by Olivia Myers
Before he finished the sentence, he felt the warmth of a mouth back on his dick. He peered around Simone’s thigh to find Sally swallowing him. Roger was behind Sally, fucking her again with his massive tool.
Chris instantly exploded, the cum shot out of his cock in thick pulses. Sally didn’t spill a drop, even with rocking back and forth from Roger’s thrusts.
“Fuuuuuck,” Simone wailed from above him, and her thighs began to shake. Chris put his mouth back on her pussy just in time to be doused with her sweet nectar.
Roger and Sally continued to fuck as Simone kneeled back down in front of Chris. She kissed him on the cheek and said, “Well, I think I’d like to give you the job. Do you want it? You’d help me book appointments and, um, help with the clients, like you did with Sally here.”
“Hell yes,” Chris replied, pulling up his pants. “I think I can learn a lot here.”
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Chris woke up the next day in his bed, still reeling from the events of his very first job interview. Or was that “blow-job” interview? As his cock begin to harden at the memory, his cell phone buzzed next to him. A familiar number popped up on the caller ID. He was already smiling before he said, “Hey Kara, what’s up?”
“Hey Chris,” his friend said excitedly. “I just got a call from that teacher of yours, Simone. I forgot to tell you that I put in an application with her for that assistant’s gig. She said she just hired you.”
“Uh, yeah,” Chris said. “I just interviewed last night.”
“Cool,” Kara said. “She told me that she realized she needed some more help with her new project, and that she thought I’d be a good fit. She thinks you and I would work well together.”
The flirtatious tone in Kara’s voice was unmistakable.
“Yeah, I think we would work well together,” Chris said.
“Do you think I could come over today? She said you might be able to fill me in on what the job would entail?”
Chris’s cock throbbed, and he smiled. “Oh yeah, definitely. Why don’t you stop by right now?”
THE END
Ghostly Whispers of Love
A newborn baby’s cry echoed down the dank hallways of the Blockstone estate. Little Ann was forgotten in her bassinet as the midwife attended to Ann’s mother and the maid fetched the doctor. Ann’s father paced outside of the bedroom door in sheer panic.
Outside, the world continued on, completely unaware of the tragedy occurring in the Blockstone household. The street was bustling with people headed to the market to sell and buy, buy and sell. A light breeze kept the temperature a little chilly, but when the sun peeked through the sparse clouds, it was a very pleasant afternoon at the market. The women still wore shawls and gloves to keep warm, and the men would put on and take off their jackets, not sure if it was too cold or just right.
The Blockstone’s maid, Neala, ran out down the hallway and out of the front door. She put her hand over her eyes to find the little errand boy who meandered through the streets looking for work. Upon finding him, she scrambled down the stone stairs and grabbed him by the arm. She whispered something in his ear and then shouted, “Go! Hurry!”
The errand boy ran through the crowd at an alarming pace, pushing past people without apology. He had to reach the doctor. Only, it was too late.
After giving birth, Jane was able to hold her baby for a brief moment, and she named her baby girl Ann. Only moments after the midwife had taken Ann to clean her off, Jane slipped away. Sobbing, the midwife stroked Jane’s hair and held her hand as they waited for the doctor who was no longer needed. Neala dashed back inside and picked up the still-crying child; she looked around the room to see what else needed to be done when she realized that there was nothing else to do except calm the screaming baby. Silent tears started to stream down Neala’s face as she realized that this little baby had already lost her mother. Neala quietly stepped out of the room and into the nursery that was prepared for this little darling. She sat down in a rocking chair near the window that faced the garden, and the two continued to weep together.
Back in the study, the father shut the blinds and sat with his back against the corner bookcase. He cried silently as he pulled at his hair and rocked back and forth, causing some of his books to shift and fall onto the floor. For all of his work in Parliament, this was a disaster Roderick Blockstone had never known. His lovely, sweet Jane was gone. What would he do without her?
***
Roderick and Jane had been married for ten years. They met when Jane had attended her first ball at her Aunt Lily’s house.
