by Jamie Knight
I couldn’t help but reach back down and play with her amazing pussy again, and I loved the sound of the sigh that escaped from her mouth as I did so. I wanted to push my cock inside that tight pussy of hers so bad I could barely restrain myself, but luckily, she had different plans.
There was still some ice cream sticking to one of her nipples, dripping down as it melted, and she took it on her finger tips and then put it on the head of my cock. Then she bent down, pretzel-shaped – her young body was so supple and flexible – and started sucking on it. It was just the head of it, but it felt so good I thought I might die.
I grabbed a hold of her big, bouncy ass cheeks as I pushed more of my cock into her mouth, forcing her to come closer to me on the freezer so that I could shove more of myself down her throat.
“Mrmph,” she murmured, but her eyes were looking up at me like she loved it, and she didn’t seem to have too much trouble getting most of my cock in her mouth.
But most was not enough. This was the only thing I was ever going to get to do with her, so, she was right – I wanted to do as much as we could without crossing the line of actual sex. I thrust my cock even further into her mouth, stuffing it full, until her little cheeks were puffed up like a blowfish and her pretty, innocent little green eyes were overflowing with tears.
“You okay?” I asked her, as I grabbed ahold of her hair and held it back.
“Yes,” she said, but it was muffled up against me, because my cock was shoved down her throat and my balls were stuffed up against her chin. “Yes, Boss.”
She was still sucking with a vengeance, and it felt so good I couldn’t stop myself from fucking her little mouth. Since I couldn’t fuck her pussy, I was going to ride her mouth until I came all over it.
I pulled her hair to move her head back and forth while I did it. She hummed against my cock as she ate it. She devoured it like it was the best thing she had ever tasted.
“Fuck yeah,” I said, reaching my other hand back again, to slap her ass. I loved watching it bounce against the towel while she was looking up at me with a mouth full of my cock. “Take your boss’s cock all the way inside that little mouth of yours and love it.”
“Yes, Boss,” she said, her eyes focused on mine while I had my way with her, spanking her ass and pulling her hair while she sucked on my big cock.
It was enough to drive me over the edge, and I felt my balls tighten at their base right before I felt myself shooting a load of my cum into her pretty little mouth.
“Mmmm,” she said, swallowing it up like a good little employee.
“That’s right,” I encouraged her. “Swallow your boss’s cum. Eat it all like a good little girl.”
And she did, too, lapping up all of it before finally letting my cock spring free of her mouth. There was still some cum dripping off the edge, and I couldn’t resist rubbing it all over her chin and then her breasts. Her little tongue went crazy, licking the rest of it off her chin as if she just couldn’t get enough of it, letting me rub it all over her nipples before eating it off along with any of the leftover ice cream from earlier.
“That was so hot,” she said, as she looked around for her clothes.
“It sure was,” I agreed, and then both of us were still, looking at each other, as if both of us were waiting for the other to speak.
I cleared my throat and reminded myself of what I had promised myself – promised her, too.
“But that’s it,” I told her. “We can’t ever do that again.”
“Agreed,” she said quickly.
“It sure was fun to do just once, though,” I told her, because I couldn’t resist savoring this feeling for just one second longer.
“It sure was,” she said, before turning away from me to grab the shirt she had chosen to put on.
I had to open the store back up, and get back to life as usual, but I sure wished I didn’t. I wished I could stay here and do whatever I wanted, when I wanted, to sweet, obedient, voluptuous Melissa.
But I had already gotten to live out a lot of my fantasies with her, and real life was about responsibility. I would just have to treasure this memory until I could somehow find something like this that I was actually allowed to have in real life. Even though I would always wish that could be Melissa.
Chapter 5 - Melissa
Two weeks later, I looked up from the Help Wanted ads because my parents were fighting again, and said, “Could you cool it, please? I’m trying to concentrate.”
“Stop being an ungrateful brat,” my mom said.
She always hated it when I called her out on fighting with my dad so much, and she would turn around and blame me for being the source of their problems, even though they had always seemed to hate each other, ever since I could remember.
“Yes, what your mother and I discuss is none of your business,” my dad added.
“It kind of is, when you’re ‘discussing’ it right in front of me, and cursing and shouting at each other while I’m trying to look into… college classes,” I told them, hurrying to find something I could say I was doing that wasn’t “looking for a new job because I let my boss eat me out and then I went down on him at work, and he hasn’t been back since, at least not when I’d been there, so I should probably take a hint and go elsewhere, but there are no jobs in this small town and I kinda still need a paycheck.”
It had been so hard to keep working at Unicorn Dairy after what we’d done in the back room.
I was always thinking – no, hoping – that Craig would just pop through the door any minute. But he didn’t. In fact, he was staying away more than he usually did.
I had started to feel angry at him, like he was avoiding me. I knew we’d both said we couldn’t do that again or do anything further. And that he was probably just trying to make sure that didn’t happen. I was silly to want something more to come from our crazy, forbidden fling. I had just thought that he wanted that, too – I thought I could feel it in his kiss.
