by Amy Brent
The door opened, and I was thankful that his desk went all the way to the floor. The space beneath it was rather large, and I had no problems sitting under it. I nursed his cock slowly and rubbed my pussy, which felt so good I had to stop to keep from moaning.
“Hello, Mary, let’s get you those signatures.” Whitt’s voice was as strong as ever, and you’d never know it that there was someone down below sucking his dick.
I heard the rustle of papers and my face burned thinking that she might hear the slurping noises and wonder what was going on. I tensed up as she spoke.
“Lovely plant, what kind is it? It’s so big!” Yes, it is, I thought as I held still, barely letting my mouth move.
“It’s an ivy of some sort; I’m not sure. I’m not really good with plants.”
“Are you feeling, well, Mr. Porter? Your face is a bit flushed.” Mary had so much concern in her voice that I worried she might come around the desk and try to tend to him. I wondered what she looked like and if she would be the type to snitch or the type to join in. I hoped we didn’t find out and knew if we got caught, I’d be the one with the terrible reputation. The office slut, which no one believed was actually a virgin.
I wasn’t sure Whitt had believed me.
I held him in my mouth, hoping that they wouldn’t take forever as Whitt responded, “No, I’ve had a bit of allergy is all.” Mary seemed content, and once their transaction was done, she wished him well, and the door closed.
He reached down and grabbed my head and pulled me down further onto him. “That was intense, Gemma. I could feel you tense up.” He chuckled and backed his chair out, and I crawled forward, keeping on him.
I gripped his balls and kneaded them in my hand as I worked him and he continued to make arrangements. “I think we should meet tomorrow night. I have plans tonight, and I can’t cancel, but I want us to have a special night; nothing rushed. Nice and slow.” I loved that he wanted to be gentle, but I wanted to be taken hard too. The best of both. I wanted it all.
I pulled off a little and spoke around his bell. “I’d love that.” I closed my mouth again, and this time I sucked him hard and stroked his base, bobbing my head with intent.
He pushed his hips forward and then warned me. “Gemma. I’m about to come.” I stopped moving and prepared myself for a mouthful, and he came faster than I expected. His come filled my mouth, overflowing a touch before I could gulp it down.
I licked the bit that I’d missed off of his shaft. “That’s my girl. Don’t spill a drop.” Pride filled me. I’d never been called someone’s girl before, and I had always wanted to be his special girl, even more, special that Lila, only in a different way.
“Get dressed. You need to get to work, and I have to get to a meeting.” I slowly pushed my shirt down and righted my clothes as he put his cock away and got dressed.
He pulled me close and wiped my lipstick with his thumb. “I can’t believe you saved it for me. Are you sure I’m worthy?”
“You’re the only one worthy.” He seemed to like the idea, but I could still see a bit of doubt in his eyes. “Promise me that you won’t back out?”
He kissed my forehead. “I promise.” He’d told me that he’d been waiting for this too and it was nice to know that he’d thought about me in the same way. It gave me validation that I hadn’t wasted all of this time waiting for him and that he was indeed worthy.
He gathered his things and got ready to go to his meeting, and I went back to my desk. I should have bought him a tie years ago.
I couldn’t believe I’d sucked his cock while Mary came into the office and it had to be the scariest moments since hiding in that closet four years earlier. I knew I’d always wonder if she could tell that something was going on. And if she’d put two and two together and figure out why Whitt was so flushed.
I had a feeling that things were going to pretty nice around the office, and I couldn’t wait to see what was to come after our special night together. I hoped that he would want to continue seeing me and start a relationship, and even though I’d dreamed of this time for years, I’d never been able to guess what Lila would think or if I’d lose her.
I didn’t think it was worth that, but I had to have him. I figured it was better to ask for forgiveness instead of permission.
Chapter 11
Whitt
After Gemma had left my office, I’d had an internal battle. I wanted her, yes, and I was thankful she’d saved herself for me, but I couldn’t help be worried about Lila finding out.
I thought spending some time at the club with Dax would change things. Maybe give me some distance and help clear my mind so I could come to my senses. I was going to fuck Gemma—Gemma who I’d known since she was an awkward little girl of fifteen.
Lila had brought her home her freshman year, and I remember just being thankful that my daughter had met a new friend, someone who wouldn’t treat her differently or use her for her wealth. Gemma was sweet, funny and full of life, but there was nothing sexual about her at that age. Thinking back, I can’t even remember a time looking at her or thinking anything about her, not until that night after graduation when she spied on me. I wondered how long she’d thought about me if she’d ever slept beside Lila dreaming of fucking me.
My mind hadn’t left her since. Not even when Dax and I talked business.
I had him do some digging into Samantha’s claims. He was the only one I could trust.
“That chick at the next table is eye fucking you hard, man, and she’s a hot one. Why don’t you go over and get her number?” Dax raised his hand to call the waitress, and she nodded leaving to get him another vodka.
“I don’t know; I’ve got enough issues with the women already in my life.” I didn’t want to tell him about my date. I thought if he knew, he’d make stupid jokes and then I’d have to punch him.
‘You’ve been acting strange lately, and I think it’s a bit more than pressure from work. I wish Lila would behave so you’d go back to your old self.”
“It’s not all Lila. Megan quitting sure put me in a bind and having Gemma around is proving a bit more complicated than I’d bargained for.”
