The nasty words should have made me cringe, should have made me hate him, but they just turned me on more, my body growing slick, begging for him. Because yeah, I was horny, my pussy ached so bad, I wanted Chris to touch it, to kiss it, to make it his, and I wasn’t above begging.
“Please Mr. Jones,” I mewled again, writhing on the sheets as he lapped my breasts. “Please, please, touch me there.”
And a deep chuckle emanated from his chest, the vibrations pressed against my tummy.
“Here?” he murmured, my boob still in his mouth as he stroked my arm with one hand. “Here?” he teased again, as he ran that same hand down my waist and over my hips.
“Here?” he played with me again, tickling my tummy with his fingers, making me mewl and writhe again as they dropped lower and lower, teasing me. “Or here?” he asked with finality, that big hand finally cupping my wet folds, the center of my femininity, my pussy aching and begging to be explored.
“Yes, there, there,” I panted, clutching his shoulders now, my legs spread so wide I should have been ashamed, losing it all in front of the big man. But I didn’t care and just spread my thighs wider as his fingers began to stroke through my folds, moaning so loud you could probably hear it in a neighboring town, my wetness so sleek, so swollen that each drag of his fingers through my folds made tingles run through my cunt, emanating all through my pelvic region.
“Yes, there,” I panted again as one big finger began circling my clit, playing with my little nub, stroking it on its underside before giving it a sweet pinch.
“Ahhh!” I shrieked, shivers of electricity running through me, my breasts jiggling with the unbelievable sensations below. “Ahh!”
And the big man groaned before muttering, “Fuck, I have to taste.”
And in a flash, he was between my thighs, that big head right at my snatch. He pushed my knees up so that he could see everything, everything bared from ass to clit, and shook his head, growling, his eyes glued to my twat.
“How’d you get so beautiful, baby girl?” he ground out before diving in, lapping up my right wall, then my left. My cunt creamed immediately, the white rising up from inside, spilling out, dripping wetly down my butt but Chris was on it. He lapped it up, letting my juices run down his throat, the tangy taste of female the ultimate ambrosia.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I cried out, this was so fucking dirty. My pussy was being tasted for the first time and it felt so good I’d lost my mind already, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, my hands scrabbling mindlessly at the sheets, grasping at air. “Oh fuck me, fuck me!”
The big man just growled between my legs, this time pulling my labia apart with big fingers so that he could see up my insides, my stiffly engorged clit, waving and dancing in the air, and the beautiful, glistening walls of my inner channel, pulsing and begging for his dick. Without hesitating, he dipped his head and licked lightly at my entrance, teasing it, nipping at the soft flesh.
“Yeah, this is where my dick is gonna go,” he rumbled, more to himself than me. “This is what I’m gonna fuck.”
And I creamed wetly again at those words, I wanted it so bad, my clit buzzed with electricity, I needed him so badly in me, my pussy gushing even more juice.
“Do it then,” I panted. “Put it in me, put it in me.”
But Chris shot me a sly glance then.
“Not just yet baby, because you have something that I want to taste.”
I paused momentarily.
“What?” I begged, my voice on a whine, my hips writhing beneath his hands. “Please taste it, you’ve tasted it already.” If he meant my cunt, my clit, my interior channel, he could have as much of that as he wanted, I’d be more than happy to let him feast so long as put his dick in me stat. But the big man had other plans, there was another part of my anatomy that was precious, untouched.
“No baby, not that,” he nuzzled against my folds, making me squirm again and let out a light squeal. “I want to taste your hymen, I want to feel that little piece of tissue that’s never been broken before.”
And my eyes popped open then.
“You can taste that?” I breathed, still for a moment, unbelieving. “You can …” I couldn’t even finish, it was so obscene. Chris could push his tongue into my pussy far enough to run it up against my hymen, the proof of my virginity?
And the big man nodded, a dark, possessive look coming over his face.
“Oh yeah,” he growled, deep color suddenly slashing his cheeks. “This is yours to give once and you’ve chosen me, baby. So I’m gonna savor it, I’m gonna take everything that’s mine.”
