The Innocent

by John Argus

  Zoe realised what the wise man said was true, and the many times her father had angrily denounced the spending of government money that raised his taxes to support greedy companies flitted through her mind. But, ultimately, the thought of all those poor people getting phone calls to go to work decided the day. ‘I – I think you should give it to him,’ she decided, albeit without conviction.

  ‘You do?’

  She nodded.

  ‘Very well then, I will.’

  ‘But… but surely not because I said so,’ she said, really hoping that wasn’t why.

  ‘Yes,’ he said, dashing her hopes, ‘exactly because you said so. You’re an intelligent young lady, and so I trust your opinion.’

  He squeezed her thigh, and she realised her legs had somehow eased apart enough for his hand to nestle intimately between them. A shiver ran up her body as his fingers stroked closer and closer to her panties. ‘I – I think…’ She had no idea what she had been about to say.

  He smiled, then leaned closer and kissed her gently on the forehead. ‘Lovely girl,’ he whispered, his other hand caressing her hair.

  This was not right, she thought indistinctly as his lips hovered, and then he kissed her on the cheek. She felt her face redden and her breathing quicken.

  Still smiling, he moved again and kissed her on the lips. It was a soft kiss, but lingering, and she felt her own lips beginning to melt against his. He moved in even closer, and her breasts pressed against his jacket. His legs forced her knees further apart on the edge of the desk, and then she shuddered as she felt his fingers ease gently across the vital barrier of the elastic circling her thighs, and press ever so gently against her sex through the thin material of her panties.

  His mouth was still locked against hers as she tried to whisper a protest, her chest was tight to the point of breathlessness, and an electrical tension seemed to be coursing up through her body into her head and making it impossible for her to think straight. A single finger was moving unerringly back and forth over her sex lips, directly over her clitoris, and she could feel her pussy beginning to pulse with an almost painful level of excitement and anticipation.

  His tongue eased gently forward and flitted delicately across her slightly parted lips, and another crackling bolt of sexual electricity rippled through her. Then his tongue dipped into her mouth briefly, and she shuddered again as it made contact with hers.

  He lifted his head back, and she saw his eyes were for some reason filled with a yearning sadness. ‘You have no idea of the intensity of the pressure I’m under here, Zoe,’ he whispered, ‘and the terrible loneliness I sometimes feel.’ Then his lips were against hers again and his tongue dipped more deeply into her mouth.

  She felt her own tongue instinctively responding to meet his as their lips moved more firmly together. Her hands lifted to his shoulders as if to push him away, but she felt herself unable to exert any pressure as her mind tumbled and spun in a storm of emotions. The heat in her sex was becoming intense, and she let out a soft whimper, lost in his kiss as his finger eased gently beneath the edge of her panties, and touched that place at the top of her pussy where she had long noted the most wonderful sensations could arise. The pad of his fingertip began lightly stroking her there, and she felt herself literally melting against him.

  His other hand squeezed between them, and she moaned as it cupped her breast firmly, passionately, yet without the unrestrained desperation she had felt from the only fumbling boy she once permitted this one liberty to. Mr Erasmus was no boy. He was a man – a real man.

  His lips left hers and she let out an audible sigh as they eased in beneath her ear. This was wrong; she knew it was wrong, yet she could not bring herself to stop what was happening. His finger was doing shameful, wonderful things inside her panties, and she felt a tremendous hunger growing and consuming her thoughts, doubts and inhibitions.

  His lips moved back onto hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth just as his finger began moving more firmly and determinedly. She felt her lower body begin grinding unsteadily against the desk, and then a tremendous blossoming pleasure shot up from between her legs, shocking her with its blinding intensity.

  She cried out helplessly, her back arching as ecstasy rippled through her like a shockwave that ebbed gradually and left her trembling against him, trying to press her sex harder against his palm. ‘Oh, Mr Erasmus!’ she gasped, her head lolling weakly against his chest.

