Who Going to Pay for University? (Closed)

Accepting her kiss . . . never going to turn those down. As she stands to leave, Brandon looks at her, "Sit down, Anna. We aren't done talking just yet."

Brandon knows how jealous Anna can become; he feels she is avoiding what she heard earler, which will only come back to bite her in the ass if it doesn't get dealt with now.
 
The petulant, pouty expression she aimed at him was usually enough for him to give in to her demands but tonight he didn't budge at all. It appeared as though they were going to have this conversation whether she wanted to or not. Her butt dropped back into the chair, following his direct order. She's learned that when he bosses her around like that, it's either during sexy times or Anna is working on a one-way ticket to trouble. Otherwise, his authority is assumed but not generally enforced.

She folded her hands in her lap, looking up at him through her dark eyelashes. He's silent, just gauging her reaction, waiting for her to crack in the nervous silence. She began to fidget but still kept her lips sealed.
 
"One think I thought that we had going for us was complete openness and honesty. I can tell by your face that there is something you want to say or you want to ask. Which is it? I'm not having you sleep in my bed with me thinking everything is ok between us. I'm sorry, baby girl, but you've been in my life too long for me not to be able to read you . . . at least a little bit. So, out with it."

Brandon really didn't like talking to her like this, but confrontation in his business was sometimes the only way to get at the truth . .. might as well do it here at home.
 
She worried her lip, aggravated that he was pushing her. He could probably see the storm brewing in her eyes. "Fine! I'll sleep in my bed while you go call your new girlfriend and whisper sweet nothings in her ear while you take her to my favourite restaurant without me," she muttered angrily. "Now you know. Are we done now? I think I might even go sleep at Shane's tonight!"
 
As Anna spits out the last words, Brandon stands up from his desk and walks around, taking the chair next to Anna.

"We're done when I say we are done."

He can see the storm building in Anna; this one is going to take a little while to calm down. And, his insistence on her finally saying what was really troubling her only increased her "temperature".

"Take a deep breath and listen to me. You walked in on the tail end of a conversation with an old friend, someone with whom I had a relationship until about 5 years ago. We are still close, as you can probably gauge by my calling her 'Darling'. When she is in town, we usually have dinner and a few drinks together. The reason we are no longer together is that after a couple of years with me, she decided that she preferred to 'walk on the other side of the street'.

Taking time to let that sink in with Anna, "I'm sure you find it hard to believe that any woman would give up sleeping with me. Marilyn, however, made it quite clear that even though I had a most desirable dick, she much preferred a woman's tongue between her thighs; and although she enjoyed rubbing her tits on my chest when we fucked, the sensation of her nipples on another pair of female breasts was much more of a turn-on for her."

Leaning over and placing his hand on hers, "Anna, you are my love; there is no other. I apologize that you heard that conversation without knowing the story behind it. Now, unless you have more questions, we are done. I was hoping that, now that your exams are all done for this period, we might be able to get away for a few days . . . up to my cabin on the lake, which you have never seen, maybe a short cruise, a few days in Mexico . . . you need some time away from school . . . you tell me. What would you like to do to celebrate?"
 
THre rage melted out of her into an embrassed period of shock. She sputtered for a moment, taking all this in. “Then you weren’t going to leave me?” She asked quietly, as she fidgeting again with her hands in her lap. “I thought certain...”

She gathered herself back up and took a deep breath. “Oh, Brandon. Those all sound wonderful. I’m sorry I had to be such a spoiled little brat about this all. I can’t decide. Why don’t you surprise me? Although he thought of fucking you on the lounger on a Mexican beach where everyone can see us does get me very wet!”
 
"Mexico it is. I'll have my secretary make the arrangements tomorrow. She will call you to make sure you have the appropriate documents for your passport. How about dinner Saturday night . . . at your favorite place? Maybe you would like to invite Shane to join us for dinner and then come back here for the night? Or we could go up to the cabin for the night? Nothing like sex under the stars!"

Your smile returns . . . you realize that there is probably still much to learn about me, but you are the love of my life . . . and we are going to have fun . . . and will probably weather another storm or two down the road.
 
She grinned, hopping up from the chair to wrap her arms around his waist in a tight hug. "Yes! I can't wait. If you want him to come I can invite him but I kind of hoped it might just be us. We really need some time to make up for our lack of intimacy over the last couple weeks. I'd love you to make love to me under the night sky," she responded, leaning up to kiss at his jaw.

