Kept: Sneak Peek
By the time the next day came around Logan held zero expectations that she would hear from Josslyn again and sighed because the hook-ups would continue. It was exhausting and at 39 she was far too old for it. There had been other nudges and winks, from other women on the app. All sent with hopes of lure, but none of them had captured Logan's attention as Josslyn had.
Imagine her surprise when her phone chimed to alert her of a new message.
MewMewKittenQueen: I apologize for taking so long to reply. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I would. But I do appreciate your honesty, so allow me to offer you the same. I have never been attracted to women. With that being said, I enjoyed talking to you and you intrigue me. Maybe it’s the enigma of it all, but I wouldn’t be opposed to dinner providing you keep in mind that all of this is new to me and I can’t even promise anything will happen. So you might consider it a waste of your time.
Logan grinned. Once again, it was a risk, but that’s what NDAs were for.
ToBeFreeAgain: Your honesty is appreciated and understood. Dinner would be wonderful. I’ll make the arrangements and message you the details. Does tomorrow at eight sound good?
This time, the reply was immediate and she wondered if the blonde was sitting on top of her phone.
MewMewKittenQueen: Yes. Tomorrow night would be good. I’ll await the details.
The senator stared at Josslyn’s message and then returned to her profile. The stirring of arousal began as she imagined the blonde’s smell and the taste of her skin.
The book the dark haired futa had been reading was forgotten as she opened her kimono to grasp her thick arousal, fondling and caressing herself until she grew to full hardness. She used the wetness from her pussy to stroke her cock feverishly and imagined Josslyn’s slender body tied to the bed, legs spread like a sacrifice, completely at her mercy.
Logan’s groans filled the room as she squeezed her sensitive balls while her fist blurred and the lewd sounds of her own self pleasure intensified. She thrust her hips into her own hands and imagined Josslyn’s beautiful blue eyes dark and glazed with pleasure while she filled and claimed her. There were other images as well. Desires Logan had never explored with another. Desires she’d been waiting too long to unleash. She desired more than submission. She desired someone that would do what it took to please her.
Something told Logan Josslyn would be the perfect for her.
The futa’s breaths hitched, and she shuddered, swallowed thickly, and tried to stave off her release for as long as possible. But it was a losing battle, especially as images of Josslyn on her hands and knees leashed and bound while she took her filled her head. Choked sobs of pleasure fell from her lips as milky cum spurted to stain her kimono, splatter onto her thighs and belly, and she groaned as the waves of her ecstasy slowly simmered.
Tomorrow night she would have Josslyn. In that very bed. And her training to be Logan’s perfect sugar baby would begin.
Josslyn just didn’t know it yet.
