Office Fling

by Amy Brent

  I had no idea if it was due to frustration or loneliness, but I wanted to feel something as intense as what the girl on TV was feeling. I wanted to forget, if only for a moment, about my fast track plan and my perfect GPA and just focus on feeling something other than pressured, tired and lonely.

  So, as the man continued to fuck the blonde’s mouth, my hands wandered to my breasts. My touch was timid and unsure, just light massage and soft pinches to my nipples, and thought the sensation was good it wasn’t what I expected it would be. Growing more frustrated by the second, I thought about giving up and writing sex as one of the few things I wasn’t good at. However, before I could reach for the remote, the man’s pleasure reached its peak and poured out of him, covering the girl’s chin, neck and chest as he groaned like an animal.

  I have no idea why, but the sight of a girl who even looked like me covered in some guy’s sperm was so hot and forbidden it liberated me from thoughts of what I should do or feel at that moment and allowed me to relax and simply enjoy what was happening. With a deep breath, I leaned against the pillows and cleared my mind.

  In that sweet emptiness of desire, my hands came alive and started working my sensitive nipples with a liberated energy. As the couple on my screen kissed and made their way to bed, I pinched, rolled, flickered and massaged my rosy peaks until my heart started to race, and my center became warm and wet with arousal. The delicious and strange sensation propelled me forward and urged me to explore other parts of my body.

  As he picked the girl up from the floor and tossed her onto a bed, my right hand left my breast and traveled on a downward path that connected my tits to my pussy. My knees widened to welcome my fingers into my wet center just as the man on the screen flipped his lover onto all fours and started to push himself inside of her.

  The scene playing out in front of me was so fucking arousing it breathed new life into my hands and, out of their own accord, my fingers started moving and circling around my clit. My movements were slow and tentative at first, but as my body began to get used to the sensation, my fingers moved faster and faster until I was pleasuring myself with the same voracity as that man was fucking his partner. Still, it didn’t feel like enough.

  Never moving my eyes from the TV, I continued to rub my clit and pinch my nipples until my lips parted to pull in breaths that never fully filled my chest. Before I knew what was happening, my heart started to pound, my limbs began to tingle, and the world disappeared. Everything that existed was the growing pleasure inside of me and my need for release.

  Although I didn’t really know what to expect, I could tell I was close, and I treasured every second of the delicious sensation. Then, as my toes curled and my eyes finally closed to enjoy my very first orgasm, I heard noise coming from the other side of the door. I could tell someone was calling me, but I refused to acknowledge and just kept circling my fingers until I felt myself dangling from the edge of a precipice and then falling into a sea of pleasure.

  “Jess,” I heard mom’s voice calling from the other side of the door as I relaxed into the incredible sensation that followed my orgasm. “You awake? I have something important to talk to you.”

  I turned off the TV and pulled in a deep breath through my mouth. Doing my best to steady my voice, I replied, “Yeah, I’m just changing. Give me five, okay?”

  “Okay, baby,” mom replied, and I heard her heels walking away.

  A smile curled up on my lips as the after effects of my new favorite pastime started to wear off. Decided to do this again and often, I got up from the bed and went to put some clothes on, feeling better and more relaxed than I had in ages.

  Dressed in a comfortable pajama set, I exited my room with that silly grin still on my face and went over to the kitchen where my mother was waiting. Barefoot but still in her uniform dress and with her hair tied in a neat bun, Mom was perched on top of the counter and munching on the rest of my pizza with a worried line creasing her furrowed brow.

  “Didn’t you just go out for dinner?” I asked as I approached her.

  With a roll of her hazel eyes, she replied, “Yeah, but the whole thing was so crazy I barely ate.”

  Despite my curiosity, I stepped away from the subject for a second to hug my mom. My display of affection broke through her anxious eating and made her face relax a little. We had a brief conversation about what she had seen in her travels and of how much we had missed each other while she was away, and once those subjects were exhausted, I stepped away and leaned against the counter opposite to her.

