“I’m here to see Mr. Martin,” I said formally.
“I don’t have you on the schedule,” the blonde sneered. “Are you sure it was him?”
I wasn’t sure what to say. Mr. Martin called me? I got an email from his shadow account, I can show it to you?
But an old-school buzzer rang on her desk and Nick’s disembodied voice floated out.
“Jeanette, could you send Ms. Jones in please? And pour us some coffee too, will you?”
I smiled victoriously then. Not only had Nick invited me to his office but Jeanette was going to be our waitress. If you asked me, it suited her perfectly, although the ugly frown on her face wouldn’t be getting her any brownie points.
But once inside Nick’s office, the blonde was all smiles, bowing and gracious.
“Oh Mr. Martin, I didn’t know you were expecting company,” she cooed. “Just a moment, here’s your coffee. You like it black, right?”
And Nick watched with a bemused expression, all elegant masculinity as the blonde poured the steaming liquid like a geisha, swift with a sure hand. But that sure hand lost its grip when it came to me. With a shriek and a small “whoops,” Jeannette managed to upset my cup so that the steaming brown liquid splashed all over my dress, leaving me with an ugly wet spot on the chest.
“Oh I’m so sorry!” she cooed again, “Here, let me help you,” she said taking a napkin and rubbing all over my bosom, forcing the stain into the fabric.
I grabbed her wrist tightly, holding it away from me.
“I’m fine, thanks,” I said tightly, my eyes shooting daggers at her. But Nick stepped in there before we got into an actual catfight.
“Jeanette, thank you so much, I’ll let Ms. Jones use my private bathroom to get cleaned up,” he said smoothly, his tone betraying nothing. And sure enough, there was a door to the side of his enormous office. “Ms. Jones, please,” he said nodding his head. “And Jeanette, thank you, I’ll be ready for my five o’clock soon.”
“Of course!” chirped the blonde. “I’ll let you know as soon as they’re here,” she warbled, elegantly walking out the door, coffee pot in hand.
Meanwhile, I was a dripping mess. I almost cried, the coffee already turning cold, the material sticking to my skin clammily. My purple sheath was ruined and I’d be out a pretty penny – it’d cost me a hundred bucks on sale at Nordstrom and I couldn’t afford to replace it.
“I … I guess I’ll just use your restroom and try and get some of this stain out,” I mumbled, looking at the floor.
But there was no reply from the big man, merely silence. I chanced a glance up and what greeted me took my breath away. Because Nick was staring at me like I belonged to him, hungry, ravenous, his eyes eating me up.
“Ms. Jones, we meet again,” he growled by way of introduction, prowling to my side of the room. And immediately, my nerves went into overdrive, my pussy moistening automatically.
“Yes, Mr. Martin,” I said in a small voice. “But I need to clean up. I paid a lot for this outfit and it’s done for,” I said in a small voice.
But Nick just growled again.
“I’ll get you a new one, two new ones,” he rumbled, his eyes going up and down my form, once, twice, three times, eating me up, lingering on my breasts and hips. “Take it off, it’s garbage now.”
And I gaped at him.
“But what am I going to wear?”
But Nick didn’t appear to hear, or care.
“Take it off,” he commanded, his gaze like fire on my breasts and ass. My cunt positively gushed under the heat of his stare.
“What?” I whispered. “Right here? In the middle of your office?”
Slowly he nodded.
“Take it off,” he rasped. “That’s the third time and I’m not going to say it again.”
And my cheeks flamed as the big man reached for a remote. Immediately the floor to ceiling windows tinted, growing dark, throwing us into shade. The overall effect was that we had privacy of sorts, away from the bright glare of day, cloaked in an intimate world where it was just me and him.
And mesmerized, I silently obeyed. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly undid the zip of my dress before edging the cap sleeves off my shoulders. The fabric fell away to reveal my décolletage and then dropped even further, revealing my luscious, creamy girls.
Because I hadn’t worn a bra that day. The stiff cotton of the dress was enough to hide protruding nipples and now my tips stood ramrod straight and perky, pointing at Nick as he devoured them with his eyes, my Double D’s huge, perfect teardrops.
