Millionare's Mistress (closed for TheOlderGuy)

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Name: Bridget Taylor
Age: 25
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Bridget was waiting for her lover to come to her apartment that he had bought her. She was a mistress to a millionaire and he gave her a nice life. She just wished he'd leave his wife for her but she put up with it because she loved him. She sat on her sofa playing with her hair she was in http://www3.pictures.stylebistro.co...Dresses+Skirts+Bandage+Dress+riL8UdYRbnjl.jpg. She was nervously watching the door. She wanted to see him so much. She hadn't seen him in awhile and she missed him.
 
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rich as fuck, always moved with an entourage, known to most simply as "The Great". Tonight The Great travelled light as he took the elevator to the fifth floor apartment he had rented for Bridget in the BelAir Hotel. He had high hopes for her. She was beautiful, and bright, and seemed eager to please. It'd been weeks since he had the time to check in on her, and this was going to be a very big deal tonight.

He knocked lightly at the door. Bridget answered, timidly letting him in. He glared at her in the open doorway. "I sent you a package," he glowered. "Why aren't you wearing it?" Taking Bridget by the elbow, Great took her into the light of the living room. "You look fabulous, but you should be wearing what I sent you." He snapped his fingers toward the door. A burly man walked in. "This is Brooks. he does my driving now, and, well, all you need to know is we have a situation going on, so Brooks is going to sit quietly out here, while you and I go talk about things." Great winked at Bridget, and led her toward the bedroom.
 

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Bridget heard a knock on the door she recognized the knock and knew it was Alexander she checked herself one last time in the mirror and then went to the door. She opened the door. She felt butterflies in her stomach and she felt nervous. She looked at him. "I'm sorry babes I just didn't feel like wearing it next time you come I'll wear it I promise." She said playing with a strand of her hair. She wondered why he was snapping his fingers but she realized when a big guy came walking in. She would prefer if he came alone but she wouldn't complain. "Nice to meet you Brooks. Make yourself at home while me and Alexander talk." She smiled at Brooks politely before she walked with Alexander to her room. "I missed you." She whispered to Alexander as they walked into her room. She shut the bedroom door.
 
"I missed you, too, Bridget. You have no idea how much I've missed you." He stroked her face, his fingers gentley pushing her golden locks back from her beautifully blue eyes. Great boldly unbuttoned her blouse at the top, and ran the backs of his hands around the warm soft flesh between her breasts, all the time maintaining eye contact and demanding her unflinching attention.

His brow furrowing slightly, his lips pursed to say something, he stood silently looking at her face, until she cocked her head and raised one brow in a plaintive "What?"

"Nothing really." He could tell the answer did not satisfy her. "I just want you to know that you don't have to use all this makeup and eye gook to be beautiful. You are so blessed to have this face, this body, this hair." Great touched her as he spoke, emphasizing his appreciation for her beauty. "You could just wake up and be yourself, without any of this other shit, and you'd still be drop dead gorgeous."
 
"Tell me how much you've missed me I want to know." She smiled at him as his hands pushed her hair out of her eyes. He unbuttoned her blouse at the top, and ran the backs of his hands around flesh between her breasts. She moaned softly looking into his eyes.

She sensed he wanted to say something but he didn't say it all and she wanted to know what he wanted to say she cocked her head and raised one brow in a plaintive "What?" She asked him. When he said "nothing really" she wasn't satisfied she wanted to know what he wanted to say but stopped himself. She blushed when he touched her face. She didn't really believe what he was saying to her though. "Huni I do need all this to be beautiful." She said looking down at the floor embarrassed. "Well you don't get to wake up with me so you don't know what I look like in the morning." She laughed looking back up at him. "I have to work to look good. You could have anyone you want and I have to make sure that you don't lose interest in me because I'm your Mistress and I'm suppose to look good."
 
