by Ally Nelson
“Tell me, Ashley, are you going to go starting rumors?” He held his finger still.
“Uh uh!” She said quickly, still sucking on Sophie’s fingers. Sophie’s pussy was getting soaking wet just watching this all unfold before her eyes.
“And tell me, Ashley, can you keep secrets?” Mr. Shaw asked.
“Mmm hmm!” She hummed.
“Very good…” Mr. Shaw said. With that, he slid his fingers from Ashley’s pussy completely and held them up for Sophie to taste. Eagerly, Sophie suckled his fingers, tasting Ashley’s sweet pussy juice. When his fingers were clean, Mr. Shaw pulled them from Sophie’s lips. Ashley waited, her pussy dripping wet, her whole body hungry for Mr. Shaw to truly punish her. The silence punctuated by their breathing was broken by the sound of Mr. Shaw’s zipper. Sophie craned her neck to watch the action, her own pussy aching for satisfaction.
“Please…” Ashley begged. Mr. Shaw tapped the head of his bare cock against her ass, teasing her.
“First I want you to watch Sophie…” He glanced at Sophie. “Sophie, take off your panties and sit back in that chair. Make sure that Ashley gets the perfect view.” Sophie did as she was told, sliding down her panties and sitting back in the plush leather chair. She spread her legs, propping her feet up on the edge of the desk, making sure that Ashley got a good view.
Ashley fixed her eyes on Sophie as she slid her fingers down and spread her pussy lips. Sophie watched as Ashley licked her lips hungrily. Sophie slid her finger down over her plump swollen clitoris.
“Mmm…” Ashley moaned.
“Do you like that, Ashley?” Mr. Shaw asked.
“Mmm hmm…” Ashley hummed. Sophie locked eyes with Mr. Shaw. He stroked his hand up the shaft of his cock, letting Sophie watch as he teased his cock head.
“Are you ready, Ashley?” He asked.
“Mmm hmm…” Ashley hummed again, unable to take her eyes off Sophie’s dripping slit.
Dropping her eyes back to Ashley, Sophie slid her finger down to her opening and dipped the very top inside her hole. Licking her lips softly, she slid more of her finger inside herself and watched Ashley’s face light up.
“Deeper!” Ashley begged as she stared at Sophie’s pink. Ophir did as she asked, adding a second finger and sliding them both down to the knuckles
“Mmm…” Sophie said, as she started to work her fingers, pulling them out and sliding them deep.
“Ohhh yeah!” Ashley moaned.
Mr. Shaw smiled as he watched Sophie playing with herself, and then he slid his cock between Ashley’s ass cheeks.
“Mmm!” Ashley moaned, feeling his tip brushing first against her dripping pussy and then against her tight asshole. Ashley gripped the edge of the desk hard, her knuckles turning white as she tried to focus on Sophie. “Ahhh…Ahhh…” She pulled away as Mr. Stern pressed hard, the tip of his cock teasing her asshole.
“You're so tight…so so tight…” Mr. Shaw hissed under his breath as he pushed forward.
“AH!” Ashley shouted as the tip of Mr. Shaw’s cock popped in to her puckered ass. As he leaned forward, slowly sliding the shaft of his cock in to Ashley's ass, she breathed slowly, loudly and Sophie began fingering herself faster.
“Ooohhhhh!” Sophie moaned as her fingers darted in and out of her pussy.
“Cum for me, Soph! Cum hard!” Ashley begged and as she did, Mr. Shaw pushed forward until the full length of his cock was buried balls deep inside Ashley’s ass.
“Ahhh…ahhh…ooohhhhh yeahhhh!” Sophie felt her sweet pink pussy gripping her fingers as she gazed hungrily at Ashley as she got pounded hard. “Mmmmm…” Her sweet slit tightened hard and began to suckle with the ripples of her orgasm. Her breath came fast and her eyes glazed and Mr. Shaw pulled back and thrust deep once again.
“This ass is mine, Ashley.” Mr. Shaw said, gripping her ass cheeks and pounding her deep, feeling his cock swelling already from the tightness of her hole. “Whose ass is this?”
“Yours!” Ashley said breathlessly as she bounced forward and back with each thrust. “Oooooh, I'm gonna cum!” Sophie watched as Ashley’s body tensed and Mr. Shaw pounded her faster bringing them both to the most intense orgasm they'd ever had.
Chapter 10
Sophie’s legs were still unsteady as she stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows. Ashley came up beside her, wrapping her arm around Sophie’s waist.
“Are you okay?” Ashley whispered in her ear. Sophie turned to her with a grin.
“You?” Ashley grinned back. Mr. Shaw walked up behind the both of them, his arms encircling them both.
“Tell me, Ashley, are you currently employed?” He asked. Ashley glanced sideways at Sophie.
“No…well, yes, but not really…” Ashley stumbled over her words.
“Speak clearly, Ashley, stuttering is unbecoming.” He said. Ashley took a breath.
“Yes, I do. I work at a restaurant.” Mr. Shaw nodded once, firmly.
“And are you interested in a new job?” He asked.
“Yes.” Ashley said without skipping a beat.
