The Sisterhood: The Erotic Adventures of Marc Durwood by Michael White

Author:Michael White
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-10-11T04:00:00+00:00

Back in my hotel room I showered and put on the best clothes I’d bought with Gina and Cassandra (I needed to look good for the President). As I sprayed myself with aftershave I considered that if Cecile was like this then what would the President be like? Wait, could Cecile be the President? Impossible, she was too young to control this many powerful women. Still I rushed to prepare myself, not to keep her waiting. I walked in a dream to 206 and knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack and Cecile’s cheeky blue eyes were looking up at me.

“Oh it’s you,” she feigning surprise, “Come in,”

The door opened wide and I looked down at this petite goddess. She was wearing her short floral dress again. I stared down at muscular, toned, pale thighs. “Are you coming in or are you just going to gape?”

“Sorry,” I entered and she gently closed the door behind me. French romantic music was playing but apart from that the room was identical to my own.

“You see,” Cecile began, “I asked you to come and you came,”

“And you shut the door,”

“Just as you’ve longed for,” she sauntered over and stood before me. I gazed down into those hypnotic eyes and watched her pert breasts heave.

“Is there anything else you long for Mr Durwood? Perhaps a drink?”

“Marc obviously and of course,”

“Gin and tonic?”

“Yes,” I said surprised.

“You’re in luck. We have one tiny bottle of top shelf gin,” Cecile mixed a gin and tonic and poured herself scotch on the rocks. She handed me the drink.

“To your health?” I suggested.

“To our friendship Marc,” Cecile corrected and we clinked glasses.

Cecile began swaying to the music and I found myself swept up with her. She put her hand on my waist, “Relax Marc,” We danced close together for what could have been hours. All the time I gazed down at her beautiful blue eyes and toyed with her blonde hair. Cecile reached up behind my neck and drew little circles there. She sat on the bed and I looked down at her perfect toned thighs under glowing blue eyes and her floral dress. “You look uncomfortable Marc, sit,” she patted the spot beside herself.

I hesitated.

“Sit,” she insisted.

I lowered myself next to this demi-goddess. “Good boy,” her fingers curled around my neck again, “I asked you to sit and you sat. Just as instructed. I like a man who knows my wishes before I say them,” her voice gently throbbed as I gazed into those pale blue heavens.

“I guess you have a few of those,” I suggested.

“Enough, more,”

I smiled into those blue eyes, “You sound greedy,”

“The whole world is greedy for power Marc,” she uncrossed her legs, lifted them in the air and began draping her legs across my thighs, “it’s hard to know who to trust. The important thing is to know who your friends are,” she slid her legs onto my shoulders while I looked down on her. She was moving my head closer to her.

“Who are my friends?”

“They’re closer than you think,” her calves curled across my neck.

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