by Jamie Knight
Unless I make it absolutely clear, I’m not going to let him talk or think about himself that way anymore.
“You’ve shown me what kind of filth and garbage I was putting up with, so it’s my turn to show you unequivocally how valuable and important you are, Tommy!” I say as I finish fitting myself under the bathroom stall door and stand up to face him.
The Tommy I see is sitting haphazardly on the toilet, looking out of breath and lost.
He looks like he’s had some part of his soul drained.
But at the same time, he also looks like he’s responsible for the draining. That he would rather be drained to the point of death, then sit and be confronted by me.
The moment he sees me, he looks even more pained and more tortured, as if I’ve never given him comfort, only suffering. He puts his hands in front of his face and lets out a pathetic and cute wail.
At that moment, he sounds like a puppy who’s afraid of being reprimanded and who needs love and reassurance at the same time.
“You shouldn’t have spent any money on me,” he says mournfully. “I’m not worth any of it. Not one cent!”
He sucks in a breath, but that’s only the preamble to yet more whines. “You weren’t supposed to fund this whole date! I was!”
As he says this, he actually meets my eyes.
He jabs a thumb at himself.
“I’m your boss! Your boyfriend! I should be the one treating you to things today! I should be the one funding my own wardrobe update! Not you!”
He grimaces, takes a deep breath, but only breaks down into more sadness and self-pity. “I was going to do that for you. Until...”
Here, he can’t continue.
I can’t help it. He looks so fragile and adorably distraught, I just move up to hug him. I want him to continue telling me what’s wrong. I’ve been waiting all day for him to tell me something other than, “It’s nothing.”
So, I bend down next to him, hold his hand, and encourage him.
“What happened, honey? What’s got you in such a rough spot all day? It’s not just me spending my money, is it?”
For a moment, I fear that’s exactly what it is. I fear that I’ve accidentally emasculated him while trying to treat him to the best day of his life.
But he shakes his head and cuddles into me for the first time since he ended up in the bathroom.
“My dad,” he squeaks.
“Your dad, what?” I ask, but I’m afraid of the answer. I’m afraid of whatever the details are, but I know I need to hear them. If I have any chance of helping him get through this, I have to know what happened, no matter how terrible it is.
“He took my money from me,” he says, finally releasing that painful truth to me like a nail in his hand. “He took my money from me on Friday, after I went out of my way to take it out of the bank to spend for today. Just for this special day. Just for you. Just for my wardrobe, and he took all of it!”
I’ve gone from feeling concerned and disturbed to feeling angry and helpless.
“He left me with only about a hundred or two hundred or so,” he continues. “Not nearly enough. Not the five thousand dollars I had before. That’s why I didn’t want to buy anything.”
He looks truly wretched.
“I didn’t have any money to. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin anything!” He tries to pull away from me, but I hold firm. “But I guess I ruined things for you anyway!”
I get closer to him, hold him close, and make him look me in the eye.
“Stop that. No more of that. You didn’t ruin anything. If anyone ruined what this was supposed to be, it’s your dad, for stealing what money you had set aside for our day today! You did nothing wrong, honey! Absolutely nothing.”
I lean forward and kiss him on the lips. When I pull away, I make plans in my head of what I’m going to do next — something involving his zipper, and his casual jeans.
“I’m just sorry you didn’t feel safe enough to tell me at the beginning of the day what had happened. You can tell me anything, Tommy. Anything at all. Even that, even though I know now how embarrassing it must’ve been.”
Slowly, I move my eyes down to his pants. Just as slowly, I bring my fingers up to his concealed zipper.
“I’m sorry if I put you through any more distress accidentally, but I’d like to make it up to you. I’d like to give you something nice and relaxing. Something to get this date back on track.”
With these words, I slowly unzip him and unbutton him, happy that he doesn’t do anything to stop me. He doesn’t argue with me about what I’m doing or why, or whether he’s worthy of it or not. He just lets me unbutton and unzip him.
