Filthy Boss

by Amy Brent

  “I believe that I forgot something.” I looked at him with confusion, until he got down for a closer look with his mouth and lips. He tongue fucked me deeply, leaving his cock untouched and still quite the specimen.

  “I’m cumming…I hope you know how to pick up the pieces after I finish with…CUMMINGGGGGGG.” My hair whip lashed back and forth sending grains of sand everywhere. He stayed completely still buried all the way and let my muscles convulse around him. I think that he was worried that if he continued to fuck me that he would lose what made him think that he was a man. Stamina was one thing, but going off like that would’ve been a compliment to any woman including myself.

  Once I came back around, he was more than happy to continue his pursuit of his own pleasure. His shaft made enough friction within me that I actually came two more time before I needed him to complete this union. I was lying there useless, my arms flung to the sand underneath me. He was fucking me harder and grunting with his need to fill me with his seed. I tried to tell him that I wasn’t wearing a condom, but he was too far gone. My mouth tried to form the words, but all I could do was moan.

  “I’m almost there…just one more fucking thrust and that should… DO ITTTTTTT.” He threw his head back with all of his muscles straining and rippling with the affect of his own orgasm. His balls boiled over and I could swear that I saw steam coming out of his ears. Those hot sweet blasts between my legs made me feel wanted and desired. He continued to go off like a damn fire hose. Those streams of love juice had me lying there enjoying the way that it felt to be filled to overcapacity.

  He lay down on top of me and soon he was chasing me across the sand with me giggling and his seed dripping down my leg. I didn’t concern myself with taking the walk of shame. I didn’t concern myself with my nakedness or how my breasts could easily be seen by those that were driving by. I was drunk, but it had nothing to do with any kind of liquor that had touched my lips. I swayed back and forth and threw my shoes into the air like I just didn’t care.

  He had his clothes in his hands and he used the car, as a form of a shield to put them back on. He was about to zip up, but I decided to shock him for a change. I grabbed his hand and I got down on my knees on the pavement. I took his depleted member and I licked around in a circle, making him shudder and give me that last little bit that he must’ve had contained in his shaft. I squeezed from the bottom to top to get all of it. There was no way that I was going to leave behind any of it. If this was going to be our one and only time together, then I needed to let him know that I was not the same dainty little flower that he had been with in the past.

  “I…don’t know what I did…to deserve you, Felicity. I don’t know what you’re feeling. I want you to tell me what this means to you.” I had a feeling that he was fishing for something, but I wasn’t exactly sure what to say. “If you need me to say it, then I will. You were amazing and being with you was better than some of those hard bodied wannabes. You are honestly not here because of my fame or fortune. Do you know that you were the first one that had ever tried to push me away? I thought that you were joking, but I finally realized that you were serious.”

  “I don’t know where you want to go from here. I can’t deny that I have feelings for you, but what I don’t know is what you’re feeling for me. Do you want this to continue and if so, in what way? I don’t want to be that dirty little secret on the side sequestered in some hotel room when you are back in town. I don’t want to be that booty call that you call up in the middle of the night or show up at my doorstep drunk and ready to get it on. I’m not going to tell you what I really want. You really should know that by now.” I didn’t want to be that girl, but he had to know that this was more important to me than just a roll in the hay.

  “I like the way that you make me feel, Felicity. I love the light in your eyes and the way that you respond to my touches has me wanting to do it again. I will give you a call sometime.” He never said that he wanted a commitment and maybe he had a phobia from a childhood trauma that prevented him from getting close. I settled in to that sports car and I wasn’t sure that he was going to do anything to warrant taking a chance on him.

  Tracy may have had daddy issues, but that was not something that I had to worry about. I found him delicious and it had nothing to do with his notoriety or what kind of payday that he pulled down every single day. This was a simple way to get to know each other.

  He dropped me off at my front door, kissing me lightly and then walking away before glancing over his shoulder with a look of bewilderment on his face.

  I was tempted to tell him that I didn’t want him to go, but I didn’t feel like I had a leg to stand on to fight for him. We had shared a moment. I promised myself that I wouldn’t succumb, but he was very hard to resist.

  I had to stand there for quite some time leaning against the door and wondering where I would go from here. I knew that he held a spot in my heart, but what I didn’t realize was how very painful it was not to have him by my side. I had rushed into something too quickly and I had only myself to blame.

  I didn’t even know if I believed in love at first sight, but I was willing to throw that caution into the wind. I was hoping that I would hear from him again, but he was not the type of man to get overly clingy. Guys didn’t know, but 24 hours was long enough to let us know that they cared for us. I was tired of playing these dating games, but this was the way that we went to war against the opposite sex.

  It was a couple of days later and I was sitting in front of my doctor and hearing the words, but not quite believing it. “I can’t tell if this is good news or bad news for you, Felicity.” I wasn’t sure what to make of it myself. Knowing it and really understanding what it meant was two different things. “I don’t want you to make any rash decisions without thinking about them very thoughtfully. I have a few brochures to get you started, but then you need to come in for regular checkups.” I walked out into the waiting room in a daze to find Tracy waiting for me.