But I wasn’t done yet. Slowly, I edged the dress over my hips, struggling because the fit was tight but finally the material dropped into a puddle on the floor and I stepped delicately out, clad now only in the sheerest purple panties and violet heels.
Sassily, I put my hands on my hips, cocking my waist to one side and whispered, “You like?”
And the big man was on me in an instant. His massive form was literally draped over mine in a second, his mouth hot on my own, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his hands ran over my curves.
“Ohh,” I moaned. “Oh god.”
“Scream all you want, little girl,” he whispered into my ear. “The walls are solid oak, they can’t hear you outside.”
And I just creamed further, rubbing my naked body against his big one, the wool of his suit scratchy against my sensitive nipples, almost humping his leg with my cunny.
And the big man laughed deep in his throat again, pulling away slowly.
“Show me that slit,” he commanded.
I knew what he wanted. Oh so slowly, I dipped a finger between my legs and lifted the lace, pulling it to the side so that my pussy was bare. Just as expected, my lips were wet with desire, gleaming, my clit so hard and big that it poked out between my folds.
And just like before, the big man commanded me again.
“Show me your clit, all of it,” he rasped harshly.
Balancing against his big frame I leaned back and squatted a bit, widening my stance. With one hand I reached down to my naked pussy and put a finger on each labia, slowly pulling my pussy lips apart so that my gleaming channel was exposed, my little hole winking at the big man as my stiff clit stood up with pure need.
And this time, the big man touched me. But not with his hand. Instead, his belt was off in a flash and cock out, the entire ten inches hard with arousal, the vein on the bottom throbbing hungrily as the tip dripped. Without pausing, he brought his glans to my clit and slowly rubbed the tip of his dick against the bottom of my nub, massaging the bundle of nerves, making me throw my head back and moan.
“Oh god,” I cried breathily, my boobs heaving up and down. “Oh god, oh god!”
This was the closest I’d ever been to a man’s dick and it was pure heaven as he circled his tip around my bud, tracing circles around my sensitive nub before lightly running the purple head through my soft folds, wetting himself, getting his dick lubed up.
But just when I thought he was going to thrust into me, the fabric of my panties snapped back and a piece of plastic bounced off his penis.
“What the fuck?” the big man frowned, reaching one hand to fondle the fabric. “What the fuck is this?”
Because when I said I’m a wicked girl, I meant it. I’d put on a special pair of panties this morning, one that had a vibrator embedded in the crotch. The little plastic motor was sewn right into the lace and I could turn it on and off with a remote.
“I … I … was planning to dump my box of toys, so I needed something to play with,” I said in a begging tone, my eyes pleading with him to understand. “I was going to get rid of everything,” I rushed, “and this was just a bit of relief to get me through the day, I haven’t even used it yet,” I babbled. Oh god. I’d been caught red-handed again, first with my toy chest and now with vibrating panties. WTF was wrong with me?
But I’d completely misjudged Nick’s reaction. Instead of freaking out or kicking me to the curb (whic
h he’d be completely justified in doing), instead he eyed my curvy body hungrily before coming to a decision.
“Take it off,” he ground out, his eyes never leaving me.
And trembling, I obeyed, stepping delicately out of the lacy lingerie and dropping it into his big, outstretched hand. Now I was completely nude save for my high heels, my big breasts bouncing to and fro, nipples erect, a smear of juice on my thighs.
But Nick was intent on taking his sweet time. Curiously he studied the lacy fabric, the butterfly-shaped insert at the crotch. Slowly, he brought it up to his nose and sniffed deeply, his eyes closing as he inhaled my female musk.
And fuck, were my eyes deceiving me or had he just licked the crotch too, tasting some of my nectar on the fabric? I gushed again, my insides dissolving, this time the smear on my thighs becoming a steady flow of female cream.
But Nick had a plan. His eyes flicked open and he stared at me hungrily, blue eyes penetrating, taking in every inch of my boobs, ass and pink pussy.
“Get on the couch,” he commanded, his voice raspy and deep. “On your knees.”
