Seth gave a strangled cough from across the room. Bell laughed and stroked the head of his cock up and down her slit. He fed the head in and then used his hips to drive it home. She was stretched out and he was balls deep before she had time to prepare.
“Oh, God, Agent Cain Bell, that is the best it has ever felt in my life.”
“I’m here to protect and serve,” he said.
Bell began thrusting until his balls bounced against her ass. Her tits bounced and shook as he fucked down into her bent in half lying on the sofa. She closed her eyes and screamed with pleasure over and over. Bell leaned down to kiss her and then sat back up to fuck her harder.
He flipped her over onto her side on the edge of the couch without taking his cock out of her. Eva hugged her knees into her chest as Bell laid down behind with his cock still inside her. He kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe as he fucked her hard on her side. He was driving in even deeper than before as he rammed her hard enough to squeak the springs in the couch.
Eva opened her hooded eyes enough to see Seth staring at her covering his mouth with both hands. A wet spot on the front of his sweatpants told her he had already cum without even touching himself. Watching another man – a real man – fuck her was better than watching her twerk for him apparently. She felt her pussy tighten on the fat cock pounding her and stretching her. She orgasmed watching Seth watch her.
Eva tilted her head back and whispered. “Do you want my ass?”
“As in fucking your ass? Sure,” Agent Bell said.
He pulled out and started to sit up. Eva lifted on her hands and knees and then backed her ass into his cock. Bell quickly aligned himself and she slid her tight ass down on his cock with incredible ease. She shook as she took more and more of him into her ass. She wasn’t sure where it was all going, but she used her own weight to take him in deep.
Seth sat up and craned her neck. “Are you in her ass?”
Bell winked and said, “Give the lady what she wants.”
Eva stared at Seth as she started twerking her ass with Bell’s cock inside her.
Bell grabbed hold of her bouncing ass cheeks as she rapidly fucked the agent with her ass. He groaned. “Oh, Jesus, that is so fucking good.”
Seth took out his little half hard dick and started pumping his fist over it. Eva thought he was going to rip it off or punch himself in the balls. After a couple seconds, Seth splurted strings of cum out on their carpet.
She felt her pussy tighten even though she was being fucked in the ass. Eva fingered her pussy and flicked her thumb over her clit until she came again.
Agent Bell gripped her hips and said, “Oh, shit, I’m about to cum.”
“Do it inside my ass,” she said.
“I want to cum on your tits and face,” he said. “Get off and lay on your back. Hurry.”
Eva pulled off his cock. She kept touching herself as she fell over to her back on the couch.
Agent Bell climbed up straddling her chest still wearing his suit with his cock out. He put his cock between her tits and started thrusting. Eva pushed her tits together around him and he started fucking harder and faster. His face contorted and cum splattered out between her tits on onto her face. Her chin, cheeks, and forehead were covered in it as she started raking his cum into her mouth.
Bell stood up over her until his cock was done dripping. He put it away and zipped up looking like nothing had happened.
Bell turned to face Seth. “We still need to be sure you are following immigration laws.”
Seth blinked and said, “I … ugh … well, I meet the girls here for a thorough interview. If you would like to meet each one for a thorough … background check … like the one you did with Eva just now, well, I think we could arrange that.”
“We normally background check before they are already here.” Agent Bell smiled. “How often do girls come in?”
“Once a week at least,” Seth said.
“Hmm, does more than one come in at a time?”
Seth smiled back. “Sometimes.”
Agent Bell nodded. “Do you mind if I come to check on you from time to time, Eva?”
“Of course,” she said. “I want that very much, Agent Cain Bell.”
“God, you are sexy,” he said. “Even a mess all covered in cum, you are sexy as Hell.”
“Thank you,” she said. She was pretty sure he meant that as a compliment.
Agent Bell looked at Seth. “Her ass is mine. Eva can let you jerk off while you look at her, but only I can touch her until I say otherwise.”
Seth swallowed. “Okay.”
“If you are good and follow the rules, I might let her start giving you handjobs again.”
Seth nodded and looked away. “Okay.”
“But never touch her ass. Only I fuck that ass. Got it?”
Seth chewed at his lip. “Yes, sir.”
Agent Bell stared a moment longer and then walked toward the door. “I’ll see myself out. Thank you for your help in clearing everything up. Call me the next time a girl comes in like we discussed.”
After the door closed, Eva sat up and cum dripped off her chin onto the couch cushion. Seth stared at her without saying anything.
Eva said, “Don’t just sit there. Go finish the dished and then come back and clean up your cum off my carpet. Got it?”
Seth blinked, but he stood and walked into the kitchen to wash dishes like he was told.