Great lifted her face with both hands and kissed her deep and wet and full on the lips. Affectionately he kissed her forehead and then held her face while he looked in her eyes. "You, my dear, have nothing to feel ashamed of. You are beautiful, and it's not just skin deep. Next weekend I'll be able to stay here one night, and I'll see your beautiful face when I wake up." He snorted, "If we ever ger to sleep that is. You may have to paint your face for thos boys you used to hang out with--but real men like their women raw and unencumbered. Next time you greet me, I want your face scrubbed clean. Understand?"

He laid his jacket on a chair, and loosened his tie. "I want to see you out of those clothes. Now! I want to feel you sitting here on my lap." He sat on the edge of the bed, and patted his thighs. "You have no idea how much I've missed you, do you? You're so young. There's things you just don't get. I can help you, but there are some things you're just going to have to grow into, I think."
 
She kissed him back she loved feeling his lips against hers. She looked into his eyes. She smiled when he affectionately kissed her forehead. He held her face and she looked at him. She blushed when he called her beautiful. She believed what he was saying to her. "Oh really that's great. I wish we had more time together it just feels like we hardly see each other anymore and I miss you." She said. She laughed when he snorted. "I don't think we will get much sleep. I'm gonna keep you baby. Yeah those boys wanted a Barbie Doll who has no brain but that's not me and I'm glad you don't want me like that because I do have a brain and I'm pretty smart. Your a real man and I love you. I promise the next time you come my face will have no make up on."

She pulled off her dress and slide onto his lap. She looked at him and smiled. "No I have no idea how much you've missed me tell me how much. I may be young baby I'm not stupid I know things but its new for me dating a married man." She kissed him softly. "I missed you and I wish we got to see each other more."
 
"Bridget, listen to me." He took her face roughly into his hands. "You ARE beautiful. And you ARE smart. I wouldn't be here if I didn't have a healthy appreciation of your womanly assets. But I've had a very long hard day. In fact it's been a shitty two weeks." Again he jostled her face to bring her eyes back to his, glowing now with frustration and anger. "You're a smart girl, Bridget. Tell me this. Do you like living here? Do you think you could afford it if I walk out that door? Do you think I come here to be hassled that I don't come here often enough?" His voice had risen, and his tone was a little frightening. She meekly shook her head.

"That's right, I don't. I did miss you--but you begging to be missed is not what I miss. You know what I miss?"

Bridget shook her head.

"I miss your lips." He crushed her lips with his own, possessing her mouth with both confidence and tenderness. He swirled his tongue around hers, the room suddenly filled with lustful passion. His hands caressed her face, kneaded her neck, stroking the edge of her hairline, while his eyes burned into hers until she was compelled to close them.

He broke the kiss as suddenly as he'd begun it. For a moment he just stared at her. Then reaching his hand between her thighs, and deftly run his middle finger along the moistened slit, sinking it just into the mouth of her hungry pussy--he slowly drew two wet fingers back, along each labia, spreading them and exposing her hooded nub. "And these lips. I also come for these lips. And I don't want to wait all fucking night for them."
 
He roughly held her face. She looked at him listening to him. "Oh I'm sorry you had a hard two weeks." She said looking away from him but he pulled her face back to him. She looked into his eyes. He looked at her angrily. "I do like living here and no I couldn't afford it without you. No I don't think you come here for hassle." She looked away from him he was hurting her feelings he never really listened to what she wanted to say. They didn't talk much about things and she sometimes felt like she was just sex to him. "I'm sorry and I don't beg you to miss me and I shouldn't have to beg." She kissed him back. She closed her eyed unable to stop looking at him. His hand reached between her thighs and he ran his finger over her clit. She felt his finger sliding into the mouth of her wet pussy. "Oh I know you come for that. Its just hard for me and I don't want to wait either but I do like to talk you as well as the fucking. Now you don't have to wait. Get on the bed. Remove all your clothes I'm going to give you the ride of your life." She said standing up she was a little annoyed with him and hurt but mostly she was horny. She pushed her hair out of her face as she undid her bra. Her boobs bounced freely and she stood in only her thong and heels. She felt like she would be having angry sex with him. She loved him but she was hurt and annoyed.
 
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