by Lisa Chase
He looked down as her nipples brushed against him, and she took a deep breath, trying to maintain her victorious grin.
“Oh really?” he questioned, arching an eyebrow, “So do you happen to have a spare fifty grand lying around or did you have something else in mind? Something maybe more… personal?”
Amanda swallowed hard and felt warmth grow between her legs. She hadn’t meant to imply that she would be willing to offer up something personal in return, but a thrill raced through her at the thought of how she might “make it up” to him under more personal circumstances. All of her wild fantasies of him in his black polo shirt began racing through her mind and she couldn’t wonder if that was what he had in mind.
“No… I mean, well, yes, but that wasn’t what I meant,” she started, but quickly realized that she didn’t want to spoil the opportunity. She looked up at him for any sign of mutual attraction, but only found his eyes entirely too blue for her to think straight. “I meant to say I will do whatever it takes to convince you to not to call the police…”
“Really?” he asked, seemingly even more amused. “Whatever it takes?”
Before she could correct herself again, she felt his hands rest gently on her hips and she shuddered from his touch. She knew she should tell him that she didn’t mean what he thought she meant, but her breath caught in her throat as his hands began to slide over her hips and up her waist. She took a deep breath and his eyes moved down her neck and lingered on her full breasts and the way they raised up and down frantically. Her apparent nervousness seemed to delight him and his eyes lingered, his expression looking as though he could devour her any moment.
“I think this could work,” he said as his hands ran behind her to her pert bottom.
Amanda’s pulse quickened as his hands moved lower and lower until they cupped her firm cheeks and sent a thrill coursing through her body.
“You do what I want,” he growled as he pulled her toward him, pressing her firmly against his already bulging groin, “and I'll do what you want. Do we have a deal?”
His breath tickled her face as he smiled down at her, his lips only inches away. She held her breath, wondering what might happen next, but before she could play the scenarios through her mind, his mouth came down hard and demanding on hers and his tongue slipped against the edge of her lips. Instinctively, she parted her mouth to catch her breath and his tongue darted inside, his sensuous motions sending thrills through her as he held her close against him and squeezed her tightly.
Amanda sighed and a small moan escaped her. All reason, every excuse, the guilt…it all flew out of her mind as she enjoyed the soft, velvety feel of his tongue as it danced with hers. When he finally released his hold on her, she was breathless and lost in her little fantasy. She felt like her body was on fire and all she wanted to do was feel him again, his skin against hers, his lips devouring her like he had in her dreams.
But instead of kissing her again, he pulled away from her and leaned against his car. He reached up and grabbed her hands, pulling her close until she was standing directly in-between his legs. He looked up at her as his hands ran over her hips and smiled.
“I want to watch you undress for me,” he told her with a serious expression.
Amanda hesitated, taken back by his bold request.
“You wrecked the car,” he reminded her. “And if you want me to be quiet, well, you’ll have to give me a good reason to.”
She swallowed hard as she stood there frozen in front of him. She was suddenly unsure of herself and the situation. How would undressing for him fix her major foul up? She must have wondered way too long, because her boss wasn’t willing to wait for to figure it out.
“Here, let me help you,” he said as he reached for the button on her jeans. In no time, he had released it and the already pulled her zipper down. Without resistance, he tugged them down over her wide hips, running his hands along her exposed thighs until her pants were wrapped around her knees. A thrill of anticipation shot through her as he pushed her jeans lower and lower until they were puddle around her ankles.
“Now, take them off,” he said simply.
She stepped out of her pants and his hand returned to her waist, his fingers brushing over the edge of her slinky black thong. Slowly, he slid his hand along the soft black material until he was rubbing the front of her soft mound, inspiring warm wetness to slip from between her thighs. She tried to take a step back, but he pulled her closer to him instead.
Amanda gasped as he slid the thin fabric of her G-string aside and his fingers found her soft lips. He explored her warm wetness and she could feel herself dripping with desire for him. When his thumb slid along her length and pushed her lips open, she nearly squealed. She felt shivers of pleasure as he discovered her most sensitive place. Her knees buckled as he teased her swollen bud, touching and rubbing her as she tried to control herself. She was steadily getting more and more aroused by his tantalizing touch and her entire body began to tremble before him. Finally, she let out a quivering moan as she spread her legs to give him better access.
Mr. Wilson responded by hungrily pulling her panties down around her knees and opening her lips with his fingers. As he knelt down in front of her, she felt his breath on her button and shivered with anticipation. He leaned in and ran his tongue over it, slowly tasting and teasing her as she widened her stance. He held her open with one hand as his other hand caressed her bottom, squeezing handfuls of her suppleness. His other fingers slid along her lips, exploring her slickness as his mouth claimed her little nub and drove her wild. She groaned with pleasure and felt her juices dripping down her soft thighs.
“You are so hot,” he said as his fingers teased her wet opening.
