He demanded, “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You parted your legs for me so you could feel this?”
His engorged rod plugged up every last inch of me. I cried, “Ah! Yes. Give me more.”
He drilled it in and out, over and over, his breathing growing louder. Then suddenly, he stopped, and yanked his cock out of me. He was still fully clothed, except for his unzipped pants, revealing his dripping, swollen dick, veins pulsating.
He grabbed my arm, pulling me up. “I want you over here now.”
His hands on my hips, he roughly directed my naked body toward the windows. And then he pushed me right up against the windows so that my breasts flattened against the cold glass, my nipples hardening. I looked out over all of Dallas, and the company parking lot, with scattered employees running in and out like ants.
I asked, “Won’t they see us?”
He chuckled. “So what if they do?”
And with that, he slammed his slimy snake back into me, rattling the glass. I put my hands up to brace myself against his force while he pounded me from behind, a jackhammer pace. He grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back, causing me to howl.
He was ramming me so hard I could feel his balls slap, and my fluids were probably flicking all over the glass. His breath was hot in my ear, his moans growing louder. My clit was pushing against the glass, up and down with every one of his strokes. Every time he pushed his thick mass all the way inside me, I could feel myself building up higher and higher. I cried out, “I’m close!”
His strokes grew faster and harder than ever, mercilessly smashing me into the glass. Then he arched back and shouted, “Fuck!”
I could feel every pulse of his cock shooting his hot cum inside me, and suddenly my whole body was vibrating with waves of rapture. I was moaning so loudly, spasming with ecstasy, cumming all over his cock. As my pussy clenched, he moaned, as I squeezed every last drop of jism from his cock.
Panting, he slowly pulled out of me, and I could immediately feel his warm, thick sauce dripping down my leg. I could smell it.
I turned to face him. He had his cock in hand, and in a quieter voice, ordered, “Clean me up now. I have work to do.”
Yes, I wanted to taste him. Wordlessly, I fell to my knees and grabbed his dick, soaked in a mixture of my juices and his ejaculate. I licked every last drop of it off him while listening to him sigh with contentment. Meanwhile, his semen was still dribbling down my legs, which was getting me hot all over again.
Once I pulled out, he tucked his dick back into his pants and stared at me, naked, hair a mess, thighs painted in his cum.
“I have my own private bathroom through that door. Make yourself presentable before leaving.”
“Yes sir,” I replied, getting up from the floor.
Did he bring me here just to fuck me, or was I getting the job too? Not that I minded if it was just sex since this was the craziest, most epic sex I’d ever had in my life, but damn it, I needed the job.
As if reading my mind, he added. “I’ll see you next Tuesday at 10 a.m. The job’s yours. It was yours before you even got here. You’re a talented photographer and I wanted you to do the company shots, fuck or no fuck.”
My body flushed with pride. I couldn’t believe I landed this huge corporate gig. And gotten the hottest sexy of my life in the process.
A huge smile plastered on my face, I replied, “Mr. Archer, you won’t be disappointed. Thank you.”
He chuckled, “No, no, thank you. That was one hell of an interview I put you through. And make sure you wear something suitable for the job next Tuesday. The headshots and...whatever might happen afterward.”
Still grinning, I grabbed my clothes, and ran into the bathroom. I got the job and I would get to have wild animal sex with Mr. Archer again. Fuck yes.
While I cleaned up, I heard Mr. Archer’s voice outside. “Desiree? Book next Tuesday 10 a.m. for headshots. Looks like the position’s been filled.”
About the Author
Penelope Lusk is an erotica writer new to the scene, but she's no stranger to writing. She's published books, short stories, articles, and has been interviewed on CNN about one of her articles.
Penelope is a sexual connoisseur, and pursuing any & all sexual adventures that came her way over the years. Her stories are based on true events, and she hopes you'll enjoy delving into the kinky underworld she’s discovered.
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“Daddy’s Best Friend: A Spoiled Brat Series”
He threw me into a room, then shut and locked the door. I was in a library, full of dark wooden shelves and a deep brown leather couch. He grabbed my forearm and pulled us down together onto the couch.
“Bradford, what the—”
But before I could say “fuck”, he had bent me over his knees, then swung one leg over my back, clamping me down. I had to push my hands against the floor to stay up. My ass was stuck out, and with my dress being so short, I could feel the coolness of the air against my glistening lips. No underwear. Shit.
His words were whip sharp. “Keep your mouth shut. You broke the rules, you get punished.”
“No, Daddy please--”
What the hell did I just say? And the second I said that word, I felt his cock twitch. He liked it. He fucking liked it.
Without warning, his hand smacked my ass, hard. No warm-up, nothing. I yelped. I squeezed my fists tightly, my nails digging into my skin. I fought against him, struggling in between his legs, but he had me. His brutal hand kept going, blow after blow.
But then he abruptly stopped, as if it was unplanned. He stiffened. I turned to see him as best I could, my hair falling in my eyes. He was examining his hand. What the hell?
Then he lifted the hem of my dress up, exposing my pussy, and peered at it.
He growled, “Audrina. Why are you not wearing underwear?”
I was breathing hard, turning his question over in my mind. “Sir, my panties from earlier got, um, dirty. And I didn’t pack any extras.”
The hardening of his dick was making me gutsy. I continued, “But I thought maybe you...wouldn’t mind.”
He spanked me again, hard, and this time, his hand flew in between my legs, striking my labia. My yelp sounded more like a moan, and I shivered all over.
He protested, “How dare you suggest that. I’m your father’s best friend.”
Two more thwacks against my bottom. His words were saying no but his cock was betraying him. Still, he sounded so serious. He’d never betray my father like that. Would he?
There was only one way to find out.
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