My Seven Enticing Sins

by Colani, Leah

  Upon reaching the desk, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his large, hard cock. Again I was shy like a school girl, but only for a few seconds. I don’t what it was, maybe I liked being told what to do as before I realized, I was kneeling in front of him. I grasped his thick cock with my hand and licked it from the base to the tip. I licked the top of it and used all my saliva to moisten his head as I gave it short and sharp sucks. He was moaning. I gathered enough saliva to run my smooth wet tongue over every side of his delicious cock and stroked it with my hand. Then, I took in my mouth the entire thing. I deep throated his cock, bobbing up and down and pausing each time I went down. I used my hand to stroke him up and down in time with my mouth. I sucked hard and fast, then soft and slow, again teasing him as I tickled the head of his cock whilst looking into his eyes. He pulled my head down onto his cock and I began sucking hard and fast again. He was holding the back of my head, pushing himself into my mouth, almost making me gag. I loved it. “I’m going to cum”, he said. So I kept on sucking faster and faster. I was ready to take his cum in my mouth but just as he told me he was going to cum, he yanked my head back by my hair and held me in front of his cock. He pulled his cock a few times with his hand and after three jerks; he pointed directly at my face and blew his load all over me, then sticking his cock back into my mouth and finishing off the load in there. His cum dripped down from my chin and into my top between my breasts. He then wiped cum off my face with his fingers and told me to suck it, so I sucked it all off as hard and as passionately as I had just sucked his cock. He looked at me with satisfaction and appeared pleased I had done what he wanted. He helped me up to my feet and I pulled my skirt back down. I grabbed some tissues from his desk and wiped away the remaining cum from my face, neck and chest. “If you can do that every day, you’re hired”. Wow I thought, every day? It was quite exhausting to do it just once let alone every day. I lied and told him I was really only interested in the office assistant’s position and not being his personal secretary. “You’re sure”? I nodded. “Ok, I guess you’re free to go then. He held out his hand to shake mine and said “have a nice day”. I never heard back about the assistant position and never heard back from Nathanial again. I wasn’t too fussed though. It’s not as if I liked him, or knew anything about him. He just knew how to push all my buttons and pulled out a delicious cock when I was obviously in the mood for one. I couldn’t resist. If I could go back in time to that point, I definitely would have swallowed his load. It would have been far less messy.

  Chapter 6: The Lawyer

  After weeks of desperately searching for a job, a friend of mine finally referred me to a company that had personal assistant job openings. I still remember the excitement that I felt when I received the phone call for the interview, though I hoped it would not end like the last one. The job was like a dream come true and the salary was more than I expected. Things were going well at work and I was finally starting to make friends. My boss was kind and fair. She allowed me to work decent hours and could give me time off whenever I needed it. I was finally able to make rent payments in time and was not struggling to put food on the table. As I was quietly working at my desk one day, I got a letter from the court saying that I had jury duty. I sought the help of a colleague about this and he told me that it was mandatory and could lead to sanctions if I did not comply.

  When I reported to court, I found out that the case in question was about breach of contracts. Not being a lawyer myself, I did not understand half of what the lawyers were saying. I moved my eyes from one person to the next, taking in what they were wearing and thinking about what must be in their minds. The defence side seemed to be winning, so I figured I should listen to whatever the lawyer was saying. The defence lawyer was smartly dressed in a dark suit with not a hair out of place. He was well kept and there was not even a speck of dust on his shoes. I later learnt that his name was Jerry Beck. As the proceedings went on, I noticed each day that the appearance of this lawyer did not change much. The style and colour of the suits might have changed, but they were worn in the same manner. I remember thinking that I should probably have become a lawyer, since they seemed to have all the money and respect in the world.

  One day, I gathered enough courage to speak to Mr Beck. During lunch I simply walked up to him and asked if I could have a word with him. I wanted to ask him about law school and what I would possibly need to do to join. I did not expect the expression on his face to be that of anger, since he had been smiling during the court session before. As it turns out, I was not allowed to speak to any of the lawyers before the case was determined. This is something I did not know and since I was not listening for most of the proceedings, I did not realise that the judge had handed down these instructions. Since I had approached him within view of the other lawyer, the judge declared a mistrial. When all was said and done, Beck came to me and said, “You cost me the case, so I figure you owe me a dinner”. There was no way I was going to refuse the man a dinner when I had destroyed a case that he was winning. I took him to one of my favourite restaurants thinking that he had never been there. I was surprised to see that he was on first name basis with most of the waiters there. Apparently he was a regular and was also friends with the restaurant owner. From that nite, Beck and I became close and he promised to help me with law school if and when I was serious. Of course to even think about joining law school I needed money, which I did not have a lot of.

