But there is a god. Because when I was eighteen and about to graduate from high school, my father found a woman who rocked his world. And with Lynne, George turned into a different guy overnight.
Adventurous. Happy. Understanding. Off the bottle.
Suddenly, he wanted to tell me about the birds and the bees and that it was okay to have certain urges. But by then it was too late. I was already me, shy and curvy, almost afraid to talk to boys.
But George is living the happy life now. Last time I talked to my dad on the phone, he and Lynne were having hot tantric sex in India someplace. He offered to pay my plane fare to come for a visit, but that idea was just too bizarre. Really? I mean, I want to be respectful, I really do. I want to honor my dad’s beliefs, and it’s not like he’s committing crimes or anything.
But seriously, getting naked with some wizened old guru watching? Evaluating your body parts while trying to bring out the chakra within? It was just too bizarre. So I declined, respectfully of course.
But now I’m the only eighteen year-old virgin on Earth, and real shy to boot, clutching romance novels to my breast.
It’s sad, if you think about it.
Really depressing, the chubby girl living in her own, made-up dream world.
I wasn’t even like some of the slutty girls in my high school, taking it up the butt and giving blow jobs just to keep their hymen. I kind of envied them in a way, but not enough to offer my ass or mouth to some guy just because he took me to prom. No way.
And guys at school were interested in me, to some extent. Gross guys, the kind who are unshaven and unwashed, wearing dirty plaid shirts. And when they figured out I was a virgin, they offered me the same deal. Keep my hymen and let them own my ass or come in my mouth. But that was so wrong to me. You either are or aren’t a virgin.
I never liked cheating.
So yeah, I’m untouched. Unspoiled. Un-just about everything, if you think about it.
It’s a bad way to be.
All the other girls at school are with their boyfriends, or at least hooking up on weekends. Meanwhile, I’m all alone, at home studying or working my job.
Except now things are gonna change.
Just remembering the things Mr. Carlton did to me made me go warm inside.
Open wide sweetheart.
Fuck, you’re sexy.
I have to taste.
With one kiss between my legs, Mr. Carlton blew my world away. He was nothing like those pimply adolescent boys in high school who thought they were so great. He’s so much better than them. A magnetic and compelling alpha male with bright blue eyes that could make me do anything.
I wanted to do anything for him.
Anything and more. More of his mouth between my legs. More of his amazing blue eyes on me. More of everything he wanted to give.
And tomorrow at five o’ clock, I’m gonna get it.
Shivering with anticipation, I pressed my thighs together and caressed the smooth paper of the check. Maybe tomorrow I would finally get to touch him. Maybe tomorrow he would do more than just taste my virginity.
My pussy leaked then.
Whatever he had in mind for us tomorrow … the answer was yes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mason
The best view in Manhattan, and I couldn’t even see it. All I could see was sweet little Beth. And yeah, she was sweet and even more innocent than the pretty piece of tissue between her legs. I shouldn’t be treating her like this. She deserves better.
Shit, you’re such an asshole, the voice at the back of my mind spoke. Damn this conscience. Against all odds, it woke up this morning and has been kicking my ass ever since. You’re using this girl like she’s a piece of meat, it said to me again. Is that what you do? But I’ve had a lot of practice ignoring it over the years.
Besides, this thing with Beth was just too much fun to give up yet. She was a bona fide virgin. I’d tasted and touched it. Hell, I’d wanted to pull my dick out and stroke one out all over her hymen, splashing her thick and juicy thighs and pussy with my hot spunk.
I’d imagined her a hundred different ways after she left my office.
Bent over my desk, as I ate her from the back.
The two of us on the floor with Beth riding my face and my fingers up her ass.
A hot sixty-nine on the conference room desk with cameras recording every delicious taste of the female.
But each scenario had her walking out of my office with her hymen intact because I needed proof for my book.
Yeah, the fucking fuck book.
I was gonna win this game.
