Unprepared Daddy

by Bella Winters

  “No, not at all, it’s nothing,” I can’t let them think that I’m that type of girl. I’m innocent. I’m still a virgin; I bet none of them are?

  “Well, we know he doesn’t mix business with his deep dark pleasures that’s for sure, he has never made advances to any of the girls at work,” Jean comments as she chews her gum.

  She doesn’t know what a relief it is to hear that. It means that I’m special and he’s going against his rules to be with me.

  “Yep, and there have been some real lookers, who are fine with a capital ‘F,’ just take me for example,” Amanda says as she runs her hand down her body, “I could teach him a thing or two if he ever came my way,” she adds laughing and I want to leave right now. I don’t want her anywhere near him.

  What am I thinking?

  I’m not dating my boss, and all I can think about is sleeping with him. I’m acting as if he’s mine, but by the sound of things he’s no ones. Especially not mine. He’s just a guy that likes going around and sleeping with women. Just like Leo.

  “Seriously though, you would let us know if he broke his rule, and tried to seduce you? After all, we’re all friends,” Jeans says as she frowns, but I wonder if we’re friends or she’s just looking for gossip.

  “Yes, of course, you will be the first to know. Promise, girl’s honor and all that,” I reply jokingly as I hold up my hand.

  We continue to chat between ourselves, and the girls make it a point of looking at me when questioning if anything has happened. I may have denied it, yet I’m not sure if they believe me.

  “You sure, he has not tried anything?” Amanda asks as she munches on her lettuce leaf.

  “Same answer as before, I promise you, he has not laid a finger on me at all,” I sip on my fruity shake.

  “I just find it hard to believe in a way, he calls you into his office and closes the door, what goes on in there, with the door closed?” Amanda asks. “Does he have you bent over his desk as he fucks you from the rear?”

  God she knows!

  Or she heard me in his office yesterday because I start to blush as I feel the warmth fills my cheeks and I sit there with my hands on my lap.

  “Amanda, what do you take me for? Oh, my goodness, you know I am not like that,” I say defending myself, I can’t let them know what’s going on. Not until I have sex with Christian until that day I need to keep this quiet. No one can ever know, especially the girls in the office.

  “I’m only messing with ya, just trying to catch you out, maybe you are keeping a dark secret, eh?” she adds as the girls burst into laughter.

  “You’re such a bitch sometimes; you know that,” I reply in a fake, rough voice.

  “Girls just wanna have fun, eh, girls just wanna have fun,” Jean sings badly.

  “Hell Jean, don’t give up the day job, that was terrible!”

  I sit there smiling and think; I’ll have to be careful, it’s obvious the girls are suspicious, and they believe that there’s something going on with Christian and I. Even though he never makes a pass at the girls in the office.

  “Well I’m stuffed,” Jean comments as she wipes her mouth on a serviette.

  “Me too, that was a hell of a lunch.”

  Great now can we make a quick exit?

  I thought that once I told them that nothing’s going on that they would stop going on about Christian, but I can see that they came here on a mission. It wasn’t to have lunch; it was to grill me about my boss.

  “We’ll have to come here again, a good choice if I do say so myself,” Amanda says as she slides her ass from the seat.

  “We can call it our checking on the boss zone. Any updates about Christian, the fuckaholic boss we can discuss here,” Jean says as she follows Amanda.

  “Yep, we can quiz Isobel every other day and see if he has made a pass.

  I slide from my seat and take extra care not to reveal that I’m not wearing panties, that’ll surely give the game away to the girls.

  As we start to walk back to the office, I ponder over what they said. I can feel myself being proud about not revealing the truth to them. Christian has never made a pass at any of the girls, but he looks at me in a different way, has he broken his cardinal rule? Or is it me who has got to him. Do I possess something that makes him want to break his rule and want me as much as I want him? Either way, he’s going to get it, because I’ll keep making sure that I pass all of his tests with flying colors.

  Chapter 11

  Christian

  I call Isobel knowing that they’ll be no trace of my instructions. I’ve never mixed business with pleasure, this is the first and most likely last time that I’ll ever do this. I’ve come too far now to turn back, but it doesn’t mean that I’m taking any fucking chances.

  “Tonight, make sure that you come back to the office at eight.”

  I don’t believe in small talk, so I just get down to it. I left the office around lunchtime, because I had a meeting. I know that it’s just after five. She may be leaving soon, so I want to grab her before she goes.

  “Where should I go Christian?”

  “To my office. Remember what you did for that dirty cowboy. I want you to do it again, but this time for me. I want to see you come on my desk.”

  “Oh my,” she sighs and I can hear the excitement in her voice.

  “There’s some lingerie in there, I want you to put it on before you leave for the night. Then come back at nine, don’t worry they’ll be a car to pick you up. Just wear the raincoat and the lingerie. Nothing else.”

