Life has a way of throwing curveballs you’d never see coming, moments so wild they feel like dreams, stitching together a reality you couldn’t imagine. My life was proof of that—a kid who stumbled into working at Heaven’s Feel, a high-end brothel, sleeping with high-profile clients, their secrets as heavy as my own. There was the time Aeri’s best friend, Sara, showed up as a client, her blackmail hanging over me like a blade and making me satisfy her all the time. And then there was Aeri herself, my stepmom, the woman I fell in love with, her warmth and love which I didn’t deserve.
Now, here I was, lying on a black leather bed in a red room on the fourth floor, the air thick with musk and sandalwood, candles flickering, low music humming—paled by the surreal truth hovering above me: Elizabeth, the First Lady, the president’s wife, her body clad in black lace lingerie.
"Hey, sweetheart..." Elizabeth said, her voice low and sultry, her fingers tracing my cheeks, her nails grazing my skin, her eyes staring down at me, dark and turned on, her cleavage spilling from her bra, her boobs barely contained, the lace straining against her curves. She leaned closer, her hair brushing my face, her breath warm, her presence overwhelming, the red room’s hypnotic air wrapping us in its spell.
"Hey..." I replied, my voice low, my eyes locked on hers, my hands gripping the leather.
She smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips, her fingers trailing to my eyes, her touch light but electric. "Ahh, man... you’re just like she described you..." she said, her voice teasing, her tongue flicking out, licking my cheek, the wet warmth sending a jolt through me.
"Who?" I asked, my voice soft, my mind racing—someone had talked about me, recommended me, brought the First Lady here, to this red room, to me.
"Mrs. Elora," Elizabeth said, her voice straightforward, and then—*RIP*—her hands grabbed my t-shirt collar, tearing it open with a sharp rip, the fabric splitting, cool air hitting my chest.
"Ahh..." I groaned, my breath catching, my chest exposed, my abs tightening under her gaze, the torn t-shirt hanging off my shoulders.
"Fucking hell, baby," she said, her voice husky, her lips following, kissing, licking, her saliva warm and slick, trailing sensations that made my pulse spike, her mouth moving lower, smooching my abs.
"Mrs. Elora? Wife of the owner of Reliable?" I asked, my voice a mix of a moan, my mind flashing to Elora—another high-profile client, few days ago, her moans, her praise & her wealth.
"Yeah, her," Elizabeth said, sitting up. "She enjoyed being fucked with you a lot and couldn’t stop bragging about it, at our little kitty party." She smirked, her hands on her hips, her eyes raking over me. "So I had to see how good you really are." She came up and straddled my face, her thighs framing me, her fingers grabbing the hem of her black lace panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing her pussy—hot, pink, glistening, her scent musky, sweet and overwhelming, the candles burning steady, the music low in the background.
"Now that makes sense..." I said, my breath uneven, my eyes locked on her hole.
"Ahh baby.." Elizabeth said, pressing her pussy down on my face, muffling my words, her thighs warm, her stockings brushing my cheeks, her wetness slick folds against my lips.
"Shh, sweetheart," she murmured, her hands gripping my hair, as she moved, her boobs swaying, the red light painting her in fire. "Let’s see if you live up to the hype," she said, her smile wicked, her eyes burning.
Elizabeth moved her hips, her pussy wet and warm, grinding against my face, her slick folds gliding over my lips, the scent of her pussy musky and intoxicating, her thighs framing me, her stockings brushing my cheeks.
"Ahhh, yeahh, baby...so good.." she said, her voice sultry, low, dripping with pleasure, her hands pushing her black hair back, the golden highlights catching the red light, her lace bra straining as she groped her boobs, squeezing them, her body arching, savoring the sensation, her eyes half-closed, lost in the heat.
"Suck it properly Ezra...make me feel the heat," she commanded, her tone sultry but firm, her hips rolling faster.
She leaned forward, her hair falling over her face, her nails grazing her thighs, her voice a purr that sent a jolt through me.
I had no other option but to give her what she wants. Well that’s what my job is about so I must all go in and satisfy her.