Because none of the other guys had a chance of finding a virgin like Beth. None of the other guys had a chance at finding any type of virgin at all. There was no other girl out there like my delicious librarian. Sweet. Sexy. Uninhibited with just the right touch of innocence.
Those dudes were going down.
You’re such a goddamn asshole, my conscience chimed again. Because what about her? She doesn’t deserve this. Beth was an innocent. Everything about her screamed it, even when she was wriggling on that chair, panting and moaning.
And yeah, I felt guilty, but this thing had already been set in motion. Besides, I never back down from a challenge. You don’t get to be CEO by being a pansy. You get there using relentless aggression, and this situation was no exception.
But Beth was different. She came into my office to help me. Everything about the pretty librarian was eager and sweet. She was like a gentle doe in the meadow, unsuspecting and innocent, made to be protected and cherished. She didn’t deserve the fuck book, not at all.
Aw shit. Guilt rode me hard. Don’t do this to her, the voice spoke again. You’re an asshole, yes. But that doesn’t stop you from being the better man.
So yeah, all day I wanted to call down to the library and tell Beth not to bother coming up for our little study session this afternoon. It would be so easy to cancel. And it was more than that. Canceling would spare her a boatload of humiliation, a shit ton of embarrassment.
But I’m still me, a giant asshole through and through. So I never called, even as the phone beckoned from its place on my desk. My hand never lifted, even though I eyed the receiver constantly.
Suddenly, a buzz sounded, jolting me out of my reverie.
“Mr. Carlton, Beth White is here to see you,” purred my secretary’s voice.
Last chance. You could tell her to send Beth away, the voice screamed again. But guilt was nothing compared to my lust for the female’s tender virgin flesh. Plus, my overwhelming desire to win that fuck book contest and screw my buddies. Oh yeah, winning is everything, and I was gonna make this happen.
So without any hesitation, I spoke.
“Send her in, Kimberly.”
“Of course, sir,” came my secretary’s dulcet voice.
I knew Kimberly wondered what was happening between me and the sexy librarian, but she’s been with me for too long to lob any questions. After all, in our world, the boss is always right, full stop. I pay her a pretty penny to remember that day in and day out. And with a click, the phone connection died just as a soft knock sounded on the door.
“Come,” rang my deep voice.
Straightening my tie, I sat up. Holy shit, was this really happening? Was I really like a second-grader getting ready for his school photo?
But it was true. I was nervous. This wasn’t a date per se, but there was something about this girl that shook me to my core. Normally, I’d be on the phone, too busy to meet with anyone for even five minutes. But Beth is different, and I didn’t want to think about what that was.
Finally, the door to my office cracked open, swinging open slowly.
Goddamn.
Holy shit.
The brunette was even prettier than last time. Her big, brown eyes looked at me with innocence, long lashes sweeping down on rounded cheeks. And today she wore color, which was better than that ugly brown shit from before. Her skirt was a deep blue, down to the kn
ee, swinging about those lush hips. But it was the sweater that did me in.
The soft fabric hugged her huge tits, emphasizing their generous proportions. Those boobies were giant Double Ds, swinging this way and that and I couldn’t wait to rip off the cotton and devour the white flesh, covering her with licks and kisses.
She was killing me.
Inch by inch, my defenses were crumbling.
But the sweet girl had no idea. Closing the door, she walked towards the glass table in the center of the room, hips swaying.
“Should we start?” were her shy words while biting those bee-stung lips. “Are you ready?”
I got up from my desk like a beast ready to conquer.
“Absolutely,” came my low growl. “Absolutely, sweetheart.”
Beth stammered and looked down, cheeks all red.
“I brought the books,” came her tremulous voice. “We can start up where we left off yesterday.”
Sweet, so sweet.
“We’re not going to need any books, pretty girl,” was my growl. “You know that.”
Her chest heaved under that clingy sweater and I clenched my hands to stop myself from grabbing her like a caveman. Beth stammered but then something melted within. Because she decided to get real and lifted her eyes to mine, the liquid caramel so hot, so obviously hungry for me that my cock jerked hard down below.
