heard you."
"Can you say something?"
"I'm..." She fell silent for several beats. "I'm sad."
"Yeah" said, "So am I."
"I need to go. I'm boarding soon."
"Oh. Okay," I said. "Have"
The phone went dead as she hung up. "-a good time."
Fuck.
Friday, 8:00 pm
It was my first Friday night. and I stared at the ceiling. I
could It was my first Friday night, and I stared at the
ceiling. I could barely see it in the darkness as I lay on
my bed in my new apartment. I was alone. Natalie
was gone. Helen was gone. Erin left to get Chloe
situated in her new role and assist in hiring a security
team. Now, I had no clue where' she was and didn't
want to call her on a Friday night in case she had plans.
That left me in this massive place on a Friday night by
myself. I guess Vikram was right; in the right
circumstances, I really could maintain my privacy.
It was astounding how I could go from a financial
analyst squarely stuck in the middle-income bracket to
being the wealthiest man in the world. I'd had sex with
four gorgeous women this week, had an entire floor as
an office, bought an apartment for more than one
hundred million dollars, and had just been sucked off by
my lawyer while her daughter was on the phone. How
was that even possible? I had everything a man could
wish for.
However, after what transpired between Helen and
me, then with Natalie, being in this house felt empty. I
felt empty. I spent so much time processing the
changes in my life or getting my dick wet, that this was
the first time in a week that I'd had more than a few
moments to navel gaze. It was unsettling.
I pulled out my phone and looked through my history.
After Natalie, I tried to reach out to a few people to see
if they were busy. Emily had replied, but she was busy
at an after-party in celebration of getting the part she
had auditioned for, and I didn't have the heart to
dampen her mood. Dillon hadn't returned my text. I
tried a couple of other friends, Jonah and Kwan,
realizing that I had ignored them all week and had to
remind myself that they weren't at my beck-and-call
like Erin. I Identified the frustration at not getting
answers back when I wanted them; I was getting used
to the instant gratification.
"I need to be careful about that," I muttered.
I thought about calling Bobbi, but I didn't want to deal
with her crap. What I really wanted was to talk to
Natalie. I wanted to rewind to the moment before I'd
essentially closed the door on us and tell her why. I
wanted to explain the money and women and tell her
everything. Why did she have to leave for the
weekend? Why had I been stupid enough to say what
I sald?
I just wanted to pass the weekend by sleeping through
it. I rolled
over and buried my face in my mattress, screaming into
it in an attempt to move past whatever melancholy
was holding me
hostage. I had so many questions:
Why had I inherited all this money?
What unforeseen things should I be worried about?
Why had Colin been poisoned? Who had done it?
Was I in danger of the same fate?
What was next for me?
Should I try to talk to Natalie again when she gets back
or take Helen's advice to heart and not tie myself down
to a single woman?
Then there was Helen. What the fuck was I supposed
to do about Helen? Was I being too hard on her? Was
she in an impossible situation that left her little room?
She told me that she was mine, and encouraged me to
trust her but purposefully hid things from me and had
been actively trying to manipulate me.
However, she had volunteered all that information. Did
she get points for that?
And let's not get started on Ashlee.
And just who the fuck broke into my apartment?
I rolled back over, stared at the ceiling once more, and
sighed in frustration, "What am I doing?"
"You're starting your weekend, a voice said in the dark.
A light just outside the master bedroom flicked on. I sat
up and blinked as my eyes adjusted to the intrusion on
my senses, making out the slight, feminine curves of a
woman standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the
illumination pouring from behind her.
"Erin?"
"Yes, sir?"
"I thought you were gone for the night."
"I was," she responded, her hand sliding down the
frame of the door and falling to her side as she took a
few steps toward me. "But I talked to Helen briefly. It
sounded like you had a rough day, so after I was done
with Chloe, I picked up a few things and came back
here. I had a feeling you might need some company."
"It's Friday night. Shouldn't you be out with friends or
something?"