  We went out for dinner one evening and the man on the table next to ours knelt down to propose to his girl friend. As is the tradition in the city, the whole restaurant cheered them on and asked the woman to say yes. When she eventually did, we all applauded and Beck offered to buy everyone champagne. I knew he had money, but I had no idea that he was that kind or generous. As the evening went on, I could not help to steal a glance at the now engaged couple and I think my date noticed. The next thing I knew he was asking if I had ever thought about marriage and starting a family. I admitted that I had and that I had tried to do so on more than one occasion. When I asked him about his life and thoughts on marriage, he went on to say that he had not started thinking about it until recently. According to Beck, I had reminded him about the importance of commitment and family. I knew what was coming next, but I was still not prepared. He got down on one knee and the next thing I knew; he was asking me to marry him. From experience, I knew that everyone in the restaurant would cheer and shout that I should accept but the shock I was in seemed to drown out their voices.

  We were not dating, at least not to my knowledge. I honestly thought we were just friends, but the relationship must have meant more to Beck. When I finally spoke, I could not say yes to such a proposal, but I also did not want to let him down in such a crowded place. All I could do was lift him up off his knee and give him a hug. This must have looked like acceptance to the people in the restaurant and they went on to applaud and congratulate us. Later on that evening, I explained to Beck that I just wanted to be friends and that I was really not looking to get into a serious relationship at the moment. Of course, that was a lie. All I wanted was to be in a serious relationship and stop getting myself into these situations fit for the life of a porn star. I asked Beck if we could remain friends for now and though he seemed hurt, he said that he would be willing to try. That experience taught me to always define relationships from the beginning, so not to give the wrong impression.

  Chapter 7: The Accountant

  I was still willing to put myself out there, so I decided to dust off my online dating profile and try again. I had taken some time without checking on my profile, so I found a number of requests. I was grateful for this since it meant that I could immediately jump back into the game without wasting any time. I chose a man who only used a screen name and after a few days of chatting, we decided to meet. In one of our chats, he had told me that he was a successful accountant who also happened to live in the city. So when we met I expected to find a man in a suit or at least a tie. What I did not expe
ct was to find a middle aged man in shorts and a bowling shirt. Reminded me a little of a TV show that I used to watch, Two and a Half Men. I wondered if he was as much a player as the lead character in that show, Charlie Sheen. His name was Samuel. Putting aside all my reservations, I decided to dive into the date with an open mind. After a lovely dinner, he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place. Ordinarily, given my recent experiences, I would not accept such a suggestion, but since I was trying new things, I decided to once again just go with it. It was a lovely place, a full house, with a number of rooms and a large living room. I was impressed with the well crafted furniture and large art.

  The night was amazing. He was gentle and not selfish at all if you know what I mean. He started by kissing me in front of the fire place and caressing me just the way I wanted. When we did finally make it to the master bedroom, he looked into my eyes and asked me if this is what I wanted. Since I was shivering and could not talk, I simply nodded and he slowly moved me to the bed. I shyly removed my dress and slipped into the covers. When I next looked at him, he had removed all his clothes and was moving to the bed. He got into bed next to me and peeled off my underwear. His hand then slid from my belly to the top of my thighs. His kisses slowly followed his hand, until he worked his way between my legs. He then looked up at me, asking me for permission with his eyes. He must have seen how much I wanted him, because he did not wait for verbal consent. His arms scooped up my legs and I could feel his warm breathe on my thighs. Next thing I knew, his sharp tongue was flickering and licking down below on and around my clit. I felt like howling up at the moon, or shouting out loud. After trying my best to keep quiet, all I could do was moan and beg him not to stop. I must have been twisting so much because his grip on my legs intensified. When he finally lifted his head, I thought it was all over, and that is when I felt his thick manhood slowly enter me. I felt shivers run through my whole body and all I could think about was that I wanted him to get deeper in me. My nails dug into his back and when I made my way to his buttocks, I moved him deeper into me. “God you’re so sweet”. He murmured into the curve of my neck. The next words were mumbled against my skin, but I swear I thought he said, ‘Slippery”. I hung onto him for dear life and enjoyed the ride, shuddering against his heat. Trembling and moaning, I melted back onto the bed, my legs still locked around his hips. I do not know if it was because it had been a while for me, or that he was a gentle lover. I ended up spending the night and I slept better than I had for a long time.