Jane’s aunt was always thrilled to host social gatherings of all kinds, but nothing excited her Aunt Lily quite as much as a ball did. When Jane was younger, she would have to stay home as her family attended these gatherings, which made Jane quite envious.
Finally it was Jane’s turn to attend her first dance. Her oldest sister Emeline had pinned Jane’s glossy brown hair back, leaving delicate tendrils to frame her luminous face. Jane’s second oldest sister, Martha, adorned her with their mother’s golden locket. It was tradition for every woman in the family to wear this locket at her first ball.
Jane looked into the mirror admiring her beautiful hair, her favorite feature aside from her deep emerald eyes. As she gazed at herself, she felt she had transformed into lovely young woman. Her slight youthful frame had been given shape by the corseted bodice of her gown, which was adorned with delicate lace at the neckline and embroidered with blue flowers and pearls.
Jane had been so excited to attend the ball that she insisted her sisters dance with her in every spare moment. Finally, the night had come! Beatrice, Jane’s mother, called her three daughters down the stairs announcing that their father had just pulled the carriage up. The four women talked incessantly and over each other while Rupert smiled to himself, amused at the chipmunk-like chatter of these women he held so dear to his heart.
Jane was filled with awe as the carriage pulled up to her Aunt Lily’s home. She had always imagined how Aunt Lily would decorate her household for the occasion, but she never imagined this. Lights were on in every room of the house creating an orb of light that could be seen upon entering the grand estate. The trees that lined the entrance to the estate were decorated with white, pink and gold ribbons that gently swayed in the wind as the smell of cherry blossoms wafted by. Extra servants were hired to valet the carriages, feed and water the horses, take the visitors’ coats, and serve delicious wine and hors-d'oeuvres. Jane and her sisters politely took glasses of champagne from one of the male waiters and giggled in delight to themselves after the waiter walked away. Jane had never had champagne before, but she copied her sisters, only taking small sips.
As her sisters grabbed another glass, Jane politely declined because she wanted to look available to dance if a gentleman happened to ask. She was almost so eager as to ask someone herself, but she knew she must be patient. She swayed to the string quintet and tapped her feet to the faster dances.
Then, as the quintet played the final chord to a minuet, she saw him. When Roderick Blockstone entered the room, all of the young women turned toward him and stared. Not only was he an eligible bachelor from a very wealthy and powerful family in London, he was also very handsome. His brown eyes had little gold flecks that would shine in the dimmest of light. His thick brown hair and his olive complexion made him the most attractive man at the ball. Roderick followed his mother and father over to Aunt Lily and Uncle Louis to thank them for the invitation.
Jane had heard of the Blockstone family, of course; they had formidable wealth and political influence. Everyone wanted to be invited to the Blockstone estate for it was the highest social honor one could hope for. But aside from a brief glance at Mrs. Blockstone in her carriage once, Jane had never met any of that family.
As Roderick’s parents were engaged in dull conversation with the Mitchells, his attention started to wander. His eyes spanned the crowd and stopped on a lovely girl he hadn’t seen bef
ore. Her dark hair with delicate curls showed off her lovely pale face. He couldn’t help but notice her rosy cheeks and full pink lips. She had a delicate frame and a smile that made his heart soar.
Jane locked eyes with Roderick, and for a brief moment, neither one of them could look away. Jane quickly looked down and bit her lip as she felt her face flushing. Emeline noticed right away that Jane had suddenly gone quiet and still. It didn’t take her long to figure out who had caught her little sister’s fancy.
She took Jane aside so their mother couldn’t hear her, and Emeline whispered, “That is Roderick Blockstone. He comes to these events all the time, and every girl fawns over him. Although, I suppose that will end soon.”
Jane looked up at Emeline, confused. “What do you mean?”
Emeline explained, “Roderick is going to university soon to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a member of Parliament. I doubt he will have much time for frivolous social activities.”
Jane frowned at this terrible news, but Emeline nudged her little sister saying, “So, you better introduce yourself tonight.”
“But, I can’t just walk up to him and introduce myself!”
“No, I suppose you’re right. Ah! I have an idea.”