  Pulling my brows together, I asked, “Why was your dinner crazy?”

  The worry returned to my mother’s face, and instead of replying, she simply reached into her purse and removed a small black box which she tossed over to me. With my frown deepening, I opened it and gasped at the gorgeous—and huge—diamond ring inside.

  “What the actual hell?” I asked as my gaze bounced back to her.

  A small smirk curled up on her lips as she nodded. “I was proposed to by a man I’ve only seen twice in my life. He plans to be unfaithful and divorce me in a year, but if I say yes and marry him, you and I will be multimillionaires.”

  Thoroughly confused, I shook my head and asked for more information so I could understand the situation better. Although she was clearly overwhelmed as well, mom did her best to explain everything and fill me in on all the details of her bizarre proposal.

  From the information she was able to give me about Ben Walker, he seemed like a nice enough man, and though the whole proposition was a little too crazy for my taste, the more mom explained it, the better it sounded. Since starting college, I had blamed myself for the strain my career choice had put on my mother. As a single mother, she had always worked a lot to provide for us, but with the added expense of my tuition and student loans, I knew she was working herself to an early grave.

  Because I loved her and wanted her to live a long and happy life, I couldn’t help but think that maybe this marriage deal wasn’t such a crazy idea after all. Perhaps, it was the answer to our prayers.

  “And you wouldn’t have to sleep with him or do anything weird?” I asked once she was done explaining.

  A frown formed on my mom’s face. “Of course, not. I’m not a whore, Jessica. To the world, we would be husband and wife, but inside our home, we would be just friends. I would have my own room and everything.”

  “Then you should do it,” I finally advised, and her eyes widened. “If you’re sure he’s not going to murder us in our sleep, then marry him. It’s just a year, and you’re traveling most of the time anyways. I’m always at school and would have some company at night while you’re away. And, most importantly, at the end of it, we would have a more relaxed life than what we have now. I know you love your job, but wouldn’t it be nice to work a regular schedule every once in a while? Maybe you could enjoy the places you visit instead of just hopping from airport to airport.”

  Mom sighed and looked up at me with a new light sparkling in her eyes. “Enjoying traveling would be fun.” I smiled at her and nodded my agreement. “Okay, then. I guess you’re finally getting a daddy.”

  I laughed at her joke and pulled out a couple beers from the fridge to celebrate. After twenty-two years struggling to get by, our luck was about to change. Yay!

  Chapter 7 – Ben

  With a long exhale, I put my phone down on my desk and wrapped Vanessa’s long, brown ponytail around my hand as I guided her head up and down my cock.

  It had been ten hours since I dropped Pam at her apartment and the anxiety of the wait was getting to me. Usually, I had an alphabet of fallback plans to any business decision I made, but this time I didn’t. Pam was the only woman I could see by my side for any length of time, the only one I knew the board would approve of and my only way to regain my company. With only four days left until the big voting meeting, I needed her to agree to my proposal today so we could get married over the weekend and get this problem over with.

  Since s
ex was always my preferred method of relaxation, I was thrilled when Vanessa showed up in my office looking to add a little something extra to her internship curriculum. However, to my surprise, not even Vanessa’s skilled mouth was able to get me to relax. Despite how good she was making me feel, my mind was still on my phone and on the call I was not getting.

  I continued to guide her head up and down my shaft with one hand and reached for my phone with my other one. I turned on the screen to check if there were any missed calls or messages but saw none. With a sigh that had nothing to do with the sexual act I was receiving, I turned off the screen and returned the device back to its previous location on top of my desk.

  Closing my eyes, I tried to empty my mind and focus only on the delicious sensation of Vanessa’s mouth sliding up and down, her tongue circling the head of my cock and her teeth grazing against the soft skin of my length. For about a second, my efforts paid off, and all that existed was me, her and the moment. In the next second, however, my phone rang, my eyes opened, and everything else—Vanessa and her mouth included—faded to the background of the most important call I’d ever receive.