And with that, he pushed my knees back even further so that I was a feast before him, my butt almost lifted off the bed, my cunt so wet, so wide, so willing that every part of my lower region was now coated in cream, glistening in the low lights. And with a shake of his head and a deep growl, Chris went in. He lapped lightly at my labia first before circling my hole, and then slowly, oh so slowly, inched his tongue up my pussy.
“Ummm!” I cried mindlessly, the sensation amazing. I could feel that warm muscle moving up my channel, so soft yet strong, sure and slickly wet. “Umm!”
“Relax baby girl,” he muttered, backing away for a moment before pushing his tongue in once more. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned. Because it had happened, his tongue had pushed against the rubbery, sensitive barrier that proved my virginity, my innocence as a girl. And I don’t know what I was thinking but I wanted him so badly that I actually fucked my hips against his face, jerking slightly, like I wanted him to break my hymen with his tongue.
But the big man chuckled, holding me still, still lapping at my pussy.
“No baby, this is yours to give once, and I want to savor it. So hold still,” he commanded, and with another deep thrust of his tongue, was in my pussy once more, licking my hymen, testing its rubbery strength, lapping gently at the tissue while drinking my pussy cream.
And I couldn’t take it then. I was young, nubile, untested and inexperienced and I was no match for the sensations coursing through my body, the boundaries being pushed. So I came like a hurricane then, his tongue in my cunt, my little body juicing and giving it up, my pussy spasming uncontrollably on his mouth, squirts of cream running everywhere.
“Ohhh!” I screamed. “Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones!”
And as if in reply, he just pushed his tongue even further up my cunt, groaning into my folds, egging me onwards, the vibrations of his mouth like a motor on my pussy.
“Ohhh!” I screamed again as my vision went black, then white, my back arching off the bed, boobs bouncing wildly as electric jolts shot through my pelvic area, my cunt snapping and clamping, tidal waves coursing through my clit, making me shake, shiver and tremble. “Ohhh!”
And Chris just drank it all up, never moving his tongue from my cunt, burying it even deeper still, big hands caressing my thighs, hips and waist, touching me everywhere, soothing my untested body as it was ravaged by its first man-made orgasm. And I ground down hard on his face, my cunt creaming on him so that his chin and nose were coated with nectar, swallowing him in my soft folds, the swollen flesh spasming and twitching against his cheeks.
But the big man loved it, loved being face first in a woman’s pussy as she screamed his name and orgasmed. He savored every second, giving me light licks, teasing me with his tongue, kissing the soft flesh while stroking my body with his hands. And as I calmed and came back to Earth, Mr. Jones pulled back slowly, licking his lips, wiping his face with the back of his hand, smearing the cream a bit. I was so inexperienced that I half-expected him to say something silly, to make a joke about being smashed in my pussy or some other lame thing, but instead the big man leaned forward and dropped a kiss on my nipple before seizing my mouth with his, breathing in my scent, my breath, my essence, savoring everything I had to give.
“Thank you baby,” he said simply, looking into my eyes, that blue gaze serious, so arresting. “Thank you honey, that was amazing.”
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bsp; And I melted into a puddle then, my insides going warm, my heart softening. Because whatever Mr. Jones wanted, whatever his desires … I was his for the next ten days.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Chris
Lindy is so fucking amazing. Sweet, willing, giving, and so horny during her first time, I could hardly believe it. The brunette had never had dick before, her hymen was intact, but fuck, she’d begged me to put it in, begged me to push through that thin barrier and make her into a woman.
And I was only too happy to. I wanted ten days of depravity with her, ten days spent straight in bed, getting up only to eat and shit. Because fuck, that body, those sweet, breathy gasps, her responsiveness, her constantly slick cunt were such turn-ons that I was tempted to tie her down and lock her up.
But when the teen stepped out of the car, the sunlight glinting off those brown curls, shooting me a shy smile and wearing a college sweatshirt, I jolted sharply, rudely reminded of her youth and innocence. So instead, I made Lindy breakfast. Yeah, that’s what I’ve come down to. Chris Jones, CEO and Mr. Alpha Male, made a teenage girl breakfast in his kitchen, pancakes with whipped cream, plenty of butter and syrup.