“I know Mr. Carlton,” she whispered and trembled like a deer as I stood motionless, vibrating with energy. “I know.”
And I couldn’t resist anymore. Call me a sucker, but her pink lips were right there, beckoning like a lush cupid’s bow. And they were slightly parted and raised, just waiting for my kiss.
So I gave it to her.
It was insane. Mindblowingly hot. Just one touch of her sweet lips and my knees trembled like I was a teenage boy kissing a girl for the first time. My heart drummed deep in my chest because it was so primal and right to have this woman in my arms. This woman only, gasping and crying out with delight, murmuring my name.
“Mason,” she cried out softly, hands stroking through my hair. “Mason.”
A low, possessive growl rumbled from my chest, answering her delighted gasps. Damn, Beth tasted like heaven. Just like I knew she would. As if in a dream, the brunette opened her mouth for me and I deepened our kiss, plundering everything the woman had to give. She wriggled against me before crying out again.
“Mason, oh! Oh oh oh!”
This was gonna get dirty fast. I couldn’t help it. The hunger was a fucking typhoon raging through my soul.
“Baby, it’s coming,” I ground out. “Hold tight, it’s coming.”
She whimpered into my mouth and clung desperately to my broad shoulders. The sounds from her throat were incredible, like I was already inside to make the female feel good with deep, penetrating thrusts. But all in good time. With scrabbling fingers, I pushed up that sweater before ripping her skirt right off, revealing tiny scraps of pink lingerie beneath, barely covering her sweetest spots.
“Fuck baby,” I breathed, unable to look away. “Fuck sweetheart, you’re so beautiful.”
Those big titties and the telltale wet spot at her crotch made me want to drop to my knees right there and taste. But Beth had needs too, and she wasn’t gonna let me get away so easily.
“I want you, Mr. Carlton,” came her breathy words. “I want you so much.” The mewl was one of desperation and lust, her small fingers now fumbling awkwardly at my tie and shirt.
I’d do it. The girl was too gentle, it’d take her forever to undress me. So instead, in two seconds flat, I ripped off my clothes. Yeah, the thousand dollar suit was nothing when compared to the feast before me. Shirt torn on the floor, bare bronzed chest broad and glorious. Pants puddled at my feet, my cock out and proud, pulsing with a dripping tip.
“Oh,” she gasped, eyes going wide, staring at my hardness. “Oh god, it’s big.” Tellingly, the wet spot at her crotch grew, liquid gushing from those sweet folds. Atta girl. Let your body tell me what it wants, let it speak.
And I grunted in reply.
“That’s right, sweet thing. My tool’s fucking XXL and it’s going in you.”
Silence for a moment as she stared, unable to make any words. But finally, her lips parted once more.
“But,” she gasped, coloring beautifully. “But – but I don’t think it can fit. It’s too big.”
My eyes gleamed as I stared at the sweet vee between her thighs, aromatic cunt smell already rising hot and heavy in the humid air between us.
“Oh it’ll fit, sweet thing. It’ll fit, we’ve just gotta get you loosened up beforehand.”
And with that, I was on her. By now, we’d moved to the couch at the back of my office, and I came down on that curvy form like a ton of bricks.
“Mr. Carlton,” she panted beneath my devastating kisses. “Mr. Carlton.”
I laughed, a sound of pain and amusement mixed together at once.
“My name is Mason, sweetheart. I think it’s time you called me that, hmmm?”
Beth panted again, brown eyes wide, lips parted wetly.
“Yes, Mason, Mason,” she chanted once more while reaching down to stroke my abs. Aw shit, those small fingers along my ridged eight pack made me want to bust right there, fat cock hard and wet right between us. I was getting ready to do something nasty, something to really shock her socks off, but then the girl took me by surprise. Because Beth is innocent, alright, but she’s got the soul of a slut within.
