by Ava Frost
He rubbed his chiseled jawline for a second as he eyed me up and down. I felt like a bunny rabbit and he was a hungry lion.
I was incredibly tense, not just because I had almost no real experience in the corporate world, but also because I would now be working for Mr. Alexander, a total alpha male. I felt my panties getting damp. It was almost as though he could smell my wetness.
He took a deep inhale through his nose. “Ms. Williams, I know that you’re new here, and of course I’m friends with your father, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to get an easy ride, I’m afraid.”
“Um, okay,” I murmured.
“I heard you’re the creative sort, so I’m going to get you started on creating various possibilities for our brand portfolio. For someone with your experience in the arts, it should be rather straightforward. Get creative, but not too over the top. Okay?”
“Yes, sure, Mr. Alexander.”
“And I’m going to need them on my desk by 6pm on Friday. You got that?”
“Certainly, I’ll get right on it.” Even though he had asked me in quite a stern way, I actually felt quite honored that he thought I was up to the job.
So, all week I worked at my desk, doing the best job I could. But, no matter how hard I worked, I knew that my ideas just weren’t up to scratch. So, I dug deeper, I worked harder, I came up with concept after concept. A couple of my ideas turned out to be very good, at least I thought so. I thought that if I just carried on, I could get it done by Friday. I practiced what I was going to say to Mr. Alexander when Friday rolled around, I had gone through my presentation in my head over and over again with a fine tooth comb, practicing it until I knew it like the back of my hand. There was no way he wasn’t going to be impressed.
But on Friday at noon, even though a lot of my final edits were complete, I was getting drained and time was ticking. By 5pm I came to the realization that there was no way I was going to get it finished in time, at least not how I had planned. “Damn it,” I whispered to myself under my breath.
At 6.30pm, everyone else in the workplace, including the receptionist, had gone home, and there I stood, in Mr. Alexander’s office, my head hung low.
“Ms. Williams, this simply won’t do.”
“Oh no. It’s not what you were expecting?” I asked, trying my best to look sweet. I needed this job badly.
“No, the work is fine. Exceptional, in fact.”
I couldn’t believe he had just complimented me. I felt so pleased with myself and a wave of relief washed over me. “Then… what’s wrong?”
“What I was referring to, Ms. Williams, is the fact that your panties were drenched the moment you stepped into my office on Monday.”
My heart started pounding in my chest.
“Do you honestly think that a man like me can’t tell when a woman wants him?”
I couldn’t believe he was talking to me like this. I felt a moist trail of love juice drip into my panties. “Uh… I don’t understand…”
“Oh, I think you understand just perfectly, Ms. Williams. You’re turned on even as we speak, and you really leave me no choice.”
This was so naughty, but I had a burning desire to just go with it.
I looked up at him, and batted my eyelids. The phone rang, unexpectedly. He didn’t flinch. “Does daddy’s friend have more wet college chicks that he needs to satisfy?” I asked daringly.
“Oh, no. I’ve got one wet, fertile college chick right here that I haven’t yet satisfied today. And she’s been a pretty naughty girl.” He said, a sly smile decorating his lips.
“Oh really? And what do you do with young girls when they’ve been naughty?”
He gave a deep chuckle. “I give them a hard, unprotected lesson in office manners. This is the corporate world, after all.”
When he said that I swear to god I almost creamed my panties right there and then.
I instinctively reached out and caressed the bulge in his slacks. I undid his belt, undid his top button, unzipped his zipper, and pulled his slacks down. He was wearing a pair of white boxer briefs, and his huge member strained within its harness. As I pulled down his boxers, his cock sprung up and down like a diving board, semi-erect.
“Do you want to touch it? I know you do,” he said. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I reached out and touched his shaft. I couldn’t believe my hand was finally on it. I’d fantasized about it, but now it was actually happening. I caressed his meat up and down, while my other hand reached down and cupped his balls. They were loaded as hell. I gently squeezed them, and as I did so his prick stood to full attention, a fully erect 10 inch magnificent cock.
He gazed at me. “You’ve been wanting to do this for a while, haven’t you?”
I smiled up at him.
“You want to do more than just touch your boss's dick, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. More than anything.” I dropped to my knees. I knew what needed to be done, and I knew what was expected of me.
I opened my mouth and my soft tongue darted out, curiously lapping the pre-cum from his cock head. It tasted salty and sweet, unlike anything I’d ever tasted before. The big head pressed against my lips, asking to be let in. I opened wide and tried my best, the size of it stretching out my lips as I popped the head into my mouth, while my hand worked his rippling shaft.
My hand struggled to get all the way around it due to its sheer girth, so I had to jack him half-handed, while my other hand stroked his full balls. He gently rubbed the top of my head, encouragingly. I continued to suck on his dick, and he stepped forward slightly, thrusting his tool further into my mouth.
I bobbed my head up and down on his enormous length, really trying to get good suction. But only a few inches in and I was already almost gagging. I couldn’t believe I was taking this huge cock inside my mouth. Mr. Alexander seemed to be pleased, as he looked down at me, his face contorted in pleasure as I sucked his hard dick like a good little slut.