  “Oh my god… What are you going to do?” I didn’t even have to say anything and she already could read what was on my face. “I’ll stand by you in any way that you want me to. I do believe that the father should know, but that is not my place to say. All I can do is hold your hand and let you know that you’re not alone.” Telling my parents was not going to be easy, but then again I really didn’t know what I was going to do.

  “Ideally, I would love for him to be here right now on bended knee ready to give me that ring around my finger. Life is not that easy. What I need to do most of all is to find out if he’s the type of man that I want to be in my life. He didn’t say anything, except that he had a great time and that he would be in touch. I’m going to have to do something that all women have done at one time in their life. I never thought that I would be in this position, but my baby deserves somebody that is going to be there for them.” I couldn’t tell Jason, not until I found out what kind of father he would be.

  “You can’t know what he’s going to say, until you actually tell him. He might surprise you.” I’m sure that she was trying to be a good friend, but Tracy was not my main concern. I wanted to give this kid the benefit of parents that loved one another. I had to find out if he wanted more than just a one night stand.

  “I’m going to have to ask you for a favor. I know that it’s distasteful and you probably think I’m crazy, but this is the only way.” I told her of my plan and she listened intently, but I could see that she wasn’t completely on board. “I know that it’s not right. It’s right up there with snooping in his medicine cabinet or going through his text messages. I don’t want to be that girl, but my child is more important to me than anything in my life.” I wouldn’t have him being a part of that child, unless he was ready to turn over a new leaf. I couldn’t turn back the hands of the clock and what had happened was something that I was not going to ignore.

  “I’m not sure that I can do what you want in good faith. You may think that I’m capable of such dec
eit, but I really do hold myself to a higher standard. I’m really going to have to think about this and I’ll give you my answer in the morning. I have to get to work, but you’ve certainly given me a lot to think about. Be sure that this is what you really want and going down this road could lead to nothing but disaster.” She walked out and didn’t even offer to drive me home. I had laid a lot in her lap.

  I ordered a taxi and I went home to wait for her answer. I checked my messages, but there was still nothing from Jason. It had gone too long and with each tick of the clock, I was feeling abandoned and alone. Tracy would be there for me and we could raise this child together, but that wasn’t what I was looking for. I was seeking that happily ever after and I was damned and determined to give this kid the kind of parents that it deserved.

  I touched my stomach and I decided to talk to the child like he was already here in front of me “I need you to know that I’m doing this for you. Your Aunt Tracy will come through for us. She’s going to have to think about it, but I believe that she will come to the right decision.” I lie back and wondered what was going to happen, but there was really only one way to find out. I knew where he was going to be. He had let slip of a commitment tomorrow morning. That would be when all of this would take place, but that was on the contention that Tracy was willing to play ball.

  Tracy came home and I saw on her face that she had come to some sort of decision. She smiled and showed me what she was going to wear for the occasion.

  I’d found a necessary disguise and by the time that we left that morning, we were looking every bit like women on a mission.

  I was wearing a redheaded wig and standing outside the door of where the book signing was taking place. In her most seductive clothing consisting of a low cut blouse with no bra and a red leather skirt with no panties, she sauntered up to the table with her cell phone on, so that I could hear the exchange word for word.

  “Who do I make this…out to?” I heard the gasp of approval by seeing her bent over and most likely showing her nipples.

  “You can sign it ‘To Tracy the one that I will always remember from the smell of her panties.” We hadn’t discussed how she was going to test him, but apparently she was going all out. “The only way that you can truly write something like that is to experience the real thing.” She fished into her purse and I saw her pull out a pair of her dirty underwear.

  “I see that you’re the kind of girl that doesn’t take any prisoners.” My heart sank at that statement.

  “I have a new car outside that I would like to christen and I believe that your sweet ass is exactly what I’m looking for. Excuse yourself for about 15 minutes and we can take a ride with you sitting in the driver’s seat. You can’t look at me and tell me that you’re not interested.” I waited with bated breath, hoping against hope that he would do the right thing.

  “I would love to get to know you intimately.” My expectations of him were high, but this was the only way that I would know the truth. “Like I said, I would love to, but I’m not exactly looking at the moment. I’m sure that you could have a wide array of men that would gladly take you up on your offer. To be honest, I can’t get this one girl out of my mind. I haven’t even called her back. Every time that a pick up the phone, I stop myself. I can’t explain it, but once I see her face to face, I’m going to lose myself. I’m just not sure if I can call her after all this time. She probably thinks that I don’t care, but that is not how I feel.”

  Whoever this girl is must be very lucky. I don’t think that I’ve ever been turned down in my life. I can’t decide if that’s a good thing, or if I should slap your mouth.” I had noticed that she had lowered her voice and that black wig was very lifelike. “You can’t really blame a girl for trying.” She turned and purposely wiggled her ass making him look away and turn back just for that moment of indecision to creep into his bones.

