by Jamie Knight
“You want me in here, don’t you?” he asks, reaching down to grab my pussy lips between his fingers.
“Yes,” I moan, breathing into his ear.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” I beg. “Please. Please touch my pussy. Please fuck my pussy.”
I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. No one has ever made me feel this good before, or this dirty in a good way.
Looking down at his fingers as they rub my clit, he asks me, “Does this feel good? Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I tell him, as he kisses me again and puts two of his fingers up inside my pussy hole. I’m so wet that his fingers are immediately drenched in my juices.
“Look how much you want me,” he says, as he looks down at my wetness all over his hand, while rubbing my clit nearly to the point of making me cum. “This little pussy feels so tight. Have you ever…?”
He looks into my eyes now, and I shake my head, with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks, looking as if it’s too good to be true.
“Yes,” I nod, my feet gripping his ass as my pussy clenches tighter, because it wants him to change that.
“No one has ever touched this sweet little pussy of yours?” he asks, as he continues to play with it. “It’s all mine for the taking?”
“Yes, sir,” I answer. “It’s all yours. I want you to take it.”
He bends down to get a condom from the pocket of his pants. As he hurries to put it on, I marvel at the sheer size of his cock. I wonder if I can take it.
But soon, its head is up against my pussy and I’m leaning back against the wall, while his mouth is nibbling on my breast again. He’s holding his dick in his hand, teasing me with it while he chews my nipple.
“It might hurt a little bit,” he tells me. “But then it’ll feel good. I promise. You ready?”
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
In fact, I’ve never been more ready. I know we shouldn’t be doing this because he’s twice my age and he’s been my dad’s rival for a long time, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I don’t even want to. I want him to fuck me, for my very first time.
I look down just in time to watch his wide, thick cock enter my pussy for my first time ever. I gasp a bit in pain, my nails scratching his back, but I let him keep going in, remembering what he said about how it would soon be good.
He wasn’t lying, since soon my pussy feels entirely filled up by his big cock. With one of his hands, he twists and pulls on my nipple, while the other massages my clit as I watch his big cock go in and out of me.
“Good girl,” he says, as he plunges further inside me. “Good job taking my big cock. Does it hurt?”
“A little bit,” I admit. “But it also feels amazing.”
“Good,” he says, bending down a bit to bite one of my nipples while he pinches the other one.
“Ow!” I call out. “Now that hurts. But in a good way.”
“Just wanted to give you something to distract you,” he says, twisting my nipple a bit more. My wetness pours out onto his cock, as I feel even more turned on now by the way he’s being rough with me.
“That’s it,” he says, in a soothing voice as he starts pinching my clit now, while still pinching one of my nipples. “Let me have my way with you. Let me do what I want while I pop your sweet little cherry.”
His cock feels so good inside me that I start to moan while calling out his name. I feel so close to him that I wish there wasn’t a condom between us. But I don’t say that, because obviously I’m glad he’s wearing one, logically. Emotionally… I just want to feel him inside me as much and as close as I possibly can.
“Wesley. Wesley. That feels amazing. You’re making me cum.”
“Good,” he says, as I can feel his cock getting bigger inside me, pulsing and throbbing, as he slides his big cock in and out of me. “Because I’m cumming too. In your tight little pussy, which I just deflowered.”
I feel him cumming, into the condom inside me. I hold him tight, breathing hard.
Then we collapse beside each other on the bed, with Wesley’s arms wrapped around me after he takes off the condom and throws it into the waste basket in the corner. My pussy is still hot and twitching, enjoying how he made it feel and wanting more. This is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life, both emotionally and physically.
Chapter 29 - Mariah
The next thing I know, I’m waking up. The lovemaking session was so good but left me feeling so tired that I fell back asleep – I guess I didn’t get the best of sleep last night on the office couch. Wesley must have fallen asleep too, because he’s standing up, putting his pants on, and his hair looks messy and disheveled.
“Hey there,” he says, bending down to kiss me on the head. “That was amazing. But unfortunately, I have to go. I promised my Aunt Shelly I’d drive her in for some medical tests she has to have done. I wasn’t expecting… all of this, nor that I’d fall asleep afterwards, so I really have to hurry or I won’t get her there in time.”
“Okay,” I tell him, sad that he has to leave but also thinking it’s sweet that he’s helping out his aunt. “Good luck.”
“You should take your time; feel free to lounge around here for as long as you’d like. My house is your house.”
“Thanks,” I tell him, sitting up so that he can kiss me better.
And he does- long and strong and hard. I love that he’s a real man – an older man – and knows how to make me feel safe and protected.
Once he’s gone, I put on the fluffy, comfy robe he had brought me earlier, and explore the house a bit. The kitchen is gigantic, with enough counterspace to cook for a whole party of people. The dining room table looks like it should be in a castle.
Then, I wander into what looks like his home office. It is neat and tidy, with some papers on the desk. Looking down, I see that one of them includes details for a spacious, gorgeous house.
