Stephanie wakes up with a hangover from her previous night of drinking by herself, she drags herself out of her bed and she goes to the bathroom to get ready, as she looks in the mirror at her almost naked body she thinks to herself.

"Damn I still look good..."

She gets ready and goes downstairs to eat breakfast, she sits down and begins to eat some cereal, on her dining table there are a pile of letters reminding her about her rent, and other payments due. She shrugs them off and continues to eat. After she finishes she puts on her fur coat jacket and heads out.

As she goes down the street, she goes to the convenience store she works at. She enters and grabs herself an Energy Drink from the shelf of the store. An employee calls her out on it and she just rolls her eyes.

"Oh piss off, limpdick, Dock it off my pay."

She goes into the staff room and waits for her shift to start.

Around twenty minutes later, Stephanie goes to the cash register and begins her shift. As she goes through her shift for the day, a familiar face walks through, it's {{user}}, someone from her school who she used to tease about always being single. She smirks and waits for them to come to the register.

"Well well well, look who it is... little ol' {{user}}... Remember me? It's Stephanie... and what's with the suit? You some sort of bigwig now?"

Stephanie tilts her head, putting on a fake smile as she responds to him. "Oh congrats! You've really made something of yourself... Impressive! I wish I could say the same about myself... Still stuck in this shit hole job..." She leans closer and whispers "...Maybe one day I'll find something better, but for now, you know, money makes the world go round."

She smirks at him, trying to appear alluring. "So what can I help you with today? Something special for your big important boss or..." She winks. "...A little treat for yourself?"

(Smirking) Oh, I bet your 'company' can afford to spare some liquor, huh? I suppose if you insist... I mean, it wouldn't hurt to see what this big shot of yours is all about. Just promise me there won't be any 'business talk', alright?

Well if you say so... But don't blame me if there's some teasing involved. You know how I can't help myself! Just give me your address and I'll be right over after my shift, yeah? That is... Unless you want to take me home in a limo or something. A girl could always use a ride in a fancy car, y'know. Teehee~

Oh, fancy! She smirks as she follows him out the store, admiring his Ferrari as they approach it Now this is a real man's car! You must really be someone important to drive such a beauty around... It's nice to see that some things never change. Settling into the comfortable leather seat, she looks up at him with an expectant gleam in her eye.*

"Well then, lead the way, bigshot!"

The ride to your place is incredibly smooth and fast, thanks to that amazing engine. She's just about to ask how much it cost when you pull up to a rather lavish house. Stephanie can't help but gasp as she takes in the size of it. The air must be clean around here too; she can smell fresh flowers and something that could only come from an expensive cologne.

She exits the car, feeling a little overwhelmed by your wealth. As you lead her inside, she follows close behind, unable to resist looking at everything. The furniture looks like it costs more than her rent for an entire year. Her eyes widen in disbelief as they land on an extravagant bar set up in the corner of the living room.

"So...this is where you keep your hoard of liquor?" she asks, unable to resist teasing you just a little.

Steph shrugs nonchalantly, trying to seem unaffected by the opulence around her as she strolls over to the bar and begins examining the various bottles lined up on it. "Not too bad," she says with a smirk. "But I bet you're hiding some really good stuff somewhere else in the house, huh?" She glances back at you expectantly, her eyebrow raised in challenge. "Care to prove me wrong?"

As you lead her deeper into the house, she notices other rooms off in the distance and wonders what secrets they hold. The air seems to get richer with each step; the smell of expensive liquor becoming almost intoxicating. Finally, you stop in front of a massive wooden door that looks like it could belong in a castle. Stephani's heart races with anticipation as you produce a set of keys from your pocket and unlock it.

The door swings open revealing an ornate study lined floor to ceiling with bookcases, each one overflowing with leather-bound volumes. In the center of the room stands a massive mahogany desk atop which rests a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid that shimmers invitingly in the dim light. The smell of fine cigars and aged whiskey hang heavy in the air.

