He walks over to me and once again takes the book from my hands. Our fingers touch for a moment and the sensation sends shivers through my entire body. I put my hands behind my back to stave off the nervous, yet excited, shaking.
“You’ve got plenty of time for reading outside of the office,” Boyd says. His voice is husky and deep and extremely close to my ear. The heat coming off him is palpable, but I don’t move away. “And what I had in mind doesn’t involve any dusty old books.”
“I don’t mind dusty old books. In fact, I’m quite fond of them,” I say, smiling. He smiles back teasingly. “But what did you have in mind?” I ask even though I know exactly what he has in mind.
I may be a virgin but I’m not a nun. I know when a man is hitting on me. And I know whether I return the feelings or not. Whatever is going to happen between us, I feel ready for it.
Sure, something inside of me says to be careful, to not mix business and pleasure. It says I need this job to have the kind of life I want. But something more powerful, that I don’t seem able to control, tells me to go for what I want, which is this man in front of me,
As if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, Boyd puts his large hands on my waist and pulls me to him, his face mere inches from mine. He breathes me in, his lips grazing my ear. I let out a moan and feel immediately embarrassed. I clap a hand over my mouth and try to pull away, but he stops me, his hands grasping the fabric of my blouse.
“Don’t feel embarrassed, Grace” he says, his lips on my neck. “Embrace your feelings of desire. I know I’m going to embrace mine.”
The thoughts running through my head are outrageous ones. I can’t believe that this older man is showing the slightest interest in me, let alone wanting to express his interest right here in his office. I push him away from me, almost roughly. He looks at me with surprise.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just that…” He places his hands around me again, this time, squeezing my ass. My pelvis thrusts toward his and I can feel his desire hardening against my leg. I push him away again, this time more gently.
“I’m a virgin,” I say quickly, wanting to get it over with. I look away from him in embarrassment and make to walk away from him. But he stops me by placing a single finger underneath my jaw, guiding my face back towards his.
“We can fix that,” he says, a smile emerging on his face. He lets go of me and beings unbuckling his pants, sliding the belt out through the loops. “We’ll start with the basics.”
He tosses the belt to the floor and his pants fall to his ankles. The briefs he’s wearing protrude in all the right places. His want for me doesn’t go unnoticed.
I keep my eyes on his waist as he sticks both thumbs under the elastic band on his briefs. He slowly brings them down and his cock springs free. It’s larger than I had anticipated. In fact, it’s enormous. I can only imagine my eyes look like they’re popping out of my head, like a silly cartoon character.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” Boyd asks, a sheepish grin on his face. I assume my entire being has turned into a cartoon character as this point, ready to explode like an ACME bomb. I simply nod my head, because I do like what I see. I like it a lot.
“Come get a better look,” Boyd says, turning around and walking back behind his desk, his cock standing at attention. I catch a glimpse of an extremely firm buttock but it’s nothing compared to his hard cock. I can’t seem to take my eyes off it.
Although I have done plenty of fantasizing, I have never even come close to doing anything sexual with anyone else in real life. It had always been something I had been told to wait for and that I would know the right person when they came along.
Boyd sits down on his office chair and spreads his legs wide. He looks at me as if giving me an invisible command. And obediently, I walk around the desk toward him.
“Grace, I want you to do what I say,” he tells me. “Be a good girl and follow my lead, okay?”
“Okay,” I say immediately, not looking away.
If anyone else had said something like that I would have run away from them. But I love the way he calls me his good girl. I want to please him.
“We are going to be discreet,” he says.
“Of course,” I reply. I don’t want to lose my job as soon as I’ve started it. Nor do I want to tarnish my reputation.
“We are going to keep this business only, and not let our emotions get involved,” he says.
“Of course,” I answer. It only makes sense that we not become romantic. He’s my boss, not my boyfriend. All I want is a little fun.
But my heart skips a beat, trying to tell me I want more. I ignore it.
“And this is only temporary,” he says. “When we’re done, you’ll be assigned to another partner—probably Karen in Wills and Trusts.”
“Okay,” I agree.
That sounds really boring, and I hope it doesn’t happen any time soon. But all I can think about is the here and now. I like the way he’s taking charge and telling me what to do. My pussy is tingling for him. I need him now.
“Okay then,” he says. “If you agree to these terms then I need you to prove it by pleasuring me. That’s all we’ll do for today. Just prove your loyalty for me by getting down on your knees and making me feel good.”
I can’t wait to make him feel good, or try to, anyway. I’d do anything he wanted.
I kneel in front of him and cautiously put my hands on his thighs. They’re firm and muscular underneath my hands. He immediately inhales at my touch.
“Are they too cold?” I ask, pulling my hands away. He shakes his head and I put them back on his skin, feeling the soft firm flesh against my fingers.
“Go ahead, Grace,” he says, coaxing me.
His cock is so big and hard in front of my face, and I love that he wants me so badly.
“I’m not sure how…” I say, trying not to feel embarrassed. He doesn’t seem to mind my naiveté about sex. In fact, it seems to turn him on more.