I opened my mouth, my lips meeting her slick folds, smooching them softly, my tongue swirling around the edges of her pussy, tasting her wetness, her heat, the intimacy raw and overwhelming. I bit gently on her inner circles, my teeth grazing her wet skin, the skin soft against my lips, my hands gripping her thighs tightly, holding them in place as I fucked her with my mouth. My pulse racing, her body a fire I couldn’t resist anymore.
"Ahh, fuck, yes... that’s how..ahh that’s how I want it baby, ahh!" she said, her body jolting, a sharp moan escaping her, her hips bucking, her pussy leaking wetter, her thighs trembling against my face, her stockings sliding, her bra straining as she groped herself harder, her eyes fluttering, her pleasure a wave that pulled me under.
Her pussy dripped, her juicy wetness that leaked out of her pussy, coating my lips, and I slipped my tongue inside her, swirling it around her vaginal walls, exploring her hole deeper, my movements deliberate, matching the grind of her hips, her heat enveloping me, her scent filling my senses
"Ahhh, yeahh, Ezra... fuck, you’re exactly how she described you...I am gonna cum ahh...keep at it." she said, her voice breaking, her eyes closing, her legs shivering, her pussy leaking so bad it told me she was teetering on the edge.
I reached up, my hands finding her boobs, my fingers squeezing over the lace of her bra, feeling the weight of her, large and soft boobs, the fabric straining under my touch, my lips sucking her folds harder, holding them in my mouth, my tongue relentless as I flicker them on her hardened clit.
"Ahh..fuck! Yeahh..ahh...so good..I am going crazy." The wetness of her pussy slick against my face, her hips grinding faster, her stockings sliding, the leather bed creaking, the red room a world of heat and need, her pleasure my only focus.
"Ohh, God! Ahhh, fuck... ahhh..." she moaned, her voice rising, her head tilting back, her hair spilling, her body tensing as she reached her climax, a shudder ripping through her, her pussy pulsing, her juices flooding my face, smothering me in her release, her legs shivering but her hips still moving, gliding, drawing out every wave, enjoying it to the end.
"Ahhh, huhhh..ahhh yeahh..." she sighed, her voice softer now, her body slowing, her hips lifting as she sat back, her stockings shifting, her pussy glistening, her bra and garter dress messed up, her face flushed, her eyes glowing with satisfaction.
"Arghhh, huhhh," I exhaled, finally breathing, my chest heaving, my face slick with the juices her pussy leaked, my torn t-shirt clinging to my shoulders, my jeans tight, my boots flat, the intensity of her climax lingering.
She moved fast, leaning down, her hands grabbing my face tightly, her fingers warm against my cheeks, her lips crashing into mine, kissing me fiercely, her eyes closing, her tongue tasting her own juices on me, her teeth biting my lip, pulling it gently, a smirk spreading as she pulled back, her black hair falling forward.
"Ahh... baby, such a cute boy you are. I want to mess you up so badly." she said, her voice teasing, her fingers brushing my jaw.
"Ahh.."I groaned from the unatural wild kiss that she gave me and responded to her "Sure thing, Mam. I am all yours to use." I said with a faint smile tugging at my lips.
I must give her what she wants and bear it until the night is over. To think I am fucking the first lady was beyond my imagination but to think that she is into adultery is even weirder. I guess all these women have their own forbidden cravings they can’t resist or maybe their husband doesn’t give proper look at them. Well it doesn’t matter to me.
"Hehe that’s how it should be baby." She stepped to the wall, her heels silent on the carpet, her hands reaching for a black blindfold on the red board, its silk gleaming, her fingers tracing it before she turned, her smirk widening, her lingerie shifting, her boobs and curves a sight that made my breath catch.
"We’re gonna have a nice time together, ehe," she said, her voice a low purr, walking back, her stockings whispering, her eyes locked on mine as she leaned down, slipping the blindfold over my eyes, the silk cool against my skin, blacking out the room, the red light, the candles, her face, leaving only her scent, her voice, her touch, the music a faint hum, the night stretching into something untamed, unthinkable.