  The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. He had left a note on the pillow saying he had to go out early but that I should stay and make myself feel at home. Since I had nothing planned for the day, I decided to stay and look around the house. I made myself some breakfast, chatted with the housekeeper and slept all day. He came back in the afternoon and said that he was glad that I was still around. We went out for dinner and it was then that he asked me if I was having fun. I told him I was and that I wished it would never end. Then he said, “It doesn’t have to. Last night I realised that we are compatible and I really like you. Is it too soon for me to ask you to marry me?” I told him that I would need some time to think about it. We spent the next few days together and in that time we talked a lot about our lives and what we expected from the future. One night he handed me a small book, saying that he wanted to reveal what he really did for a living. I had no clue what he was talking about, so I thought it would be best if I left him to do all the talking. He explained to me that he was an accountant, so he had not lied about that much. He went on to say that the kind of clientele that he had was a bit unconventional as many of them were criminals. He was hired by all sorts of people, from drug lords to money launderers. This information was a bit too much for me, as I had certainly had my share of bad boys and was not really looking to get into a relationship with someone who was involved with dangerous criminals. I asked him if his job ever got a bit dangerous and he said that he had had his fair share of clashes with clients, but that nothing had ever turned serious. I knew that after the excitement wore off, I would once again be feeling lonely, just like with the doctors. Exciting at first but then it’s all downhill from there. I wanted to move up hill in a relationship for once and with that final thought, I called him and explained that I couldn’t marry him.

  Chapter 8: As fate would have it

  After my recent flings, adventures and going nowhere rendezvous, I decided to give the whole online dating thing a break. In fact, I gave the entire dating scene a break all together. The sex and dating was fun but I was lonely and bored with everything. I moved into a smaller apartment in a different part of the city and tried to move on as much as I could from my recent life. My new apartment was smaller than my old one, but had better lighting and was cosy. When I had just moved in and was still unpacking, one of my neighbours came to welcome me to the neighbourhood. He introduced himself as Marco, my next door neighbour. I remember thinking this guy really has a great body. He was well built, had dark olive skin and when he spoke it was hard to tell which part of the world his accent came from. It was not until he told me that he was originally from Brazil that I knew that he had a sweet Brazilian accent. The first time we met, we really did not speak that much as I had a lot of unpacking to do. He offered to help to which I replied sure. I was happy for any help when unpacking was involved.

  Over the next few days, Marco would come over and keep me company, telling me facts about the greatest coffee shops and restaurants in the area. We started to get to know each other and I learnt that he was a math professor at the city college. He was kind hearted and a good listener. He was also cute, really cute, and he made me smile every time I saw him. Marco was not typical. He did not know he was good looking and did not try to be. He at first seemed to me like a bit of a nerd. Shy, not sure what his next move would be, but then he always surprised me and threw random conversation topics at me like he didn’t have a care in the world. He was very different and I liked that about him. If Marco could not come over, I made sure I went to his place and we eventually started dating. I enjoyed his company and though he was not as rich as the other men I had dated in the past, he was definitely what I needed.

  However, at the time when things were going well with Marco, I got a call I did not expect. Remember Derek Hudson, one of the doctors that I had dated? He had gone abroad for work and never called me despite the fact that we were in a serious relationship. Any way, he asked if I was free to meet for lunch and I thought he owed me an explanation for disappearing so I decided to meet him. He looked as good as usual and this time he was on time. We talked and he explained how he had never stopped thinking about me and apologised for not keeping in touch. We talked for a long time and I also told him about the crazy life I had had the past few months. We spent the whole day together and we somehow ended up back at his place. I guess I realized how much I had missed him. He said that he was still interested in me and I ended up spending the night.

  It was a pretty passionate night as memories of the feelings I had for him came flooding back. Since we had a past together, he knew all the right places to touch me. He knew how much I liked it when he kissed my neck and that is the first place he went. After that kiss, I melted and I knew that there was no chance of me leaving his place that night. From my neck, he went made his way slowly to my shoulders and then to my breasts. I have no idea how he removed my dress, but I found myself lying on the bed. When his lips brushed my breasts, I could not hold back a moan. He moved to my belly button and then to the dampened cotton crotch of my panties. Soon after that, my panties were on the floor and he was kissing the crotch where they had been. At this point, I guiltily admit that I came quickly. I could not help it, and I did not want him to stop. When he finally lifted his head, I could feel him looking at me through the darkness and he whispered, “Oh, how I want you my love”. My nails dug into his shoulder and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I then begged him to take me and that is when I felt him inside me. I
t was a feeling that was all too familiar and the way he moved his hips was amazing. We moved in perfect union and though there was no music, we made our own. I knew he was no small man, but it still surprised me that I could feel him all the way to my stomach. I heard someone moan and shout and it was not until after a few seconds, that I recognised my own voice. When it was all over, he fell on top of me and held me like he did not want to let go. He didn’t let go of me all night.