And with shaking legs I obeyed, my nude form open for his gaze, his touch. Slowly, oh so slowly, he reached for my phone and flicked through various applications to find the app named “Pussy Pleasure.” Oh god, why hadn’t the manufacturer named it something else? Something less obvious? But Nick’s big fingers were clever and in an instant, the motor in my panties began to hum, the scrap of lace vibrating in his hand.
And swiftly, he reached between my legs and pressed it straight onto my clit, teasing me with it, rubbing it in circles, pushing my body to incredible heights.
“Oh!” I squealed as my hips twisted, my cunt practically gushing liquid now. “Oh oh oh!”
But Nick held me tight with his other arm around my waist, his chest pressed to my back as he vibrated my clit.
“That’s right,” he whispered harshly into my ear. “You’re such a dirty slut, such a wicked, wicked girl. Wearing vibrating panties on your first day at work? Who do you think you are? My fuck toy? My fuck doll?”
And the nasty words made me cream even more, made me act like a wanton slut instead of the naïve virgin I actually was.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, use my body, I’m your fuck doll,” I affirmed, panting. “Use me, use me.”
And that caused the big man to grind the vibrator into my cunt harder, his breathing raspy against my neck as I trembled and shrieked below him. It felt so good, electricity tingling throughout my form, shivers running to my fingers and toes as my pussy clenched and spasmed, the sensations overwhelming. And just when the tidal wave was cresting, the big man shocked me, threw me a curve ball. He shoved a finger into my butt as he vibrated my clit, pushing his index finger up to the first knuckle, exploring that tight ring, my private dryness.
“Ohh!” I screamed. I’ve never had anything in my pussy, much less my butt, and to feel the big man’s finger probe my anal canal, force itself into my back hole was so delicious that the hurricane blowing through my body amped up about ten times more, magnified to the max.
“OHHHHH!” I screamed again, not caring who heard, my pussy and ass clamping with pleasure, spasms shaking me so violently that I almost fell off the couch. “OHHHHH!!!!”
And I felt Nick’s big body rumble against mine as he held me tight, chuckling.
“You’re a screamer aren’t you?” he breathed into my ear, lightly tracing the shell with the tip of his tongue. “I can’t wait to hear you scream while your pussy’s wrapped around my dick.”
And I panted then, boobs heaving as I shivered with orgasm. What the fuck had just happened? Had the billionaire really just fucked me with my own vibrating panties all the while sticking his finger into my ass? Oh my god, it was so dirty, beyond my wildest imagination, and yet so satisfying, so deliciously, disgustingly amazing.
But billionaire wasn’t done yet, he had one more trick up his sleeve that surprised me, made me gasp with stunned shock. Because with a sly grin he popped his digit out of my butt and put it in his mouth, savoring my musty ass taste.
I gasped, staring at him with wide eyes. Oh my god, had he really …?
And the man nodded while shooting me a sly smile.
“Baby girl, every part of you tastes good,” he murmured, his dick still hard, the white dripping even faster now. “There’s not an inch of you that I’m not going to taste. You’re mine,” he said throatily, blue eyes penetrating.
And with a soft sigh and an uncurling, sensuous feeling deep in my stomach, I knew it was true. I belonged to him, I was his fuck doll in all ways, all forms, all the time.
CHAPTER TEN
Nick
The little girl was unbelievable, so wicked and nasty, and so, so delicious. I loved the way she looked, sprawled on my couch, nude except for a pair of fuck me heels in the most ridiculous, flirtatious purple color. Who the fuck wore purple high heels other than strippers and escorts?
But Tammy gave new meaning to the phrase “Fuck me.” Even now, breathing heavily, her flanks covered in a slight sheen of sweat, all I wanted to do was to fuck my dick into her, make that curvy body take every freakin’ inch of my pole until she was screaming, creaming hard while feeling me ram all the way to her cervix, my dick shooting all the way into her uterus if I had my way.
Because that’s my thing. I’m what you’d call a dirty old man, I’m forty-five and I love the young ones, the ones who look virginal and sweet, who aren’t a day over twenty. And Tammy fit the bill exactly. I’d looked her up in the company database late last night and sure enough her stats popped onto the screen. Year of birth? 1998. Holy shit, the girl was eighteen, just my style.