Emeline set down her glass of champagne and took her little sister’s hand, guiding Jane to Uncle Louis. Emeline politely kissed her uncle on both cheeks and started conversing with him about his horses. Uncle Louis told Emeline that he had been learning about horse breeding from Mr. Blockstone to which Emeline responded, “I don’t think that Jane has had the pleasure of meeting the Blockstones. Do you think that you could introduce her to them?”
Jane’s heart had gone up to her throat, and she wasn’t sure her legs would move. Emeline once again squeezed Jane’s hand in delight as their uncle turned around to interrupt Aunt Lily’s undoubtedly dull conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Blockstone.
“Excuse me, darling,” Uncle Louis politely said to his wife. “I don’t believe our lovely niece, Jane, has been properly introduced to the Blockstones. Jane, this is Mr. Charles Blockstone and his lovely wife, Gwendolyn.”
Jane curtsied as she was being introduced. Mr. Blockstone nearly bumped into his son as he was turning to introduce him. “Jane, this is our son, Roderick. Roderick, this is Jane Cromwell, the youngest daughter of Rupert and Beatrice Cromwell.” Jane thought she saw Roderick blush as they were being introduced, but it was hard to tell anything from his unreadable expression. As Jane’s uncle resumed conversation with the Blockstones, she kept glancing at Roderick, and if she wasn’t mistaken, he was glancing at her as well.
Then, Jane noticed Roderick looking downward as he smiled and even chuckled a little to himself. She looked inquisitively at him and immediately felt embarrassed because she was sure he was laughing at her. Just as Jane was about to turn away, Roderick offered his hand to her and asked her if she would dance with him.
In her astonishment, all Jane could do was nod. With her hand in his, she was surprised her legs still knew how to work as they approached the dance floor. She glanced back at Emeline who was grinning ear-to-ear. Jane turned to face Roderick and gently placed her left hand on his shoulder and her right hand in his. They started to waltz and his sturdy frame and gentle eyes guided her effortlessly across the dance floor.
Roderick was even more enchanted as Jane’s delicate body glided effortlessly around the floor. It seemed as if both of them were floating on a cloud.
To the dismay of the other girls at the ball, Roderick danced with Jane for the rest of the night. When they had to part, Jane again curtsied and thanked Roderick for a wonderful night. Jane’s sisters could not hold in their excitement. Before even exiting Aunt Lily’s house, they were all giggling and squealing with what had transpired.
Roderick went to stand by his mother, who coolly commented on the evening. Gwendolyn was never good at masking her disdain for the women who openly fawned over Roderick, but tonight, Roderick didn’t care. His heart was soaring. He sighed, and as his mother turned her head toward him, he said, “Mother, I am going to ask that girl to marry me.”
***
That night kept playing in Roderick’s head until the funeral. He couldn’t stand to even look at his newborn baby. The pain was too great. He just wanted to hold his sweet wife again. How was he supposed to raise a child on his own? And a girl nonetheless! How could he be a good father without Jane’s guidance?
***
Seven years had passed since the night Ann’s mother had died. Ann had grown into an adventurous little girl who looked exactly like her mother. Same silky brown hair, same smile, same twinkle in her eyes. But she acted nothing like what Roderick remembered of Jane. Jane was always very sweet, docile, and lady-like, and as much as Roderick told Ann to stop acting so foolishly, Ann had a wildness that wouldn’t be tamed.
Every time he saw his wife’s likeness in his daughter’s face, Roderick felt a stirring in his soul, almost as if Jane’s spirit were there, trying to give him a sense of peace and love. But when this happened, Roderick shoved aside any feelings of comfort. At the first sense of peace he felt, he’d wrap himself up in his work.
Ann would run down the halls, slide down the banister of her staircase and constantly tease and play tricks on the housemaid, Neala. When Ann was younger, she couldn’t pronounce Neala, so she started calling her Nana instead. And even though Neala was just supposed to be the housemaid, she took care of Ann, raising Ann as if she were her own child. Neala found herself yelling more and more after Ann as she grew older and more rambunctious. “Ann stop! Your father would be furious!” But she and Ann both knew that she didn’t really mind; Neala was always happiest when Ann was happy.