She slowly sauntered toward me. I could barely make
out the details of her face, but those hardly mattered. It
was what she was wearing that drew my attention - a
simple set of lingerie encased in a sheer robe that had
no practical purpose because it concealed absolutely
nothing. Her ensemble was completed by a pair of high
heels that gave her two extra inches of height.
She stopped and stared down at me in silence, her face
too obscured by the near darkness for me to read her
expression and gain an idea of what she might be
thinking. Not really interested in playing games, I simply
sat on the bed and silently stared back at her.
Erin finally stretched out and flicked on the bedside
lamp, illuminating both of us in soft incandescence. I'd
been right about the outfit, but the light revealed the
lingerie set was pastel pink, lightly edged in lace, and
shimmering in a way that led me to believe the fabric
was silk. I'd been mistaken about her wearing
underwear. She was wearing a garter belt attached to
some stockings, which all matched perfectly with the
bra. Her completely shaven mount glistened in the soft
lamplight with her juices. Her hair had been kept up in
a clip all day, but now it hung loose and draped around
her face like a silver curtain. Erin reached for the
buttons on my shirt and began undoing them, her big
brown eyes watching me.
"No sir," she said softly, "I don't have anywhere' else to
be right now other than doing my job."
She slipped my shirt off my shoulders and let her
perfectly manicured fingernails trail down my chest,
falling lower to my abdomen, then continuing south to
the buckle of my belt. In a few moments, she had my
pants, underwear, and socks completely removed,
leaving me sitting on the bed naked.
Erin knelt in front of me and eyed my steel-hard cock
then looked back up at me with a mischievous smile.
She leaned forward and planted her lips on the
underside of my penis, just below the head. A small
bead of precum slipped out the tip and stood there,
glistening in the lamplight like morning dew.
I suddenly found my breathing shallow and ragged, and
all my problems were fading like that same morning
dew two hours later.
She pulled away, then proceeded to climb my legs and
straddle my lap, placing her hands on either side of my
face as we gazed at each other. A slender thumb ran
over my cheek as we both breathed our shallow
breaths, our exhalations mingling as she drew her face
close to mine. Erin had always felt energetic, in control,
and exuberant when anything sexual was happening,
but this was different. She seemed smaller. Helpless.
Delicate. As she looked at me, I saw a petite young
woman who was offering her body to me in comfort
and companionship.
I felt my shaft graze along the wet folds between her
legs, and could feel her hips pivot to align the opening
of her pussy with the head of my cock. I'd done a lot of
sexual things with Erin, but we hadn't actually fucked.
Was that about to change? She leaned her head
forward, nuzzled her cute nose on mine, and then gave
me a
soft kiss on the lips.
"I know you've been through a lot of changes this
week," she whispered, her nose still grazing mine. The
look in her eyes contained gentle sympathy. "I know
you still have a lot of questions."
The pang of remembering Natalie resurfaced, but in the
light of Erin's loving gaze, it was blunted. In this
moment, Erin felt like the moon, shining brightly enough
to make it almost seem like she was the only thing in
my night sky.
She lowered herself, her wet folds making contact with
the head of my cock, it met resistance and Erin slowly
kept up the pressure. I could feel the mushroom head
ever-so-slowly engulfed in warm, wet flesh.
"You're wealthy beyond your wildest dreams. You have
power beyond your imagination, and there are so many
people who will do anything for you just to have a
small piece of that."
I felt the head of my dick break through whatever
resistance there had been and slip fully inside the
opening of her pussy. I let out an audible groan, my
face inching forward in search of her lips. They grazed,
but a kiss didn't happen. Instead, she stroked the side
of my face and continued.
"But remember, Marcus, I will always be here. You
bought me. You paid for me, and I'm yours, baby." The
word "baby' caused my cock to lurch and I worked my
hips upward, trying to slip more of myself inside her,
but she followed my movements, denying me more
access to her.
"Look at me, sir," she said. The juxtaposition between
her low-key command and calling me sir was a real
turn-on and was a perfect representation of Erin Malik.