But the best thing about the young, innocent-looking ones is that they’re not innocent at all. Fuck no. The ones who look like angels are usually the dirtiest sluts, the one who’ll fuck you this way and that, let you do anything to their bodies, and Tammy was turning out to be no exception.
Yesterday, witnessing her little masturbation scene in the women’s restroom? Fuck yeah. Seeing her filthy fantasy on her work computer? Fuck yeah. And the drawer full of sex toys? FUCK YEAH. In fact, one of the reasons why I’d moved her to headquarters was because I had every intention of trying out all those sex toys on her beautiful body … one at a time, making her cream and gasp with pleasure.
And we’d gotten off to a rarin’ start. The little girl was panting still, face down on my couch, her generous ass in the air as she struggled to recover from her orgasm. The panties I’d used were crumpled in my hand still and I brought them to my nose for one last sniff before dropping them in my desk drawer. Hell yeah. If I had some dull conference call or some stupid long email to write, I’d just whip that baby out and wrap it around my dick, massage myself to heaven and no one’d know for the better.
And the office was filled with her sex smell still, the female musk rolling off her curvy form in waves. What I wouldn’t give to bottle that scent, have it follow me around in a cloud like a heady spice.
But fuck, I hadn’t come yet and my dick was still dripping like a faucet, had been for the last ten minutes as I worked the little girl to her climax.
“Tammy,” I ground out, “come here.”
She looked up from the couch, breathing heavily, her eyes wide, dazed, as if she’d never experienced such pleasure.
“Come here,” I ground out harshly. “I’m not going to say it again.”
And the little girl obeyed, but not the way I’d expected. Instead of getting to her feet and wobbling over on unsteady legs, instead she got on her hands and knees and slowly crawled over to where I sat at my desk. Fuck, the sight was fantastic. Her curvy body, slightly flushed, her pale skin covered with a sheen of sweat. Those big boobs, swaying this way and that as she crawled, that huge ass bumping in the air with every movement. I was ready to cream immediately.
And as if in a trance, the brunette came to a stop before me, right between my parted legs.
“Ye
s Mr. Martin,” she breathed, her eyes mesmerized by my dick, mere inches from her face. The tip was running wetly, oozing down my length to soak my balls, my sperm copious and dripping.
“Lick it,” I ground out.
And the little girl obeyed. Her pink tongue flickered out and sampled the head of my shaft, lightly tasting the sperm there, caressing my glans. Oh fuck it felt good and I almost ejaculated right then, my balls were so high and tight with repressed need. But I had more in mind for the little girl.
“Suck it,” I commanded her again.
And this time the little girl took my shaft in a small hand and delicately placed her pink lips around the tip of my dick, pursing that perfect cupid’s bow, her tongue massaging my tip as her lips applied suction. Fuck, she was wearing some shade of pink lipstick, was that shit going to rub off on my dick? If so, it was going to be the best souvenir ever, I might not wash my dick for a while.
But I didn’t have a chance to figure it out because like a hungry baby, the girl began to lick my cock everywhere, tracing that delicate pink tongue up the pulsing vein on the bottom, flattening her tongue and taking deep, long strokes against my shaft, stretching the skin on the top of my penis tight and burrowing her tongue in my slit. And fuck if I my fuckpole didn’t start dripping even more, a literal faucet now, the jism running down my shaft like a fountain.
“Fuck you’re good,” I breathed, my chest heaving, abs painfully tight as the girl worked me. “The innocent looking ones always give the best head.”
And the girl looked up at me from her knees, smiling slyly.
“Is that so Mr. Martin? Am I so innocent?” she cooed.
And I threw my head back and laughed.
“You’re such a whore and you know it,” I ground out. “You fuck yourselves with sex toys at work, you watch porny videos on your work computer, and look at you now. Blowing your boss on your knees without a stitch of clothing on.”
And the girl just smiled demurely at me, her pink lips sucking my cock still, wiggling her ass in reply. Oh fuck, it was so good that my hips shifted involuntarily, the tickles of her tongue, the incredible suction of her cheeks so strong, so powerful that I was ready to come in record-breaking time.
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