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Katia Monroe

She may have had to share the kids with her ex husband which keeps him in her life for SO very much longer than she would have liked but at least when he copped an attitude with the judge She did get the house and half his money. Which afforded her to go back into modeling and hiring a very talented and highly envied personal assistant and agent. Which found her in a pleasurable relationship where neither were tied down by the other... no... Love just good friends riding the hell out of each other when they needed it or just wanted it... permanent booty call if you will.

She sat back by the pool looking over the various offered photo shoots an debating where she wanted to next... The Islands... The Desert... Out west... Where oh where to go? She ran her fingers through her long sandy brown hair as she thought about where to go. Her mind however kept slipping back to the other night in the candlelight... satin... wine and her booty call in one of the most sensual passionate nights of her life. She closed her eyes smiling still feeling his lips on her lips and her breasts. So much pleasure with no need for any commitment... not that she would be willing to commit to anyone after her rocky marriage and insane divorce, and she knew he wouldn't either.

So it was perfect... so very... very perfect she thought as she looked at the phone knowing his other half would be leaving for work soon.
 
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After giving my fiancé a kiss as she walked out the door my thoughts turned towards Katia. Katia…my new found booty call. My manhood always thickened and grew just thinking about her hot body. She might be almost 20 years older than I but one would never know it by looking at her. She was back in the modeling scene and tearing it up. She was quickly becoming one of the most sought after female models.

Some had told me that I should go into modeling rather than choosing the business end of the profession. I had toyed with the idea until the position of personal assistant to Katia presented itself. The relationship started out all professional. Then, one night her ex had really upset her about something, I never found out exactly. Katia was wild with anger towards him and wanted to party to relieve the tension and stress. My fiancé was out of town at the time so I took it upon myself to be Katia’s escort for the evening. A few drinks later, a few sexual innuendos and we found ourselves in an expensive hotel suite over looking the city.

I had never been with a woman so passionate and so talented in pleasing a man. She knew the right buttons to press. Her body was exquisite, long silky legs that I could spend hours caressing, full round breasts that were designed for groping and sucking, and soft moist lips that tasted so good and looked steamy erotic when mouthing my cock.

Katia was far different than Meg, my fiancée. Meg hardly knew what made her feel good in bed let alone what would turn on a man. Meg required long sessions of foreplay before becoming the slightest bit aroused. She thought that taking a man’s erection in her mouth was disgusting. Meg was the kind of lady who gave into sex just because she thought she had to do so to keep a man. We got together mostly because we hung out in the same social circle. I thought she would be the one I’d want for the rest of my life. Now, I was in so deep, needed her connections, I felt no way out besides marrying.

The day after Katia and I first hooked up was awkward at first. After all I was her employee, the one who could be replaced with a flick of her finger if she wanted or the one who could be coerced back into her bed if I wanted to keep my position. Well, I must have something going for myself as it became clear she would opt to keep me around.

The next time we hooked up was even more passionate than the first. The satin sheets, candlelight, strawberries and champagne in bed all served to fuel Katia’s desire. We had spent hours enjoying each other’s body, finding all the right ways to kiss, lick and suck one another to heighten our arousal.

Just thinking about all this had me fully erect and horny as hell. I grabbed my cell and lay back on the sofa as I dialed Katia’s number.

“Hey boss lady,” I began when she picked up, “I’ve been envisioning your sexy body and now I’m horny as hell. I got a hungry mouth ready to devour you and a nice stiff piece of meat that needs a good ride. Just imagine my tongue licking your pussy and nibbling your clit until you come all over my face…mmmm… I bet you’d like that, huh? What’s it going to be today, work or play?”
 
Well I could use some help going over these destination shoot offers... Just don't know if I want to go out west amongst the cowboys. rocks tight jeans tiny tops and music... The desert with the the mystique of the caravans of old silk and fragrant nights or maybe the islands far from tourists and lost amongst the near hidden waterfalls... so yeah... Get over here... Now...

That silken voice holding demand and hunger from her own arousal and the irresistible offer. I'm out by the pool...
 
