by Jamie Knight
For a second, I was in a place filled with silence — a void, and I think I met with God there. It was an essence constructed with bliss, and the entirety of it all was immensely perfect.
Valeria moaned, and I grunted with enough pleasure to last a lifetime. I came inside her sweet depths, without a care in the world. I filled her with string after string of my seed, and her pussy walls milked it all in.
For a full minute, we reveled in the pleasure of being with each other, our bodies still shaking from the mind-splitting orgasms we had just given ourselves.
My cock was still slick and wet with Valeria’s pussy juice and filled her hot hole so tightly it could not shrink back to its normal size.
“Valeria, that was the most beautiful thing I have done in a very long time, and I want you to know how special that was to me,” I confessed.
She looked into my eyes, and all I could think of was how beautiful her own eyes were. They were round and blue with a hint of mischief and satisfaction. I wiped off the line of sweat on her upper lip, and she bit my finger playfully.
“Ow!”
“Ha-ha, can’t the big man handle a little bit of pain?” she asked playfully, hand in mine.
“Oh, you’d be surprised how high my threshold for it is,” I responded coyly.
“Alexander, that was amazing. I am so happy you are the one who I gave my virginity to. Something in me knew that one day my fantasy with you would come to pass. But the singing is over, and I need to get back to my parents,” she added with a hint of disappointment and possibly fear.
“It’s alright, baby. I can clean up in here and leave through the back,” I reassured her with a smile. Her hand in mine clasped strongly, and my heart skipped.
“You can keep my panties, Alexander. You seemed eager tonight. Ha-ha,” she retorted, as she stood up to get her bearings together. Her ass wobbled in my face as if begging for more, but that was for another time.
“Need some help with your zipper?” I offered, getting onto my feet as well.
Fuck, that dress was sexy. Not to even mention her heels.
“Thank you, Alexander,” she cooed, after a little feel of my hands on her.
If she touched me any longer, I would rip her dress off and fuck her raw again. Yet I knew the timing would be wrong.
Valeria got her purse and checked herself out in the mirror.
If only this young woman knew how beautiful she was, and how long I have saved myself for her.
As she walked out of the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks and looked back at me.
Her bit lip and innocent smile let me know I had made the right choice.
She was perfect and I needed more.
Chapter Six
Alexander
Once I arrived back home to my rather empty house, I went first thing to take a shower. I missed Jonathan already, but was not in the mood for a sarcastic comeback with the good mood I was in. I decided I would call him the next morning.
As I walked past the hallway leading to my bedroom, I stopped at the wall.
It would look so much better with photos of someone I loved and called family, I thought. Jonathan… definitely, but also more of a family… maybe children.
The hot bursts of water from the shower head onto my body were all I needed. As the droplets that turned into streams of refreshment and healing cascaded down my body, I felt the need to imagine Valeria right there with me.
Oh, Valeria… be mine. Take my hand in yours and kiss me. You taste so good, like a French dessert on the Alps… your skin feels so soft…
My cock sprang up slowly, and it felt so good to wrap my hand around it and harden it up.
Valeria, take my cock. Be mine… I’m yours tonight. Ravish me; take me deep in your mouth… yes, just like thaaaat… oooooh fuck… yes…
In my head, Valeria was on her knees, taking my cock deep in her throat, pleasing me with zero abandon, and slobbering all over me.
Don’t stop, baby… Oh, I feel your hands touching me softly… don’t take your hand off my balls, love…
I was on the verge of coming, with my hands all over my cock, thinking of the only girl my brain or cock would let me think about these days. Her mouth on my cock, her fingers on my skin, squeezing my ass, her other hand fondling my balls, and her blue eyes finally looking at me with desire.
“Fuck!” I screamed out, as I came hard, onto the marble tile floor. It was totally different having my fantasy of her, with my lady far away from me.
I dried off and wore my robe. The insignia at the back with my black initials, AF, looked fantastic in the mirror. My white robe felt warm covering my naked, satisfied body underneath, and as I walked down the flight of stairs towards the common room, I could only think of the events that had happened over the past few hours.
It was only 10 p.m. and I had no desire for sleep in my system. I flicked through a few episodes of Jonathan’s stash of British comedy, and a few episodes of The Inbetweeners made my hour pass along quite swiftly. It was almost my time to get to bed, for the next day would begin the grit of the week.
Fucking jerks in suits.
The guys I was meeting with tomorrow had almost succeeded in a hostile takeover of my company a few months back, and if Jonathan had not been at my office that day to have a random look over my finances, I would be royally screwed.
Reminding myself to call the man in the morning to see how his vacation was coming along, I got up and switched off the TV.
It was a long walk to my bedroom, which was on the third floor. I never thought to install an elevator. It would only encourage laziness.
I passed by the hallway once more, and it hit me.
Valeria was looking for a job!
I hurried over to my bed stand and got out my contact book. I was sure that her father James had given me his number once before, but as I went down page after page, I grew constantly disappointed.
