A confab's oddity

Naïve butterfly, Rex could break her in no time. The girl had been mindfucking him while he was busy untying her shoes. If only she knew how kinky his lifestyle is rigidly deemed, or the role Rex envisioned her taking part in, and that his motive is far from the romantic scene they stood depicting. Then… the lady won't be here, admiring him like he's her rising star.

An upward glance at her voluptuous lips, Rex couldn't help but imagine the thrill of having them wrapped around his length while they shared a sixty-nine position in his unique room. Even more so, to see her eyes bulging from gagging as he hip stroked in and out of her rims.

Nope.

Rex shakes his head to clear off the fog.

“Perhaps this confab’s oddity is to blame for turning me so much on,” he asserts. Somewhat resisting, he redirected his eyes to glimpse at the others in the convenience, only to meet everyone gone. For how ages ago, he couldn't tell. But he swapped into action, taking advantage of what the moment offered.

Inhaling and exhaling out a surprising surge of nervousness, and in his most business voice, he asked that she becomes his pet for the night.

“Become my pet for tonight, all you have to do is kneel, crawl and crave for my spank.”

“What? Look, I'm sorry to have pushed you Mr., but tell me, did I hear you intelligibly?” She queried. Rex, however, feigns ignorance to her question, especially since he meant every word of his offer.

“You?”

Her eyes snaps wide, finally registering the shocking effect of his proposal. However, the staggering picture? Despite Angela's perplexed demeanor, Rex's earlier imagination is void of having his pole driving in and out of her lip's interior.

Rex sighs. Patience, big boy, he cautioned his third legs, withholding the urge to stroke its length.

“Excuse me, Mr., but you can't have been serious, right?”

“Baby, I don't promise what can't be delivered.” His voice is hoarse, pants and palms ready to display to her just how intense tonight could get.

“But what if I'm married?”

“Your finger is without ring marks.”

“Still, you can't go about indirectly labeling the ladies.”

“I hit as directly as I would love to have you nailed to my rod, and... I pay handsomely fat.”

“Me?”

Pointing to herself, she then takes to a round of amusement. Rex's brows knit together in a frown. F.ck you, Thomas, he cursed anew with irritation, wishing his associate was within a strangling reach.

While Tom would be grateful to the stars for not being within Rex's grasp this minute, Angela busily laughed herself out, not registering his palms groping at her butts.

Rex enjoyed the feel of flesh glued to his grasp. It contrasted with the thought of shaking the lady out of her hysterical state~the very idea his darker shade was urging him to engage.

However, as Angela is yet to notice Rex's hands having their way with her buttocks, frustrated and in need of a coherent response towards his proposition, Rex, bracing his left grip more securely on her waist, used his freed part to pinch a nipple. This drew her attention at last. Her protruding breast became rock hard and visible through the revealing attire she wore tonight.

Panicked, Angela briefly nurses the idea to shout for help before deciding against such. She remembered being the first to have done likewise to him. Though her eyes had been closed when she had groped at his nipple, before now, Rex was having a hard time, restraining himself from touching. It just so happens he's a boob's male after all. They were considerably full too, he noted.

Lost in reflection and about to get away from the man standing intimately with her, eyes staring at the depths of her soul, limbs fitting his torso directly to her junction, trying to step backwards Angela loses her balance. Rex's protective instincts had him playing the knight in her shining armor. This time, though, there wasn't much of a gap between their joint bodies when he embraced her back.

All through it, more bodily contact was invested than was sustainable for a first-time encounter. The scene they created looked like a loving cuddle to an onlooker. But there was nothing romantic about how the duo felt, except for sheer lust.

To Rex though, the idea of training a non-sub further takes a bigger role in heightening his arousal; his third legs grew in width as if to emphasize his need. Be my slave for a night, he was about to reaffirm. But the lady was out of her dreamy state and pushing him far away before Rex could renew his offer.

Alright, and damn you again, Thomas. Just why does it have to be difficult to convince one girl I don't love? Should I tell her that tender emotions were but mere illusions forged by the weakest hearts who sought to avoid the harsh reality of the world? Confused, Rex wondered.

Still, he pried his mind open, wishful to share with her that; Hey baby, I am not the gentleman who falls into affection, but I like you enough to do nasty things to fulfill your fantasy.

Would that suffice?

The most rational idea would be to play it conventional, Rex reconsiders. He may not win her as a sub right off, but a subterfuge approach is a caveman's best bet, and…, if the determined boss intends leaving the club with Angela in tow.

And so, looking at her tear-filled eyes, courtesy of her earlier amusement, Rex brings his hands upward to wipe away the tear map on her face. She tried to resist his vanilla affection, only to relax and observe him take care of her when Rex didn't relent from his intentions.

It's funny, though. Previously, Rex, never knew a day would come when he would enjoy taking care of someone. Heck, he hardly watched the faces of the ladies he used as nightly toys.

As if to emphasize the attraction, Rex's Jack throbs, anticipating a skilled move to thrill his pants even further, with the inexperienced-looking beauty.The process of how to win the red-haired as his sub for this midnight has his third legs sprouting out larger veins than normal.

From Angela's dreamy eyes, Rex could make out her fantasies, and if she likes it flavored, then he looks forward to giving her all the tenderness this midnight would bring.

'Perhaps this won't be a bad idea, I need to find out how this bodily magnet can heighten my ejaculation.' Rex articulates.

And so, but with his initial intentions now conflicted, stretching out his hands like a lover would do, Rex tucks some strands of Angela's disheveled hair straight up to the back of her ears. He wasn't after the gesture's significance at all, just as long as it aids his rod, get her junction functional tonight. The most important thing still remains; Rex detests bedding the ladies more than a night.