Katia’s sexy soft voice did nothing in the way of softening my erection. Even her description of the awaiting offers for new photo shoots sounded steamy. I thought about self pleasuring my arousal but opted to hold off and give her the opportunity.

“Where’s the lotion Katia, we don’t want you soft skin to get burned.”

Katia slid her shades off and gazed up at me as I stood in shorts and tee along side her lounge chair. The skimpy bikini barely covered her ample cleavage or her hard nipples. With a nod she motion to the lotion sitting on the table. I noticed her eyes never left my body watching as I removed my shirt and knelt down along side her pouring some lotion into the palm of my hand.

I started spreading the lotion over her neck and shoulders. Her skin felt soft and silky against my fingers. It was all I could do to control my urges not to fuck her right there on the lounge chair in full view of anyone who might wander along. My fingers slipped under the flimsy material and across a nipple, pausing a second to caress the nub between my forefinger and thumb. By now my cock was fully erect under my shorts with Katia’s hand laying just inches away. While I continued to apply lotion over her stomach we began to discuss the next shoot.

“The Wild West, eh?” I said wondering if she noticed the grin on my face. “Those ranchers wouldn’t be able to keep their eyes of your hot ass in skin tight jeans. I bet you’d give some young cowboy a ride of his life Katia.”

My hand was now applying lotion along her long arm and through her fingers. I made sure to coat every inch of her arm before setting it back on the chair and shifting my position slightly so that my bulge pressed against the top of her hand.

“You’d have to find a stud willing to share Katia, as your personal assistant I don’t think I should let you out of my sight in some strange western outback area.”

Turning my attention to her legs my fingers grazed over her calf gently rubbing and applying lotion. Katia had the most gloriously long and perfectly toned legs. I remember spending a lot of time caressing these legs the first time we had been together.

“Then again, Katia,” I continued in a softer voice, my fingers now high upon her thigh, “Skimpy suits or perhaps nude on a deserted island sound promising as well. A place where we could lounge the day away naked, pausing our love making just long enough for a cool dip in the water?”

Katia’s hand was slowly moving against the length of my cock teasing me into a deeper state of arousal. I couldn’t help but slip a finger under her bikini to feel the heat and moistness between her legs. She let out a soft moan feeling my fingers search.
 
Eyes closed as she felt him begin to apply sun screen to her body. The papers falling away from her hand as she smiled at the tender feeling. She opened her eyes and watched him feeling every little touch and his fingers slithering over her breasts as she listened as he began talking.

Who says I want to find some cowboy... Unless my dear PA you are telling me you would become one just for me.

Feeling the bulge resting against her hand she shifted her hand slipping fingers fist into the waistband of the shorts and then tracing a fingertip around the head then slithering the rest of her hand in and wrapping her whole hand around him caressing tenderly teasingly as she listened to more. Oh no I would not want any one to share nor would I want you out of my sight...

Allowing him to slip from her hand as he moved to her legs knowing the heavenly feeling of him caressing and massaging her legs. She purred softly at the feel of him once more caressing her legs to tenderly and yet hungrily. She smiled at his ideas about the beaches as well. them naked on some hidden cove of a beach. She laid her head back feeling him back up close enough to her hand to caress his manhood again and purred slithering her hand back around him. She then felt his fingers begin to explore as she moaned softly.

The way they want to do the desert shoot its the old silk road with caravans and the lavish tents and such... Kinda pondered a fantasy or two a... about.. that.

Her body shifted a little getting comfortable and granting him the access his fingers sought biting her lip she tossed her head back eyes closed purring hungrily.
 
Katia’s fingers softly grazing over my hardened manhood sent shivers through my body. My lips softly kissed her neck as she shifted her legs letting my fingers slip open the folds of her pussy. I felt in heaven to be with a woman so giving, wanting and with sexual urges that matched my own.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Katia.” I whispered in her ear while slipping a finger into her moist cunt. Her purrs and soft moans enticed me more.