Pulling back slightly, she licked her lips again while meeting my eyes, the liquid brown soft yet devastating.
“I want you,” she murmured breathily, spreading her legs a little. “I want you real bad. See?” And those little fingers moved to the skimpy lace of her panties, pulling the crotch aside to show me her swollen pussy. Shit, when did she get so dirty? But Beth surprised me again. Placing two fingers one her labia, she pulled apart those puffy lips, displaying the gleaming pink within, tantalizingly wet.
“See?” she breathed again, big boobs heaving. “See how much I want you?”
And as I stared, unable to move, a bit of juice coagulated at that hole. That’s right, there was so much liquid that I could literally see the cream gather and slide down her butt in a sweet rivulet, evidence of the girl’s desire.
“Fuck baby,” was my hoarse gasp. “You’re getting it now.”
And in an instant, my mouth was on that succulent twat, tasting her hymen all over again. It juiced even harder, gushing against my face, the sweet cream dripping into my throat.
“Fuck,” came my desperate growl. “Fuck you taste so good.”
“Mmmm,” was Beth’s whimper as she leaned back against the couch, playing with her boobies as I buried my face in her snatch. “Oh god, Mason, that feels so good!”
But the girl wasn’t just getting a mouth job right now. Because even in the haze of coursing lust, I knew what had to be done.
Pulling back, I reached beneath the couch cushions and pulled out an instant camera. Yeah, I’m that motherfucker, like a frat boy who leaves his computer camera on during a fling in his dorm room. But at least I was being open about it, right? I wanted her to know she was being recorded, that she was so fucking sexy that I wanted pictures of her hymen before it was busted forever.
But the girl wasn’t into it.
“Oh my God! No!” Beth squealed and held one hand over her face, the other over her pussy. “No, I can’t!”
Of course she couldn’t. Beth was a decent girl, one who’d never even had a man in her body. To suddenly be taking dirty pictures was off the charts, impossible to contemplate.
But what the CEO wants he gets. Because with a wet kiss to the inside of her thigh, I growled reassurances.
“Don’t worry,” were my words. “I’m gonna capture this moment. Because after I’m done with you, you won’t have this anymore. Do you understand, sweetheart? It’s something precious and pure that isn’t gonna be around after today. So I want to memorialize
it.”
But Beth wasn’t getting on board that easy.
“Mason,” she gasped again, one small hand still firmly clasped in front of her pussy. “You can’t. This is so crazy. Do you do this with all the virgins you take?”
Ah ha. At least Beth was lucid enough to realize that this wasn’t my first time with a camera. But it was my first time with a virgin, and I breathed once more onto her thighs, hoping the warm air would relax her somewhat.
“Of course not sweetheart,” came my growl. “But it’s not because I didn’t try. It’s because I’ve never had a virgin before.”
At that her eyes went wide, the tense look dissipating for a moment.
“You’ve never had a virgin?” she breathed, the swells of her breasts rising and falling tremulously. “Never?”
I paused theatrically, tilting my head like I was thinking. Really what I wanted to do was to fuck those tits, run my cock up and down between their fleshy white bellies. But right now, the girl needed words, not action.
“Well, let me see,” I rumbled. “Maybe Mary-Kate Smith back in eighth grade was a virgin, but no, I don’t think so. That girl got around, even back then. Hear she has five kids now by five different guys.”
Beth gasped then, face flushing once more. Oh shit, she was beautiful, the pale pink descending down her chest, tinting those creamy boobies with just a tinge of red. Aw shit, I was gonna explode if we didn’t get this show on the road.
But evidently, the words were enough, because slowly, Beth lifted her hands then, revealing that beautiful twat.
“Is this enough?” she asked, barely above a whisper. “Is this enough?”
Not quite. I needed her juicy and spread open wide. So shifting her thighs a bit, I brushed her opening with my thumb, just once. The girl moaned, throwing her head back. Oh yeah, you like your pussy stroked baby girl? Don’t worry, it only gets better.
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