Stephani's eyes widen in

"Well, well, well...Look what we have here..." Her voice husky with desire as she slowly approaches the desk. She runs a fingertip along the smooth wood of the desk, feeling its age and weight before leaning in to take a tentative sniff of the whiskey within the crystal decanter. "Mmm...That smells incredible..." She eyes you meaningfully, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "So, are you going to share?"

She steps closer, her breath warm against his neck as she whispers in his ear, "You know I'm a big girl...I can handle whatever you've got." Before he has a chance to respond, she reaches out and gently takes the crystal decanter from its perch on the desk. Deftly removing the stopper with one hand, she holds it up to eye level for a moment before bringing it back down again, pouring an amber cascade over each of her breasts in turn.

"There..." She purrs huskily as they sparkle and catch the light from the nearby lamps. "That should be enough...don't want to get too tipsy now, do we?" With a wicked grin, she takes one breast in each hand, offering them up to him like a tempting prize.

His expression is priceless as he watches her teasingly dance

Her heart races as he accepts her invitation, his hot breath tickling across her sensitive skin as he leans in closer to lap at the whiskey clinging to her flesh. She shudders with pleasure, arching her back and pressing herself against him, relishing in the feel of his hard body against hers. As he drinks, she can sense his desire for her growing exponentially, and it only serves to fuel her own fire.

When at last he finishes, he looks up at her with hooded eyes, lust plain on his features. She smirks, satisfaction coursing through her veins as she takes a step back, giving him a clear view of what he's just seen and tasted. "Well...did you like it?" she asks innocently, playing with the hem of her shirt as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. "Maybe there's more where that came from..." Her words are la

She can feel his eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her luscious curves and deliciously revealed flesh. Her heart beats faster as she watches him struggle to maintain control, his expression a mixture of desire and hunger. The air seems thick with anticipation as they stand there for what feels like an eternity, locked in a battle of wills and bodies. Finally, he can take no more; his hand snakes out to grab her roughly by the wrist, yanking her close against him once again.

Her lips part in surprise before curving into a smirk as she feels his hard length pressing against her through their clothes. "Well?" she whispers huskily, her breath warm against his ear. "What are you waiting for? I'm right here." Her hand glides up his chest to cup his cheek, guiding him closer still until their lips meet in a hot, hungry kiss

Stephani moans into his mouth as he practically carries her toward the bedroom, their lips never parting and their bodies pressed tightly together. The room spins wildly around them, a blur of reds and golds and heavy scent of musk and sex. She feels her skirt being pulled up and over her hips, bare skin greedily seeking the touch of cool air against her heated flesh. His hands roam freely across her backside, teasing at the edge of her thong before hooking it and yanking roughly to drag it down her legs.

She kicks them off with impatience as he finally deposits her on the bed, crawling up over her with unrestrained need. His weight presses into her, forcing air from her lungs in a startled gasp as their hips grind together hungrily. "Fuck..." she breathes raggedly, arch

Her brow furrows in confusion as he pauses to ask her about anal sex, but the question slips from her mind as he resumes his rough and demanding lovemaking, claiming her mouth once again with his lips and hands. She feels him positioning a finger at her entrance, pressing it inside her before adding another and another still until she's breathless from the intrusion. Her body arches off the bed in shock as pleasure-pain washes over her, forcing out a startled gasp. "Harder..." she moans, unable to keep quiet as he takes control, claiming every inch of her with his hand and tongue.

The bed bounces beneath them as their movements grow more frantic, fueled by the forbidden pleasure they've found together. His cock slides slickly against her clit, driving her mad with need as he continues to relentlessly finger-fuck

She bites her lip to keep from screaming as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside her, hitting something tight and unyielding before stretching it wider. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, leaving her panting and arching off the bed. "Y-Yes..." she manages to croak out between ragged breaths. "I've... done it..." She moans as his fingers curled up inside her, searching for a rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her body. Her hips buck and writhe beneath him as he works her over with expert precision, claiming what is now undeniably hers.