“Especially after you’ve been so brave and strong as to keep your pledge of celibacy, even with your monster of a boss clamoring for a taste of you.”
Saying this, I lick my lips and prepare myself for my first gaze of Tommy’s cock. As I put my hand in through the opening I’ve made in his jeans, I know I’m in for a treat. It’s hard and just the perfect size for some good fun.
As I finally succeed in pulling Tommy’s hard cock free of his underwear and pants and get my first look along with my first feel, it’s exactly what I was imagining. Exactly as I had hoped — thick and long.
I lick my lips, already drooling at looking at all those inches I’m about to enjoy in my mouth.
“Just sit back and enjoy, my love. Your girlfriend’s got it all under control.”
With that said, I bring my lips down on his cockhead. The moment my lips touch him, I’m in heaven. And so is he, by the gasp that floods the open air, and the tremble I feel rock through us both.
Chapter Forty-Four - Tommy
The minute Melissa puts her mouth down on my dick, I’m breathless as well as speechless.
After weeks of fantasizing about her doing something like this to me, and years of dreaming and praying for a good girl to show me love this way, I’m out of my head with pleasure.
It’s slick, wet, and warm.
But more than that, it’s the feeling of Melissa’s tongue on my length that is driving me wild.
She pushes her mouth all the way down to my base, before coming back up. As she moves up, she makes the hungriest, the most delighted sound I’ve ever heard. The one I’ve been hoping I would hear from a girl as she blows me.
After this first trip up and down my length, Melissa sets herself into a slow rhythm.
As she moves her mouth and tongue along me, around my shaft and cockhead, I watch her. I savor every moist, sucking sound that reaches my ears and every moan of pleasure and delight that follows.
I shiver, feeling the tremble and squeeze of her lips with more and more clarity, the more noise she makes. It’s like her happy, committed slurping makes me feel things more deeply. And watching her, the way her cheeks bulge out to accommodate my girth, the way her lips expand and glisten with her saliva, that makes me even harder.
Watching me watch her, Melissa makes her eyes bigger.
She bats her eyelashes at me and murmurs, “My boyfriend has such a big, thick cock. The biggest, most thick cock I’ve ever seen. It satisfies my appetite, one I’ve had for years, so well, Tommy.”
She’s taken her mouth off me some to say this, but as she says that last part, she plunges her mouth back over me. As she does so, I whimper and shiver. I grip her hair, pulling her head down onto me just slightly.
Feeling my hands in her hair, Melissa picks up her speed. Where her previous sucking and licking rhythm was slow and methodical, this one is faster.
It is more vigorous, intent on making me stiffen. So much so, that I’m actually beginning to shake under the stiff, hard pulses going through me.
I let out a stiff, strangled groan. “Oh my God, pet,” I whisper, feeling sucked into the sensations running up all around and through my cock.
Sensations feeling like a silky flame rubbing the inside of my veins inside
the walls of my cock. It’s a strange, addictive sensation. One I’m beginning to like, the more I’m feeling it.
“Oh my God, Melissa! It feels so good and so strange! Like you’re sucking and licking me in a place that shouldn’t exist!”
I hang on to Melissa’s hair a bit tighter and lean back.
The moment I do that, Melissa comes down on me with more energy. She tightens her lips around my shaft, and really begins to bob up and down. She’s going so fast I can barely tell where one trip up and down begins, and another one ends. Under it all, I’m beginning to pant and squirm.
Just when I think that she’s making me as excited and as pleasure drunk as she possibly can, Melissa reaches up and grabs my balls. She massages and fondles them, at the same time that she circles my base, shaft, and head with her tongue. Her massage and fondling of my balls begins to match the rhythm of her mouth and tongue.
I let out a whimpering laugh as the sensations collide, and I feel simultaneously tender and tight. I’m ready to explode in a fiery ball of hard, happy jolts of electricity, and melt into a pool of magma.