  His lips brushed her earlobe and he appeared not to hear her as his hand… his hand had somehow slipped up beneath her sweater. Even as her dazed mind slowly began to piece itself back together again, Zoe felt the fastening of her bra popping open, and a moment later a warm rush of excitement and pleasure overwhelmed her as his hand moved to cup her naked breast.

  ‘We mustn’t, sir…’ she whispered. ‘Please, we mustn’t…’

  His lips were on hers again, silencing her. Then his other hand rose up from between her thighs and a tremendous relief warred with an equally tremendous disappointment, seeming to dash her in half. He embraced her more possessively, she felt her body easing further and further back towards the surface of the desk, and she moaned as her sweater was peeled up above her breasts. And then she was on her back, staring dazedly up at the crystal chandelier so far above her. She tried to move her arms, found them unaccountably restrained, and then vaguely realised he had pushed her blazer back off her shoulders and halfway down, effectively pinning them to her sides. Her hands waved feebly and uncertainly, her fingers clenching and unclenching, as he pushed aside her loose bra and slowly lowered his lips around one of her nipples, as she watched, utterly spellbound.

  The sensation electrified her. His lips were soft and warm, her nipple achingly hard and hot. She felt his tongue there, felt his teeth as he drew her rigid little bud into his mouth, felt the moist sensuality of his tongue as he sucked… she felt as if the world was spinning around her… and then it lurched to a halt between her legs as she felt his hand return to her sex, slipping easily inside her panties to caress the moist lips of her labia.

  She mustn’t… she mustn’t… she mustn’t…

  And yet she found no will to resist as her body was gripped by a charged desire that could not be denied. He was licking and chewing and sucking and doing shameful things to her breasts, things that had her gasping and panting and whimpering as the sensual thrill paralysed her ability to deny him. Then his finger penetrated her, gently but firmly, slipping between the tautly closed lips of her sex, and she climaxed again abruptly, her back arching and her head rolling from side to side on the polished desktop.

  The orgasm was prolonged and left her emotionally and physically drained as he continued to devour her breasts and push his finger even deeper inside her. Yet somehow she felt a new mental clarity as well, and her hands fumbled up weakly in an effort to push him away. ‘Mr Erasmus,’ she panted, ‘you mustn’t, please…’

  His face was suddenly above hers, his eyes still sad, and yet rebuking. ‘Would you deny me, Zoe?’ he said quietly but firmly. ‘Would you deny me the relief of tensions I’ve built up because of you? Would you leave me in the pain of rejection after the pleasure I have given you?’

  He straightened up, and she gasped anxiously as he gripped the material of her blazer so the garment imprisoned her arms even more tightly against her sides.

  ‘I had not thought you that kind of girl, Zoe,’ he said forlornly. ‘I’m disappointed in you, to say the least. I had not thought you a tease, or that petty or selfish.’

  He was making the poor girl feel ashamed and wretched. ‘But I—’

  ‘I had not thought you capable of such cruelty.’

  Zoe felt a sense of self-loathing and a frantic need to assure him that he was quite wrong about her.

  ‘If you insist upon playing games with my kindness like a spoilt schoolgirl,’ he went on, increasin
gly displaying a simmering anger that alarmed her, ‘then you should at the very least relieve the terrible pressure that your incessant flirting has encouraged in me. I will be even more disappointed in you than I am already if you refuse me that one small thing, Zoe.’

  Utterly bewildered by events – so monumental to her – and his ever-changing demeanour towards her, poor Zoe did not know what to do or say for the best, so she nodded uncertainly, and was desperately happy to see a small smile of relief lift his stern expression, just a little.

  Steven Erasmus helped her off the desk, his hands easily cupping her bottom, and lowered her into his capacious chair. He settled her there for a moment, stroking her silky hair from her flushed and slightly perspiring brow, her arms still imprisoned by her own blazer, then, her wide and mesmerised eyes following their every move, his fingers went to the front of his tented trousers and unbuttoned them.

  She stared, appalled, as he slowly fumbled inside, paused while he gazed down upon her, and then drew out his erect penis. It was the first she’d ever seen, and it struck her as terrifyingly long and stout as it sprouted vaingloriously from the shadows of his gaping trousers. Gnarled, purple-blue veins entwined its girth, the smoothly bloated helmet pointing directly at her spellbound face.