"But if you want to fuck him, I can call him over before we leave and you can get your fill, daddy."
 
"OK, baby, Saturday night is just for the two of us. I'm sure you can give me all I can handle; we'll include Shane at another time, either here or up at the cabin." Her hug around his waist is met by his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head.

"You're right, love, it has been a rough couple of weeks for us . . . your exams and my busier than usual schedule at work. I was looking at my schedule before I came home this afternoon. The Mexico trip will not happen for about 6 weeks; just takes time to get reservations; however, I do need to fly down to Florida in a couple of weeks for a 3-day consulting engagement. Think you might want to join me; you will be pretty much on your own during the days, but I'll be around every night. Think about it."

A quick squeeze on her ass, and the kisses suddenly become a bit more passionate.
 
Anna wanted to hop like an excited child, thinking about all of this time to travel with him. It was something hey hadn’t gotten the chance to do yet, and Anna absolutely loved it - exploring new places and enjoying the experiences and things that she found in each new locale. There was nothing better than the thought of doing it with the man she loved.

“Of course I’ll go to Florida with you!” She answered between kisses. His mouth was hard and hungry against her own, not having shared any thing more than a few kids or two here and there in the last several days. The promise of more, of reuniting sexually with her man got Anna’s sweet little pussy all wet.
 
"Are you sure?" Brandon asked her with a tease in his voice. "You don't really seem all that excited about it."

Waiting for some sort of a smart-ass comment in return, "I'll have Rebecca, my assistant, make all the arrangements for both trips and e-mail you the details. One request; I want you to buy a new swimsuit before Florida, but I don't want to see it until we get there and you model it for me."
 
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“But if you’re working during the day, won’t I just be showing it off for my new pool boy squeeze?” She laughed, teasing him. She reached out to hook her fingers in his belt and pull him even closer.

“But I suppose there’s no excitement in fucking him - you’ve already caught your little slut fucking someone else. What’s one more cock going to matter? Shall I bend over at the wet bar and shake my sweet ass at him, begging him to come up behind me and pull my bottoms to the side and take me like the whore I am? Or should I reserve that for you? Letting everyone watch you fuck me like no one else can? Showing them that I’m your little girl and that I love you so fucking much as I take your cock so well?”
 
"Trust me, my little slut, I will be the first to see you in it and fuck you in or out of it. We will be flying down in the afternoon, so I will have the rest of the day and evening to enjoy every part of you before I turn you loose on the pool boy."

Feeling her lower body grind against him as she grabs his belt and pulls his close, "Just remember, I don't care if you find someone to fuck during the day, but once I get back to the suite, you are all mine, unless I decide to share what you found during the day. Besides, there may be some young cunt on the beach that wants you to share this old man's cock?"

Before anything else is said, Brandon slides his hands up and starts sliding her top up and over head, "I think we need to try out the couch here in my office."
 
Again, the thought of him fucking another girl makes that uncomfortable feeling bubble in her gut. She doesn’t even want to think about it, so she allowed him to shed her top and squeeze at her breasts to take her mind off of it. Again, Anna pictured him wanting to leave her for some other tight juicy pussy, unable to help herself.

She’d always been picked over and been the last choice, so it feels unrealistic to her that a man as wonderful and well off as Brandon would choose her when he could have anyone else he wanted. Shaking it off and playing it cool, Anna pushed him backwards so that he fell onto the plush leather. She straddled his lap, picking at the buttons on his shirt. Her response thankfully doesn’t sound tinged with the jealousy she feels at the thought of some bimbo getting a ride on her man’s cock, so seems comfortable that Brandon won’t pick up on her discomfort.

“Can you even get it up for that sweet little girl who wants to go for a spin with you, old man? Should I bring some viagra? Maybe you’ll have a heart attack when she drops her panties to show you how wet she is.”
 
"Baby girl, the only pussy I want to get up for is yours; I'm sorry for even teasing you about that."

From what he has learned from her thru these few months together, he has gathered that, as much as he desires her and has come to love her, Anna is a very insecure young lady . . . and he needs to do what he can to lift her up, not knock her down, even with innocent teasing.

"Maybe in a few years, you can get me some little blue pills, not yet though. And if I ever had a heart attack fucking you, I can't think of a better way to go. Now shut up and fuck me."
 