She was confident, brazen, and representation of Erin
Malik. She was confident, brazen, and energetic, but
knew perfectly well when to follow my orders and
submit to my desires. She really was the perfect
assistant. As I looked up into her big brown eyes, I
knew for a one hundred percent certainty she was
everything I needed. I felt like I could truly trust her.
"Tell me you understand. Please tell me you understand
that you don't have to worry about me. I'll always be
yours for as long as you'll have me." Her request was
barely more than a whisper.
I understand," I lied. Even though I felt completely safe
with her, I was still confused... was this some sort of
profession of love?
Erin closed her eyes and lowered her body onto my lap,
and the length of my cock sank into her hot cunt in one
single, slow thrust. She gasped and shuddered as I held
her small frame in my arms.
"Thank you," she breathed, and then began to bounce in
my lap as she molded her lips on mine for a fierce kiss
as my cock began to piston in and out of my gorgeous
assistant's pussy, I could feel her warm breath pass
across my face as it became more rapid. Our tongues
sought out one another with equally rapid urgency. Her
arms wrapped around my neck and her fingers twisted
through my hair and gripped it tight. I slipped my hands
underneath her bra to palm her firm breasts, kneading
it in my hand to remind myself of their firmness. I
enjoyed the feeling of the slick inner walls of her pussy
clamping down on the length of my cock as it
repeatedly Invaded her small, tight pussy.
We stayed in that position for a good ten minutes. She
writhed in my lap as we pawed at each others' bodies
while sharing oxygen. And then Erin threw her head
back, arched her body as if she were trying to get
away from me, and let out the loudest wall I'd ever
heard from a woman while fucking her. The sight of her
svelte body covered in a thin sheen of sweat that
glistened in the lamplight, arched back as she quaked in
my arms pushed me over the edge, and I came deep
inside my assistant, coating her insides with jet after jet
of my semen. Realizing that we could make as much
goddamn noise as we wanted to, I yanked her forward
and plastered her body against me as I screamed
primal pleasure before sinking my teeth into her
shoulder. I fell back on the bed and took her with me,
taking on her full one-hundred-and-change weight as
we fell into the soft bed of the California King.
The next few minutes passed with us clinging to each
other, sweating and panting noisily as we started
sentences but were unable to finish them. The third
time that happened, Erin fell into a
fit of algoles and pulled my head into her modest
bosom as she fit of giggles and pulled my head into her
modest bosom as she kissed the top of my head.
"Oh god... how did I get so lucky to find this job?"
"Are you kidding me," replied, my voice slightly muffled
by the fabric of the bra and her damp skin, "Who's the
lucky one here?"
"How about we call it a draw?" she asked into my hair
before delivering another series of kisses.
"Sure," I replied.
A few moments of silence passed.
"Hey. Thanks for this. This is exactly what I needed." I
said and nuzzled her chest. "Natalie's out of town all
weekend," I said. I felt a little weird bringing up Natalie
while I still had my dick buried Inside Erin.
"I know," she replied.
"How..?"
"Just assume I know everything," she sighed. "It's
easier."
Challenge accepted. "I said we shouldn't pursue
anything."
She didn't respond. I just felt her arms squeeze me a
little tighter.
"And then there's Helen. I don't know what to do about
her. I wasn't sure how I was going to get through the
weekend."
Erin didn't respond at first, and I started to wonder if I'd
said something wrong. Then she gave me another kiss
on the top of my head and sat up, "Well can't have my
employer distraught over the weekend. Let me see if I
can do something about that." Then she bounded off
my lap, my softened prick slipping free from her vagina
and exposing it to the cool apartment air.
She reached for something on the floor and when she
stood back up, my lingerie-clad assistant had her phone
to her ear. A moment later, Erin spoke into the
mouthpiece, "Hey Dannil Are you busy this weekend?
No? Good." She looked down at my semi-hard dick and
ran the back of a finger up the length of it, causing it to
twitch. She smiled at me and winked.
"Why don't you meet me at the Starlight in an hour,
and bring an overnight bad. I have some ideas." 27-07-25 (17:19)
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