  Sliding my thumb toward the answer button, I brought the device to my ear and said, “Hello, Pam.”

  “Hi,” she greeted back seemingly surprised by the warm tone of my greeting. To be honest, it surprised me as well. “Is now a good time or should I call you back?”

  “Now is a perfect time,” I quickly said and received a stink eye from Vanessa who pulled back until my cock was completely out of her mouth and then threaten to stand up.

  With a roll of eyes, I tightened my grip on her hair and shook my head, letting her know I wanted her to stay right where she was. Understanding who was the boss, the girl nodded and sank back to her knees but kept her brown eyes focused on mine. A slow smirk curled on my lips at her submission, and as a reward, I guided her head closer to my crotch so that her lips touched the tip of my cock and I bounced her back and forth just slightly against me.

  I returned my full attention back to Pam. “Have you thought about my proposal?”

  A heavy sigh sounded in my ear and for a moment worry gripped at me thinking that she would refuse. But then, she said, “I have, and I’m inclined to accept.”

  Her words filled me with a kind of peace and joy that was almost orgasmic. To celebrate, I pushed my cock a bit more into Vanessa’s welcoming mouth.

  “That’s the best news I’ve got all day. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I can’t wait to marry you.”

  Vanessa angled a brow and momentarily stopped sucking me. I gave her a stern look that put her right back to work. In contrast, Pam chuckled on the other side of the line.

  “Easy, husband-to-be,” she teased. “I have a few requests before we go setting the date.”

  My brows pulled together with annoyance, but I managed to keep the emotion out of my voice as I demanded, “What requests are those?”

  There was a moment of silence, and then she said, “Well, I want to make sure Jessica is taken care of. She’ll have to give up her home and routine to live with us, and I want to make sure that once this is all done and over with she’ll have gotten something out of the deal as well.”

  “Okay. I’ll increase the settlement,” I said with a sigh. Then, in my contract negotiating voice, I asked, “Give me a number.”

  “That’s not what I’m asking for, Ben,” she deadpanned sounding a little offended. “All I want is for you to pay Jessica’s loans and tuition. She’ll be an amazing and successful surgeon one day, and I’d like for her to be worry free until she gets there.”

  A smile cracked on my lips at her request. Hearing her concern for her daughter made even more sure that I had chosen the right woman to fulfill my father’s last wish. Fake marriage or not, I knew my wife would be someone he would approve.

  “Consider it done,” I told her. “I’ll also add a new car and an allowance of ten thousand dollars a month for her expenses until she’s done with her studies and her career is solidified. That way she won’t have to worry about anything other than reaching her full potential.”

  “Ben, you don’t . . .” Pam started, but I quickly cut her off.

  “I know I don’t have to do that. I want to. Just marry me and everything will be worth it.”

  As Pam finally gave me the “Yes” I was looking for, Vanessa stopped sucking and stared daggers at me once more. Happy with my fiancée and annoyed with my intern, I pulled my cock from her mouth but kept it touching her lips as I finished my conversation.

  For the next few minutes, Pam and I discussed the details of our wedding, and when everything was settled, we said goodbye. Once I had hung up the call and my phone was back on top of my desk, I turned my attention to my rebel intern.

  “Why did you stop?” I asked in a stern and commanding voice.

  Vanessa rolled her round eyes. “You were discussing marriage—your marriage—to some chick. Do you really think I was going to keep sucking you while you did that? I’m not a whore, you know?”

  “Yeah, baby. I know,” I assured her with a smile. “But I’m not planning any weddings now, so you can get right back to where you stopped because I was enjoying what you were doing.”

  She rose a challenging brow at me. “Why don’t you go ask your wife to finish it. I’m not looking for a hook up with a married man. My dad cheated on my mom, and I don’t plan to put another woman through that kind of pain.”

