Opportunist Slut: When Grown-Up Decisions Turn Into Temptation

Grown up things lead to slutty things

Who knew handling taxes would lead me to being an opportunist slut. As I sat in his office, I could feel the heat radiating from my skin. It was this slow, pulsing warmth that had nothing to do with the office temperature and everything to do with the man sitting inches away from me. For an older guy, I can see how I would let him handle me. I had that, though, as soon as I laid eyes on him.

I walked into this building trying to project an image of a capable young adult. He was met with his demeanor that caught me off guard. I felt stripped bare as his manhood made my facade crumble. It was like he could see straight through me as I stood there in my tight suit. Imagine this, a tight body-hugging pink skirt, and a cream colored blouse and a matching blazer. Completed with sheer white stockings and black stiletto heels. In true opportunist slut form.

I know I looked good as we walked to his office.

As we sat in his office, my mind drifted from being annoyed by the taxes and hungry for him. My grandparents left me this property a year ago. All I knew was that it was paid off and that I now have a huge mansion in which I can walk around naked. That, amongst other things. Now, I have to handle grown-up things as a perky college girl. What am I thinking now? I’d like to handle the tax expert while trying to be good.

Every time he pointed to a line on the tax forms and it brushed against the paper, I’d think about that same finger tracing the curve of my hip, then gripping my waist. The mind of an opportunist slut. As I sat there trying to take the information in, I shifted. Not because I was uncomfortable, but because of the heat building between my thighs. My skirt was almost nonexistent as I sat there. Yes, it was that short. It rode up so high that the lace of my panties was visible. I was in the moment and didn’t care anymore. Instead. I leaned forward in the chair and arched my back. The motion not only made my boobs poke out more, but it got noticed by him.

The fragrance men wear makes me a weak opportunist slut.

From his cuff-links to the aroma of his expensive cologne, I sat there in agony. I didn’t want to listen to the numbers or deadlines anymore. All I could hear was his breathing mixed with the frantic sounds of my heartbeat. I was brought back to reality when his hand appeared on my thigh. The room started to spin as he slid up my thigh. He leaned into me and asked if I was listening and being one of those young, dumb brats or an opportunist slut.

All I could do was smirk as I spread my thighs wider. He picked up the paper and read the third clause again as he spoke into my ear in a soft, raspy way. I didn’t pay attention. In the moment, I couldn’t. I knew he could feel how wet I was getting as he rubbed my clit through my panties. His hands brought forth a sensual awakening in this moment.

After a while, he set the paper down and pulled back. My heart was racing like crazy. Why would he do all of that and then stop? As that thought stopped, he pulled my chair from the table and stopped in front of me. I looked up at him, all wide eyed and listened as he told me that I needed his help and that he could take care of these things if I took care of him.

Bingo, now that I can do opportunist slut activities.

As I sat there, I nodded yes as he took the belt off his slacks and let them fall to the floor. I could see his thick cock through his briefs as he stood there. I felt a little dumb for a moment as I stared. In my brain, I was like, oh damn. It’s time to activate slut mode. So with a giggle I reached up and took his cock out. You’re damn right I’m sucking his off to have my taxes taken care of.

But as I slurped, sucked and caressed his balls, I felt like my ditziness made him angry. I felt his hand on the back of my hand and then his bang my mouth. As I looked up at him, he had a red face and an evil grin. This is what dumb sluts get. The thing is, I love being an opportunist slut and as he went off, I was getting wetter and wetter.

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