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   Normal!!, what is normal in the 21st century, whether Male or female we
all enjoy fantasies and fantasizing about sex.  As for my writing, I
wouldn't say I write as I do in my diary blog, factual writing about my
life and how I want to live.  Names and details have been changed to
protect the privacy of those involved.  Most of the story is based on my
diary, Some of the details have been changed to protect people's privacy.

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   Chapter 12.5 Enticing Spell by Christina Carey skip1990@gmail.com

   Ricky was standing at the foot of the bed he was pulling the bedclothes
of me.

   '' Wake up Carla!  !!".

   I opened one eye and blinked a few times till my vision was clearer
8:49am

   Brushing aside three bags of cocaine".  What the fuck Ricky, what
happened to my alarm clock, meaning you!!!, the deal was Ricky, wake me up
in time for work and you get sex or blowjob".

   Ricky and I are friends and roomies have been for a few years, we have
sex all the time, so sex was no biggie with Ricky, as was the slap I gave
him as I passed by him on my way to the bathroom.

   " No sex for you this morning Ricky!".

   I was suddenly yanked backwards, Ricky had stepped on the bed clothes
that was trailing behind me.

   " For fuck sake Ricky ".

   I leapt to my feet and slapped Ricky on the other cheek, Ricky just
stood there with this smile.

   " What's with you this morning Ricky!, OK, what you been smoking?".

   " Weed, but that's not why I am smiling, it's Saturday Carla ".

   " Fuck you Ricky, you know or should know by now, Saturday mornings
start around noon for me!  ".

   I was so fucking mad I made like I was going to punch him in the face,
but at the last minute I thought better of it and just flopped face first
on the bed.

   " This should not be fucking happen to me, or if it does, I should at
least get some benefits."

   "Why should you get benefits Carla?"

   "Because I'm entitled Ricky"

   "Entitled to what, one's a fuckin' madman?"

   "I'm entitled to sex".

   " OK, you better have some more of that real, real, real, good shit, or
fuck off and let me sleep".

   "Get up Carla, I got some weed for you"

   " Challenge with Amsterdam shit any other day of the week I would
fucking take you up on that Ricky"

   " You're not fucking getting sex till noon, Now fuck off let and let me
sleep".

   " That's a bold statement", Ricky yanked to bed clothes off" Get up
Carla, Let's go!".

   " What the fuck I'm naked hear what if there was some stranger in the
apartment".

   " You weren't worried about a stranger's, seeing you naked last night,
in fact you were quite happy they was fucking your brains out".

   " That's not the fucking point, this is my polite way of saying (FUCK
OFF LET ME SLEEP!!!!".

   " Sex wasn't why I woke you Carla, I wanted to take you out for brunch "


   " Brunch!!!!, when the fuck did you started to invite me out ??''.

   " Well, today, there is someone i want you to meet "

   " Someone??, someone as in someone asked you to ask me if I would have
sex with them, since when have you been a dating agency!!!".

   " It's not about sex or a date Carla, get dressed".

   "Going out to brunch date, what we gonna be doing, gossip, share beauty
tips, hit the gym do other things that normal friends do, that's not me
Ricky?".

   " I know you hate where your working now, there could be a job offer for
you".

   " Who the fuck does job interviews on Saturday".

   " Get dressed Carla hear what he as to offer you OK".

   " OK, you're getting my freak on, this better not be a wind-up Ricky or
your sex life is goona gone to nill !!!".

   I was kind of awake by now so what the fuck, I got up and through the
bed sheets over Ricky, then I headed for my shower, thinking to myself is
maybe an opportunity I have been waiting for my whole life, I had spent so
many years in my sleep, praying for a man to give me a dream job offer.

   We arrived at the restaurant a little late, only by 10 minutes or so. 
Ricky announced we was a party of three and the waitress lead us to a table
where a guy was sitting, He's wearing a pair of jeans and a dark green
sweater, and his hair is still wet as if he'd just showered.  The menu was
exotic-sounding things, like toasted goat cheese omelettes and blueberry
agave smoothies, I ordered pancakes.  Turns out he was Italian and spoke
really good English and was head curator of a museum in the area as well as
Italy, France, US, New Zealand, South Africa and the list went on, I was
getting a little bored with his sales pitch, then he mentioned he was
loaded, this got my attention.

   " Ricky says you might have a position/job for me?".

   " I'm looking for a Personal assistant".

   " Is he serious Ricky or is he just trying to get lucky".  I whispered
in Ricky's ear.

   " He's serious about the job offer".

   I'd just spent ten hours pounding the pavement answering ads with no
luck, there were jobs I could have gotten; convenience store clerk on the
night shift for one, but I wasn't the least bit interested in stocking
shelves or flipping burgers, is my luck about to change.

   "I'm having as much trouble finding someone willing to work for me, you
are trying to find a job??."

   "Personal assistant I'm not that quick at typing."

   " I don't need to be able to type, I have secretaries for that stuff."

   " What is or would be my job description then?."

   "Wait on me hand and foot, take care of all the little odds and ends
that tend to clutter up an already too busy schedule.  Follows along behind
me with a pad and pen to make notes, reminds of appointments and meetings,
sees to it that my dry cleaning gets sent out, makes sure that I remember
important birthdays and anniversaries and takes care of a whole host of
other personal needs."