Most days, Ann played by herself in the early morning. When she would get bored, she followed Neala, occasionally helping but mostly bothering Neala as she cleaned. By midmorning, Ann would drop whatever she was doing and race out to the stables where Henry would be finishing with his morning chores. Henry was two years older than Ann, but they were still the best of friends. Henry’s father, George Stewart, worked for Mr. Blockstone in the stable house, and Henry would help his father feed the horses and clean the stables every morning. Henry was supposed to learn these skills so that one day he could be a stableman, too.
Sometimes Ann spied on Henry working alongside his dad. She wanted to help feed and groom the horses, but she wasn’t allowed to be in the stables because it was too dangerous for a little girl. Instead of going in, she’d pace back and forth in front of the stable door. George would watch Ann impatiently waiting for Henry and grin to himself. He would even loudly tell Henry that there was so much work that he might not be able to go play. Then, he’d glance over at Ann who would have stopped in her tracks at hearing this. George would laugh and send Henry out to play, and Ann would put her hands on her hips and stomp her little foot on the ground to show her indignation at Mr. Stewart’s joke. But that indignation didn’t last long because Ann and Henry were out of there in a hurry, as if the sun would set in mere minutes.
When Henry and Ann got together they would always go on adventures. Sometimes they went down to the river and pretended to be pirates looking for buried treasure, or other times they sneaked into the woods and acted like monkeys climbing trees. And every time Ann got home, Neala would tell her to quickly change out of her clothes and wash her face before her father got home. Neala didn’t want to upset Mr. Blockstone again by letting Ann play outside so much.
But Ann would invariably get cuts and scrapes, which Roderick always noticed. He’d yell at Neala for once again allowing Ann to play outdoors. “Neala, you’re letting the girl run wild!”
He also didn’t like the influence the stable boy was having on his daughter, so he kept encouraging Ann to stay inside and sew or draw or anything that would keep her indoors. He bought her drawing papers and pencils. “Draw me a picture, Ann,” he’d suggest. “Can you embroider something?”
Roderick tried getting Ann to re
ad with him in the evenings, even telling her that he would read to her, but she would always get restless. She would stare off into the fire or start fiddling with the rug. She would get up and blow out a candle and relight it just to blow it out again.
“Forget it, Ann. Just go to bed.”
Ann happily complied.
On Ann’s tenth birthday, however, her father decided that it was time to hire an in-home teacher. Roderick didn’t send her to school because he preferred that Ann stay in the safety of their home. He paid for a private tutor for Ann so that she could start learning to read, write, speak Latin and play the piano.
At first, Ann agreed to these lessons, but she didn’t realize how bored she would be. Her tutor, Miss Barnum, was nice enough, but she wasn’t entertaining. She was quite strict and didn’t tolerate any nonsense or fantasy. Every time Ann tried to tell Miss Barnum about the adventures she and her friend Henry had together, Miss Barnum would tell her that little girls shouldn’t engage in such play.
Along with the subjects Miss Barnum taught, Roderick also hired her to teach Ann etiquette and poise. Miss Barnum would start the day off by greeting Ann properly.
“Good morning, Ann.”
And if Ann replied with anything other than, “Good morning, Miss Barnum,” she would be reprimanded and instructed to write phrases such as, “I will always greet my elders properly,” twenty times in cursive before Miss Barnum would begin their actual lessons.
The first part of their morning was spent reading and writing. At noon, they would have some tea with their lunch. Miss Barnum would instruct Ann on how to pour and sip tea like a young lady. During lunch, Miss Barnum consistently admonished Ann for her terrible posture while educating Ann on the types of conversations that were appropriate for young ladies to have over tea.
Ann, of course, got bored with their dull conversations very quickly, so her imagination would drift off to what she and Henry would do later in the day. She imagined that she and Henry would go into the woods and find some wild berries to eat. Then she would laugh at Henry as he stuffed handfuls of berries so carelessly into his face that berry juice dripped down his chin. Henry would act like he was mad and throw a few berries at her, which she would try to catch in her mouth. And then they’d get in a berry fight and run through the woods until they were out of breath. They would sit down for a few minutes to eat more berries and then start all over again.