She gasped as he slid one finger into her tight slit and he continued to suck and pull on her bud. The sensation was incredible and her muscles began to shudder involuntarily as an orgasm rose within her. She moaned, her hands grabbing handfuls of his hair as she struggled to continue to stand. When he nipped her bud with his teeth and pushed a second finger deep inside her, she was overwhelmed with pleasure and she could no longer hold back. The orgasm coursed through her body and she was beyond control. She shuddered and shook as he claimed her swollen bud, taking her over the edge as waves of pleasure washed over her and she came into his mouth.
Her whole body was still quivering when he pulled away. He had barely given her time to come down from her climax when he gave his next order.
“Now, take off your shirt,” he said as his hand continued to toy with her bud, keeping her aroused and ready for whatever might be next.
She slowly began to pull the thin silk shirt over her head, revealing the fact that she hadn’t worn a bra. As she took her time, she gasped when she suddenly felt him cup her breast and gently squeeze her sensitive nipple. His touch sent electricity running down to her sex and she struggled to get the shirt off quickly.
Before she could remove it completely, his tongue began another relentless assault down there. She felt her body instantly tense as he lapped up her warm juice and sucked on her bud, teasing her body mercilessly. When she finally tossed her shirt to the ground, she looked down her body until her eyes met his.
“Do you know what’s going to happen next?” he asked.
She shook her head and bit her lower lip with anticipation.
“I am going to take you, just like you want,” he said as he flicked her bud with his tongue and sent a thrill of excitement down to her toes.
“Oh yes, please,” she answered without thinking.
“Please what? What do you want?” he asked suggestively as his mouth nipped and sucked on her little nub.
The sensations he was creating were undeniable. He was driving her crazy, making her muscles contract with need as he questioned her desires. But she knew what she wanted. She wanted to feel his hardness inside her, stretching her, his groin pounding against her until they both found their release. “Oh, please,” she moaned.
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��Not until you say it,” He commanded, threatening her with his wicked tongue.
“Please,” she said again as he licked the length of her slit and then plunged his tongue into her tight wetness. “Please, Mr. Wilson.”
“Say it,” he whispered more forcefully, his tongue running along the length of her swollen lips again.
“I want you inside me,” she finally confessed. Even she was surprised by the intensity of her statement as she breathlessly waited for his response. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long.
“Take my pants off,” he commanded as he kissed her mound and rose before her.
She did as he said, hastily unfastening his pants and sliding them down to release his throbbing manhood. There was nothing between them now expect desire as Amanda glanced down and realized just how long and firm he was. She touched him tentatively, her fingers sliding along him, enjoying the feel of his warmth and his growing hardness under her fingers. When he moaned, it inspired her to take control and she grabbed him with both hands, sliding them up and down over his thick shaft, feeling him stiffen even more under her ministrations. He was rock hard and the thought of turning him on made her wetter than before.
“You want me inside you, don’t you?” he asked as he watched the way she ran her hands up and down, sliding along his thick, hard member.
“Yes, Mr. Wilson. Please,” she begged, the feel of him in her hands making her muscles clench with desire.
“Then get down on your knees and show me how much you want me,” he said as he pushed her head down toward his hardness.
Amanda obeyed and kneeled in front of him, running her hands up his thighs as she leaned in and rolled her tongue over his swollen tip. It was so firm that she wondered what it was going to feel like as it drove to her depths. She felt her sex tingle with anticipation, her muscles squeezing involuntarily at the thought of him filling her up. Just then, she felt his hands pull her face closer and she squeezed his shaft, sliding her grip down to his thick base while her tongue followed, licking his hard length with the flat of her tongue. Her other hand cupped his balls as her mouth began to slowly work the top of his member. Little by little, she sucked more and more of him into her mouth as he groaned with pleasure above her. His noises inspired her to push her lips down further, desperately wanting to swallow him deeper to show how much she could take. Finally, he leaned his head back and let out a long, deep groan as she sucked and moaned against him, all the while her body craving to feel him inside it.
Just when she felt him begin to pulse between her cheeks, he quickly pulled her to her feet and she gasped, her breath ragged and her body tense with desire.
“Now, bend over,” he commanded, whipping her around to face the car.
Amanda leaned forward and placed both of her hands on the hood, her ass in the air in front of him. She glanced over her shoulder and watched him move behind her, slipping his hardness deep between her thighs and pressing it against her sex. When she felt his hands positioned on her hips, she held her breath and braced herself for his entrance.
“Open your legs,” he ordered as he kicked her legs apart. As she spread her thighs, her folds parted, exposing her wetness to him in a way that made her feel vulnerable.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked as he pressed his head firmly against her tight opening.
“Yes, Mr. Wilson,” she answered breathlessly, instinctively bucking back.
“I believe you,” he said as his cock slid across her soaked lips. “Lips can deceive, but the body never does.”
With that, he slid the tip in just a bit and she tried to press herself back against him, desperate to feel him fill her passage.
“Not yet,” he said as his hand slid down the front of her and found her little bud again. His hands pressed against her mound as he circled her sensitive pearl and squeezed it gently. The sensation was almost too much to take and she moaned aloud, wanting to feel him inside her crease now more than ever.