Just like that, her insecurities melted away. Brandon has a way to read her and know exactly how she's feeling at any one moment despite her best efforts to hide it. Anna giggled, laughing at the outrageous quality of his statement.

"I hope not - you have to write me into the will first," she smirked, remarking teasingly.

She switched her attention to pushing the shirt down off of his shoulders and letting it pool in the crook of his elbows. Then, she reached between them to work his pants open, digging out his cock and stroking. Anna was too impatient now to bother attempting to get his pants off completely, content to get her pussy on his dick even where it popped from the spread of his zipper, fabric stretched across his thighs. Lifting a little, she looked at him innocently as she flipped her skirt up, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties. "Is daddy going to fuck his only pretty little pussy now? Can't wait to take my own ride, no Viagra required, I see," murmuring about his rock hard dick in her hand as she jerked him off.
 
"No, I don't need any Viagra," as he smacks her on the ass, something that always gets a rise out of his baby girl.

Hands on her hips, he lifts her off his lap and pulls him closer to her, "Think you can hit that pussy with what you are holding in your hand; If you miss, there is going to be one hell of a mess all over this nice couch!"
 
The look she aimed at him was pointed, almost more so than the erection he was about to drive deep into her wet tunnel. With the one hand guiding his cock, Anna lowered herself down, the head butting against her rim before popping inside, watching him the whole time. “I think I’m pro at this by now, baby,” she smirked, immediately beginning to bounce in his lap. Her hands rested behind her on his knees for leverage as she methodically raised and lowered herself on his pole, pace slow at first but then starting to gain speed.
 
"Yeah, I guess you are qualified to 'handle' me by now."

Leaning back against the couch for leverage, Brandon arched his back as he lifted off the seat and buried himself deep in Anna's wet channel, warm and gripping him on every thrust. Reaching out with his lips, he grasped a nipple and sucked it into his mouth; god, her nipples were sensitive, need to get those nipple clamps out soon.

Looking into her eyes, the connection between them was intense; soon, her head was back, her eyes were clinched shut . . . time for talking was over . . . now was just for reconnecting after a busy couple of weeks of school and work!
 
She rode him at a moderate speed, loving the drag of the bumps and ridges of his cock inside her as they made love. She pulled his face up to kiss him deeply before letting his mouth slide back down to her breasts. The pinch of his fingers as they rolled over her nipples was electric, causing her to undulate her hips in a wave on his lap.

The pace was relaxed and unhurried. The only sounds were their breathless gasps and grunts, moans of pleasure as they reconnected in sexual intimacy.
 
As his lips returned to her breasts, Brandon's hands were on Anna's hips, 'helping' her in her up and down motions on his throbbing cock . . . so close to unleashing a stream of hot cum inside her.

"So close, baby, you do know how to make me cum." Arching his back, lifting off the couch, one last gasp of breath and Brandon began to cum inside his lover's tight, warm love tunnel, feeling her grip his cock as began to cum.
 
"Oh fuckkkk," she moaned, cumming simultaneously with him as he spurted inside her. He'd been saving up his loads for a while now considering they'd been so busy lately, and she could feel it oozing out of her around his shaft. She held on for dear life as he thrust a few more times before finally becoming stationary underneath her, playing with her tits and breathing against her skin.
 
Collapsing back against the leather couch, Brandon smiled as Anna finally relaxed and fell against him. Caressing her back, her face buried in his neck, he felt completely filled . . . having someone as loving and as beautiful as Anna completed his world.

After a few minutes, "Baby, I need to get going; you know I am having dinner with Marilyn tonight. I'm sure she has plans with one of her girls after dinner, so I should be home early. Why don't you call Shane; maybe we can have a little play time for the three of us when I get home?"
 
Even though Anna now knew the truth, hearing her name still sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine. Goosebumps rose on the flesh of her back but she was pretty sure her discomfort was completely hidden from him this time. Instead, she climbed from his lap and reached for her panties, stepping into them as she replied offhandedly, "sure. We could do that." She leaned down to brush a soft kiss over his lips.
 
"Baby, don't pretend that my having dinner with Marilyn tonight doesn't still bother you. Just remember this: You are the one I am in love with, and you are the one I am coming home to make love to."

Standing up from the couch and wrapping his arms around her, "Baby girl, you are the one that decides who gets to play with this cock." Smacking her softly on the ass, he grabs her by the hand and walks down the hall toward his bedroom, "I'm taking a quick shower. Care to join me?"
 
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