Brad’s mind was reeling. He wanted Ifreeta so badly it was painful. Every muscle ached for her body; every thought swam around in an ocean of testosterone. Ifreeta delicately licked Brad’s earlobe then straightened up. She was taller than Brad had originally thought, almost taller than he was. She grabbed Brad by his shirt and easily ripped it open. Buttons popped off and flew about the room like tiny missiles, bouncing on the hard marble floor as they fell. Ifreeta gripped the shirt tighter and spun Brad completely around; pushing him with surprising strength onto the wide and flowing bed.
“You certainly are strong for a woman.” He said excitedly.
Ifreeta smiled and slowly began reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. Brad propped himself up on his elbows for a better view. Ifreeta let the black brazier slip from her shoulders and into her hands, tossing it at Brad in one fluid motion. He let the bra hit him in the face and then slowly pulled it off, inhaling deeply and smiling his huge salesman’s smile. Brad thought Ifreeta’s breasts were straight out of an oil painting, like someone had spent months or even years carefully crafting them to be flawless; perfectly round and perky, full but not overbearing. Her dark brown nipples stood erect and once again gooseflesh popped up all over Brad’s arms.
Ifreeta slid her thumbs into the waistline of her panties and seductively looped them around the lacey elastic band, pulling them away from her and then down, gently sliding them off of her hips and down over her thighs. When they had completely fallen to her feet she slowly stepped out of them, her long legs moving purposefully as she walked over to the edge of the bed. Brad looked at her and saw that she was completely shaven except for a small patch below to keep her modest.
Ifreeta bent over the bed, putting her body between Brad’s legs before slowly crawling over him on her hands and knees until she was completely on top of him. With each leg on either side of Brad she took his hand and pressed it against her breasts, allowing him to gently cup and massage them. Taking his other hand Ifreeta slowly and deliberately slid Brad down past her flat stomach, allowing him to push his fingers deep inside of her. Ifreeta threw back her head; whipping her long black hair behind her while she pushed out a deep and sensuous moan. Brad felt the inside of her and grinned at how wet and incredibly warm she was for him, and his want for her grew stronger still.
After a few indulging moments Brad pulled himself out of Ifreeta’s warmth and began to remove his pants. His fingers slipped over the belt buckle as he fumbled with it anxiously. Ifreeta pushed herself up from Brad and looked at him suddenly very serious, “We can’t have sex.” She said carefully. “Y-you really wouldn’t want to.”
Brad cocked his head to the side and laughed “What the hell are you talking about? Of course I would.” He said, before continuing to yank at his belt in frustration. Ifreeta began to frown and Brad sighed.
“Listen, you can’t get a guy all excited like that and then say we can’t fuck. It just doesn’t work that way.”
Ifreeta looked away from Brad; she suddenly seemed sad and abandoned, as if she’d been going through this for a very long time.
“Brad I want to but, I’m afraid that I would hurt you. I…I just can’t control myself.” She said with deep sorrow in her voice. Tears had begun to well up in her eyes and she looked to Brad for comfort. But no comfort would come ever from Brad Pitzer, top salesman and leading bachelor in one night stands.
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