Simone: The Hired Mistress (4 page)

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Jeremy had been having a really tough day at work and he was just looking forward to leaving and heading home. He was tired and perhaps a little out of it, so he didn't notice Simone Haynes exited the elevator onto his floor. He switched off his computer and turned his back to the door to retrieve his suit jacket.

Simone liked the businessman look. So smart, neat and tidy. Gray pants that showed off his dick print, his shirt hiding his body, but hinting at muscles, and the tie ready to be pulled off in the heat of passion. Simone quickly walked up behind him, pressed her body up against his back, and wrapped her arms around his chest. Jeremy stiffened briefly, and then relaxed. Staci often visited the office to surprise him. He stroked one of the hands that were caressing his belly.

“Hmm,” He moaned, feeling the warmth of the woman behind him.

“Hi Jeremy,” Simone said.

Jeremy spun around dumbfounded. Simone seized the opportunity to bring his face down to hers and slip her tongue in his mouth. It was an excellent kiss and, God, it felt so damn good. Jeremy ran a hand up Simone's arm, enjoying the softness of her skin. With her lips locked to his, and through the lack of oxygen, Jeremy was bewitched.

When the beautiful woman finally pulled away, there was nothing in Jeremy's eyes, a complete lack of resistance.

She smiled, “Put your jacket down,” She whispered. Jeremy obeyed, gently placing the object back on the chair and ran his fingers through her beautiful hair, “Take off my shirt,”

Jeremy's hand trembled and hesitated. Simone raised her arms above her head, and arched her back, bringing her breasts to even greater prominence. Running on automatic, Jeremy pulled off her tight t-shirt. His breathing was becoming labored. 

Jeremy's warm eyes were drinking the sight of her breast, rising and falling before him. They were natural, large and beautiful, with hard nipples showing through her bra.

“Take it off,” She groaned.

Like a good boy, Jeremy mutely stepped closer, hands reaching behind her and undid the straining undergarment. His left hand slipped round the front to catch one of the now unsupported breasts. Simone moaned as her “patient's” husband slowly applied pressure to the flesh, two fingers on a big brown nipple. He eased his hand to her waist and down the skirt went. Simone shivered as she felt his hands guiding it down. Jeremy, enjoying the shapeliness of her legs, went down with it, resting on his knees in front of her briefly. His eye line leveled with her barely covered mound. He looked up at her, wanting her to tell him to remove her red lace underwear.

She nodded her head as if she knew what he was thinking and he proceeded with stripping her. Jeremy's seductress was about to speak again when she felt a hand trace its way up her leg to her inner thigh. His lips were on her ass, kissing and licking each cheek.

Simone savored the moment as he worshipped her behind. Then, she stepped away and went over to the desk. She turned back to him as she popped up onto the polished surface and spread her legs wide. He'd been thinking of her pussy since that morning in his bedroom and site of it immediately made him aroused.

“Come here,”

Jeremy took a step forward. Soon he was at the desk, standing between her legs. Simone said nothing, instead she kissed him. Soon his own lips were mashing against hers with increasing urgency. His tongue in her warm, wet mouth. He hadn't experienced a kiss so erotic before. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to his body.

Nothing mattered except this. Why deny it? This is what he'd wanted since that night in her apartment. She clasped her hands to his back, feeling his hardness growing against her belly.

He knew what he was doing. No more reluctance, he was completely willing now. He gazed into her wide brown eyes as he quickly undid the buttons of her blouse. He was pleased to see that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Jeremy flashed her a quick smile before bending down to kiss the start of her cleavage, his hands squeezing the bountiful flesh. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking its tip with his tongue.

“Haaa..." Simone groaned.

She gripped the back of his neck as he switched sides.

“Mmm..." Jeremy moaned as he fondled and licked her breasts. Simone arched her back and shut her eyes as he dropped to his knees.

“What about your wife?” she asked.

She writhed as she felt his breath on the folds of her pussy. The wait was awful.
She looked down at him and he met her big almond eyes.

He smiled back, “What wife...?” He said and buried his head in her crotch. 