  ‘I knew you couldn’t be that cruel, my dear,’ he coaxed, inching his hips forward, towards her. The shiny head of his erection hovered, and she froze motionless as it brushed against her chin. ‘I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me…’

  Somehow she guessed his intention, and her eyes widened with shock as he held her head with one hand and gripped his penis by the base with his other, lifted just a fraction, and pressed the swollen tip against her very slightly parted lips. Her eyes widened even more as it persisted and managed to ease her lips a little wider apart, and nestled, just a little, between them.

  ‘Oh yes,’ he whispered huskily, ‘I’m never wrong about people, and I’ve always known you would not disappoint me, my dear girl. Now be good and don’t move…’ and with a subtle push of his hips, Steven Erasmus sighed victoriously and sank smoothly into the gorgeous girl’s mouth, too late for her to resist, despite struggling weakly to turn her head away.

  ‘Oh, my dear Zoe, you’re such a generous young lady,’ he croaked, the hand on her head applying just enough pressure to deter her from trying to turn away, the fingers gradually entwining in her silky hair to form a firm grip.

  Zoe swallowed to prevent herself from gagging, and her tongue flitted instinctively against the underside of the stalk impaling her mouth. Gradually she realised the taste and feel of him was not so unpleasant, and as her breathing calmed a sense of barriers falling away and unknown horizons opening up caused her to gaze along the length of his erection and realise she had come to a doorway that should have been opened long ago. Not to open it now would deeply disappoint Mr Erasmus, and confirm her as he’d said; spoilt and petty and selfish, and no one had ever described her that way before.

  He pushed deeper still into her mouth, and now her tongue could not resist full contact with his engorged penis. If it was to be done it was better to do it well and without hesitation, she knew, so she caressed the knotted length with her tongue, albeit a little hesitantly, and then experimented by sucking him tentatively.

  ‘Yes, that’s it,’ he whispered, ‘lick, my dear, clever girl. Lick and suck.’ Steven Erasmus gazed down at the innocent beauty sitting before him, her arms pinned hopelessly at her sides, totally in his power. To be getting a blowjob from such a beauty was immensely pleasurable in itself, of course, but to exert such power over her really did enhance that pleasure beyond measure. And luring her to this point had been a major contributing factor in his enjoyment too. And the thrill of the hunt would not be over after this incredibly satisfying interlude, either; there was much more to enjoy of this delightful creature than just her surprisingly clever mouth…

  He moved the hand in her hair gently back and forth, and the glorious sight of his cock easing in and out of her warm wet mouth, her hollowed cheeks and her lips stretched tightly around him as he fucked her angelic face, almost took him over the brink far too soon. This girl was to be savoured, not rushed, and he clenched his jaw until the mini-crisis subsided. ‘That’s it, Zoe,’ he quietly enticed, ‘show me how kind and generous you really can be…’

  Encouraged by his response to her somewhat experimental efforts, and gratified to know she was pleasing him, Zoe obeyed, her tongue licking around his turgid head and pushing beneath it to caress him there.

  ‘That’s very good… now suck again, my sweet girl. Suck gently, as I did on your nipples.’

  Her cheeks hollowed again as she continued to obey his guidance, sucking gently and rhythmically. She tried to reach up for him, but found her arms still pinned to her sides by her blazer. She tried to twist and shrug it off, but suddenly he was pushing even deeper, the full length of his shaft sliding between her lips and pressing insistently against the back of her mouth.

  He groaned, and again she felt gratified by the thought that she was giving him pleasure. She concentrated her efforts on pleasing him and doing a creditable job of it. She was aware of her inexperience, and blushed to think he might consider her an incompetent girl rather than a sophisticated woman, which made her try even harder to satisfy him even though she really had no idea what she was doing.

  He pushed against her and ground his hips slightly. His knees were pressed firmly against the front edge of the chair, between her parted thighs, and his hand released the base of his cock and gripped the back of the chair for balance as he leaned over her.

