by D STEP
I sat and looked at him, he was gorgeous. He got on his knees and said, “Spread your legs now.”
I spread my legs and he started kissing his way up my thighs. He kissed softly trailing his way to my pussy and just as he was to place a kiss on my wet waiting pussy, he didn’t. He skipped it totally and moved directly to the belly button then was licking his way down. When he reached my pussy he waited. I wanted him to lick it so bad. He looked in my eyes and started to kiss my inner thigh with more passion and force, greedily and wet. Then suddenly he became gentle only lightly flicking the tip of his tongue to barely graze the sensitive skin of my inner thighs so so close to my pussy. He then gently moved towards my clitoris and started kissing and caressing it as one of his hands massaged my breast. He then started licking my clitoris so good and placed the other hand beneath his mouth. Putting two fingers inside my pussy, everything was starting to “burn” again. I came within minutes.
After that he stood up, rubbing his cock in front of me. I looked at him; I think he was the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I tried to stand up but my legs didn't help me very much. I couldn't stand straight so I leaned against the desk. Jarrod came over and started kissing me again. He lifted one of my legs and started rubbing his cock against my pussy. My pussy was so wet it was dripping on my other leg. He penetrated me deep and started fucking me faster and faster. I screamed in pleasure and the desk was moving so hard that everybody outside could hear and guess what is going on inside that office. He kept on doing this for 10 minutes or so, going faster and faster . . . I thought as I was about to faint. It was too much for me. But, I loved it! “Bend over,” he said.
CHAPTER 10
I did as he requested and returned to the same position, the one with both my hands on the desk. He took some oil and I knew what was coming to me. He poured oil on my entire ass and he spread my cheeks. He penetrated me inside my pussy and he started fucking me hard. Quickly, unexpectedly, he pulled out and penetrated me in my ass, really hard and quick.
He fucked me like a madman as I screamed and screamed and the desk shook and moved a couple of centimeters. He again pulled out quickly and started fucking me in my pussy. It was bliss, my eyes began rolling to the back of my head again, and I started rubbing my clitoris. Two fingers of his went inside my ass as he fucked in my pussy pretty rough.
“I want to cum inside you.” he said
“Cum inside my ass! Please come in my ass.” I begged.
He then pulled out from my pussy again and shoved it into my ass. He fucked me hard, so hard as the rush of cumming coursed through him, he started moaning and screaming and gripping tight and biting his lips. I was also screaming and moaning like I never did before.
I was feeling him as he began to cum, his penis had involuntary movements, pulsing, swelling inside me and he screamed “AAAAAAAAAAAH” as he came inside my ass. The sensation was almost surreal, feeling his cum inside my ass. I loved it.
He then sat on his chair, wiping the sweat off his forehead saying, “Wow”. Just a simple wow.
I lay down on the floor, didn't feel like standing up. My legs were still shaking and my whole body was filled with an intense energy. Nothing like this happened to me in my 29 years of existence. I looked at the man in front of me as he lighted up another cigarette and said: “You are aware that everybody in this office heard this, right?”.
“Yeah, but I’m not worried I wanted to quit anyway.”
“That's true, but you are not the only one involved here, remember?” He replied.
“I figure I just put his career in some sort of jeopardy?”
“Well considering all the screams and the moans that have been going on for the past 3 hours, yes, this puts my position in jeopardy. I may be one of the CEO's but there is a board of directors. I am not the owner of this company; I just hold a big share of stock.” His voice trailed off.
“Well, can you like... get fired?” I asked.
“Hahahahahahahahaha,” was his reply.
I couldn’t understand what was so funny.
“Why are you laughing?”.
“I'm laughing... ha-ha, I'm laughing because... ha-ha... because they can't fire me if I quit.”
He then immediately stood up and gathered the clothes from around the office. He put my clothes on the desk, told me to get dressed as he too got dressed.
After we both got dressed, he plugged in his computer and guess what? It worked. It worked even if it was thrown from the desk, hitting the floor. He printed two copies of resignation papers, one with his name, and one with my name. He looked at me and said:
“Okay, now we both quit. Here, read this and sign it. You are dismissed after you sign. Freedom is out that door, the key is at the top left drawer of the desk.”
“Wow, Jarrod, ahem, I mean Jarrod. That was a really nice resignation talk we had there.” I said briefly.
“Can I see you again? Maybe we can have dinner? Lunch? Breakfast? Anything...” I couldn’t help but ask.
“I highly doubt that... but who knows, maybe we’ll meet again.” He had a slight grin on his face.
Even though he cheated on his wife I respected him. I respected him because I felt as if he did this for me, to make me feel better. I signed the paper and kissed him on the cheek.
“Goodbye Jarrod, thank you.”
“Goodbye Jessica.” was his final words.