But my laugh quickly turns into a cry of pleasure, followed by labored breathing. Through it all, Melissa keeps up her pace, even when I’m trembling and shaking under her lips. Even when I start to squirm on the toilet seat, and feel myself arching up and toward her, she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t lose her hold on me.
“Oh my God, pet!” I ball my free hand up, feeling my balls clench, and my shaft fills with a warm, fiery release. “Right there! Right there!”
My other hand, the one curled in Melissa’s hair, that one tightens. It grips her even more, but Melissa doesn’t respond negatively. She gives me a delighted squeal instead, using this as a moment to increase her already fast speed.
But now she begins to focus all her attention on my cockhead, nibbling and licking it in alternating patterns and speeds. As she does so, she moans happily, like she’s eating the best meal she’s ever had.
With each little nibble and lick, I twitch. And I feel myself building toward release. Melissa feels it too, and that’s when she decides to go back to sucking on my shaft — like a lollipop.
She does so with so much strength and dedication, I feel like a chocolate and peanut butter cup having its peanut butter scooped out and by the softest, most exotic-feeling tongue.
Before I realize it, my orgasm is on me. Like a sparkling wave of blissful, tender pleasure, I’m suddenly melting from the inside out. The warmth and tingling that I’ve been feeling in my shaft, and in my balls has suddenly leaked out and upward. It’s pumping through me like liquid lightning, and it’s filling Melissa’s eager mouth.
With each rolling, bursting shot of my cum, she’s there immediately lapping it up and gulping it down with fervor and lust. And this only makes me cum more for her. My balls clench even tighter than I thought possible, squeezing out another load.
It’s a small one, but it comes with a huge, thundering ball of pleasure. Sensitivity and tenderness like I’ve never experienced before. It’s like my cock is a lightning rod, and Melissa’s the storm. And her storm has just hit me.
Under it, I shake. I moan though it’s a low, animalistic groan. As it rattles up and through me, so does that last load. It shoots out in thin, hot streams. All of which Melissa immediately accepts into her warm throat. Her throat twitches and jiggles with anticipation. I’m happy to feed her totally and completely.
“So much sweet cum,” says Melissa as she swallows the last little bit I’ve given her, and seals it with a tongue-heavy kiss on my lips — one that tastes strongly of my seed. But it’s not a turnoff. If anything, it makes me even warmer.
“I do believe I’ve milked you dry, sir.” As Melissa murmurs this going in for a second kiss, I pull her toward me. I make her sit on my lap as she kisses me while I get my hand into the front of her pants.
Even without my cock in her, her pussy is already wet, slick, and ready for me. I can tell by the juice on her lower lips. I also feel her legs trembling, begging me to spread them and enjoy her.
I will, but out of this bathroom and out of the public eye.
As it is, I can hear someone coming toward our makeshift love nest. A very sporty, jock-sounding guy. Someone I’m not eager to have find us fooling around. I give Melissa one final kiss, being sure to run my tongue along the roof of her mouth before pushing her from my lap and onto her feet.
“I want you,” I whisper. “Badly. But not here. Not now.”
Right as I whisper this, the door to the bathroom comes open, and a new pair of feet traverse the floor. The feet stop in front of one of the urinals, and within a few seconds, Melissa and I both hear the sound of piss draining into the porcelain.
Melissa looks at me, appearing extremely flushed and excited. She’s so red around her mouth and cheeks, you’d think she’d come down with a fever.
“At my place then,” she whispers. “I think we’ve done enough shopping for today.”
Over her whispered words, the man shakes himself off, zips himself up, and leaves the bathroom. All without seeming to notice or care about the fact that two people are in a stall together. Which is fine by me.
I’m ready to put the shopping behind us and get back to Melissa’s. Where I plan to taste her fully if that’s what she desires.
I stand up from the toilet, put my cock back in my pants, zip-up, and volunteer to be the first out the door.