This looks perfect. It could be the million dollar house I could sell. My heartbeat races as I wonder if I can convince Wesley to let me do it. It shouldn’t be that hard, I figure, since he was just inside me and seems to want to be near me even more now. I don’t want to use him for sex. I have an emotional attachment to him too. A rush to be around him that makes me feel alive and happier than I’ve ever felt.
But I also want him to let me sell this house. The challenge of it makes my endorphins feel even stronger. I just know that I can convince him. What will happen after that? Well, we’ll have to work it out. I’m going to have to come clean with him about being my father’s daughter. But in the meantime, we can have a lot of fun. It’s not like he’s in love with me or anything. It’s not like I’m in love with him, right?
Right?
Chapter 30 - Wesley
A few hours later, I drop my aunt back off at her house before heading home. Her tests are pretty routine, due to a breast cancer scare a few years back, and luckily it looks like everything’s fine, although we won’t know for sure for a couple days until we get the results back.
Still, I always worry. Aunt Shelly always seems to be strong and stoic, but I know she worries, too, underneath her mask of steel strength. She’s no spring chicken, and I would hate to lose her. I don’t know what my life would be like without her constant support and encouragement – even if she is a little weird with all the hippie stuff.
“Thanks so much for taking me in for the tests,” she says, as I walk her to the front door. “Do you want to come in and have some tea?”
“No, that’s okay Aunt Shelly,” I tell her. “I have to be getting back…”
“To the office to see that smashing young realtor you have a crush on?” she guesses. “How are things coming along with her? You haven’t mentioned her all day, and I haven’t wanted to pry, but I’m just dying to know.”
“Actually, pretty well,” I tell her, leaving out the part about h
er being at my house right now.
I don’t think I’m ready to spring that on my Aunt Shelly. I’m blushing just at the thought of revealing to her how quickly things have moved already. I can’t believe everything we just did back at my house. And I can’t wait to rush home for me.
“You were right,” I tell Aunt Shelly. “I think she and I are really into each other. And why let a little thing like age stop what’s becoming a very good thing?”
Or a little thing like me being her boss. Or her currently being homeless.
None of these should be obstacles that stand in the way of love. Right? Wait a minute. Is this love? Isn’t it a little early to even be thinking that word?
I don’t know what’s fucking come over me. Usually I’m a lot more practical – and skeptical – about who I date. Or I just go for a one night stand because things are less complicated that way. I had even promised myself that I wouldn’t date any more younger women, after that last one who was clearly just using me.
But, I have to admit that I’ve been looking for the right woman for me for a long time, and then Mariah just happened to fall into my lap… or, rather, I happened to walk into my office and find her there dressed up in a slutty schoolgirl outfit, as if she was mine for the taking. How could I resist?
“Well, that’s good, Dear,” Aunt Shelly says, breaking me out of my thoughts – which is probably a good thing, before I get too carried away. “I told you that you both had great energy. I’m glad you’re letting things unfold and seeing what the universe has in store for you.”
It’s more that I’m charging full speed ahead and taking what I want with consequences be damned, but I’m not going to quibble with her over small differences like that.
“Thanks Aunt Shelly,” I say, giving her a kiss on the cheek before she goes inside. “Have a good afternoon.”
“You too, Dear. Have fun with your new girlfriend!”
New girlfriend. Ha. I have no idea what the fuck has gotten into me, but I like the sound of that.
With a smile on my face, I head home, hoping like a silly teenager that Mariah is still there. My wish is granted when I find her on the couch in my living room, dressed in jeans and a cute blouse, watching the TV with the remote in her hand.
She’s scratching my dog Carrie’s head – they’ve quickly become fast friends. And there’s nothing I like more than someone who is friends with my dog. Now I’m really smitten. Carrie’s tongue is hanging out, panting happily, letting me know she’s smitten too.
“Hello there,” she says, getting up to greet me. As she wraps her arms around me and I bend down to give her a kiss, I think, a guy could get used to this. “I was just enjoying hanging out at your awesome bachelor pad, and not having to work for once.”
“It’s not much of a bachelor pad anymore,” I joke. “And, I guess getting to take random days off is a perk of dating the boss.”
“Dating the boss, huh?” she asks me, calling me out as soon the words slip out of my mouth. “Is that what we’re doing?”
“Is that what you want to be doing?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she admits, wrapping her arms tightly around me. Then she looks up at me, her face getting more serious as she asks, “How did things go with your aunt?”
“Oh, good,” I tell her, relieved. “I think things are fine. You’ll have to meet her one day soon. I mean, I know she was in the office briefly, but you two will have to get together and chat. I’m sure she’ll adore you.”
“I’d love that,” she says, with a smile on her face. Then, the smile gets even bigger. “And you know what else? There’s something else I’d love to talk to you about. I have to admit, though… I did a little snooping while you were gone.”
Oh, great, I think, half as a joke and half seriously wondering what she could have gotten into. The half naked photos of old girlfriends I keep in a shoebox under my bed, but really should have gotten rid of long ago, since most of them make me think of them with disdain instead of fond or sexy memories? The bad song lyrics I’ve tried to write over the years, that I keep in a journal in my bedside stand? The porn videos I’ve downloaded on my computer?