I then got the keys, unlocked the door, and walked out as everyone at the desk was staring at me. I remembered being confident, my heels were making so much noise as I walked through the office by them. Nobody was saying anything, they just all stared. I walked to the elevator, got in and as the doors closed I could see Jarrod leaving his office. I put my foot between the doors to wait for him. He saw that and rushed to the elevator. He came and stepped into the elevator.
The doors closed.
“Lunch?” he asked with a lopsided smile.
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 1
Damn, I’ve never shook so hard when I came before. I inhaled deep, A dim tingle of pleasure was still burning inside my pussy. The faint feel of the orgasm draining from the tip of my every nerve weakened my limbs. My knees had given up, I had to concentrate firmly to stand or I would fall as I felt a thousand tiny bits of pleasure dancing down my spine, sensually ripping me apart. It was everything I had imagined it would be and then some. But what the fuck?! THIS?! Not this ending pleaseeee.
I wanted to hide or just melt away from her eyes. We were caught. After working so hard to get Philip, my stepdad’s attention a
I shrieked when I saw her standing there staring at us. Paula, the nanny seemed frozen in place in the bathroom doorway, her eyes wide, holding a pile of clean towels in her arms.
“Shit,” Philip muttered under his breath as he pulled away from me and thrust a bathrobe into my hands. “Cover yourself, Emily.”
I threw the robe around my bust and tied it, staring back at Paula defiantly. I noticed her cast a quick glance at Philip’s crotch; his dick was still half-hard, hanging heavily between his legs. That bitch was admiring his cock! I cleared my throat angrily and she shot her gaze back up.
“What’s going on here?” She directed the question at Philip. She had never liked me that much, and I could only imagine what she was thinking of me right now. I had no idea how Philip was going to explain his way out of this situation. It was pretty clear that something totally inappropriate was going on.
“Paula, it’s not what it looks like. Emily was taking a shower, and I was in the bedroom changing my clothes, and I heard her scream and fall down. She pulled a muscle in her back earlier today while she was mowing the lawn. I came in to pick her up and carry her into her room.”
“Yeah,” I said, clutching my back and arranging my face in an expression of pain, “It really hurts. I think I need to go lie down.”
Paula nodded slowly, looking not entirely convinced, but I could tell she wouldn’t ask for any more details. Philip still hadn’t covered himself up, and she was staring at his penis again.
“Excuse me, would you mind not gawking at my stepfather’s dick, please?” I demanded, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Paula blushed and offered Philip one of the clean towels she held in her arms.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but you just have a really nice cock, sir.”
That little slut! I couldn’t believe my ears! I stomped out of the bathroom, shoving past Paula and deliberately knocking her against the doorway. She yelped and dropped her armload of towels. I laughed and stalked down the hallway towards my bedroom to get dressed.
CHAPTER 2
The next few days truly tested my patience. Paula was acting differently, dressing differently. Her glimpse of Philip’s naked body had obviously had quite an impact on her. Whereas before, she dressed quite modestly, wearing mostly jeans and button-down shirts, she was now parading around in miniskirts and tank tops that showed off her ample cleavage. I noticed that she always tried to be in the same room with my stepdad, always sneaking glances at him, her eyes full of lust. It was driving me insane. No way was I going to share Philip with anyone; he was mine now!
Even worse was that Philip seemed to be enjoying the attention, actually flirting with her at times, complimenting her on her appearance, laughing at her stupid little jokes. One morning I walked into the kitchen and saw them standing close together near the sink, her hand resting on his bicep, looking up at him through her long mascara-ed eyelashes.
“Paula,” I said sharply, “Do my laundry now please.”
Paula giggled and withdrew her hand from Philip’s arm, sashaying past me on the way to the laundry room. I glared at Philip and stormed out of the room, disgusted at the innocent look on his face.
Next time I caught her hitting on him, I lost it. I caught them in the living room together; I’m not sure what they were talking about, but as she murmured something up at him, I saw her press her tits against his forearm. I have to admit, she does have nice tits, so I can’t blame Philip entirely, but when I saw her pull that move, I blew a fuse.
“What the fuck?” I yelled, busting in through the french doors. “Jesus Christ, I never knew you were such a whore, Paula. My mom would be so thrilled to see you right now, with your tits all over her husband.”
“Shit,” she mumbled, straightening her tank top and rushing past me, out of the room.
“Philip. We need to talk.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him down onto the leather couch. “This is bullshit. I don’t know what you’re doing flirting with her in front of me, especially after what happened. How do you think that makes me feel?”
“Emily, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Nothing was going on. We were just talking about the housework. I’m not even attracted to Paula.”
“Bullshit! I see how you look at her. And she obviously wants you.”
“You’re acting crazy.”