  She walked by me, gave me a wink of encouragement and said without saying anything that this guy was a keeper. I waited for about 15 minutes, before walking in and putting my hands on the table that he was currently sitting behind.

  “Who do I make this… out to?” He looked up and then he stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me across the table on my knees, until I was straddling him in his chair. “You don’t know how much I’ve needed to see you again. I want you to know that I don’t want anybody else. I want you in my life and I don’t care what kind of groveling I have to do to make it up to you for not calling these last couple of days.”

  “I’m glad that you said that. I’m pregnant with your child. I understand if you need time to adjust to this new information. I’m not asking anything of you, but I would really like for us to be there for one another. You’re not the only one that has been thinking about things. I want you and I need you and I just hope that doesn’t scare you.” He kissed me deeply with people giggling and applauding this public display of affection.

  “I take a deep breath every time that I see you. It hurts me any time that I don’t have you near me. You being pregnant with my child is that icing on the cake.” We were soon engaged and with child on the way. We had that instant family and a future that was bright.

  The Stepbrother’s Baby

  “If you want it,” he said as he stood towering over me, “then you're going to have to give me what I want.”

  “That's disgusting,” I said, trembling. “It's not right. It's not fair!”

  He laughed and shook his head, his eyes roaming my scantily-clad body. I'd dressed this way for him, at his request. My short plaid skirt didn't even come down low enough to cover my panties, my tight white top was unbuttoned, and a thin red necktie hung down between my breasts. It was the sort of outfit some people didn't think a big girl could pull off, but he seemed to like the way it hugged my generous curves. I tried to pull the top closer to hide my near-nakedness, but it strained so much against my breasts that I couldn't even close it all the way.

  “Life isn't fair, Anne,” he said. He reached out to run his fingers through my hair. His hands were dirty and greasy. No doubt he'd been out playing mechanic again, fixing up one of his bikes. “But this is just the way it is. My father left everything to me, and only to me. If you want your share, you're going to have to...” He looked down at my body again, biting his lip. “...share.”

  I shuddered, but at the same time, my body heated up. Matt had been chasing me for months, and while I'd resisted his every attempt at seduction, the truth was, I loved it. I loved the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel so desired. No one had ever affected me like this before. For a while, it had been a game for me. Letting him get little glimpses of what he wanted, then denying him the prize. I'd only recently admitted to myself that in denying him, I was denying what I really wanted.

  “Don't tell me you haven't thought about it,” Matt said, stepping closer. I backed away until I was pinned against the wall. He stood over me, holding me there by his sheer presence. “I've seen the way you look at me. The way you tease. Even when you're not dressed like this,” he pulled at the lapels of my shirt, exposing my firm breasts, “you like to show it off to me. Don't think I haven't noticed.”

  “But I can't...” I whispered. My lips trembled. I broke into a cold sweat, sweet beads of moisture sliding down my neck and between my breasts.

  “Why not?” he asked, leaning close to whisper into my ear. “Why not give in to what we both want?”

  “Because,” I whispered, licking my lips, “you're my stepbrother.”

  I first met Matt about six months before, at our parents' wedding. I was in a bad mood that day, disgusted with my mother for what she was doing. My whole life, she'd worked in restaurants, waiting tables and dealing with irritable customers in order to make her living. She'd developed a bad back and serious foot problems over the years, but somehow she had still managed to keep her figure.

  Which was probably how she managed to seduce the elderly Matthew Partridge Sr. Sh
e'd gotten a temp job working for a catering company that served the rich and famous. I'm not sure what she did to catch Mr. Partridge's eye, but one night after a long shift serving wine at an art gala, she'd gone home with him. Three months later, they were engaged.

  I stood in the back of the room at the reception, nursing a glass of wine and watching with a scowl as my mom and Mr. Partridge danced for the first time. She didn't love him. I knew she didn't. She'd told me as much. She was a gold digger, plain and simple. Mr. Partridge was old and infirm, and she knew it would only be a few years, at most, before he kicked the bucket and she was left with a sizable fortune to inherit.

  I scanned the room, but I didn't see any faces I recognized. Most of the crowd was rich folk and various celebrities. Mom had only invited a few close friends. And since I had no desire to mingle with rich snobs, that left me alone with just my wine glass.

  “Not really your sort of party, is this?” a voice said.

  I turned to see a rough-looking man approaching me. He had his shirt untucked and his tie was undone and slun haphazardly around his neck. He had a sharp jaw, deeply tanned skin, and deep, dark eyes.

  “I prefer something a little more upbeat,” I said, looking out over the quiet, boring crowd. “I mean, no one even did the Chicken Dance.”

  Everyone in the room was sitting quietly at their tables, talking and eating. It was all very subdued. Dinner had been even worse. People had glared at me when I used the wrong fork, and a very stiff woman in a tight, binding dress had cleared her throat at me and given me a judgmental stare when I put my elbows on the table.