THE PLAN was to make Fernan fall for her charms. But tonight, it was as if Seri could not get enough of him. They lay on the carpeted floor of the library, not minding the cold.

“How often does my son make love to you, Seri?” he asked.

“Well, rarely,” Seri lied. “France is a hardworking man. He said he took after you. I kinda feel neglected most of the time, you know. But I’m trying to understand.”

Fernan chuckled.

“Then, why did you not leave him?”

“Because he makes my dreams come true, and I don’t think I could ever find someone like him. But because of him,” Seri caressed his face, “I met you, too.”

He smiled as he kissed her lips.

“I can’t believe I would ever fuck my son’s girlfriend. No offense meant, Seri, but I still don’t trust you.”

“I don’t need your trust, Fernan. All I want is your thrusts inside me.”

Fernan shifted on top of her and parted her thighs. He was still hard, and she was wet, too.

“Fernan…” Seri arched her back as he penetrated her once again. “I think I prefer your cock more.”

“Please don’t flatter me, my dear.” Fernan began to pound on top of her.

“Oh! Oh, yeah!” Seri moaned and gasped as she writhed beneath him. His manhood felt good inside her. She could feel her vaginal walls clinging to him once again. She wrapped her legs around his waist and fisted his hair. Fernan’s mouth found her nipple. “Fernan! Harder!”

*** *** *** *** ***

“WHERE are we going?” Seri asked like a child as Fernan’s car exited the gate.

“I’m going to show you just one of the few legacies I will leave to France.”

It was weekend and the workers in the vineyard took the day off. Seri and Fernan got the place all to themselves as so was each other.

“Wow. This is amazing. It looks like a paradise, Fernan!” Seri said as she ran into the middle of the yard. She reached for a bunch of grapes and put one in her mouth.

“Unfortunately, France isn’t very interested in it. He loved the city life, which I don’t understand. This is the best life he could ever have.”

“You know I can convince him. As his girlfriend, he will listen to me.”

Seri walked back to him with a coy smile.

“Exchange for what?” Fernan asked.

“Certainly not money,” Seri responded, pouting. “You know I only want one thing from you.”

“I’m still not convinced, Seri.”

“I don’t care what you think. I care about how you do me.”

Fernan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her toward him.

“Let’s go somewhere private, shall we?”

Seri bit her lip.

*** *** *** *** ***

FERNAN brought her to his headquarters, just outside the vineyard. It was made of mostly wood, but the furniture was modern. It was air-conditioned, too.

He pulled her to the kitchen and pushed her to the wall, taking Seri by surprise. And the next thing she knew, they were kissing, and Fernan’s hands were touching her everywhere. Seri was turned on easily, which kind of felt new.

With other men who got her laid, she would usually pretend to be enjoying and fake an orgasm. But with Fernan, it was different. All she could feel was passion and lust. She was submitting to him by her own will.

Seri felt the wooden table against her back as Fernan pulled her panties down. She was panting and feeling hot as she pulled her mini dress up, eventually taking it off. He parted her thighs, and suddenly, his tongue was already between her wet slit.

“Oh!” She caught her breasts and squeezed them as she fought hard to keep steady.

Fernan held her thighs firmly as he continued to assault her with his expert mouth. She already had a lot of stories to tell France.

Seri could barely remember enjoying sex like this. For her, it was just a job, a little sacrifice to do if she wanted to succeed. Come to think of it; she never had a serious boyfriend. Her first experience was when she was in college. She had no money to pay for her tuition fee, so she worked as an escort for businessmen and politicians.

Fernan inserted two fingers as he continued to eat her. Seri cried sharply. She could hear the slurping sound of her flesh as the assault went on. Seri thought it would never end.

“Fernan! I’m coming!”

Seri felt like she would run out of breath. Fernan went on, increasing the speed of his tongue and fingers. And at last, Seri froze in delight, waves of orgasming splashing at her once again.

She was shaking uncontrollably.

“Come here, my silly Seri,” Fernan said, licking her fresh cum in his mouth.

Seri got up and wrapped her arms around Fernan, kissing him as she had never kissed anyone before.

“How come you’re an expert in bed and did not remarry, Fernan?” she asked as her chest rose and fell.

“Good question. But I’ll answer it tonight. For now, just let our bodies talk.”

Fernan pulled her down and made her turn around just like he did inside the library. Seri heard the zipper of his pants, and then, she found her rock hard cock against her swollen thighs. Fernan rocked his hips against her, rubbing his shaft against her wetness, lubricating it.

Seri moaned as she stretched her legs further for a better angle.

“Do you like this position very much?” she asked.

“No. I’d rather see your face while I drive my cock in and out of you. But you seemed to like it.”

“Oh, yes. I like being taken from behind.” Seri giggled.

If only Fernan knew that she’d rather not see the man she’s having sex with. She did not want to ruin the moment, so she refused to see their faces. She was doing it for another purpose, after all.