“Sophie?” He asked. Sophie looked back to Mr. Shaw.
“Yes?” She asked.
“Do you think that Ashley would be a good addition to our family here?” He asked. Sophie nodded, although she wasn't quite sure whether he was referring to the actual company or to the new relationship that had seemingly developed over the past couple of hours.
“Yes.” Sophie said, looking over at Ashley and then leaning in and giving her a peck on the cheek. Mr. Shaw nodded.
“Ashley, I want you and Sophie to take this office on Monday.” He said. “Sophie will take the desk here and I'll have a second moved in for you.” The girls looked up at him simultaneously.
“What will I be doing?” Ashley asked. “I mean, I don't really have many skills unless you're looking for someone to take orders…” Mr. Shaw chuckled and then shook his head slowly.
“Ladies, as of Monday, Sophie, your job description is going to change. And Ashley, don't you worry, you already have just about every skill you have and any skill you don't have, I can teach you.” He leaned down and kissed the top of Sophie’s head. “Or, perhaps, Sophie here can teach you?” Sophie grinned at Ashley.
“So what you are saying is that as of Monday we are going to be at your beck and call for sexual favors?” Ashley asked brazenly. Mr. Shaw began laughing again.
“Well, yes, I suppose that is exactly what you are going to be doing. Will that be okay with you both?” He asked, his eyes darting between the two girls. They both nodded.
“And the pay?” Ashley asked. Sophie inwardly cringed.
“Ahh, a girl after my own heart.” Mr. Shaw said. Leaning down, he put his head between the girls and pointed out of the window. “Do you see that building out there?” He asked, pointing to the tallest building along the skyline.
“Uh huh.” The girls said in unison.
“That's mine.” He said. “You girls will be living in the penthouse…if you want to move. It's empty right now, but I will take you both shopping to decorate to your tastes if you move in.” The girls stared wide eyed at the top floor of the building.
“Oh my God!” Ashley said under her breath.
“You will be paid, of course.” Mr. Stern said. “You name your salary and within reason, it's yours.”
“But?” Sophie said, waiting for the proviso.
“I knew I liked you.” Mr. Shaw said, standing up straight. “There is a proviso. You must both agree to sign a contract.”
“A contract for?” Ashley asked quickly, sure that there would be a catch.
“Non-disclosure.” Mr. Shaw said. “Anything and everything that takes place between us, the three of us, two of us, one of us…anything that you see, it is all protected under your contract” The girls nodded, it seemed reasonable, particularly in return for what they would be receiving.
“And if we break the contract?” Ashley asked. Mr. Shaw sighed loudly.
“Oh, I really wish you hadn't asked that.” He said, walking over to the desk and leaning against it, perched on the edge.
“I mean, I wouldn't…but I was just curious.” Ashley said. Mr. Shaw shook his head slowly.
“Curiosity killed the cat, Ashley. Has no one ever told you that?” He asked, one eyebrow raised. “But for the sake of satisfying your need to know, if you break the contract, I will ensure that you never work again.” He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly while the statement sunk in for both of the girls. “It is a very fair agreement in that I will provide you with everything you desire. You, in turn, will provide me with everything I desire…” Sophie nodded.
“I'm in.” She said. Mr. Shaw smiled softly and looked to Ashley.
“Ashley?” He asked. Ashley looked at Sophie and then over to Mr. Shaw.
“And you give us that to live in?” She pointed out towards the skyscraper. Mr. Shaw nodded. “And you pay us a salary that we set?” She asked. He nodded again. “And all we have to do is promise not to talk and to fulfill your needs?” She asked. He nodded and then Ashley’s eyes lit up. “But you're not in to anything really weird, right?” She asked. Sophie realized that this was something she should have asked before agreeing and she hoped that his answer would be no.
“Anything I ask you to do will be up to you to consent to. No consent and it's off the table.” Mr. Shaw said. Sophie felt relieved.
“Then I'm in.” Ashley said with a grin. “When can we move in?” She asked. Sophie laughed. Ashley was never one to mince words.
“You can move in as soon as you like, girls, but I won't be able to furnish until this weekend so you'll be on air mattresses.” He said. Ashley wrapped her arms around Sophie and squeezed her tightly.
“It'll be like camping!” She squealed. Sophie smirked.
“I'm not quite sure that campers have the services of a penthouse suite at their disposal…but it’ll definitely be just as much fun!” She said.
Mr. Shaw watched the girls embracing and smiled, knowing that he was the one who was going to get the most out of this contract.
Getting Rough and Dirty Next Door
By: Kylie James
Getting Rough and Dirty Next Door
© Kylie James, 2015 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Chapter One
Lindsey woke up dripping wet again for the fourth time that week, her cheeks flushed and red, her mind still flooded with the steamy thoughts and visuals that had jerked her out of her slumber before her hot dreams had had chance to come to fruition. She gasped and pulled back the covers, sitting up and pushing her long dark hair off her eyes, panting slightly. She took a moment to gather her thoughts together, then checked the clock by the side of her bed. At least she’d woken up ten minutes before her alarm and saved her poor ears the dull incessant blare or her mother the task of hammering on the door and rousing her when the alarm still didn’t do the trick. It rarely did. She was normally such a heavy sleeper, when she wasn’t dreaming about sex with her next door neighbor.