Story 28
Susan dragged herself out of bed, hitting her alarm clock with a force that could only come out of resentment. She looked in the mirror and laughed upon seeing how bedraggled and haggard she looked. It was lucky that she didn’t ever sleep with anybody—he’d be scared off the moment he saw her wake up. Susan went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to relax her muscles and rinse her hair clean. When she was finished, she got ready for the day, made herself look ever the professional with a tight, neat ponytail behind her back, a modest-thing tweed skirt, and a blouse that buttoned up to the neck. This was essentially her uniform when she went into work. Her boss, Tyson Landis, was always telling her to relax, to let her hair down, but it was something she just wasn’t capable of doing. She was mortified to think of the lack of professionalism it would require going into the job wearing her hair loose.
When she arrived at the office, things seemed to be in crisis. The looks on everyone’s faces would have made her laugh had they not scared the shit out of her just from anticipating the mess she’d have to clean up. Behind his desk, Tyson was pacing impatiently, one hand holding his phone to his ear and the other tapping nervously on his thigh. This was something he did rarely, as the man was typically completely unflappable.
Susan waited for his phone call to be over before she questioned him.
“Tyson,” she said, “What is going on?”
He shot her a look, then sat down in his chair and ran his hand over his head. Tyson was handsome even when he was upset. His skin was dark and smooth, his eyes even darker. He was always well-dressed in suits that were tailored to every specific measurement of his body. His head was shaved bald but he had a black goatee that accentuated the lines of his jaw and cheekbones. Honestly, and she would only ever admit this to herself, Susan had had a crush on him since she’d started and every time he looked her way, a she felt butterfly wings flutter in the stomach. Susan was absolutely inexperienced with men in general, having never gone further than chaste kisses with one, but hoped that if she had to choose anybody to touch her, it would be Tyson Landis.
“They’re coming today. Not next week. Today.”
Susan’s jaw dropped. Them. The potential partners—the two men who, if the companies merge, would almost double the value of Tyson’s considerable empire.
“Why today?”
“They said it would be more convenient than waiting until next week.”
“But one day’s notice?”
“No,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Zero day
s. They called me this morning.”
Susan blanched, her fingers clenching and unclenching over the leather-bound calendar she was carrying around the office at all times. It was like a security blanket to her and the blanket was tearing, ripped apart by the mere thought of a major unscheduled event, perhaps the most important event they had anticipated all year.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Go prepare the presentation, Susie,” he said, sighing, “and get me coffee, please.”
It took her about an hour to get through the first task, putting together the binders for the presentation as well as double-checking the hardware to make sure everything was ready for display. Susan cursed him for refusing to hire interns—they would have gotten it done much more quickly, but he said he didn’t trust anybody he hadn’t properly vetted and he just didn’t have time to get through the resumes of college kids. And it was true, but it was also desperately inconvenient for the both of them. As his assistant, Susan was responsible for getting literally everything done that he didn’t have time to do himself. They worked in an office full of people and yet he trusted nobody but her. The thought made her feel warm but also annoyed; if he valued her so much, he would have given her a pay raise by now, some incentive to continue on working as hard as she did. Still, she tried not to complain too much.
When she was downstairs waiting for his order at the coffee shop, her jaw nearly dropped when she saw three men walk in, dressed expensively in top of the line suits, walking straight and tall as only the very wealthy can. They must be the company, the men who had demanded the meeting moved to today instead of next week. She panicked when they got on the elevator and disappeared, her hands shaking anxiously as she waited for Tyson’s coffee to be finished. She grabbed it quickly when the barista put it on the counter and hurried to the elevator, pushing the button over and over until it finally opened. She pushed the button for the eighth floor and waited nervously until she stepped off. The men were already in the boardroom with Tyson, who was gesturing for them to take their seats. He saw her and beckoned her in, pulling out her chair for her and introducing her around the table. Her boss always had her sit in on his meetings and presentations, insisted upon having her at his side at any given moment.
Susan had trouble not staring at each man sitting around the table. Each was as handsome as the next, all as tall as Tyson, all well-featured and chiseled. The man in the middle, Edward, with blue eyes and short pale hair, caught her looking and looked back, his eyes dancing, and winked at her. Her face went red and she immediately turned towards the presentation. Watching Tyson work was almost erotic to her every time. He was so powerful, so charismatic that she had trouble imagining anybody would be able to resist doing what he asked of them. She knew that, as his assistant, she genuinely had no choice other than to obey him, but had a feeling that she would do so anyway. His presence demanded compliance.