But it was the right thing to do. Lindy was sweet, unassuming, sharing her heart with me despite our “arrangement,” despite the danger lurking ahead.
“My parents think I’m at school already,” she confessed, looking down at her hands. “I told them the coffee shop needed me back early.”
I frowned then, my hand stilling while beating eggs.
“You work?” I rumbled darkly, glancing over. “I thought you were going to class full-time.”
And she nodded again, biting her lip.
“Yeah, I guess I’m not as smart as people think,” she said a little wryly. “Everyone thinks I got a huge scholarship to go to school, but actually, I just got something small, nowhere near enough. So I’m a waitress at Little Mo’s near campus, it’s not much but it helps pay the bills.”
And I paused for a moment while mixing the batter. No scholarship? Waitressing at a place called “Little Mo’s” while going to classes full-time? Shit, serving is a tough job, you’re on your feet all day and she was probably dead tired squeezing shifts in before and after classes. Plus, college was supposed to be a time to have fun, socialize and party, so when did that happen? When did my little girl get to relax and spread her wings? Suddenly I felt like a total douche because the financial pressures on the brunette must have been enormous, crushing her slim shoulders. And I could almost, almost, understand her father’s urge to steal, to help his daughter so she didn’t have to work so hard.
But growling, I shook my head in disgust. Fuck, Jim had stolen from me, his hand in the till right under my nose, he deserved to be fired, the month of extra pay was a courtesy only. And I raged at myself more. What the fuck, was I going insane? Was I getting soft in my old age, feeling sympathy for a loser? It was so out of character, so whacko for my usual hard edges, my dominant, arrogant self, that I started feeling unsettled.
But I forced myself to take a breath and relax, to stop beating the eggs to a pulp, and instead turned to Lindy with a reassuring smile.
“Little girl, I’ll help,” I rumbled casually. “I’ve got more than enough with the business, I’m a single dude with nowhere to spend it,” I said. “Send me your tuition bill and I’ll write a check.”
The brunette’s cheeks colored and her chin trembled for a moment.
“Mr. Jones,” she said quietly, “I know this … um, arrangement is unconventional but you’re not paying me for sex,” she said firmly. “I’m not a whore.”
And I stopped all movement for a moment. Because sure, I wasn’t giving her cash in an envelope, it wasn’t that obvious, but I was keeping her dad at United Electric because of our agreement. So there was definitely money involved, even if it wasn’t blatant. So I tried again.
“Honey,” I said softly, “I want you to be comfortable, to not stress about money when you should be having fun at school. It’s not a big deal, trust me, I can afford it, so let me help, okay? Seriously.”
But the girl just colored even more, shaking her head stubbornly.
“No Mr. Jones,” she said in a low voice. “I can’t let you do that, please understand,” she said, her voice wobbly, her chin trembling a little.
And suddenly I realized how much she didn’t want this to be some nasty money-for-sex exchange, how she’d categorized this as “helping her dad” rather than “selling her virginity for cash.” So I let it go, sensitive to the brunette’s needs and wants, how much this transaction was probably taking out of her. Shit, this was getting to be more than what even I’d bargained for, I needed to be more careful around Lindy otherwise my heart would slip and I’d find myself flat on my face, gasping for air.
So turning the conversation light once again, I teased her about her curls, about her fine, curvy form.
“And I want to see you put on some weight, put some jiggle on that body,” I grinned lasciviously at her while passing over a jar of maple syrup. “Put this gooey shit all over your pancakes, it’s got a lot of calories.”
And the girl just nodded as I poured a generous amount of amber liquid over her short stack, licking her lips in anticipation, her pink tongue flickering slightly, making my heart stop and my mouth water. Because Lindy was so fucking sexy, so amazing without even knowing it. I loved how she dug into the food, relishing it with a voracious appetite, savoring every last bite, even closing her eyes as she swallowed, like I was a Master Chef who’d served her a five-course meal.
