(Need to catch up on the first two installments of this story? Here is Part 1 and Part 2.)
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Nikki Ginger stepped inside the elevator and held her breath for a moment, just to calm her heartbeat. Her sexy stranger did not speak, but his sly smile told all. Higher and higher, they rose one floor at a time. She could smell his cologne, and it stirred her. The elevator came to a stop, and a small bell signaled the open door. Nikki stepped out into a dimly lit hallway. A key in a lock, the twist of a knob….and her eyes came alive. The apartment was spacious and uncluttered, and it smelled of leather and sandalwood. Nikki wandered ahead while her host disappeared into the kitchen. The sound of a popped cork made her smile.
‘Do you know why I chose you?’ Her host had reappeared, and handed her a glass of red.
‘Because you have excellent taste?’, Nikki Ginger replied.
‘No, because you were the only one there tonight that made me hard’, he said blankly, his eyes too preoccupied with the hem of Nikki’s skirt to look directly at her. He had begun tracing his fingertip across the bottom of the garment, at times stroking her firm thigh. Nikki knew it was no accident.
Thirsty for cum, losing control…..
Nikki could feel her pussy moistening at the contact, and her mind wandered to the anal plug she had been wearing until just a day before. She was glad for the bit of stretch that the toy had allowed her, for she used the plug to remind her of her last encounter. Her pulse quickened just thinking about him entering her now, opening her further than she had been in a while. As he drank his wine, his eyes danced and grew darker, his growing bulge further guaranteeing her the stretch she craved. She could almost taste him, but decided that ‘almost’ wasn’t good enough. So Nikki finished her drink, and placed the wineglass on the glass coffee table. She would much rather drink him instead.
Sinking to her knees, they both knew what was about to happen. She licked her painted lip, and fondled his button and zipper slowly. She wanted to savor the moment, and he noticed. But it wasn’t for his benefit. Nikki Ginger had always been seeking this, and she had found it. Whether it was this man or another, this apartment or another, it made no difference. When upright, Nikki was a lady. But on her knees, her cocksucker ways were no match for her best efforts. There was no lying to herself or anyone else, because the truth was what it had always been. Nikki Ginger was a whore that dreamed of being face fucked and passed around until her pussy dripped, and she could say it as easily as anything else. She savored every drop, and instantly wanted more, always.
Face to face with the cock that she craves….
She hooked her fingertips in the waistband of both his slacks and underpants, pulling them down together. His cock pushed forward like an invitation. Her clit hardened in her skirt, and looking up at him with her blue eyes, her mouth watered. His smooth steel belonged to her.