Ever since Brett had moved in two weeks previously, he was pretty much all her subconscious could concentrate on. Forty two years old, single and very attractive, Brett was the focus of all Lindsey’s current fantasies, despite having only ever said one single word to him since the moment he’d arrived in the area. Her mom had done all the talking, as per usual, telling Brett he was very welcome here and that she hoped he settled in OK and that if he ever wanted to know anything about the neighborhood he need only pop over and speak to her etc etc. Then her dad gave him a six pack of beer as a welcome present and that was about it. They’d all been keeping themselves to themselves ever since.
Despite putting on a pretence of being this friendly, sociable and wonderful person, her mother found it an effort to arrange dinner parties or drinks or get-togethers, which was why it so rarely happened, even at Christmas. So it was no surprise to her that Brett hadn’t been invited over. Their neighbors on the other side – Mr. and Mrs. Bryar – had lived there for as long as Lindsey could remember, and they’d only been over once. The neighborhood was a nice enough place and everyone would say ‘hello’ or ‘good morning’ if they saw each other outside or in the street, but other than that, they all just got on with their own lives and minded their own business. As far as Lindsey was concerned, that was absolutely fine. At least, it always had been until Brett moved in. Now, she found herself wishing that her mother was more sociable, and would invite Brett over for dinner or something. But another part of her was equally reticent. If that were to happen, her mom would probably say something super embarrassing and make her cringe, and then she’d never want to look at the guy again.
At least in her mind she could imagine things going perfectly between them.
It was a fantasy she found she enjoyed more and more, and not just one she left in her dreams. She was still thinking about it that morning as she got up out of bed and headed through to the bathroom, even as the warm water splashed over her body and washed away the remnants of her sleepy state, the thoughts and visions still lingered. Brett with his hands all over her…kissing every part of her. She shuddered despite the warmth of the shower and tried to concentrate on getting washed. At this rate, she was going to end up late for college despite her ten minutes advantage on the alarm. She certainly didn’t have time to touch herself and think of Brett, although that was definitely what she wanted to do, and it wouldn’t have been the first time.
Despite being only nineteen years of age, Lindsey had always had a thing for older men, ever since she hit puberty, first became aware of her own body and began experimenting with masturbation. She didn’t know what it was about them, but she just couldn’t find guys her own age the least bit attractive. Her friends at college didn’t have this kind of problem, and neither had her high school friends before that. They all developed crushes on other guys, had boyfriends and were happily getting on with their lives, normally. Lindsey was different and she always had been. She’d dated a few boys in the past – one when she was 14, another at 16, and again at 17 – but all her experiences had led her to the same conclusion – she preferred men older than her. Guys her own age just seemed to be so immature and stupid. Lindsey was a bright girl, one of the smartest in her class, and she wanted someone who could keep up with her on an emotional and intellectual level, someone she could talk to and debate with, not just someone attractive to have sex with. It was more than that for her, it had to be more than that. She’d heard that it was some kind of proven scientific fact that boys matured slower than girls and, in her experiences, it was most certainly true.
Besides the maturity factor, she also preferred the physicality of older men. They had matured fully, not only emotionally, but physically too. Their bodies were exactly how they should be. Of course, not every older guy was gorgeous, but at least they didn’t get spots or greasy skin or ha
ve their voices break in the middle of attempting to chat you up – yes, that had actually happened to her.
And then there was the experience factor.
Older guys had been around the block a few times, sometimes literally. They’d dated plenty of girls, they’d had plenty of sex. They had on the job experience and, by the time they got to around thirty or over, probably knew what they were doing. Or at least, they should do. They knew how to please a woman, what she liked, what would get her going. In short, they were better in bed.
Of course, this was all conjecture and theory on Lindsey’s part, and she realized she was probably massively generalizing. She’d never actually dated an older guy to be able to confirm any of this. In fact, she’d never even had sex. Nineteen years old and she was still a virgin. None of her friends still had their virginity. It wasn’t that she was desperate to lose it though. She could have done so easily if she had have been. She was attractive, pretty, intelligent – not that any of the guys at her college cared about intelligence. She could have hooked up with a number of people over the years. The guy she’d dated when she was 17 had wanted to sleep with her but she’d refused. And then there was always one night stands – picking up some random dude in a bar or club while she was out with friends. She knew a few girls who had done that and had had no regrets over it. It was all just a bit of fun for them; but not for Lindsey. She didn’t want to lose her virginity to some one-off screw; some guy she didn’t know and would probably never see again. It wasn’t that she wanted it to be ‘special’ or anything like that. She wasn’t one of these people who wanted to wait until she fell in love and got married. First of all, she wanted it to be with an older man, not someone her own age, but most importantly, she just wanted it to be good. She wanted it to be hot; she wanted to feel like it was worth the wait and leave her in a whimpering mess, begging for more. She felt as though she could get that with an older guy. She could get that with someone like Brett.