“Good girl. Now it’s time to get you ready for your alpha boss,” he said, and with that placed his hands on my waist and lifted me up, his strength so great that he carried me over to the desk with ease, where he placed me down on my ass. He stood before me just in his socks and shirt, his thighs shimmering, the muscles on them flexing as his huge dick swayed about in front of him.
I sat back, rested on my hands and spread my legs, my black skirt riding up and exposing my soaked panties. Before I knew it, Mr. Alexander was on his knees, his face level with my aching pussy. His fingers pulled my panties to one side, exposing my freshly shaven pussy.
His long tongue pressed up against my little clit, which tingled uncontrollably as he began to lick the folds of my tight slit. His tongue delved deep inside me. My pussy walls clamped down around his tongue and drew it in further, sucking him in.
“Sir… don’t stop!” I gasped, my juices dripping down onto the mahogany of the desk.
“Good girl… yum.” He said, licking his lips and looking into my eyes.
“Sir… I need more!”
“Well, now it’s time for the main course. Just what you’ve been yearning for.” He gazed at me with those steel blue eyes.
He pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it to the floor, as his hands ripped down my wet panties. Before I knew it, my skirt was off and I was nude from the waist down. With my pussy fully exposed to him and my legs parted, he lowered himself onto me. He lined up his huge cock with my impossibly tight pussy, and began to press the head up against me.
He didn’t waste any time. I screamed out, holding onto his taut buttocks that clenched underneath my fingertips, as he thrust as much of his length as he could inside me, impaling me. The pain blended with intense waves of pleasure, and my hands ran up from his ass to his muscular back, holding onto him tightly as he began to slowly and rhythmically drill his cock in and out of me. I felt it hit my cervix, and I clamped down on his girth, his balls tightening as his eyes winced and watered.
I scream
ed out again as I felt what it was like to be truly screwed hard, by a real man, as my rampant boss thrust his hips like a wild animal, groaning as he pummeled me.
He slid out of me, and I instantly felt empty, longing for it to be inside me again. He grabbed hold of my waist with both hands and flipped me over onto all fours on the desk. He climbed up and pressed down on the small of my back, encouraging me to arch my back, and I did so, parting my legs and sticking my pert, fleshy ass up in the air, ready and waiting.
He kneeled between my legs, and again lined up his meaty cock with my eager pussy. He started to push himself into me once more. This time he slid in a lot more easily. He pulled my hair back, the traction causing me to arch my back further as he nailed me from behind.
“That’s it, you’re a my little slut, aren’t you? Horny little bitch in heat needs a real alpha to take control!”
I was in heaven, getting pounded hard. I felt Mr. Alexander’s big balls slapping against my hard little clit, as I felt an amazing climax rise up inside me.
My whole body shook as I came hard, shrieking at the top of my lungs. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I squirted around the wide shaft, soaking his big balls and muscular thighs behind me. I felt his strong hands on my ass, my quivering walls gripping his girth as his balls tightened against me. But just when I thought he was about to shoot his load inside me, he pulled out.
I instinctively turned around and sat on the edge of the desk. I licked my lips as Mr. Alexander stood in front of me, presenting his vast member to my awaiting mouth again. The helmet was huge, and I stretched my mouth wide in an earnest effort to try and gobble as much as I could. He helped me out by thrusting his hips forward and spearing my face. I mumbled into my throat-full of cock, and realizing it was way too much for me, Mr. Alexander pulled out for a moment, allowing me much-needed oxygen.
He pressed his cock head up against my cheek, and I playfully moved my head to one side to run my mouth up and down his wide girth, wanking him with my mouth. I felt the stick between my lips begin to twitch. I ran my tongue up and down the veined python, and reached up to cup his churning nuts. Mr. Alexander cried out like a wolf, as he blasted his hot, sticky seed right onto my face. I opened my mouth as several ropes of cum spurted out, splattering me. Most of it ran down my chin and splashed against my perky clothed tits.
With a messy face I opened wide, as my new boss milked his big pole downwards, drizzling the last drop of his seed onto my tongue.
He gave a satisfied sigh. “Good girl. Good girl.”
I licked my lips. “But, Sir, why didn’t you cum in my pussy? You know I would have loved that.”
“Because I don’t want to get you pregnant, your work was too good for that. And you’re going to be here for another couple of months. If your work deteriorates, then you might find yourself with a full womb. Okay?”
I nodded with innocent eyes and licked my cum covered lips. “Yes Mr. Alexander, Sir. I understand.”
THE END
Going All The Way With Dad’s Best Friend
Chapter 1
Being home for the first time in months was like a breath of fresh air she hadn’t realized she’d missed.
Seeing the clutter of garden tools at the front yard, where her mother usually spent her afternoons when she was bored, was even better.
Isabelle Monty stared at her house with a smile on her face, loving the way it looked against the backdrop of the sunny California sky. The house was a huge mansion in a contemporary Mediterranean style, with some modern flourishes added here and there along the years – a vision in itself, with its open court and homey feel that made living here so much fun.