When I arrived at the last page, still there was nothing.
I was disappointed and was about to call it quits and head to bed to figure out the next move with Valeria — till I saw the sticky note at the edge of the book cover.
It was a sticky note alright, but its corners had been cut off just so the book’s edges lined perfectly with it.
Jonathan. With all your fastidiousness you just had to cut off the edges to make it look even, huh?
James’ number was scrolled on it in black ink, and I smiled as I hurriedly dialed the number.
“Hello?” a sleepy voice grunted.
Clearly, I had awoken him.
“Hey James, this is Alexander Foster,” I said, and a fast ruffle of activity told me that that bit of info had got his attention. “I was wondering if it’s too late at night to have a talk about your daughter’s future?”
“Oh, not at all! Not at all… uh, is there a matter that I need to know about? Did she talk back at you? If she did…” he was clearly agitated over the story he had made up in his head.
“No, James. Valeria is quite polite and respectful, and we have Lisa to thank for that, don’t we? Ha-ha, we both know how hard-headed you used to be back in the old days,” I commented.
I wanted this to play out just as I hoped.
“Well, then. Thank you, Alexander. That means a lot, coming from you, and I’ll be sure to pass that along to my wife. Ha-ha, you’re right. Back then, things got out of hand fast, but luckily, they got back in hand quickly, after saving your ass in that fight,” he responded.
He was clearly enjoying the trip down memory lane.
“Oh, it was fun alright. Perhaps the days ahead could be much better for both of us,” I paused, waiting for the right tone to hit him with.
“How so?” he nervously responded.
“Well, I have a new position available at my office, as my secretary needs help with the workload we will have in the next few months, and I was hoping that Valeria would take that opportunity and learn a few things about the way companies are handled.”
I paused.
Clearly that piece of news had left James dumbstruck.
A few moments passed and I was getting slightly nervous that I might receive a negative response.
“James? Are you still there?”
“Oh yes! I am. I was just surprised at the offer! Wow, thank you, buddy!”
Relief.
“Fantastic! Can she start tomorrow? I know it’s late and she might be asleep, but could you let her know that she will need to be at the head office at seven?”
I had to make him feel that the control was in his hands, so that he would give her permission to work for me.
“That sounds great. I’ll just run it by Lisa, but you can be sure Valeria starts tomorrow. She will definitely be excited over this.”
“I hope she is. It’s good work with pay and benefits, and I promise to look after her. Don’t you worry, alright?” I reassured him, fiddling with the phone line.
I always fiddle with things when I’m happy.
“Great! I’ll let her know! Thanks, Alexander. I believe now we’re even,” he haughtily responded.
He was obviously ecstatic that his daughter now had a bright future, seemingly closer in time than he had expected. My company was known for getting its employees into college and paying for all their tuition fees. He was sorted, and he whispered a faint “amen” through the phone.
“Good to hear, James. Have a good night.”
“Good night, Alexander. God bless you.”
I hung up and then I got into bed, smiling for two reasons.
I would see Valeria in the morning. And I would also see her for many days in a row after that.
I was happy.
For the first time in years, I was happy.
Chapter Seven
Alexander
It was weird, waking up with no Jonathan by my side, bringing me breakfast. I had grown so accustomed to him and his fantastic morning sarcasm that kept me on my toes at all times.
Getting out of bed, I remembered how last night’s conversation with James had gone. And I smiled.
I would see Valeria today at work.
Perfect.
I dragged myself to the floor and conjured enough strength for my morning workout. One-hundred pushups and similar crunches always got me pumped.
After I was done, I clapped my hands together, and my computer assistant came to life. Being rich was awesome.
“Good morning, sir. I trust you slept well?” the mechanical monotone of the computer-simulated voice swept through the entire house.
“Yes, I did, Truman. Thank you for asking. Bring me up to speed on today’s events worldwide, correlating them with my company’s finances. After that, give me insight on the plight of politics today,” I commanded, getting ready for the shower.
“Yes, Sir,” Truman echoed, and droned on, giving me what I asked for.
Truman was not only artificial intelligence. He… it… was a program that I had created to help me with my daily duties whenever Jonathan wasn’t around. I created him as soon as I graduated from college and had kept him an in-house secret. Think of it like Apple’s Siri or Amazon’s Alexa, with a side of humor and the capacity to run on any machine anywhere in the world.
Jonathan was actually the one who initially came up with the idea for Truman, and it was our first project together. He always presumed he would never be around to tend to his “ever so increasing responsibilities,” as he quaintly put it, and there was nothing better to trust than something we had built together.
He had added his candid sense of humor to Truman’s programming, of course.
Years had passed and the in-house secret had proven fruitful in more ways and scenarios than I could count. Now, the program finished its job and printed out the results in the downstairs office, after reading them aloud to me.
“All done, Sir. Shall I prepare the coffee and toast as you like it?”
Yup, perfect, I thought, as I popped into the shower.