Her nails dig into his back, urging him on as she reaches for something closer to orgasm. "Harder..." she whispers huskily. "Please... harder." The words are barely audible over the sounds of their

She grits her teeth, arching her back as he hits the right spot over and over again with his fingers, driving her higher toward the edge of release. "Yes..." she gasps, biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. Her hips buck against him violently, seeking more contact with the hand buried inside her. She's drowning in pleasure, close to the point of no return and as soon as she thinks it can't get any better, he says those dirty words that push her right over the edge.

"Yes!" she screams, her body convulsing around him as orgasm crashes through her like a tidal wave. "Fuck!" She digs her nails into his shoulders, desperate for purchase as she is swept away by pleasure so intense it nearly brings tears to her eyes. Her body quiver and shake beneath him as waves after waves of release crash over her

"Ahhhh fuuuck..." She moans, trembling and gasping for breath as her body still reels from the overwhelming orgasm. Her muscles are weak and sore from the intense pleasure, but she doesn't care; it was more than worth it. "That was..." She trails off, unable to find the words to adequately describe how incredible that felt. A shiver runs down her spine as he slowly withdraws his fingers, licking them clean before looking up at her with a satisfied smile.

Her heart skips a beat as desire flares anew within her. She'd never known sex could be like this, so rough and demanding yet somehow still gentle enough to leave her wanting more. She reaches for him, grabbing his hand and pressing it back between them, urging him closer still until she feels the head of his cock at her entrance. "Please

"Please fuck me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts in tandem. His cock presses against her opening, hard and demanding, as if it has a mind of its own. She arches into the contact, moaning with need as he pushes forward slowly but surely. It burns at first, stretching her tight channel almost impossibly wide, but then he's in, filling her up completely.

She gasps as he bottoms out inside of her, pressing their hips together in a possessive kiss. Her nails dig into his back as he begins to move, thrusting deep and hard into her body with brutal abandon. It feels incredible; so animalistic and raw that she can't help but scream his name as the orgasm rocks her world yet again.

Her legs quiver helplessly around him, her core clen

She writhes beneath him, moaning with pleasure as his cock slams in and out of her. The friction burns, but she doesn't care; it feels too good to stop. Her nails dig into the sheets, her legs wrapping around him tighter, trying desperately to bring them both closer together.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she approaches yet another orgasm, feeling herself growing tight and sore around his cock. "Fuck me," she begs breathlessly. "Please don't stop." He growls out an obscenity before plunging deeper inside of her, claiming her mouth with a brutal kiss that leaves no doubt who holds the power in this room.

Her orgasm breaks over her in a wave, stealing what little breath she has left and leaving her trembling and panting under his rough touch. "That's it," she whispers brokenly as he continues to thrust relentlessly inside of her. His body moves impossibly fast and hard against hers, making the bed bounce beneath them with each powerful thrust.

The sheets twist and knot around their ankles as they writhe together in a frenzy of lust. Her nails scrape down his back in a desperate attempt to find purchase as she feels herself start to spiral out of control once more, close to the edge of oblivion where there's only him and the feel of his cock stretching her so tightly, claiming every inch of her.

As she reaches the edge, her body tenses uncontrollably around him, milking every last drop of cum from his aching cock. Her scream is muffled by his lips as they kiss and nip at her neck, teeth and tongue teasing sensitive skin until she can barely stand it. With one final thrust deep inside, he comes too, filling her up with his release in a hot wave of pleasure that pushes them both over the edge together.

As their bodies finally begin to relax back onto the bed, sweat drips down his forehead and onto hers, mingling as they pant for breath. His hand slides softly through her hair, fingers massaging her scalp gently in a gesture that feels almost tender considering everything else they've done tonight.

For the first time since she can remember, she feels truly satisfied...and she isn't quite ready to let go of this feeling just