"Aaaah...." She moaned as Jeremy abandoned himself in her warm folds, his nimble tongue showing his devotion to her pearl and nothing else.

"You taste so good," He sighed, the sound muffled by her thighs, “Better than Staci. Why did I wait so long?”

He pushed two fingers of his right hand inside her, flexing them, feeling the wetness of her interior. With his left hand he tweaked her sensitive clit. Simone jerked and twitched in appreciation.

 "Oh…yeah," she sighed.

His hands and his tongue, in combination, were driving her wild. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and gazed into his eyes. They were filled with hungry lust, relishing every second he spent lapping up her juices.

She came and it hit her like a sensual wave, locking her muscles and carrying on its swell. Jeremy’s tongue kept on spiraling on her clit as his fingers made slow, deliberate entries into her quivering snatch.

He just kept hitting that g-spot.

Simone thought her orgasm would never end. A long plateau of ecstasy, but gradually it began to subside, leaving just a subtle aching need between her legs.

“Fuck me, Jeremy,” She pleaded.

He pulled her to her shaky feet and turned her. She had to wait, looking over her shoulder as Jeremy shed his shirt, kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. He undressed quickly and was now unabashedly naked.

Simone bent right over, hands on the desk. Her round behind sandwiching his love muscle between their two hot bodies.
Jeremy had hold of his unprotected shaft and was guiding it into her tight pussy.

He gave a few tentative thrusts, getting the feel of her...savoring it, watching his shaft glide in and out, slick with her wetness.

“You like that shit?” He groaned.

“Mmmhmm," She moaned.

“Oh yeah?” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah...I like your big married dick inside me,”

Did she imagine that deep inside her, his penis swelled even more at her words?

“Yeah...I like this tight, wet pussy. I like fucking it with my married dick,”

Roughly he straightened her, and pushed their bodies against the desk. Simone spread her hands on the desk for balance as Jeremy was now really slamming into her, his hanging balls free to slap against her when his meat was buried to the hilt.

“I never want to stop fucking you...Staci will be home with the baby and I'll be with you, deep inside you, giving you all my cum,” Jeremy promised as he stood on his toes, changing the angle of his thrust. Simone's pussy rewarded him by constricting tighter around his pulsing shaft, “Whenever I fuck my wife, it will be you I'm thinking of,” Jeremy called out, “Every time, I'll be comparing her pussy to yours and I'll wish it was your cunt that I was filling with cum,”

His balls began to feel heavy with a pressure building in his groin.

“Ahhhh shit,” he moaned.

Simone came for the second time. She hadn't been expecting it.

“Damn,” she sighed.

“I'm gonna cum right inside you...” He informed her, “Shoot my seed right into your womb,” Right then, he wanted to impregnate her. Prove that though Staci was having his baby it was Simone that he wanted to be joined with. That she deserved his child more than his distrusting wife.

He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensations on his dick. Staci would never be able to satisfy him like this ever again.

“My God.” Jeremy cried as he ejaculated, squirting his cum in several explosive jets.

He had cheated on his pregnant wife without a second thought. The thought scared him more than it excited him, but not by much. He drove home that night, racked with guilt.

The situation was spiraling out of control and he no longer trusted himself to resist her advances. There was no doubt, she was slowly getting under his skin.
 

XII
 

Next day…

“Hey, Malcolm. Can I speak to you to for a moment?” Jeremy asked, standing on the porch of his middle aged neighbor.

“Yeah, what’s up, Jeremy?” The man replied, clearly puzzled by the visit from the nervous looking young man.

“I want to talk to you as a lawyer,”

“As long as I can bill you?” He joked, putting a chummy arm around Jeremy's shoulder and leading him into the living room. Jeremy sat in a plush leather seat and wrung his hands. He didn't know where to begin.

“There's this woman...Simone,” He started.

“Is that the woman I saw going into your house a while back? Damn, she was bad. There's a nice hot snatch on that one I bet, huh the lawyer said, giving a little chuckle.