“I’ll show you how.” He leans forward and takes my hands in his, guiding them towards his pulsating cock. I place my fingers around his long, thick dick and the feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
“Run your fingers along the tip, in a circular motion,” Boyd says. I do as I’m told. The tip of his member is warm and pulsating with desire. I watch as Boyd grabs the edge of his desk chair, grasping it tightly in his hands. This must be driving him crazy. I smile at the prospect, getting more and more comfortable by the minute, loving that I’m turning him on. That I can make his cock stand so big and hard for me.
“Now, start…” Boyd starts to speak, but I’m way ahead of him. I put both hands on his lovely cock and begin stroking up and down. I move slowly, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible. I notice a little something start to seep from the tip of his penis.
“Are you…?” I ask, letting on to my uncertainties. I don’t want this to be over just yet.
“No, not even close,” Boyd says, looking between my face and his rock-hard cock. “It’s just pre-cum. You’ll know it when the real show starts. I’ll be sure to give you ample warning.” He lays his head back again his chair and breathes deeply. “Go on, Grace. You’re doing great.”
At that, I continue to stroke his cock in an upward and downward motion, watching as more pre-cum escapes from it. As I get more comfortable with the act, I start to follow my instincts. I lick the tip of his dick lightly and Boyd responds in stride, his knuckles whitening against the arms of his chair.
I surprise myself by liking the taste of him. The sensation is so erotic that I want more. And for once in my sheltered life, I’m going for what I want.
I take his cock in my mouth and let the head slide along my tongue. I start to make a swirling motion and feel Boyd’s hands running through my hair, letting out a groan of encouragement. I pull back and look into his face.
He bites his lip and I take him in my mouth again. This time,
pressing his considerable girth against the back of my throat. I grasp his thighs tighter and take nearly every inch of him into my mouth. I slowly pull back, sucking as I go, and making a popping sound as my lips move past his head. I lock eyes with Boyd, dragging my tongue along the length of his penis and suck on just the tip. His hands guide my head back to his cock and I start sucking again, pressing him deep inside my throat. I suck harder and deeper with each stroke, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.
“I’m so close, Grace,” Boyd says, and I take that as the signal to back off.
I slide his spit covered cock out of my mouth and wonder if he will ejaculate near my face. But he shoves it back down my throat.
“No, Grace, take my cock, all the way.” He says it forcefully, with urgency.
“Yes, Boss,” I tell him, even though I can barely get the words out because his cock is filling up my mouth to its brim.
“I didn’t think you would be ready to swallow my cum but you’ve proven differently. You’re quite eager at this and I want you to take all of me.”
“Yes, Boss,” I say again, cupping his balls in my hand while I suck on his shaft.
“Yes. Yes. Good girl.”
He blows his wad into my mouth, and I lap up his sticky, sweet tasting cum. I slurp up every last drop while he looks down at me, smiling.
“I think this is going to work out quite well,” he says approvingly, as he takes his cock out of my mouth and moves it around on my face some, with his hand. I lick off any cum left on the head of it, while he nods approvingly. I feel proud of myself for being able to please him. My pussy tingles with desire but I know he won’t give me what I want yet, which is his big cock. I can tell he’s building up the anticipation, and training me to do what he wants. I love it nearly as much as I think I’d love his cock inside me, filling up the aching hole that is clenching itself so badly with desire for him right now.
“That’s all for now, but we’ll pick it up from here next time,” he says. He puts his briefs back on but leaves his pants on the other side of the room.
I know I enjoy the prospect of doing this again. And soon. I surprise myself with how easily I’ve given into my desire for him. And how excited I am to do it all over again, and then some.
Chapter 10 – Boyd
Grace makes to get up to leave. Her hand reaches towards her mouth to wipe away a few remaining juices of mine. I grab her hand and pull her toward me. I kiss her on the mouth, trailing my tongue along her lips, cleaning up the mess for her. She smiles at me and straightens her blouse and skirt.
“Before you go,” I say and turn to grab some manila folders off my desk. I push them towards her and she takes them in her arms, holding them against her chest. “No one’s the wiser.”
I hand her a pen and she opens the office door. But not before supplying me with an unreadable look. I question it slightly but feel confident that I’ve caught another one. Now, to just keep myself uncaught, because she’s having an effect on me that I’m not quite used to. I smile as she shuts the door.
I walk back over to my desk and try to get back to work, but distracting thoughts continue to override everything in front of me. I already know what the partners would say if they found out what happened, even if many of them would be hypocrites. None of them could tell me what to do or not, as I’m a full fledged partner here and I’ve brought them lucrative business. I can do whatever I want regardless of anyone’s approval. Or disapproval.
However, their concern would be understandable, so I hope nothing goes wrong. I always love the thrill of the chase and the risk of getting caught more than I do the aftermath of the “what if” thinking.
I start rifling through papers on my desk, pants still on the floor on the other side of the room. It usually takes a minute or two for my satisfied cock to truly become flaccid, so I sit there with just my briefs on, attempting to get some work done.
