***MY FIRST SMUT POST*** **PROMPT:** You come across a ver..

***MY FIRST SMUT POST*** **PROMPT:** You come across a very wealthy man (think billionaire-ish)....he is very attractive, and its pretty clear he sleeps with a different woman anytime he wants. You have the opportunity to spend one night with him. Describe what you would do, so that no matter how many other women he slept with, he'd remember you, and in fact measure them against you..... **STORY:** I met a man this weekend. Not just any man, either. A real catch. Think Mr Grey. Hugh Hefner in his prime. Tony Stark. It was clear that he was wealthy, more wealthy than anyone really needs to be. It was even more clear that I wouldn’t be the only one competing for his attention that evening- all eyes were on him. Whether it be jealousy or lust, everybody was well aware of his presence. I had never seen him before, but our company was known for having a lot of behind the scenes action so I wasn’t too surprised. Probably some hotshot lawyer. I wasn’t worried, but I knew I needed to act fast. I freshened my lipstick and subtly made sure my dress was positioned how it was intended to be. Black silk, low cut, thin straps, and hugging all the right spots. It had a slit up my left leg that was questionably a few inches higher than it maybe should be for a company party, but seeing this man across the room assured me I had made the right choice. I would make my message clear. I sauntered over to the tables where he was standing, propping myself against the countertop, angling myself so that he sees every curve. He can’t help but notice me. His eyes slowly make their way around my body, taking in every single bit of me in my new dress - the one that fit my curves like a glove. I had a feeling he would appreciate my alternative look, and maybe a little more skin… so I shimmied my leg out of the slit of the dress and exposed my soft, ivory skin, showing off the ink that makes its way all over my body, begging to be seen in its entirety. He stared as if no one else was in the room. I knew I had him. I grabbed a glass from the server, pretending I hadn’t noticed Mr Handsome staring at me. Naturally, he is quick to get my attention as I begin to walk away. He knows it’s too good of an opportunity to miss. He introduces himself, letting me know that I can call him Max. He’s even more handsome up close. Something about his eyes pulls me in further, they’re dark and send my thirst for him absolutely wild. Mischievous, at the very least. I don’t waste any time. My hand caresses his bicep over his suit jacket as I introduce myself, making myself very clear. “Arizona,” I say, meeting his eyes and giving him a smile I’ve been told could make any man lose their control. “Follow me.” He says. Of course, I obey. We leave the party, getting into his car. He had a driver, of course, so his hands were free to explore. It was a short ride to his hotel - just long enough for us to tease each other a bit. A little flirty banter brought him right out of his company party mood and into the mood I needed. Up the elevator to the penthouse, he leads me in and slowly undoes the zipper on the back of my dress, kissing my shoulder, sensually breathing on my neck. He wants me, bad. We haven’t even made it past the sitting room. My shoulder strap falls and he pulls the other down with it, letting my dress fall to expose my breasts. He kisses my chest, making his way to each nipple with his tongue. He pushes my dress past my hips to the floor, pleased to find that I took the liberty of not wearing any panties tonight. On his knees, he pulls me into his mouth, immediately sending my eyes into the back of my head. His tongue on my clit has the potential to drive me absolutely insane - and it quickly does. I cum, hard. And I just can’t fucking take it anymore. I beg for him. “Max, please, I need to feel you” He stands, meeting my lips with his, letting me taste how wet he had made me. He smiles, taking my hand and leading me to the California king in the next room. He stands several inches taller than me as I unbutton his shirt, making my way to his belt, and more importantly the giant bulge beneath it. Slowly, I pull his hard cock out from his pants and gasp. I take him into my mouth, moaning with pleasure as I feel his thick cock stretch my throat. I gag and go back for more, over and over again until he lifts me up and turns me around, bending me over and spitting on my open pussy. He enters me with his hands gripping my hips, slowly pulling me on to him, giving me every inch of his hard cock as I let out another gasp…. It’s everything I needed it to be. And I’m everything he needed, too. I can tell by the way he won’t let me go. The way he has to be careful not to explode inside me. We fuck for hours. Every position, every surface of the suite. We go and we go and when the sun comes up, we’re still going. We fuck hard and rough, soft and slow, and he fucks me like no one has before. I give him all I’ve got, riding and sucking and fucking like it was the only thing I had ever been meant to do. Finally, he fills me with his hot cum as I begged for it. He tells me that no one has ever made him cum like that before. But I did. He sends me off in his car with his driver, showered and still full of his cum. I wonder if I’ll hear from him again, feeling between my legs tingle at the idea. I was confident I had given him a night to remember but who knows… a man like that? Any girl would be his, all he had to do was ask. Maybe there was too much competition. But before I could even turn the key in my own door, my phone chimes and I see he has already text me. He’s mine now. Mine enough that I’ve got him hooked for a minute, at least. I smile and leave his message on read for now, turning my coffee machine and laptop on as I get to back work. *share your thoughts in the comments!*