My entire house was wired to a server so complex and hidden that only three entities knew about it. Everything was controlled only by my voice or Jon’s, and it was proven unhackable. The tech I had at my disposal was way ahead of the current joke everyone else boasted over, and I liked to keep it that way.
“Get the car ready, Truman,” I commanded. “And the other things I need before I leave.”
“Right away, Sir.”
Thanks to Truman’s communications with my household staff, which included both human and robotic employees, both of which were trained to respond to Truman’s every instruction, I got my suit fresh and pressed on my bed, and my breakfast on the ready.
Going as fast as I could while also watching the birds on the fountain and birdbath get a drink, I couldn’t help but notice a white dove perched on the stone, seemingly watching me.
That’s weird, I thought.
But Jonathan had a thing for the superstitious, and I took it as good luck.
“Shut down and lock up the entire house and compound as soon as I leave, Truman. I’ll need you in the car,” I commanded, as I walked out of the house.
“Right away, Sir,” Truman responded.
I could hear the locks click shut and the beeps on the motion detectors set themselves into place as I took my stride carefully on the stone steps. With Jonathan around, I never needed to worry about the place, but according to the status quo, I liked my privacy as it was.
The manor was elegant as usual, and the sun streamed through the old moss growing fresh on the Victorian walls.
The blue Aston Martin accentuated my look. I fluffed my lapel and adjusted the pin that acted as my tie. The car door automatically opened, and I got in.
“Are we comfortable, Sir?” Truman asked.
The more confined the space was, the more human he tended to sound.
“Yes. And all because of you, Truman. Now, to work. And watch the traffic this time, alright?”
“Double-time, Sir!” he boomed, as the engine of the sweet car roared to life.
I was so anxious once more as I looked at the palms of my hands. We sped through the empty pathways and roads and arrived in the city as fast as Truman had plotted our route to get us there. The upgrade to his new system seemed to have paid off.
See you soon, Valeria.
I smiled at the thought, feeling my dick stir.
Chapter Eight
Valeria
The tips of my toes curled in protest to the cold breeze that settled in my room suddenly. Sleep was getting lost to me, and I could hear the raspy voice of my mother speed through her good morning and rush me to wake up. I couldn’t understand what her problem was.
“…be quick and rise or you’ll be late. Hurry up!” she bellowed, as I felt my covers get pulled away from me abruptly.
The cold stung. I opened my eyes to see the window open and the sun peeking through a fluffy cloud in the blue hazy sky.
“Morning, Mom,” I unconvincingly replied, slightly wallowing in amnesia and wondering why I was up so early… until a thought hit me.
I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I had let my biggest crush, my father’s very rich friend from back in the day, Alexander Foster, take me in the church bathroom the day before. It was like a crazy dream or fantasy.
Remembering that made me smile.
“…Mr. Foster called last night,” Mom was saying.
I sat straight up in bed.
“What about Mr. Foster?” I demanded.
Mom glared at me and rolled her eyes. She always got annoyed with me so quickly.
“The rich man has offered your lazy ass a job. So, get up and get moving!”
She put one hand on her hip and pointed at my bedroom door with the other.
I jumped out of bed in an instant and made Mom almost fall as I pushed past her.
“Valeria!” she screamed. “You be careful!”
She did have a temper with the smallest of things.
Andrew, my brother, the brat
, definitely got that from her.
I ran through the door, leaving my irritated mom behind to clear up the sheets and blankets I had let fall to the carpeted floor of my small cramped room. The hallway was clear, and I was glad neither Andrew nor Dad was awake yet, as I sped through the corridor and into the bathroom.
I had a job with Alexander Foster, and I was not going to let that opportunity slide due to lateness.
In the bathroom, I hurriedly showered and grabbed a towel from the rack fixed on the green wall and then dried myself. Looking at myself in the mirror, I could not help but think and smile at the thought of yesterday.
I’m no longer a virgin. Here I come, Alexander.
Getting something to wear to a new job was something I had not thought of in a while, and with forty minutes to go till I had to be to work on my first day at The Foster Group, I was in distress.
“Why aren’t you getting dressed, dear?”
Mom, who had seemingly calmed down a bit, had walked into my room to check up on me.
“I have no idea what to wear, Mom,” I said, looking a bit stressed out.
Inside, I was absolutely freaked.
“Well, how about that violet dress your aunt got you last Christmas? You could highlight it with that black blazer you keep on putting away. I know you associate it with some bad memories,” she recalled, “but you can make it have good ones, too.”
True, that black blazer with tiny grey buttons at its pockets, with a flair of grey fabric at the hem, had some bad memories. Forgetting them would be a miracle, and when my mom left me to change, I couldn’t help but remember that brutal event.
I was young and haughty, just having learned how my body was changing and growing, when my dad had bought me the blazer. It was so comfortable, and I felt so adult when I wore it. It had a nice inner lining that kept me warm as I walked through the cold evening air. I loved it and wore it every day.
One night I was walking home. I decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway behind a shopping complex and hadn’t noticed the shadows creeping up behind me.