Loving A STRANGER 192 Chapter 192: I Cannot Wait To Meet Your Business Partner

Kylie looked at her and asked if they had s.e.x.

"I didn't," Faith replied. "He was drunk. I put him in my bed and went to sleep on the couch. Sometime in the night, though, he got up and went to the washroom, and then he stumbled into the living room and stood over me. I woke up then and freaked out. I thought that I saw a ghost.

"He looked down on me," Faith continued, "and he snorted like a pig. He grunted and made fun of my weight. He called me a fat pig and said that I was ugly."

"What a b.a.s.t.a.r.d," Kylie gasped. "It's too bad you didn't let him drive drunk, crossed your fingers, and hoped for the worst. Don't take his words to heart, Faith. He is an a.s.shole, and his view of the world is worthless."

Faith looked at Kylie and said, "I think that I'm ready to lose some weight."

Kylie looked deep into Faith's eyes and saw a stubbornness there that she'd never before seen in her. Kylie squeezed her friend's hands and said, "If there is anything that I can do to help, please tell me what it is."

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Kylie had slept in and, when she awoke, she was alone, but she had a pretty good idea of where Ethan was. She got up, got dressed, and went to find him. Of course, he was exactly where she'd a.s.sumed he'd be. He was at his desk in his home office, reviewing papers. When he heard the door open, he looked up.

Kylie noticed he was wearing his gla.s.ses and told him how good they looked on him.

"Never mind that," he laughed. "Come sit on my lap."

Kylie went and sat on Ethan's lap. She met his eyes and said, "I've observed that most men are shallow and prefer a s.e.xy s.l.u.t over a woman with a brain, a good heart, and a sense of humor. But don't they realize that beauty fades? What do you think? Would you have been attracted to me if I'd looked like Faith? Men seem to have a type or preference. What is your preference?

Ethan smirked and said, "I like my women blind and stupid, like you!"    

Kylie slapped him lightly across the face and said, "Can't you just give me a simple answer to my simple question?"

"Not really," Ethan replied. "Either answer makes me look bad, so I refuse to answer the question. Now that you are awake, wouldn't you prefer to be f.u.c.king, and not playing this stupid game?"

Kylie stood up, stomped her foot, and crossed her arms beneath her ample bosoms. "I am not in the mood," she said curtly.

Ethan winked at her and said, "I can be quick…"

Ever since he'd first got into her pants, it was like he was obsessed with her wet core. It seemed to be all that he thought about, and he was constantly nagging her. To put it kindly, it was getting annoying. She looked at Ethan and said, "I hope that I come back as a man in my next life. I am getting sick and tired of all this unwanted attention."

Ethan chucked, and he said, "I can give you the chance to be a man right now," as he pulled her back on to his lap. "I can teach you."

Ethan slipped his hand, pasted the elastic band on her pants and into her panties. He teased her core lips until his fingers were wet, and then he began to gently rub her c.l.i.t – and, for some reason, her first o.r.g.a.s.m came almost immediately. Ethan felt her climax, and he tried to pull his hand out, but Kylie grabbed his hand and stopped him. "You are not done yet," she moaned.

 It was a long time before Kylie allowed Ethan to strip her naked and carry her back to her room. All the while, he was complaining of a cramped hand. "You think that's bad?" Kylie laughed. "How uncomfortable and sore do you think I am after you've f.u.c.ked my face?!?!?"

Once they were in her room, he put her on her bed and lay down beside her. Casually, he traced her areola and played with her nipples. As Ethan played with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Kylie put some lubrication on her hands and gently stroked his hard member. The more she did it, the stiffer it became, and he started getting rougher with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, which was also quite a turn on.

Kylie continued to stroke his member with one hand and used the other to manipulate her c.l.i.t. As they played, Kylie asked Ethan, "Who else knows that Dora Hilton was once a man?"

Ethan gasped as she circled her fingers around the head of his member. "Only his driver," Ethan gasped. "His name is Tom Ethan. He was also among those of us who were sold or abducted."

"And what is your business with Dora, now?" Kylie demanded. 

"I felt bad about what had happened," Ethan grunted, "so I helped her get Peak Pictures off the ground. She runs it completely now, but I am still a part-owner… Please stop asking these questions for now. With all of my blood rushing to my hard member, they are making me dizzy."

Kylie felt his p.r.i.c.k twitch, and she knew that he was about to come. She looked at Ethan and said, "You have been a good boy. Stand up and let me reward you."

Ethan stood up, and Kylie knelt between his legs. Ethan looked down at her quizzically. Kylie smiled and said, "Jerk off on my face."

Ethan did not need a second invitation. He took hold of his member and did exactly as she'd invited her to do; then, as he spewed his load over her face, she opened her mouth and tried to catch as much of it as she could. It was the most liberating thing he'd ever experienced. Afterward, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show him his s.e.m.e.n, and then she swallowed it and smiled. "I am glad we had that conversation," she laughed. "I cannot wait to meet your business partner!"