“I’ll be your cowboy or your desert slave Katia.” My lips moved to hers as we kissed passionately. Katia held the back of my head with one hand and reached for my cock with the other. My finger pushed and pulled inside her cunt and I used my thumb to tease her clit to complete hardness.

“Tell me Katia; tell me your fantasy in the desert.”

I continued to fuck her with my fingers, adding a second digit while still toying with her clit. My lips grazed her neck, kissing and sucking on her soft heated skin. I laced small gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder watching her breasts move as her breathing quickened.

I could feel the walls of Katia’s womanhood grasp hold of my fingers as I pulled back. She moaned and opened her eyes wondering why I pulled completely out. Then she watched while I sucked my fingers to taste her juices.

“Mmmm…you taste is indescribable and so addicting Katia.” I said as I gave her a sly grin and slipped my hand back under her skimpy bikini. With slightly more force I pushed two fingers deeper inside her pussy. My thumb pressed against her clit rubbing it downward every time my fingers slipped deeper. Her hand continued to tease me and my pre-cum was surely leaving a wet spot on my shorts. Her legs closed as my fingers moved more quickly and slipped deeper with each thrust.

“Cum for me Katia…” I whispered just before our lips met in a deep passionate kiss.
 
She smiled Nomads protecting the caravan and my deciding I was interested in one and having him brought to my tent. Deciding what will happen depending on if he stood there or went to bended knee.

She purred near his ear... If he went to bended knee... then I had a warrior who was honorable and respectful and perhaps close to an equal.

If he stood his ground and was demanding and far too "proud" and such then I had someone who would in fact would be enslaved to being my sexual pet begging for every little touch or kiss.

She pulled him in close her hips wriggling against his fingers as she whispered again to him... Or depending maybe some innocent young woman being ravaged by that Desert nomad warrior. Being taken... over and over again in those powerful arms and rough savage...

Then there is the princess who runs off into hiding to be with her lover instead of the man her father demands she marry...

She moved her hips to casually buck a little pressing towards his fingers as she whimpered into the kiss. Her own prior thoughts her current thoughts and his hands all over her body an orgasm played through her system... not too strong nor too weak she gasped then another gasp followed by her contented purring as she pulled him back into a tender kiss. her hand still caressing and taunting his firm shaft.
 
“Fuck you’re sexy when your body takes over, I can see you reacting to the orgasm Katia.” I whispered between kisses. Our lips met and enticed each other further before I pulled back slightly. Katia whimpered softly as my fingers withdrew from her pussy. She watched as I took them into my mouth, licking clean her juices.

“Mmmm…you taste really delicious too. Would you like a taste?” Katia moaned when she felt my fingers press deeply inside her, rubbing the walls of her cunt in an effort to fully coat my fingers with her nectar. Her hand grasped a stiffer hold on my erect cock when I pulled out. Bringing both my fingers and lips to hers I suggested we lick and kiss my fingers together. The sensations were incredible as we cleaned my fingers of her cunt juice.

When Katia sucked my fingers deeply into her mouth my cock twitched and throb in her grasp, pre-cum began leaking out. I knew I needed more from her. For a few moments I was lost in the feeling and wanted to re-gain some control. I took her hand from around my cock and directed her thumb over the engorged head, moaning at the touch, before I brought her thumb to my mouth and sucked it in. Partially to taste and partially to give myself a break from the attention my cock was receiving.

“Which role do you think I might be best for Katia?” I asked as I continued to lick her thumb. Her eyes followed my hand and it held and directed hers.

“Would I be the one on bended knee? Am I the honorable one, ready to respect you for who you are and yet strong and masculine enough to please you?”

I guided Katia’s hand over my chest, making wide broad strokes in between stopping for her to tease my nips if she so chose. Her knee was bent and her free hand had already placed a finger on her lower lip. Her eyes alternated between mine and where her hand was directed.

“Or perhaps,” I continued looking into her eyes as I moved our hands over to my bicep, “I’ll be the warrior, proud and strong. Maybe proud and strong in body, but weak in will and easily molded into being your toy. Someone who would do anything to have access to your sex.”