“Oh yeah? I’m crazy? Well how’s this for crazy: next time I see you talking to her like that, I’m gonna tell mom what happened between us.”
“Oh good Emily. Real smart. You’re acting like a complete child.”
“Don’t talk to me like that. You’re mine now. You only get to fuck me.”
“Is that so?” Philip raised one eyebrow and looked down into my face. He was so cocky. I wanted him so bad.
I grabbed the back of his head and closed my lips over his, kissing him hungrily, sliding my tongue into his mouth, inhaling his scent. He responded, kissing me back almost violently, bending my neck back and forcing me down onto the couch. I felt the cold leather caress my skin as Philip pressed his hard cock into the front of my pants. I moaned and squirmed as he licked my neck slowly, leaving a long wet trail along my skin.
“I’m gonna fuck those tits,” Philip moaned against my shoulder.
My pussy was dripping wet; I wanted to feel his cock pressing against my breasts. I pulled his hips up closer to my chest and watched as he slowly unzipped his fly and let his thick cock fall out. I stared at it, its tip glistening. I stuck my tongue out and licked the droplet of moisture off the head of his huge dick. He moaned and shivered at the touch of my wet mouth. I cupped my tits, pushing them together, squeezing the flesh against his penis, as he started thrusting slowly back and forth. I looked up into his blue eyes, spit into my palm and rubbed the spit over his dick, sticking my tongue out, touching his cock with my tongue every time he thrusted upwards.
He increased the rhythm of his hips and I pressed my tits together harder, moaning as I felt his slippery skin against mine. My clit was throbbing. I wanted him inside of me, but I also wanted him to keep fucking my breasts. His cock was bigger and harder than I had ever seen it before. I gazed at it in admiration as it plunged up and down between my rosy pink nipples.
All of a sudden he pulled away and grabbed my waist with his strong hands. He flipped me over, pushing my face into the plush arm of the couch. I yelped in surprise at the roughness of his touch. He thrust his cock deep into my pussy, not bothering to warm me up first, just plunging it in and fucking me hard and deep. Luckily I was already sopping wet, and my cunt accepted him readily. Still, he was so hard and big, I felt the walls of my vagina straining to accommodate his size. I gasped as he slammed into me over and over, slapping my ass with each thrust, forcing my head into the crack between the couch cushions.
“Fuck!” I screamed into the leather as I felt him quicken his pace, ramming into me harder and harder. I could tell that he was ready to come; he wasn’t waiting for me at all. It almost felt like he was taking out his frustration on my pussy, trying to teach me a lesson by fucking me as hard as he could. I submitted to his will and waited for him to come.
“Come all over me, daddy,” I moaned as I felt him lose control of his body. He pulled out of me and I felt him spray all over my ass and back, relishing the warmth and stickiness of his come as it dripped all over my skin.
He collapsed with a grunt, used his shirt to roughly wipe me off, then pulled his pants on and walked out of the room without a word. I sat back on the couch cushions, naked except for my pleated skirt hiked up around my waist, and sighed. I felt like Philip was trying to punish me for speaking to him the way that I had. Some punishment, I thought, as I stretched out across the couch and let my fingers wander down to my clit. It only took about thirty seconds before I was coming all over my hand, whispering Philip’s name and writhing helplessly against the cool leather.
CHAPTER 3
The next week was uneventful. Mom was home for the first part of it, and Paula had reverted to dressing in her normal clothes. She no longer wore sexy outfits around the house, and I was relieved to see that she seemed to have stopped flirting with Philip. On Thursday, Mom announced she was going on yet another business trip – this one for four days. When she told us at the kitchen table, I felt a secret thrill inside, and glanced up over my breakfast to see that Philip was smiling at me over his cereal bowl. Mom didn’t notice; all she cares about is work. That’s fine with me, just leaves me more alone time with her hot husband.
The day that Mom left, I was all over Philip. It was like I wanted to claim him as my property. I deliberately flaunted our physical relationship in front of Paula, just in case she got any more ideas about trying to flirt with him. I fawned over him and stroked his arms; I laughed at all of his jokes and wore my sexiest outfits around the house. I even started kissing him full on the lips, not making out, but just planting lip-to-lip kisses on him whenever I saw Paula watching us from across the room. Every time this happened, I looked her way; she pretended not to care but I saw her expression – a scowl of disapproval and jealousy as she tried to seem busy and distracted with housework.
Saturday came – the day of the Dan Smith concert. I was so excited to attend the show, but I was also acutely aware that I would be leaving Philip in the house alone with Paula. I cornered him in the kitchen on my way out to the concert. He was standing in the open door of the refrigerator, taking a long sip from a bottle of beer. I sidled up to him and ran my hand up and down his broad, muscled back, leaning my cheek against his arm and staring into the bright interior of the fridge.
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