She rode up the elevator to the top floor, her heart pounding as she anticipated the indulgences to come. The opulent apartment suite of her latest conquest awaited, a veritable palace of excess and decadence. Tiffany stepped out into the gleaming marble foyer, her designer heels clicking against the polished stone. The butler greeted her with a deferential bow.
“Good evening, miss. Mr. Abernathy is expecting you in the study.”
Tiffany followed him down a long corridor lined with priceless works of art. Original Picassos and Monets. The air was heavy with the heady scent of sin and debauchery. She knew the butler watched her predatory strut, the sway of her ample hips in the tight black dress. Let him look. Let them all look. Tonight, she would be worshipped like a goddess.
Mr. Abernathy rose from behind his massive mahogany desk to greet her, a tumbler of expensive scotch in hand. He was older, handsome in a distinguished way, with a physique that spoke of private gyms and tailored suits. Power and wealth rolled off him in waves. Tiffany’s nipples stiffened at the sight.
“Tiffany, my dear, you look ravishing tonight,” he purred, pulling her into an embrace. She could feel the firm muscles of his chest, the generous bulge of his arousal. “I trust you’re hungry for what I can provide?”
“Oh yes, Mr. Abernathy,” Tiffany purred, running a nail down his lapel. “I’m positively famished.”
They fell upon each other, a tangle of groping hands and heated kisses. He swept the desk clear of its contents and laid her out on the polished wood like a sacrifice. Tiffany gasped as he hiked up her skirt, revealing garters and black lace. No panties, just bare, glistening folds.
“You naughty girl,” Abernathy growled. He plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt, pumping roughly. Tiffany keened and rolled her hips, taking him deeper. “Such a greedy little whore. Tell me what you need.”
“More, Daddy,” Tiffany whimpered. “I need your big cock. I need you to ruin me. Fill me up with all your money and seed and make me yours.“
He complied with a savage thrust. Tiffany screamed in ecstasy as he split her on his thick shaft, stretching her around his girth. Abernathy grunted and started to pound, each snap of his hips shaking her to the core. The desk rattled and scraped across the floor with the force of his thrusts.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he snarled. “This cunt belongs to me now. You’re my personal cocksleeve to use as I see fit.”
“Yes, Daddy, yours,” Tiffany babbled. “I’ll be so good for you. So tight and wet. Fuck me full of your rich cum.”
He hammered into her harder, clawing red lines down her back. Tiffany raked her nails down his chest, drawing blood. She clenched around him like a velvet vice, milking his cock. Their coupling built to a frenzied crescendo, a clash of sweat-slicked bodies writhing on the desk.
Abernathy roared and slammed home one final time, pumping jets of hot seed into her spasming depths. Tiffany shrieked and came apart, her pussy rippling and gushing around him. They collapsed together in a spent heap, gasping.
After a moment, Tiffany pushed him off and stood on shaky legs. Cum dripping down her thighs. She gathered her purse and coat.
“I believe my services have earned me a little something,” she said coyly. “Just a token of your appreciation.”
Abernathy smiled and reached into his desk with a knowing glint in his eye. He slid a velvet box into her hands. Inside lay a glittering choker of flawless diamonds.
“A small taste of what I can give you,” he said. “If you continue to satisfy me.”
Tiffany fastened the choker around her throat and admired it in a mirror, meeting his gaze. “Oh, I’ll more than satisfy you, Daddy. I plan to drain your bank accounts and wreck your balls. You’ll be my personal ATM and sex slave.”
She blew him a kiss over her shoulder as she sauntered out, already planning her next conquest. So many wealthy men to dominate, so much wealth to plunder. And Tiffany had an endless appetite for both.