But as my mom said, “Don’t criticize me; you have no idea what it’s like to be married,” I realized that she was probably right.
What the fuck did I know about marriage, or love, or life in general?
I had obviously mistaken Craig’s lust for love. Lust was all that had been in his kiss, I told myself. And I didn’t want to be in a relationship anyway, if my parents’ was any indication of how they normally turned out.
“Your mother’s right,” my father said, always quick to jump to her defense whenever she and I were fighting, even though normally he was the one arguing against her.
I often thought that he welcomed a break from fighting with her, and liked that her ire was focused on someone else, even if it meant throwing me under the breath. Those two had a twisted and sick dysfunctional dynamic so it wouldn’t surprise me if they used me as a pawn in the middle of their back and forth dance.
Man, I really need to get out of here somehow, I thought, although I had no idea how. As long as I could hang in there until the third week in August, when school was set to start, I’d be fine. But not having a job would really hamper my plans, so I didn’t know why I’d been so dumb as to let my hormones take over.
“You know, lately you’ve been very self-absorbed and rude,” my father continued, as if he was one to talk. “I think you need to learn to respect us. If you are out of line one more time, we won’t pay your college tuition.”
It was all I could do not to tell him to get off my back. He knew that that college tuition was what was most important to me in all the world. I wasn’t sure how I was going to remain “respectful” to them for that much longer, considering that they weren’t acting very respectful towards me, but I knew I had to.
I looked at the clock and realized it was time for me to go to work, since, so far, I hadn’t managed to find another job. I had applied at quite a few but no one was hiring.
Sighing, I said, “Yes, Dad, I’m sorry,” and started to gather my things.
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�Now that’s more like it,” he said, sounding satisfied.
I told myself to do everything in my power to stay on his good side for the next couple of months. It couldn’t be that hard. What the hell had gotten into me, doing such crazy things and also back talking my parents when I knew they hated it and they were my meal ticket out of here?
I hadn’t been acting like myself. But I was going crazy, wishing that Craig would come swoop me up in his arms, or at least scoop up more ice cream from the freezer and eat it off my nipples again.
God, that was so hot.
I had never felt anything like it.
I had wanted him to take my virginity so bad.
And even though I knew we shouldn’t, I couldn’t stop wishing we could do it again. I wanted his hands on my ass, spanking it and telling me to be a good little employee for him, to be his good girl, to cum on his hand or in his mouth, to swallow his cock and lick up his cum – all of those dirty, naughty things he had said to me in the back room a couple weeks ago.
But I had resigned myself to thinking that it was never going to happen again.
I was never going to even see him again, since apparently he didn’t want to come around anymore, he had managers to run things for him, and he only had to avoid this place until August, when I’d be gone.
Just get it into your thick head, I thought, as I drove myself to work.
The whole there, I tried to repeat that mantra, until I could start to live it – whenever that might be.
But then after I parked and got my apron from the front seat and walked into the doors of Unicorn Dairy, ready to face another boring day without seeing Craig again, I saw him standing behind the counter where we sold pastries and muffins and other sweets in addition to the ice cream, and smiling his charming smile at me.
“Um, hello,” I told him, nervously looking around, afraid that anyone else in the store could read me like a book and know all the dirty things I had let him do to me, and all the other dirty things I wanted to let him do more of to me.
But there was no one in the store but us.
“Why, hello,” he said, raising an eyebrow at me. “You don’t have to put that on.”
I had been in the middle of wrapping my apron around me when I’d walked in, so that I could be ready to start my shift. I stopped, worried that I was getting fired.
But the look on his face said that wasn’t it, at all.
Does he mean that he’ll just take it off of me right away anyway, then? I wondered, thinking, I could only be so lucky.
But then I found out it was even better than that.
“I’ve called Kyle to come cover your shift,” he said. “Tell him that you’re sick.”
“Yes, sir,” I told him, causing him to smile slightly.
I knew it reminded him of our time together in the back room. My panties were instantly soaked as I remembered it in detail myself, as if for the first time – as if I hadn’t been running those images through my mind over and over again during these excruciating days of being without his hands and mouth and cock all over me.
“I told myself not to see you again, but I just can’t help it,” he admitted. “You’re all I’ve been able to think about.”
“Ditto,” I said, without being able to think of anything else to say without sounding very desperate and pathetic.
You’ve made my day, my week, my summer, my life, I wanted to tell him. I can’t believe you’re going to actually see me again. It’s all I’ve been wanting.
Obviously, I couldn’t say any of this without sounding like a total idiot. So I just let him take the lead, which was the way this “relationship,” or whatever it was, had seemed to play itself out so far, and which seemed to work fine for both of us.
“I need to ask you something,” he said. “Although I think I already know the answer.”
“Okay,” I told him, wondering what it could be.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked me.
“Yes.”