Jeremy was horrified that Simone had been seen entering his house and also at how Malcolm seemed to think it a laughing matter, that he was capable of cheating on his wife.

“Have to admit, I didn't think you were the type of man get yourself a bit on the side. Still who am I to judge,” Malcolm said, gesturing to the photos of his much younger second wife, previously his first wife’s assistant.

“It's not like that...” Jeremy tried to explain.

“I understand. A bit more serious. She wants you to leave your wife, huh? I can recommend a good divorce attorney,”

"She doesn't want me to leave Sta..." Jeremy mumbled. Jeremy put his hand up. This wasn't going the way he'd intended. “Listen, please?” He asked. "This woman is our fertility doctor. This woman was stalking me to the point where I finally fucked her! She caught me at a bad time and I was just in the moment. Now, I know I just opened the doorway for her to really act out! I want to know what I can do about it,” It all poured out of him in a tumble, his visit to her apartment right down to her visit to his office.

The big man in front of him suddenly became all serious.

“A restraining order should be easy to arrange. I can have one drawn up and authorized in a couple of days,”

“Does Staci have to find out about this?” Jeremy enquired.

“I don't see why. Once this bitch realizes you've brought the law into it, she'll have to stay away from you. She's got just as much to lose as you do.”

Jeremy was feeling much unburdened and optimistic about the future, one without Simone.

XIII
 

“Do you know this nigga fucked me, then put a restraining order out on me?” Simone laughed to the woman on the phone.

“Haha, Whaaaaattttt? His ass is so backwards, but Simone we’re not done,”

“Uhhh…yes the hell we are. He’s been fucked and you have the proof, the sperm has been swapped, and I erased any trace of them at the clinic before I cleaned out. What the fuck else do you want?” Simone snapped.

“I want you to crash that birthday dinner she’s having. She invited me and I know she invited you,”

“Oh, so I finally get to meet the mystery woman on the other end of the phone,” Simone spoke sarcastically,”

“No, I won’t expose myself, but I will place your check under your seat,”

“You can mail it. I’m done with this assignment,”

“No, I will not mail it and you’re not done until your job is finished. After tomorrow, you’re free to go, okay?”

“Aight,”

“Oh, and I’m sending you a package that I want you to give Jeremy. Inform him not to open until after the dinner.” The woman instructed her and ended the call.

For Staci's birthday the whole family, along with a bunch of their friends had gathered for a big dinner. Jeremy and Staci's house had come with a fair bit of land and with Staci's green thumb; it had turned into a beautiful garden, full of secluded spots and winding paths.

Jeremy was helping Rebecca lay the kid's table when he caught sight of Simone being ushered out through the patio doors.
It took him a second to realize that Staci must have invited her. He rubbed his chin. This was a nightmare. 

“Hi Jeremy,” Simone called out in greeting.

“Doctor,” He replied, trying to keep his face calm and his tone amicable. He glanced around at the assorted guests. No one was looking at them, “Can I have a word with you?” He hissed through his clenched teeth as took hold of her arm and dragged her round a corner to the side of the house, “You're not allowed to be here,” He growled.

“So what would advise me to do, Jeremy? She invited me,” Simone smirked, “Was I supposed to tell Staci that you took a restraining order out against me?” She seemed to be enjoying this, “She'd ask why. Did you want me to tell her that I've been naked on the bed you share? Or that you undressed and fucked me in your office, that your hands were all over my naked body and that her loving husband’s cum was marinating deep inside of my sweet pussy?” 

"Shit." He mumbled.

"Call the police, if you want," Simone offered placidly because she knew he couldn't.

"I just want you to know that you're a fucking bitch," Jeremy hissed.

"A bitch that is going to sit next to your wife at the table. And I won't be wearing any panties. Oh and take this," she said handing him the large envelope, “I strongly advise you not to open until this is over.” She whispered as she flounced back to the garden. 

He knew he'd been defeated. She'd invaded their lives and manipulated them every step of the way. She kept coming back and now, he realized, he wasn't sure if he wanted to fight her anymore.