   " What does a job like that pay?."

   "My last assistant was making eighty grand a year before her husband
made her quit."

   The penny dropped, I could guess why a man make's his wife give up that
kind of money, 'his mistress', but I had to ask.

   " Why did he make her quit?".

   "I guess he didn't like some facets of her job."

   `' Like what facets ?".

   " Taking care of some things, my personal urges need to be taken care
of".

   " Just to make sure were on the same page hear, were are talking sex??".

   " Yes, could you take on a job like that?".

   "For the kind of money you're talking about?, Hell yeah".

   "Ok, job interview out of the way, my hotel room is just across the
street, I want to get you over there and fill out the contract''.  I left
Ricky in the restaurant and we went across to his hotel room, I knew just
what was about to happen, he wanted to see just how good the sex would be,
we were at least on the same page, I wasn't going to work for someone
that's boring in bed after all, for whatever the job description this was,
this is all about sex, I have no problems giving him what he wants as long
as I get what I want, to feed my hunger for sex.

   I have craved sex since i had my first period at age 12 and few lovers
have been able to fulfil my hunger and its time for a change, a new cock,
new life, new lover/boss.

   I excused myself and paid a visit to the washroom and I gave my hair and
make-up a final and unnecessary check.  My smoky black eyeliner was still
perfectly framing my dark brown eyes.  I'd worn bold red lipstick, which
wasn't the usual for me, considering the location and what was on offer I
had to admit to myself that I looked pretty hot.

   I ran my fingers through my long hair and took a deep breath " So, do I
get an expense account on top of that 80 grand?".

   " We can talk about that later".

   I really know where this is heading and it's about time I'm fucking
hungry for sex.

   I paused to adjust my cleavage in the tight-fitting dress I didn't
bother to beat around the bush, "Well shall we get this show on the road".

   I wanted to try something fun and to find out just how far I could push
him sexual, I knew he was horny his cock was threatening to burst out of
his pants, I winked and smiled as I pushed him backward till he fell onto
the couch, I climbed on top of him my knees on his thighs, then I ran my
tongue up the side of his face, I didn't bother unbuttoning his shirt, I
just tore it apart revealing his chest, clean not a hint of hair.  I hosted
my short dress up and over my head, then tossed it, It landed where I
planed, on his head.  My pussy by now was dripping wet, I dug my high heels
into his thighs to raise myself up his bod, then I planted my wet pussy
onto his chest, then slowly lowered myself rubbing my wet pussy on his
chest, leaving a trail of juices behind.  Our lips meet, his eyes were
closed tight, his mouth though was wide open, I sucked on his bottom lip,
then bite down hard, pain and ecstasy were written over his face, he was
lost in what I was inflicting on him.

   I paused long enough to allow him to squeeze my breasts and pinch my
plump nipples, they were as perky as they get, I am hungry for sex.  His
other hand reached out in search of my breasts, I allowed his hands to
fondle them for a while.  I thought it best time to release his cock from
its restraints of his pants, his cock was a nice size about 9 inches long
enough for me to swallow down my throat, his eyes was out on storks because
he knew what was coming my mouth around his cock, there was already a tiny
drop of pre-cum on the tip of his cock, with my tongue I lapped it off, I
made my touch so gentle, yet his whole body jerked as my tongue touched the
tip of his cock, I opened my mouth wide and his cock entered my mouth, I
wanted to leave a wicked ruby red kiss mark left on his balls from my lips,
a reminder of what I was about to do, a hard suck as his cock it went down
so slick, then I withdrew and with 5 inches in my mouth, I grasped firmly,
my hand around the base of his cock and suck, and masturbated his cock just
about as hard as I could, he moaned, then I knew he was about to cum.

   I slowed down and changed it up by deep throating his cock, then tugging
on the loose skin around his ball sack, my tongue lashed at his cock while
I was deep throateing him, twisting and swirling my tongue around bringing
him to the point of ejaculation only to relax and bring him again and again
to near to his ejaculation.

   He was panting heavily and his cock was twitching in my mouth, with a
taste of pre-cum dribbling down my throat.

   " Your cock is ready to fuck me!!!!!!".

   I was panting like a wanton wench who didn't have any sense in her head,
I was hoping he was gifted with his tongue, and boy was he.  I was
quivering at every touch of his tongue I was about release in no time.  He
though was determined to fuck me with his cock, he was a beast lifting me
up, then he fucked me hard and he did it so well, slamming me against the
wall, he was hitting all the right spots in all the right ways, I should
have been won over, so why was it still not enough?.

   I know he thought it would be I saw it in his eyes, was this a
wham-bam-hit-me-with-an-orgasm-or-two kind of relationship.

   This is a gorgeous rich man with bedroom skills very few men possess,
this successful man must have a long list of woman chasing him for his
money, yet he wants me to be his personal assistant, have I made a mistake
by fucking him, have I opened up a big can of trouble?.

   Fuck no!, " I'll take the job!, where do I sign?".

   " You sign it with a fuck, you're hired".  Right on cue, I orgasmed at
the same time as his cock shoots It's cum into me.

   (C) Christina Carey My blogs @ http://fiftyshades-ofgray.blogspot.ca/
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