  Now Zoe found her face wedged firmly against him as he cocooned her head between his writhing groin, his belly, and his guiding hand still entwined in her hair. She felt the tip of his rigid penis moving back and then pushing into her cheek, forcing it outwards, and then twisting and pushing forward against her other cheek. He was fucking the whole of her mouth, literally, and the enormity of the thought almost overwhelmed her. Again he pulled back a fraction, pumping slowly in and out of her mouth as she tried her best to lick the underside of his shaft while at the same time sucking him rhythmically. He leaned against her even tighter, and she moaned as he threatened to glide all the way down into her throat. She nearly gagged, but he drew back and she redoubled her sucking efforts, suddenly wanting to bring his pleasure to a climax so he would seek no deeper penetration.

  A part of her was appalled by her actions, yet a strange and insatiable longing to please Mr Erasmus, to not disappoint him, forced all her misgivings aside. It was too late to stop what was happening now; she simply had to go on, she had no choice.

  Again he pushed forward, slowly but firmly, and she felt a hot little ripple of excitement as his erection sank relentlessly into her straining mouth. He pulled back so only the tip remained cosseted between her lips, and then eased forward once more, sliding his stiff cock deep between her stretched lips.

  With her jaw beginning to ache she marvelled at his stamina, and felt deliciously wicked as he moved inside her, filling her mouth and pulsing with life and hunger. His shaft was slippery with her saliva and twisted smoothly between her lips as her tongue lapped diligently at the engorged head. There seemed so much of him, especially as he began pumping more rapidly, his hands firmly gripping her head again. Each hard thrust came close to gagging her, and her hands fluttered upwards only to be restrained by the tangled blazer. She opened her eyes and stared dreamily at his erection, watching it glide forward and slip back directly beneath her eyes. His rigid penis was slick and glistening, and she trembled in awe as she submitted to it, letting it use her mouth in whatever way it wanted.

  Zoe thought she had surely become depraved, and yet as she stared at his groin moving forward and back, mere inches from her face, and at his cock pumping in and out between her lips faster and faster, she felt exhilaration at pleasing Mr Erasmus in such an intimate and s
ophisticated fashion. The soft wet noises his thick male member caused whilst ploughing in and out of her mouth sounded intensely lewd and carnal, and her sex ached to hear this same sound as his erection plunged deep into her belly. She wondered faintly if he would take her, if he would fling her onto all fours and mount her like his forebears…

  He thrust deep, and she gurgled helplessly as his swollen head threatened to gag her again. He was moving more quickly, panting for breath as he used her mouth for his own gratification. His fingers were clenched around her head, holding her in place as he fucked her face. She felt at once sordid and thrilled, ashamed and elated… Then, abruptly, her mouth filled with a bittersweet secretion. She swallowed reflexively, wincing at the odd taste, and shock and disgust blended with a dark, heady excitement as she realised he had spent himself in her mouth, which meant she had given him the pleasure he so desired. Almost at once his erratic movements slowed and she felt him begin to soften inside her, and experienced a profound sense of mingled triumph, relief, and loss.

  ‘What on earth is the meaning of this?!’

  Steven Erasmus jerked back, releasing her, and Zoe watched, appalled, as a livid Ms Beacher strode across the office towards them. She stared at the woman in horror as she tried to get up, but fell back into the chair, clawing at the front of her sweater in an effort to pull it down over her naked breasts.

  ‘Mr Erasmus!’ Beacher bellowed in a shocked, disgusted tone.

  ‘Erm… hello there, Ms Beacher,’ he said. ‘I… I wasn’t expecting you.’

  ‘I can see that!’ She turned her steely gaze on Zoe, who dropped her eyes, her face blazing. ‘Miss Quincanon!’ Her voice was filled with disappointment and rebuke.

  ‘That will be all, Zoe,’ Erasmus said matter-of-factly, tucking himself away and straightening his dishevelled clothing.

  ‘Yes, it most certainly will,’ Ms Beacher snapped.

  Chapter Four