An Adorable Slave

An Adorable Slave

Elliot Silvestri

copyright 2014 Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing

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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Prologue

Maura snuggled in against Preston with a contented sigh. The sex with him had been great. Not fantastic—it hadn’t been that perfect. Not just good either—it was better than that. She felt used and exhausted and tingled all over. Sometimes she was convinced these conferences were little more than excuses for colleagues to hook up in the hotel bar afterwards. She was fine with that. She intertwined her fingers with Preston’s and raised them up to the ceiling. Their bodies were tangled up in the sheets and both were still breathing faster than normal. That was good. There was a fine layer of sweat over her body testifying to her physical exertion from riding Preston’s cock. That was good too. Maybe she would take a shower in a little bit and get all the sweat off her body. Normally she showered after sex and was careful to get the man’s semen out of her pussy but Preston had used a condom so there was no immediate need for washing.

Almost out of the blue she found herself saying, “You’re the best lay I’ve had in the past year at one of these ridiculous conferences.”

“Thank you for the compliment. You’re the only lay I’ve had at one of these ridiculous conferences in the past year.”

“Oh.” She paused in her thoughts. “That makes me sound like a slut.”

“Little bit,” he said.

That made her laugh. “I just like sex.”

“I’m also about ten years older than you. It’s harder for an old man to pick up women in hotel bars after a conference.”

“You aren’t that much older than me.”

“Old enough. And there’re never enough women at these events.”

“Ha.” Even casual conversation was easily with Preston, just like the casual sex had been. “Would you have approached me if I hadn’t hunted you down at the bar?”

“No,” he answered flatly. “I just have enough trouble keeping myself from drinking stupid. I can’t focus on women unless they come after me.”

“That makes you sound like an alcoholic narcissist.”

“Gee. Thanks.”

She laughed at him and rolled on top of his chest, looking up into his slate blue eyes. Her hand reached down under the covers and cupped his soft cock. She had made it rise twice already that night and she was wondering if she could perform the same trick a third time. “I’d love to get in bed with you again,” she said. “After the conference. Not that I’m looking for something serious just now,” she hastened to add.

Preston’s expression darkened for just a second, she barely caught the unhappy look in the weak light of the hotel room. “Thanks for the compliment,” he said politely, “but I’m not sure if that’s possible.”

The moment after he spoke the words his meaning sunk in. “Shit. You’re married, aren’t you?” She grabbed his left hand and inspected the third finger for a tell-tale tan line from a missing wedding band, but between the weak light and his skin tone she couldn’t discern if he had taken off his ring before entering the bar. Maura wasn’t completely without morals. She didn’t actively pursue married men.

“Well, it’s complicated.”

“Shit and fuck. I knew it. Every time I lay a guy he’s just trying to get some on the side because his wife is a shrew or frigid.” Maura got out of his bed and started hunting around the room for her clothes which had gotten strewn everywhere when they had undressed each other.

“No, no,” he assured her. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“What, you’re married and getting a divorce and you already have a girlfriend. Complicated that like?” The sarcasm dripped from her lips. The light in the room was too dim ...