The thought of Grace makes me think of feelings in my past I’d rather not dwell on. The thought goes rancid in my mind as I don’t want to associate Grace, someone who’s kind and sweet and can apparently take a cock like a champ, with someone who has only ever caused me pain and anguish. You’d think I’d feel jilted and resentful but all I truly feel is a desire to protect myself from having the kind of hurt I’ve had happen to me, ever happen again.
I know that it’s irrational to think that all women are capable of such cruelty of the type that one subjected me to, but the thought still crosses my mind every time I meet a new woman. And that’s why I operate the a way I do. A string of contrived, arranged “relationships”—understandings, if you will—is just what I need. I don’t want anything serious. Commitment will only cause heartbreak. And I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime.
And yet, there’s something about Grace. The way she carries herself and takes her job, but not herself, very seriously. The way she smiles, genuinely smiles at me, takes my breath away. I can’t help but feel a connection to her and I don’t mean just the incredible physical and resulting emotional connection we just shared while she was sucking my cock. It was something more than that.
Although, I could probably just chalk that feeling up to her being a virgin. She seemed very skilled for someone who had never given head before. She gave it well and seemed to genuinely want to please me. The next time she comes around, and I already know there’s going to be a next time, I’ll have to be sure to return the favor.
Chapter 11 – Grace
On the drive home, I can’t get Boyd out of my mind. The feeling of his cock in my mouth was unlike anything I had ever felt before. And even though I almost choked, it almost made it even hotter.
And that kiss he gave me before I left the office. It told me that he maybe wanted something more than just a sexual fling. But could he? And with me? I shouldn’t even be doing anything sexual with him at all. I should be steering clear of him and the temptation that he brings.
After leaving his office, I headed straight for the ladies’ room. As predicted, my panties were soaked. Next time, I would have to remember to bring an extra pair just in case. The thought takes over and I know I’d like him to return the favor. For I can’t help but wonder what that tongue would feel like entering my most private place, where only my own fingers have gone before.
I pull into the driveway and sit in the car for a moment, trying to compose myself. Andrew’s car is also parked in the driveway and I know full well that I have to confess my sins, because if he finds out first—and I just have some feeling that he would—he’ll be irate. I just don’t know how exactly to go about it—how to say it.
I hear the front door open and Andrew walks out of the house, carrying the garbage. He sees me and waves. I give him a weak wave back. He puts the garbage down and comes over to the passenger side window. He knocks and I unlock the door for him. He slides into the car and looks at me, concerned.
“Is everything alright, Grace?” Andrew asks, his hands folded neatly in his lap. “You don’t seem your cheerful self.”
“That’s because I’m not alright.” I can’t make myself look at him, the shame rising up in me like a flood. My grip tightens on the steering wheel. “I’ve done something shameful and I don’t know how to take it back.” I still can’t bring myself to look at Andrew.
“What’s happened, Grace?” Andrew asks, his tone gentle. “You can tell me anything.” He puts his hand on my shoulder, comforting me. The familiar touch helps to alleviate some of the built up tension.
“I don’t know how to tell you this,” I start, but I’m not sure where I should even finish. I can’t tell him everything that happened. He might kick me out of the house. I’m extra careful to make sure he doesn’t know I masturbate, let alone, that I just sucked my boss’s dick. Which I’m hoping to do again in the very near future. The mere thought frightens me and I put my head in my hands, ashamed at my sinful thoughts. I have to tell someone or I might explode.
“I think I have feelings for m
y boss,” I say, deciding not to go into any excruciating detail. I don’t want to risk the life I have here with Andrew and Colleen. It’s all I have.
“You do?” Andrew says, looking directly at me. “Has anything come of it? Physically? Or are you just thinking these thoughts?”
“I’m just thinking these thoughts,” I say, knowing that I could never tell him the actual truth of what happened. The fact that I’m lying to someone who’s only been kind to me makes my stomach twist into knots. “Nothing has come of it. He probably doesn’t feel the same way. I mean, he is my boss after all.”
“Yes, he is your boss,” Andrew says, folding and refolding his hands on his lap. He’s unsure of what to say to me. I’ve never seen him unsure before. This concerns me more than anything. “I’m unsure of what to say to you other than you have to be careful. You can’t let this man lead you into temptation. Staying pure is the best thing for you. It will give you a life of fulfillment and prosperity. You cannot sleep with him. You must trust yourself and know that God has a bigger plan for you. And it’s not with an older man to whom you work under. You and I both know He would not approve.” Andrew finishes his speech and looks at me. I finally meet his gaze, but find so solace in his words. In fact, it makes me feel that much worse.
“I know He doesn’t approve,” I say, looking away from him and out through the windshield. “That’s why I wanted to speak with you about this. To have you remind me what I’m meant to be doing.”
“Thank you for telling me this, Grace,” Andrew says, making to leave the car. “It’s very grown up of you to recognize a situation that can lead to danger. It’s extremely important now that you stand your ground and stay away from this man as much as you can. You’re a strong and intelligent woman. I know you’ll make the right choice.” He gets out of the car and closes the door behind him. I watch as he picks the abandoned garbage back up and puts it in the bin at the end of the driveway.
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