But Mr. Wilson kept himself just at the edge of her opening as his thumb made small circles around her bud, teasing her, taunting her as more wetness slipped from her burning desire. His hardness pressed gently against her, the smooth skin of his head tickling her entrance as she writhed in sweet agony. She tried to push against him, tried to draw him inside her, but to no avail. His fingers played with her bud and she felt her body burn with need for him.
“Please,” she begged desperately, “don’t tease me anymore. I need you inside me.”
He seemed to listen to her plea and pushed his tip inside her just a little bit more. She squealed uncontrollably as she felt him stretching her open, slowly giving her inch after inch. He felt so amazing, filling her tight channel with his manhood and she strained to feel all of him, but instead, he pulled away. As he left her empty and desperate, she nearly cried with frustration as she bucked back to feel him again.
“Is this what you want,” he asked, squeezing her little bud until she quivered. When she couldn’t take anymore, he pushed the head of his member into her and paused.
“Yes, please,” she moaned, her voice a hoarse whisper.
“I didn’t hear you,” he said as he pulled himself back out. “Tell me what you want, Amanda.”
Amanda bucked frantically trying to push him further inside so that she could feel him fill her once more. “Please,” she begged again, “Please, just fuck me.”
“Louder,” he said as his member slid a little deeper.
Amanda was wild now and desperate, losing all control of herself as she begged her boss to do things to her that she never imagined she would. “Please fuck me,” she nearly screamed, surprised by the desperation in her voice as she whimpered and pleaded.
He responded immediately, gripping her hips with force and plunging deep inside her. She felt her tight hole stretch open as she took his thick, hard member deep inside and he filled her up. Deeper and deeper he drove until she felt like she was going to split in two and she groaned with delight. The feel of him filling her slick channel was the type of pleasure she had only dreamed of before, and she pushed her hips back at him, wanting more.
When he was finally fully inside her, she felt a small fire begin to build inside her belly and she could feel herself get wetter and hotter. It seemed he could feel it too as he slowly pulled back out, taking his time to explore her sensitivity before his strokes became harder and more demanding. Soon, every thrust was harder and faster, driving her wild as he pounded her. With deeper, longer strokes, he increased his rhythm until she could hardly take anymore. The sensations he was creating were like nothing she had ever felt and she grew closer than ever to climax.
Suddenly, her body began to tremble and her muscles contracted against him as he thrust himself harder and harder between her thighs. She could feel him pulse against her channel with each stroke as he swelled inside her grip and she knew that he was close to climax as well.
He pulled her cheeks apart to open her up, and when he did, she felt him plunge as deep as he could, fast and hard until one last, deep thrust sent them both over the edge. Amanda felt his release as waves of pleasure washed over her. She quivered and writhed from the sensation and she almost collapsed from the force of it all.
Leaning against the car for support, she tried to catch her breath and regain some feeling in her body as the pleasurable sensations lingered. Barely able to stand, she slowly turned around and threw her arms around Mr. Wilson’s neck for support. Looking up at him, the euphoria only lasted so long until she realized how she had gotten there. She forced a smile at him and then looked down at the ruined side of his car.
“I am really sorry I screwed up your car,” she said softly, her gaze moving back up to his. “And I’m sorry that I went behind your back to borrow it.”
He caught his own breath before saying anything. “Well,” he finally said. “I’ve always known you were ‘borrowing’ my car, Amanda. Give me SOME credit, would you. It doesn’t take much to notice a few hundr
ed extra miles on the odometer.”
She blushed. “I didn’t really consider that, sir.”
A small smile played across his lips. “Once I saw how much fun you had driving it, I didn’t see any harm in letting it continue. I guess I just never expected you to wreck it.”
“Yeah, I’m so sorry about that,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
“I know you are. That’s why I’m going to take care of the bill. You’ve held up your end of the bargain so I’ll consider us even now.”
Amanda smiled with relief and began collecting her clothes. Even though she wanted to hang around and make out with Mr. Wilson some more, she figured she should go. She began to dress quickly, but something was still nagging at her. She had felt something, something more than just passion or lust, something she knew he had felt too and she wanted to address it. But when she looked over at him to bring it up, he simply acted as if nothing had happened between them at all.
When he finished dressing, he looked over at her and nodded. “Amanda,” he said as if greeting her for the first time. It was all he said before he turned and started to walk away.
She stood there shocked by his casual composure and just watched him, wanting to stop him, wishing she could say something, but the words just died in her mouth.
As he reached the door, he hesitated with his hand on the knob. She couldn’t help notice and her breath caught in her throat.
“Amanda?” she finally heard him say.
Her heart raced wildly. “Yes Mr. Wilson?”
He didn’t say anything, but she could see he was struggling with something inside. She willed her feet to walk over to him and finally her body listened. She closed the distance between them and drew herself close, standing directly in his line of sight. Looking up into his dark, blue eyes, she took a chance and confronted what she believed to be the chemistry between them.
“Yes, Mr. Wilson?” she asked softly, her lips mere inches from his.