  Four more hours to go, I’ll just get on with work until then. I keep looking at my watch, waiting for the time to pass. I wish that I’d made it sooner. Then the next thing I know it’s getting to eight, so I sit patiently and excited, I mutter to myself, come on babe, do it for me. I can imagine the smell of her come on my desk as I’m working, running my fingers in her pussy and sniffing my fingers.

  I see on the screen that my office door’s opening, Isobel enters the room and walks towards the computer, I send a message that I can see her, but I’ve turned my video off, tonight’s all about her.

  “Dance for me!”

  I watch as Isobel starts to move, her hands raise above her head as she runs her fingers through her hair, she swivels her hips and turns to face away from the camera.

  I watch excitedly as she lifts off her low-cut top, her breasts falling freely; she’s not wearing a bra. Isobel cups her breasts and pinches her nipples; she leans towards the camera, her nipples look huge on my screen. Her body’s perfect, and she doesn’t even know it.

  I feel my cock twitching as she caresses her breasts and then slowly slides her skirt to the floor, her tiny panties just covering her sweet pussy from my view. Isobel slides her hand inside her panties and mocks me with a fake finger fuck. She licks her finger as if it was my cock in her mouth.

  My pants are bulging, I lean back and unbuckle my belt as I stare at the screen, “Put on the stockings and suspenders,” I type wanting to see more of her in so many different ways.

  I watch as Isobel slowly rolls the stockings up her legs and slides into the suspender belt, the black highlighted by the fairness of her body.

  Isobel leans on my desk and jiggles her fat ass and slaps herself playfully. My cock’s bursting to become free from the confines of my pants. I open the zipper and let my pants fall to the floor, I quickly remove my shirt and lean back into my chair, the cold leather sending an icy chill up my spine.

  My cock’s laying on my belly, and it’s twitching as I keep my eyes fixated on the screen. Isobel climbs onto my desk on all fours and playfully crawls away from the camera. I can see her pussy between her legs, and I grab my cock in appreciation of the view. Isobel looks over her shoulder towards the camera as I see her hand reach between her legs and her finger caresses her pinkness as it moistens. Oh, yeah!

  “Spread your fucking pussy,” I want to see it. I’ve waited so fucking long!

  Isobel reads the messag
e and lays on her back, her legs raised in the air as she widens them, my cock springs to life and slaps my belly harder than before.

  “Fuck yourself,” I’m like a greedy little teenager, wanting more and not ever getting enough.

  I slowly stroke my cock as Isobel licks her finger and runs it between the lips of her pussy. I can see her eyes close as she becomes taken by the sensations. She grabs at her breast and squeezes as her pink nipples get ever harder.

  ‘Top Drawer,” I type as I caress my bulging cock.

  Isobel lifts her head and reads the message; her hand reaches towards the drawer and removes the dildo. I watch as she turns it on, and slides the tip under the strap of the suspenders. Then she arches her back and runs the dildo up her thigh.

  My aching cock is throbbing; I’m so hard for Isobel. I continue to stroke as she teases her clit and dips the tip of the dildo between the lips of her pussy. Then she slowly slides it a little deeper with each stroke.

  I can hear her breath as she moans and groans as the dildo floods her body with thousands of pulses, fire building up inside her perfect, tight cunt. Isobel spreads her legs wider; I can see her pink lips as they stretch from the dildo she is guiding into herself, her juices making her pussy glisten in the light.

  “Fuck that pussy, ram the dildo all the way,” I fucking growl so loud that I’m not even able to type the words properly. She may be coming, but she’s not the only one.

  Isobel tilts her head and responds to the message; she slides the dildo as far as her pussy will allow, she removes her hands and lets it sit there filling her pussy with a deep-down fire. She grabs her tits and pushes them together, her nipples nearly touching each other as she caresses them. She moans, and I’m fully aroused and ready for her to go all the way.

  “Fuck yourself doggy style, and slap your ass,” I type, as my cock throbs and pulsates in my hand.

  I grab my balls and squeeze as Isobel again gets on all fours and spreads her legs, I can see her pussy open as the dildo slowly starts sliding into her from the rear. She rests on her one arm, her ass cheeks spread as she shoves the dildo deeper and deeper into her pink, wet pussy.

  Isobel looks over her shoulder and notices the camera is a wireless connection. She takes the camera and rolls on her back.

  She places the camera strap around the dildo, I instantly have a high definition of her pussy and clit, or anywhere else she shoves it.

  Damn!

  Isobel takes the dildo in her mouth and wraps her lips around the head. She slides the dildo deep into her throat, the features on her face enlarging as Isobel swallows the full length of it making my cock throb. The camera glides back and forth to her face as she simulates giving deep throat, my cock is aching as I imagine that it’s me.

  Isobel removes the dildo and guides it to her pussy, she places the head on her clit, and the camera shakes as her clit becomes stimulated from the vibrations. The camera stabilization kicks in and I have a clear close-up view of Isobel’s pussy. It's more than perfect as she places the head of the dildo inside her lips; I can see her finger as she rubs her clit.