He drew a sharp breath inward, as if to confirm he wasn’t dreaming. I knew the feeling, because I had been the exact same way ever since I’d shown up and seen him here again.
“Will you let me pop your sweet, delicious little cherry?” he asked me.
“Yes, Boss,” I told him. “Of course.”
I looked toward the back room, wondering if we had enough time before Kyle showed up, but he shook his head at me.
“No, not here,” he said. “I want your first time to be special. I’ve been dying to claim you and take your virginity. But I want it to be memorable. I’ll text you my address and I’ll stay here until Kyle arrives. Meet me at my house, at my back entrance where there’s a porch with an enclosed patio door that’s open. Don’t be wearing anything at all by the time I get there.”
“Yes, sir,” I told him, my pussy already aching with desire, anxious for my rich, hot, forbidden boss to enter it for my very first time.
Chapter 6 - Melissa
I had known where Craig’s house was because it was a huge mansion near the park, in the most desirable part of our small town. And he only lived here during some weekends – he had other houses all over the tri-state area.
When I arrived, I went to the back porch like he told me to and slipped into the unlocked screen door. Although it was a warm day, I shivered with anticipation and excitement, and also a little bit of fear.
What if someone saw me?
It seemed that Craig no longer really cared. He was so intent on being with me; I loved his possessive, take charge nature. But he also clearly got off on the thrill of doing forbidden things and so, as I was discovering, did I.
I took off the Unicorn Dairy shirt I had been wearing to start my shift, along with the required khaki pants that completed my uniform, other than the apron I had never put on in the first place, and I set them down on top of a little table. I also took off my underwear, bra, socks and shoes and added them to the pile, since Craig had told me to get completely naked.
It wasn’t long before I heard leaves crunching under footsteps outside, and then Craig was there, looking at my naked body up and down.
“There’s my girl,” he said, scooping me into his arms. “Completely naked, just as I’d ordered. Good. I’ve been dying to see your whole body again.”
I was really glad I’d listened and gotten totally nude. My skin was exposed to him as he carried me inside and up the stairs of his huge house. I was excited to be in his arms – he carried me so easily and effortlessly, despite me being plus-sized – but I also couldn’t help taking a peak around the place.
The decorations were glamorous and the staircase had glass chandeliers hanging over it from an upstairs loft area. Live plants were in the lobby downstairs. This house looked like it should be in Hollywood.
“I never knew ice cream could be so lucrative,” I couldn’t help but murmur.
Craig laughed and said, “You’d be surprised. People love the stuff. They gobble it up.”
Now it was my turn to laugh, remembering what he had done to me in the back room. He smirked, as if he’d caught my drift.
“It was an easy business model to expand, and now I have forty locations,” he said. “But before that, I did the diners, which was also pretty successful, although the profit margins for a breakfast skillet are less than for a couple scoops of ice cream. People pay premium prices for a lot of sugar.”
I chuckled again as he brought me into the large master bedroom with a huge king-sized bed. He set me down on it and immediately began kissing me.
“Enough business talk,” he said, “let’s make out.”
“Mmmm,” I agreed, my lips already locked with his.
I enjoyed hearing about the success of his restaurants, since I had plans of my own one day, after college. But I was so glad to be back in his arms that my mind was too distracted by what he was doing to my body. I hoped there was time for us to pick this conversation back up lat
er, but since this might be my last time with him – just as I had thought last time was, and was so grateful to get the real deal now – I just wanted to enjoy it.
He played with my nipples with one hand while taking his own clothes off with the other. I rushed to help him, unbuttoning his shirt as he slid off his pants.
I had to stop and stare at his chest, which was completely ripped and had tattoos all over it. I rubbed my hands over the hard, strong muscles, admiring all the ink.
“You didn’t know I was such a bad boy underneath my business clothes or ice cream scooping apron, did you?” he teased me.
“Oh, I sure did,” I said with a wink.
He laid me back on the bed and started playing with my clit while he looked me in the eyes. I shifted beneath him, enjoying the feeling of his hands expertly working my pussy.
“I missed you so much,” he said. “I couldn’t stay away, even though I knew I should.”
“I felt the same way,” I confessed. “It was torture, not seeing you.”
“I couldn’t let you just go off to college without taking your virginity,” he told me. “That little pussy of yours is mine.”
I reached down and started playing with his cock as he was pinching and rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy hole. I had missed the wide thick hardness of it, the way it rose to greet me and even jumped in my hand while I stroked it back and forth.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “That feels so good.”
He was looking down at what I was doing to his dick but then he looked back into my eyes.
“Melissa, I need you to know something, before we continue,” he said. “This isn’t just about wanting to take your virginity. I wouldn’t do that if I didn’t feel something more for you. One way or another, I want to be with you. I know it will be hard but we’ll work it out. Do you want to be with me?”
“Yes,” I told him, as I felt the head of his cock up against the entrance of my pussy. “That’s all I want.”
“Good,” he said, before pushing himself into me.