“Mmmm, that was good, thank you Chris,” she purred. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
And I grinned at her.
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know baby girl, and I’m about to teach you,” I growled before pouncing on her. Because I couldn’t wait anymore. Even though breakfast had taken only about half an hour, I was so hungry for her, dying inside, watching those sweet lips caress the pancakes, swallow the syrup, that I wanted her bad, wrapped around me, that mouth on me, swallowing my syrup. So I grabbed her and rushed up the stairs, dumping her unceremoniously on my bed.
And oh fuck, what happened was so amazing, so dirty and unreal that I almost creamed myself. I tasted that swollen pussy, drank her nectar, sampled the honey within, and it was the best I’ve ever had. Lindy’s so aromatic, her cream slick and wet, running down my throat in gushes, and I loved as she heaved above me, her boobs bouncing here and there as I licked her twat.
“Ohhh Mr. Jones,” she cried out, eyes alive, feeling a man’s tongue on her clit for the first time. “Ohhhh.”
Fuck, even the way she said “Mr. Jones” was such a fucking turn-on, my mast popped out at full force, the pre-cum dripping wetly from the head. But this first orgasm was hers, all hers, and I was determined to ride it until Lindy was nothing but a gasping, moaning pile in my arms.
And it wasn’t hard to do. The girl was so sensitive, so responsive and attuned to my every touch, my every directive, that she creamed within minutes, orgasming hard on my face, giving it all up with my tongue buried in her pussy, caressing her hymen as it vibrated with shock, with ecstasy, her cunt clenching and spasming as her eyes rolled back, screaming. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I was alive on all fronts, my senses heightened, like I was Superman on drugs, powerful, omniscient, that’s how amazing Lindy made me feel.
And when it was over, the brunette was sweet, looking at me through half-lidded eyes, that heaving, plump body covered in a light sheen of sweat, creamy and glistening under the low lights.
“Mr. Jones,” she laughed, panting a little still, those big boobies jiggling with her giggle. “But you haven’t, you know …” she said, blushing again.
And I dropped another kiss on her pussy, swiping my tongue across her clit for good measure.
“I know, baby,” I said smoothly. “I haven’t forgotten because yeah, you’re taking my dick next.”
And the brunette’s breathy gasp,
the desire lighting in her eyes, only confirmed what I suspected and now knew for sure. This was going to be the best ten days of my life … bar none.
CHAPTER NINE
Lindy
The sex had been amazing. There, I said it. Sex. Or did that count? Did orgasming on Chris’s face count as sex or did his dick have to be in me?
Suddenly I was lost and confused because that’s what Mr. Jones does to me. He’s so charismatic, so charming that suddenly I find myself doing what he wants, when he wants. He could probably say, “Lindy, spin on my dick like an ice skater,” and I’d probably just murmur, “How fast, Mr. Jones? Just tell me how fast?”
Because I could feel it, I could feel how much under his spell I was. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him to put it in, to take me, make me his. And the way he was reaching for me now, his big body tense again, those muscles rippling, a certain gleam in those dark blue eyes told me that my dream was about to come true.
“Baby come closer,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. And I melted inside, I couldn’t wait to be near him, to wrap myself all around this big man but my body betrayed me. I’ve always been a little clumsy and I just wasn’t sure how. So awkwardly, I hoisted myself over, landing between his spread legs with a thunk on the mattress, my generous behind bouncing as my breasts flew this way and that.
I half expected him to shake his head in disgust, the unladylike way I’d just plopped myself in front of him, but instead the big man laughed, one hand going up to stroke a breast, pinch my nipple, while the other one lazily caressed my thigh.
“Baby got back,” he murmured against my lips while kissing me. “And boy does that back fly.”
I just leaned into him, reveling in his approval. Because oh yeah, the big man loved my curves, adored the fact that I had huge Double D’s and a giant ass, in fact he wanted me to put on more weight. And I grew heated within, realizing how perfect we were together, man and woman together, adoring each other, bringing each other to the highest heights.
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