“I went into your office,” she confesses. “Like the rest of this house, it’s a great home office, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I tell her, breathing a sigh of relief as I realize that there’s probably nothing that embarrassing in there, since it’s all business related.
“I saw some paperwork about a house on your desk.” She breathes deeply, and I can tell that what she wants to say is very important. “And I was wondering if I could be the one to sell it?”
I look at her, not sure if she’s serious.
“That house? It’s a million dollar house.”
“I know.” She just stares at me, not even blinking. She is definitely serious.
“Well, I like the fact that you’re down for a challenge,” I tell her.
She laughs and I can’t resist giving her another kiss.
“It’s funny you should mention that house,” I say.
I suppose it’s time to be open with her about everything. I sit down on the couch and she follows suit.
“My dad was kind of an asshole when I was growing up. I know that’s putting it bluntly, but, it about sums him up. As he got older, he started feeling bad about things and trying to make up for the past. He gave me a million dollars, and I bought that house. Just to sit on it and see how much I could turn it into. I’ve never felt a connection with it – it brings back kind of bad memories for me, rather than good ones. The point was for it to make me feel better about my relationship with my dad, but, it still always made me feel worse instead of better. So, I had the paperwork out because I’ve been thinking about selling it. But I don’t know if I even have the energy and time to invest in doing even that.”
“Well then you’re in luck,” she says, beaming that pretty smile of hers at me. “Because I know someone who will take selling it off your hands for you. Can I, please?”
She bats her eyelashes at me seductively, and I wonder how I could ever say no to her, even if I wanted to. And I don’t really want to. It’s true that I don’t even want to spend the time selling the house, but I’ve been wanting to get rid of it. And here’s my chance to do that, and to make her happy too.
“Okay, sure,” I tell her, as she gets up and jumps up and down.
“Thank you so much, Wesley!” she explodes. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
It makes me feel good to make her happy. Now, I just hope she find a buyer who will get me a good investment – because the market has been tight lately and I’m not sure anyone has the cash to lay out for such an expensive house. I suppose only time – and the hard work, grit and determination that I know Mariah has – will tell.
Chapter 31 - Wesley
It’s been over a month, and it’s hard for me to believe, but Mariah has sold my house and is getting ready to close on the sale. It’s not that I didn’t think she had it in her. It’s that she has surprised me by surpassing my already high expectations of her.
She’s been a rockstar at the office, closing on properties left and right. Who would have known that the cute young woman in the schoolgirl outfit was such a great seller? But finding a buyer for my property – for over 1.5 million – has been her biggest accomplishment to date.
Today, I get home from the office to find her standing in the kitchen in that long t-shirt she loves to wear when she’s lounging around. And I love to see her wear it. I especially love taking it off of her when it gets in the way of me doing what I want to do to her. I guess I shouldn’t have to mention that she’s been a rockstar in the bedroom, just like at the office.
“Well hello there,” I say, when I see that she’s cooking, but really what I want to eat is her.
“Hi honey!” she says. My Aunt Shelly is quite pleased as how quickly things have progressed between Mariah and me. Most people would think we
were taking things a bit too fast, but everything has been great, so I have no complaints. “I’m just cooking you a meal to thank you for letting me sell that house. I’m so excited to be so close to closing on it.”
“Well, I have something to congratulate you,” I tell her, closing the distance between us and taking her into my arms.
“And what would that be?” she asks.
“Just a kiss,” I say, as we lock lips and I grab her ass.
“Yeah right,” she says. “It’s never just a kiss with you.”
“You’re right about that,” I tell her.
She’s not wearing any underwear under her long t-shirt – just the way I like it. I bend her over so that she’s holding onto the kitchen table and her naked ass and pussy are sticking up in the air, as if inviting me to eat them as an appetizer before the main course she’s making.
“Yum,” I say, bending down to taste her delicious pussy.
“Oh, my God,” she says, wiggling her pussy in my face as I lick around and then inside her lips. “This always makes me feel so good.”
“Mmmm,” I answer, since my mouth is full of her juices. She rides my face for a while, so I can tongue her pussy hole while I reach around and play with her clit.
“Wesley,” she says, grabbing hard onto the table. “I’m going to cum. All over your mouth.”
“Cum in my mouth,” I say, but it comes out garbled. I start sucking on her clit, while fingering her wet, slippery hole.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she yells out.
When she’s done, she lays her head on the table, as if spent, but I’m not done with her yet.
“Now it’s time for me to fuck you,” I tell her.
I look down at her perfectly curved ass cheeks, then spank one of them a bit before taking off my pants.
“Ouch!” she cries out, but I know she loves it.
A red welt appears as I smack the other ass cheek, and tell her, “You’re such a bad girl. Letting me eat your pussy on the dining room table like that. I’m going to have to punish you. First you have to suck my cock and then you’re going to let me fuck your pussy.”