  Losing my patience with her, I tightened my grip on her hair and leaned down, so my face was just inches away from hers. Holding her gaze, I said, “My personal life is mine, and I don’t owe you any explanations. I’m enjoying our time together and would really like to continue seeing you, especially because my marriage is going to be anything but traditional and she doesn’t mind, but if you want out, that’s your choice.”

  We stared at each other for a while, and I could tell that despite her words and reluctance she wanted to continue just as much as I did. Her head was telling her to walk away, but her body wanted me—the usual reaction.

  After a few deliberating moments, she sighed and cracked the tiniest smile.

  “Well, if she doesn’t mind . . .” trailed off and slid my cock back inside her mouth.

  Finally, with my worries behind me, I was able to relax and enjoy Vanessa’s impressive skills. She fucked me with her mouth and massaged my balls until my body exploded with a much-needed orgasm.

  Once I was done, and she had swallowed every last drop of my seed, I gave her a peck on the lips and helped her to her feet. As I tucked my cock back inside my pants, I smiled and quickly dismissed her. I had, after all, a lot of stuff to do and cuddling a casual fuck wasn’t one of them.

  As soon as she was gone, I picked up my phone and called Hank. Now that I had a clear plan, I was eager to put it work and finally get the position and the power I deserved.

  Chapter 8 – Jessica

  “Are you sure this is the right place?” I asked my mother as we came to a stop in front of a massive wrought iron gate.

  The entrance was gorgeous, with thick bars that were curled to look like black vines surrounding a large, golden plate with the letters BTW. Through it, I could see a long red brick path and a luscious garden that seemed to have been designed to look like the world’s most perfect forest. In every way, the place was magnificent, and I couldn’t help but feel completely overwhelmed by the idea that it would be my home from now on.

  Mom looked from the gate to me with a nervous smirk on her lips and said, “There’s only one way to find out.”

  Her voice was filled with anxiety, but as she turned to the interphone outside her window, her features transformed into a firm and confident mask that made me proud. This was going to be a big change for us, but we both knew that in the end, it would be a good one. With her head held high and a hefty dose of confidence, Mom pressed the intercom button and after identifying herself as Ben Walker’s fiancée the gates opened, and we drove
in.

  Dead silence filled the car as we rode down the brick lane, underneath the thick canopy of the trees. We passed the mini forest, a lake with peacefully swimming swans, and a gorgeous manicured garden filled with colorful flowers. Although a million things were running through my mind, the fanciness of the life mom and I were entering was too overwhelming to speak.

  At least it was until our future house came into view. The three-story, colonial building, was enormous and beautiful, with long white windows and a wide porch that seemed to wrap around the entire house. It almost begged for the string of profanities that passed through my lips as mom parked the car at the ginormous driveway.

  “Mind your language, Jess,” mom reprimanded me as she killed the engine. “Although Ben doesn’t strike me as an easily offended person, I’d like to try and make a good impression.”

  “I always make a good impression,” I reminded her as I opened my door and got out.

  Mom chuckled and quickly followed me out. I smoothed the fabric of my royal blue dress over my curvy hips and tugged at the neckline a bit, so it was nice and proper. I fluffed my hair and checked my lipstick on the window of our car to make sure I wasn’t looking like a clown, and once I was satisfied that I looked just as I should, I made my way toward my mother.

  “Okay, Momma, let’s meet your fiancé and get you hitched.”

  Mom pulled in a deep breath through her nose, fidgeted with her tight blush dress and, after a nervous nod, started walking towards the massive house. For some weird reason, my heart pounded with a strange kind of anxiety as I followed her. I wasn’t really sure how to explain it, but something inside me said that although my mother’s life was the one about to change, I was the one walking toward my destiny. It was an odd feeling, and since I had a lot more to worry about, I just pushed it to the side and focused on staying strong for my mother.