I smiled as I felt her warm hands grasp my biceps and caress my shoulders. She was following me thought for thought and touch for touch. I guided her hand slowly down my abs until her hand wrapped back around my thick hard dick. “I could be that nomad warrior ravaging the sweet innocent woman. But, I don’t see you being that sweet or innocent. I see you as taking what you want.” I continued to look her in the eyes while moving her hand up and down my erection.

“And of course, you being the woman running off with her lover is another option Katia.” I said just before pressing my lips to hers and letting go of her hands.
 
Purring... I like all of those but in technical reality aren't you the one running off to be with a lover... lover

She purred at all his affections and caressed his arms and shoulders smiling. Her eyes followed where he guided her hand her eyes held a devious sparkle to them as she let him enjoy this moment nipping at his lips when he was close enough and then it was her turn. She guided his hands away from her body and moved to stand.

For now however I think we really should get inside and discuss this more... privately. She winked and glanced back at him with a smile. Walking in the already slightly rustic looking den now looked like a lavish ranch home of old. With the regal style and influences from Mexico a "back east" as well as little hints of the Orient. She smiled as she had changed the aspect of one room for each of the potential photo shoots locales.

Her sun room was done up to be like a decadent beach resort the windows all open on it and the white billowy curtains all around soft music playing and the furniture all matching the feel she was going for. The Soft Island music and the soft coconut scent wafting the air to gently caress the senses.

Her room however was draped in the rich curtains and desert styles with candles pillows rugs and lavish scents or spice and jasmine. She walked him around to get a feel for the areas that were being used to back drop the assignments. It was all part of her process to see what she could stand living around and dealing with on a daily basis. So far she liked all three but it has only been a few hours.

So thats my rough translation from the backdrop photos sent to me... I really like them all but I am leaning towards the island and the desert... The Island they are doing the shoot on has a fairly well hidden waterfall and a few almost tree houses scattered out for everyone to stay in and have privacy... I told them I would expect one with a clear close view of the waterfall.

I almost see maybe with the Island locale... maybe my finding a wild native Tarzanish situation or maybe you find one? As for the desert You running off to a lover or testing a nomad soldier either respectful or too proud and needing to be brought down a peg... maybe something along the lines of exchanging control and command.
 
“The island or desert, eh Katia? Well there is no doubt you’ll look fantastic in either locale. You’ll make any photographer aroused having the honor of shooting you.”

My hands take hold of your hips and my lips graze the back of your neck. I take time to kiss and nibble. Your scent and beauty arouse me all over again. You let out a soft sigh feeling my crotch press against your ass.

I lead you into your bedroom. The scent of jasmine fills the air. I lay down among the pillows bringing you down on top of me. As our lips meet, I untie the top of your bikini and slip it aside. The feeling of your soft full breast against the hardness of my chest brings a soft moan from me. My hands caress your back and our tongues between to tease and explore each other’s mouths and lips.

When my legs spread you shift between them and I slip a hand under your bikini and grab hold of your ass cheek, pulling you against my erection. We sink further into the pillows and satin sheets, grinding our bodies together.

“I want you Katia. I want to feel your soft lips kissing my swollen cock and licking my full balls. I want to feel your wet cunt surround my dick with warmth and moisture…”
 
Whats in it for me?

She nipped at his lower lip watching his eyes purring. He was her assistant after all. She wriggled her hips a little as her hand moved slowly down his chest. Trailing fingernails over each muscle till finally coming to rest tracing over his growing shaft.

I want you too... I want to feel that tongue dancing over and with me. I wanna feel you thrusting deep and tender... rough and hungry. I want fantasies... and I want them NOW.

Purring again as she guided his other hand to her breasts. She then left her hand there on top of his as she closed her eyes.

So what fantasy do should we life out here? Two lovers running off to meet in secret... She laughed, or is that too close to reality for you. Or one of the others we spoke of... Nomad warrior or Princess choosing who she might wish to bring to her bed?
 
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