  I frantically stroke my cock harder and faster, I picture myself rubbing the tip of my cock against her tight pussy lips, her virgin pussy swallowing my cock as I ram it into her. Isobel slowly slides the dildo deep into her pussy; I can hear the motor as it turns into a faint hum. Her pussy’s shaking, and her finger expertly teases her swollen clit. She slowly pulls out the dildo, and I can see her juices flowing over her pink lips. Her pussy looks like a juicy fresh peach I just want to bury my face in.

  My throbbing cock is going to explode, I stroke faster as Isobel quickly rams the dildo into her, I can hear her groans as her body starts to release itself. I can feel my balls explode, my come shoots from my body and hits the image of Isobel’s pussy on my screen.

  I quickly wipe it away as I watch her arch her back, her legs tremble, and a huge groan leaves her body.

  “Oh, yes! Yes!” she starts to scream so fucking loudly as her mouth’s open on full display. I know that any moment she’ll reach the edge. I’m jerking my cock up and down so fucking hard wanting to come at the same time.

  She reaches the point of no return as she stops and starts to shake. Then she catches her breath and then types, “Did you see it?”

  Yes, I fucking did sweetheart.

  But she has no idea that not only did she come, but so did I. I grab my shirt and wipe the screen; I watch Isobel as she lays on my desk, her body rising and falling with her heavy breaths, slowly she begins to relax and removes the dildo from her satisfied pussy.

  I watch as Isobel slides from my desk, her juices have left the top covered in sweet juice.

  “Don’t wipe the desk, leave it how it is..”

  I want to smell it in the morning when I reach the office, at least I’ll be closer to feeling her come when I stick my fat cock inside of her. They’ll be no gadgets, none of her fingers, just my cock.

  I watch Isobel as she places the dildo back in the drawer and walks towards the closet, she removes the raincoat and slips it over her shoulders, she turns to the camera and does a little dance facing the camera. I watch as her slender legs are still covered by the black stockings and the suspender belt.

  Isobel grabs the raincoat and wraps it around her hot body and ties the belt. She walks towards the computer and raises her hand.

  “Don’t forget the car!” I type, as she reaches to most likely turn the computer off.

  Chapter 12

  Isobel

  I watch from the window as the car drives through streets the large rear seat of the car is bigger than my couch back in Kansas. The raincoat slides across the leather as the driver turns each corner. I grab the coat and stop it from coming open and revealing my naked body to the driver.

  “Not far now Miss, just a few more blocks,” James, the driver says as he continues to drive me to Christian’s house. I know that tonight’s the night and I can’t wait.

  “Thank you, James.”

  I find myself wondering about the outside and inside of Christian’s home. He’s dark and moody at work, and I’ve come to realize that he has a strong need for sexual satisfaction which is more than just fucking. He wants me to do things to excite him and me both, and most of which I would never have dreamed of in a million years, that is until now.

  The driver turns into the driveway and punches the code into the control panel, and the large gates open and I can see the dimly lit driveway stretching before us.

  “Shit, it’s a long driveway.”

  I really need to stop saying exactly what’s going through my mind. Especially in front of strangers and the man that I want to take and seduce me right now.

  “He likes his privacy,” James replies as he glances in the rear-view mirror.

  I lower my head and look from the windscreen; the house is ultra-modern and is lit by spotlights placed in specific locations. It appears from the darkness like a draconian structure, and I can see it has been constructed to intimidate and to impress whoever lays eyes on it.

  The car comes to a gliding halt, and James jumps out of the driver’s seat, he opens the rear door.

  “Here you go Miss, enjoy your evening,” he says with a smile and a wink.

  I hesitate for a moment as he jumps out and opens the door for me. I walk towards the front door and as I approach, the front light, naturally motion detection censored bursts into life. As I am about to push the doorbell, the door opens, and Christian’s in front of me. His hair’s slicked back and slightly damp, and he’s wearing a skin-tight t-shirt which clings to his body.

  I can see his abs outlined by the fabric and immediately imagine me running my fingers over his stomach. He’s also wearing jogging pants, and is barefoot, he appears totally at ease with the situation, yet I have butterflies inside my stomach. I’m entering into unknown territory, not just with Christian, but also with the whole no panties and raincoat thing.

  Christian welcomes me into the
large hallway, the vastness of the stone floor appears like a sea of granite, and the coolness of it emanates and enhances the cold feeling of his home. The office has more soft furnishings than this place, and it feels cold and bare like an art gallery. Everything’s immaculately placed, yet there is more than enough space which can house a lot more things.

  “Before we go any further, slip these on,” Christian says as he hands me a pair of black stiletto heels.

  I look at the heels and can see they are expensive, and as luck would have it, they’re exactly my size. He’s so observant, I don’t think that I even know what size shoes any of the girls wear in the office, yet he does and he’s a man.