John Malones Dark Obsession at the Black Tie Gala

I called Brittany late Thursday evening and after pleasantries I begin to tell her that I had seen her modeling earlier in the afternoon. There is a black tie charity affair the next evening that is being hosted by my latest big client and my company has agreed to be a major sponsor of, that it will be good PR for my company. I needed an escort and knowing it is short notice I gave her a call. " Brittany, I know you have never met me. Do you think you can join me there? I know its last minute, the gown you wore on earlier today will be an excellent choice of attire and I promise, I will make it worth your time." Knowing who John Malone is, she agrees and we make plans to meet there. The next night, Brittany arrives at the impressive establishment, where I'm waiting outside, I descend the stairs to escort her inside just as the valet opens her door and assists her out. As her eyes begin to look around, she notices me taking an appreciative second look at the décolletage of her evening gown and the enticing curves left bare to anyone's glance.

" Good evening, Mr. Malone! You look magnificent tonight!" Brittany says as I take her fingers into my hand tucking them beneath my elbow, my hungry eyes devouring her attire. The long glittering black dress is clinging to her voluptuous figure revealing the curve of her waist crowned off by her breasts and round hips. The halter style neckline not only leaves a large amount of her breasts gleaming in the street lights, but also her smooth creamy shoulders and the upper portion of her back bare to my touch, both physical and visual. Her thick blonde tresses are stylishly swept into an alluring coiffure with a few loose tendrils curling around the ivory column of her long neck. " Ms. Snow, you are amazing! I do believe that quiet innocent girl demeanor of yours is just a facade as you look like you could show the Kennedy's a thing or two about society functions. You are ravishing! In fact if I didn't have to do this, I would propose that we skip this and return to my house for other events." I say as I smile down into her eyes framed by a thick fringe of jet black lashes. Her glistening wine colored lips beckon me, and pressing a light kiss upon her mouth I pull her against my tall 6'4" frame.

Turning to face me, she slides her hand up my chest to smooth the lapels of my jacket, in the guise of removing any trace of lint but to have a reason to be able to touch my chest and feel the firm steady beating of my heart beneath. Looking up into my intense gaze, I draw her into my embrace as I lean down to kiss her enticing mouth again. Enjoying the warmth of the moment for a time, I reluctantly pull away and announce that it is time to go inside. Brittany believes my choice of words were " to face the music."
As we enter the room where the festivities are being held, Brittany takes a moment to absorb the surroundings, everything from the softly lit chandeliers to the small group of musicians playing waltzes from one corner of the room. A waiter pauses with a tray of champagne, so I take two glasses from him and pressing one into her hand, I murmur something about holding the thing for appearances.

When I leaned towards her to explain the presence of the glass, my vantage point allows me a breathtaking view of her breasts pressed provocatively up into bodice of her gown as I slip my hand against the small of her back I feel the ridges of the stays beneath and realize that this delightful view is being provided by a corset. My hand caresses her back, seemingly of its own will and when she looks up into my eyes they have become intense. Realizing that the inevitable outcome of me holding her in this manner is going to lead to a pre-emptory departure from the gala, I place tight reigns on my rapidly rising passion placing a kiss on her temple, I softly promise myself, " Later" as you begin the process of introductions. As I lead us around the room greeting those I know and nodding appropriately to acknowledge those business colleagues I see afar, I know that several men are admiring my choice of escorts. On occasion, as I made the introductions I notice that the men's eyes have never quite made it all the way to look into her softly smiling eyes but have lingered on the swells of her cleavage. To the point where I was forced to clear my throat a couple of times and gently turn her away to keep their fascination from becoming offensive.

" John, you dog! Who is this gorgeous creature with you?" I make the required introductions and I mention with some satisfaction, that he is the second leading salesmen in one of my divisions, I notice that his eyes are focused farther south at the curve of her hip. Realizing that his gaze is roaming the curves and valleys of her hips and thighs as defined by the drape of her dress and I see that his mind is filling in the details kept hidden from his view, I'm annoyed at his audacity. While you didn't even raise a brow when the others had previously ogled the cleavage displayed by this same gown, you are not so inclined to allow him of all people to trespass, even mentally, on the ground that I have claimed as mine.