College was nice and a rather good change for her, but the nondescript halls and serious atmosphere made her feel stifled and homesick.
But that was over, and a new part of her life was just about to begin.
Excited at the prospect, Isabelle dragged her bags to the front steps and let herself in.
The living room was quiet, but the fresh flowers in situated corners made her practically giddy as she kept dragging her bags with her. Setting them upright beside the couch, she took one of the rose stems from the coffee table and sniffed appreciatively before wandering to the kitchen, where she could hear voices.
Her mother, Anna Monty, was speaking to their cook, a chubby sweetheart named Santiago who’d been in the family for years. He was older than her parents and was like the perfect Spanish grandpa, warm and stern at the same time. Santiago spotted her first, his eyes roving her figure before giving her a disapproving frown.
“You’ve grown thin. I don’t like it.”
The smile that Isabelle had earlier grew into a full-blown grin as her mother looked in her direction, pretty gray eyes lighting up. Then it was a matter of her mother ushering her into the kitchen and Santiago clucking at her like a mother hen, lecturing her about the need to eat at all times and putting plate after plate in front of her. She looked at the selection – homemade waffles with Santiago’s special whipped cream and fresh fruits, buttered omelette with herbs and freshly squeezed orange juice, with a side cup of hot chocolate.
She was truly, happily home.
With no protest whatsoever, Isabelle solemnly announced that she wouldn’t be skipping any meals from now on. She gave the rose to Santiago, who was absolutely delighted at the gesture.
Then she enthusiastically dug in and made sure to eat every last bite.
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Once breakfast was done and she was back in her room, the first thing on the agenda was to unpack her bags and put everything in its place again. She always loved organizing and being prepared for everything – a trait that she’d gotten from her father, the ever-practical businessman.
After that, she checked out her graduation gifts, and files that she could use for her first job interview in a few months. Being the only daughter of a successful businessman didn’t mean getting a job right off – she was stubborn in her refusal to work for her father’s company, preferring to get an independent job on her own and work hard to get to the top. It was a matter of pride for her – and really, what was the point of all the freaking studying in college and getting all those great grades when the job was no challenge to attain at all?
Checking out files turned to arranging, then creating her portfolio – a task that took an hour or so of her time as she gathered up all the articles she’d written for her college paper. She would have continued on, completely lost in what she was doing, if not for the abrupt ringing beside her.
With a frown, Isabelle reached for her phone and took the call. “Hello?”
“Sweetheart, are you cooped up in your room on your first day out of college? Because if you are, I’m going to have to physically drag you out of there and force you to come down here and get some sun.”
Her father’s voice removed the frown from her face as she jumped out of her bed. “Where are you?”
“Down by the pool. Come here and give me a hug,” he said with a chuckle.
Isabelle put down the phone and practically skipped downstairs.
The sight of her father made Isabelle’s day complete, and she launched herself in his arms and allowed him to give her a bear hug.
“It’s good to see you, dad,” she said.
“Good to see you, too, kiddo,” he said, blue eyes crinkling. While Isabelle’s mom had a slender built and a refined stature, Isaac Monty had always been on the rough side – beard on his chin, unkempt silver hair and a devil-may-care rugged face that looked handsome when he grinned. They were complete opposites and absolutely perfect for each other, and she loved seeing them together.
But Isabelle was particularly close to her father, so seeing him was a different kind of joy altogether. She grinned at him, ready to pepper him with questions about how he was doing and his health when a figure behind him snagged her attention.
She tilted her head, and whatever fiery words were supposed to come out died down
in her throat at the sight of him.
Her father’s best friend.
James Lucas was a few years younger than her father and a whole lot taller, with no sign of wrinkles or body fat on him. He’d been a staple in the house since she was a kid, and she remembered having a crush on him during her teenage years. He’d always been nice to her and interested in what she had to say – and she, predictably, fumbled around like the geek she was.
She’d also fantasized about what it would be like to be with him – but of course, fantasies were just fantasies, and she got over it as soon as the college workload hit her like a ton of bricks.
College is over now, Iz.
What he looked like during those times was nothing compared to what he looked like now.
James was as fit as ever, and his smile literally took her breath away as it started out slow, then turned up inch by inch until it became a full-out grin. He looked tanned and relaxed, dark brown hair casually disheveled and green eyes twinkling as he eyed her in the same friendly manner as before.
“Hey, kid,” he said.
His low tone made her nerves jump, but she managed to get out a smile instead of turning red, like she usually did. “Hi, James.” Suddenly feeling a bit tongue tied, she turned back to her father. “Dad, want to get some coffee? I have a favor to ask.”
“Sure. Actually, it’s perfect that you’re here because James and I are just finishing up and I wanted to catch up with you.”
“Oh.” Translation: more time looking at James. Oh, boy. “Okay.”
Her father ushered the two of them to the backyard patio and coincidentally, sat Isabelle and James side by side. The man’s strong presence beside her and the warmth of his body made her nervous, replaying all those times he’d visited their home and she’d daydreamed about him like the young kid she was. James had always been fit – sleek muscles, casual grace, and an alertness that suggested he observed people without letting them become aware of it.