She felt Edward’s eyes on her as she stared at the screen and felt herself growing hot. Occasionally she’d glance back at him and he’d hold her eye, give her a knowing, teasing smile that she had trouble reading. When the presentation was finally over, the four men spoke amongst themselves, with Susan barely paying attention to what they were saying. Everything must have worked out in Tyson’s favor, though, because as they all shook hands with him he was grinning ear to ear, practically bouncing out of his skin. After the men had left and they were back in his office, Tyson scooped Susan up in his arms and twirled her around. Never had he shown her such affection. The touch of him made her mouth go dry and she wanted to stay in his arms. Too soon, he set her down on the floor and kissed the top of her head.
“Susie, you’re a life-saver. Really. Let me take you out tonight.”
“Me?”
He laughed. “Yes, you. Go home how. Get ready.”
So she did, reeling and nervous, wondering how the night would go.
Susan didn’t have much to wear that would be appropriate for going out alone, let alone going out escorted by one of the richest men in the country. She settled on something she thought would be suitable and slipped into her highest heels, waiting on her porch for him to pull up. When she got into his car, he looked her over, smiled and reached around her to unpin her hair so that it fell in waves around her shoulders. Then he unfastened the top button of her blouse and nodded approvingly. Susan was holding her breath, relishing the feeling of his skin on her chest. She wondered if she was blushing, if he could tell how attracted she was to him. She thought maybe he could because he stared at her quizzically for a moment before pulling out of her driveway.
“I suppose you’ve no idea where we should go,” he said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
“No, I don’t,” she said shyly, her hands clasped in her lap.
“Do you ever get out?”
She looked at him coyly, smiling. “My boss keeps me pretty busy, wears me out.”
“Oh, I haven’t even begun to wear you out.”
That stilled her tongue. If he meant anything by it, he didn’t stop to let it sink in. He kept talking, pulling up to a bar and handing his keys to the valet to park as he guided her inside with his hand on the small of her back. He chose a table and slid across from her, staring at her face until they ordered.
“I’ve known you for three years, now,” he said, sipping his drink. “And I know nothing about you. Tell me.”
Susan took a drink of her wine, holding it in her mouth to savor its bold sweetness on her tongue.
“What do you want to know?”
“If you don’t go out, you don’t live with anyone, what do you do when you’re not at work?”
“I sleep,” she said, shrugging. “I read.”
“And you don’t get bored?” he asked, the tip of his finger tracing a circle around the rim of his glass. His eyes were intent on her face and he was leaning forward, every bit of his attention focused on her. She felt exposed and yet thrilled by his interest. Susan had never thought herself a particularly fascinating person, but his eyes made her feel that way, and so she took another drink.
“I get bored, but I’m shy, and I’m not sure how to do anything else.”
“Shy,” he said. “I see that. You’re shy with me and I see you every day.”
She didn’t say anything, only swished the dregs of her wine in the bottom of her glass until Tyson waved a server over and had him bring the bottle.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?”
“Not necessarily,” she told him slowly. The wine was already getting to her, making her head light and bubbly. She never drank, not even on special occasions, but he was so convincing and she was enjoying herself immensely.
“Not necessarily?”
“You do make me feel particularly shy,” she said, speaking without thinking. His eyes sparkled in the light and he gave her a half smile, raising his eyebrows.
“Why is that, Susie?”
“You’re so handsome.” She reached forward to stroke the back of his fingers. Even as she did it, she knew she would regret it, but the wine made her bold and his eyes made her hot and it was a terribly seductive combination. “And charming and powerful. I don’t know how to act around you.”
He took her hand and held it between his, his eyes grazing over her face, lingering on the spot he had revealed when he’d unbuttoned her shirt.
“You shouldn’t have told me that,” he said. She blushed then, looking away from him.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, no,” he said, his eyes lighting upon hers once more, burning her with their intensity. “But now that I know my attention might be well-received, I’m not sure I’ll be able to help myself.”
“Help yourself?”
He brought her hand to his lips and brushed the knuckles lightly across them.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to see you let your hair down,” he said, reaching forward and fingering a strand of it. “And wondered if you’d let me.”
Susan pulled it to one side, draping it over her shoulder. His eyes were bright with drink, studying her face, and his hand was frozen in the air as if he wanted to touch her. She felt shy again, very shy, and when she looked down at her hands he did touch her, tilting her face to look at him.
“Tonight, you’re going to relax,” he said, grinning. “And have another drink. I want to know everything there is to know about you.”
So she talked, relaxing with every sip of wine every time he laughed or smiled at her. She told him where she’d grown up and what her favorite books were. When the topic came up about past relationships, she blushed a deep red and shook her head.
“I’ve never…” she said, “that is, I’ve never met anybody I wanted to.”
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