" Well, Brian, you will have to excuse us. I see our host waving to me from across the hall so I must go." Our eyes havemet across the room, my wicked smile begins to send electric currents through her body as my eyes alternately undress her or promise many sensual delights ahead. While Brittany is occupied with conversation, I make my way across the room, surprising herwhen my firm hand places itself against the small of her back and she turns around rapidly to find me, I have positioned myself next to her. Trying to casually dislodge the encroachment of my hand that is rapidly moving south, she turns more to face me but finds that she has put herself in a bit of a predicament as she is now standing next to a wall on one side and she is partially blocked in by my body in front, and on the other by a column with a vast arrangement placed on its top. In this position she is blocked from view by most of the occupants of the room and it emboldens me as I step closer to her taking advantage of my height to boldly look down her dress and press my body against her side so that she can feel my burgeoning erection as it lays down my right leg and presses against her hip.

Leaning in closer, I try to open up a conversation as my booze laden breathe encompasses her. Brittany tries to make her way around me and to quietly extract herself from the situation without making a scene she quickly presses pass taking me off guard with a murmured excuse that she has to go to the ladies room. Breathing a sigh of relief she makes her way down the side corridor and entering the rest room tries to calm her flustered body as she wonders what I might actually be capable of. Once she is finished in the ladies room, she begins to make her way back to the crowded security of the room, but realizes too late her mistake as I corner her in a deserted stretch of the hallway. " Oh, there you are." I breath out in a low voice, blocking her progress down the hall I begin to advance, maneuvering her into a room off the hall that looks like a small waiting room with a few couches placed here and there.

" Excuse me, we need to go back to the others." Brittany declares as she tries to walk past me but I deftly step in front of her again as I close the distance between us. " Don't worry we won't be missed." " Be that as it may, I am due back in there so if you wouldn't mind, I'll say good evening." Trying once again to walk past me, but only to have me grab a hold of her bare shoulders and pull her roughly against me. " What's the hurry, luv? I'm going to enjoy ravaging your luscious body." No sooner had I finished uttering those words I lowered my face smashing my mouth against her face, my kiss half misses as my lips leave a wet trail as I maneuver myself to kiss her fully, pressing my thick tongue past her lips and deep into the warm recesses of her mouth.

While we are verbally sparing I had backed her towards a settee in the rear of the room and without warning her legs hit the edge as she falls backwards with my body falling heavily on her. My body pressing her against the arm. My mouth presses heavily against her face, sliding wetly from her lips to her throat, my right hand is clutching her breast with bruising force as my left hand is busy trying to pull her gown up so I can explore her pussy. Pushing against me and squirming as best as she can with my weight on her, trying to get me off, she gasps out an astonished " Oh" as my hand has finally worked its way onto her stocking covered knee and is rapidly sliding upwards towards her hip. Just as my fingers finds the bare skin of her hip my right hand rips her gown and the strap falls loose revealing her pale tits to my liquor glazed eyes. Now her upper body is revealed to my gaze I move my left hand up to her neck and looking into her eyes, my gaze is threatening and she sees that I have no intention of stopping at anything short of rape.

M fingers encircles her neck squeezing slightly until she is barely able to breathe her hands come up and clutches at my arm hoping I won't choke her to death in my almost drunken stupor, but with a huge rush of my alcohol laden breathe I look down seeing her full breasts naked to my gaze, falling loosely out of the top of the jet black corset she had worn for my pleasure I groan in satisfaction returning to roughly pinching and squeezing her breasts. My punishing mouth returns to hers thrusting my tongue in her mouth and using a fucking motion I fill her mouth with the taste of alcohol. After what seems like forever, my head moves wetly down over her cheek to her chin and skips down until my lips finds her brownish nipple and I lavishly run my thick tongue across the tip in a wide swipe before my mouth covers most of the large areola and my sharp teeth painfully bite

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