As I unlock the stall door and step outside into the main bathroom, I say, “Maybe after I take you, we can order takeout.”
Melissa slips out of the stall and out from behind me. Quickly, she goes to grab all of our shopping bags.
Enough for at least two or three in each hand, and says, “Lovely. If it means we get to stay in longer, then I’m all for it.”
With that, she exits out of the bathroom, making me watch every swish of her hips and every shake of her ass as she goes.
By the way she looks back at me over her shoulder, I know she knows how crazy she’s making me. And that just makes me love her — and want her — all the more.
Chapter Forty-Five - Melissa
With my mouth still tingly from giving Tommy the blow job I’ve been dreaming of giving him for at least a week now, we leave our secret hideaway, and head back through the fancy cobblestone pathways flowing through the outdoor mall, to the parking lot, where my car is no doubt baking in the sun.
While we started our shopping adventure in the early morning, it is now late afternoon. At least two or three p.m., based on the position of the sun. Although my stomach should be bugging me for food by now — usually, it’s growling and gurgling up a storm right at noon — the only hunger I feel is in my pussy.
With these thoughts to preoccupy me as I adjust my hold on the various bags in my fingers and make my way toward where we left the car, I can’t take my eyes off Tommy. The roundness of his ass. The strength and steadiness of his step. The bit of heat I can see growing on the back of his neck, and around to his jawline.
The moment we are within sight of my parked car, I take out my keys, press a small button on a keychain control, and unlock the doors. While I’m loading the various bags in the back — including Tommy’s smaller bag, the one he’s been clutching the entire time — he gets in the passenger side, buckles himself up, and closes the door.
Far from feeling insulted or left behind by this gesture, I’m made more excited and turned on. It’s hard to explain, but, by being left to pack the car, while my boss sits and waits on me, that’s sexy. It makes me feel like his personal pet or slave, but without the “you’re my bitch” connotations this used to have with Dennis.
When all the bags are secured in the back, splayed across both the floor and the backseat, I shut the door, before going around to my side of the car. When I climb inside and put the keys in the ignition, Tommy’s eyes grab mine.
“I’m a greedy, needy boss, Melissa. Though I had every intent
ion of lavishing my money and time on you today, it seems I’ve done nothing but take that from you.”
His features darken around this, but not in the scary, angry way it happened before. This time, it’s like he’s accepted the fact that he needs so much for me, and instead, is going to use it to his and my benefit with no shame.
“And I’m afraid I’m going to have to continue to do that, pet. When we get to your place, I’m going to have to have to take you in all the ways I’ve wanted to take a woman and never had the chance.”
Here, some of his dark, bossy mask cracks. Underneath it, I see warmth and playfulness.
“Then, I’m going to be greedy and needy some more. I’m going to demand that you show me a good first time, as my pet. As the woman who is the only one who knows how to deal with me when everyone else usually runs away or gives up.”
He studies me, licking his lips.
“What do you say to all that? Do you still love me, your greedy, needy boss?”
I don’t have to think about my answer, already, my heart is melting. “I say yes, sir.”
Gently, I flick on the air conditioner. As much for our overall comfort, as to keep me from getting too hot and bothered before we get back home.
“And even if you are needy or greedy, two things I don’t see in you by the way, but even if I did, I don’t mind. After the way everyone else has been with you, you have a right to be needy with me. Greedy of my time and attention, boss.”
Here, I lean over and kiss him. I hold onto his face and plunge my tongue into his mouth. I alternate between fondling his mouth with my tongue and nibbling his lips.
Briefly, I pull away from the kiss, whispering, “I’m more than willing and equipped to give however much you need, however often, my love.”
Saying this, I dive down for another kiss — another trip to paradise. This kiss has some tongue to it as well, as well as a wandering hand. Although it’s warm in the car, and that the place is public, I’ve started to mess around with Tommy’s T-shirt. I slip my hand under it.