“Gemma, huh?” He chuckled. “I still think you should just fuck that one and get it over with. She’s obviously got some pent-up issues about you if she came to work for you after what happened. Maybe a little action will put things into perspective.”
“That’s not what I’m afraid of, though. I told you, she’s Lila’s best friend.”
“And I’ve told you, Lila doesn’t need to know.” He gave a sly chuckle.
And neither did he. I knew anything that happened between Gemma and me would have to be a secret. I thought about putting her down beneath my desk. What a risk that had been and I couldn’t believe I’d taken it. In hind-sight, it was far too risky for either of our reputations, and I could have really done damage to not only myself and Gemma, but my daughter as well.
Gemma made me reckless. She made me lose all train of logical thinking when she was working me. That mouth—fuck!
It was no use. I couldn’t get her off my mind, and the struggle was too real.
“I’ve got to get out of here, man.” I stood from the table and threw down some money to cover my tab and then some more.
Dax reached out and grabbed my forearm. “Man, this is really getting to you. I hate to see you so bummed. If she’s that much trouble, then shit-can her. Why have her around taunting you on a daily basis? Explain to her that it just won’t work. It’s not like you can’t score someone else.”
I gave him a pointed look. I didn’t want anyone else, and he seemed to understand as he pulled his hand away.
“You’ve got it bad, man.” He threw back his drink and then slammed it down shaking his head. “Good luck.” He nodded behind me, and I turned to see the woman had walked over.
“Hey, I saw you were about to leave and knew it would be a waste if I didn’t at least come say hello.” The thin, busty blonde licked h
er lips and sized me up.
“I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a hurry.” I tried to play nice, and I saw a disapproving look on Dax’s face. “How about you give me your number, and I’ll call you sometime?” Dax smiled, but I was only doing this to appease him. I wasn’t interested.
The woman quickly gave me her number, and I added it to my phone. “Thanks, sorry I can’t hang around longer.”
“I could come with you. I mean unless you’re already meeting someone.” She licked her lips again, and I wondered for a moment what my cock would be like between those plump lips of hers. But then I thought of Gemma. Dammit. I just didn’t want anyone else.
I finally peeled myself away from her and headed home, and I had a feeling Dax would swoop in to save her night. He didn’t care how he picked them up, as long as he fucked them. I wasn’t so easy and had found through the years that it paid to be a bit harder to get. Anyone could latch onto me, and my money and I’d learned my lesson from Samantha.
I got to the house and found that Lila hadn’t come home. I walked up to my second-floor suite and undressed thinking of Gemma. I could invite her over and have her right then, but I knew I’d do better to let our date play out.
I thought about the office issues and how Dax was going to keep looking into Samantha. I had a feeling there had to be more to that story. It was enough to put me in a sour mood, so I stripped off my clothes and decided to take a shower.
As I stepped under the spray, I tried to imagine something peaceful, and my mind went back to Gemma between my legs, her mouth opened wide and empty; but not for long.
I gripped my cock and thought about her there, and when I closed my eyes, it was like a movie playing in my head. She stuck out her tongue and swirled it around on my head, taking special care to tend to my teary eye. I worked for my hand down my shaft, imagining her trailing her tongue there, trailing along my veiny flesh.
My balls ached, and I lay back against the wall and stroked it long and steady, and my mind took over, and soon I imagined Gemma as I’d first met her, I tried to push the thought out of my head, to imagine her now, but it was no use. Her wide and curious eyes looked up from her knees, and I held her head, steadying her so I could fuck that pretty face. She wore little makeup back then, and the smattering of freckles across her cheeks was so much more noticeable than it is today hidden under all that makeup, and her lips had always been so red that she looked like she’d eaten fresh berries.
Her breasts had been no more than handfuls then, but boy had she developed over that first summer. She’d really blossomed through the years, and even though her breasts weren’t overly large, they were perky and big enough for her to keep them pushed up beneath her revealing blouses.
I wondered if that freckled-faced girl was still beneath all of that make up and if her pouty lips had lost their color. I wanted to get her in my shower with me and strip her down to her bare assets and see if that younger version still existed—the one I’d kissed at eighteen. I dared not let myself think of other things, but it was hard to keep my mind from trailing back to the times when she’d come over, and she and Lila would walk around in skimpy nighties. I’d had to put a stop to it because Gemma had caught my attention. I’d done the right thing in having them change. And it was only after I noticed Gemma’s ass hanging out of her tiny, cotton shorts.
I knew that an inappropriate thought or two crossed my mind, but I had quickly scolded myself and then Lila and the problem were solved. I worked my cock and wondered if Gemma knew then what kind of attention she was getting and if she liked it. Perhaps my kissing her that night, the night she claimed is the night she decided to save it for me, had saved her from being a little slut and giving it away to every guy she seen.
I also wondered how many cocks she’d had in that well-trained throat of hers again, and as I imagined her down on her knees blowing a whole line of guys, I knew my fantasies were out of control, especially when the thoughts pissed me off.
I didn’t like the thoughts of other men using her pretty mouth any more than I liked anyone trying to get at my own daughter and I knew that once I had Gemma, I wasn’t going to want anyone else ever to have her. I was too protective of her. Thinking of how she was so innocent behind all of that sex appeal, it was really a dangerous combination for us both.
I had no doubts men had tried to get with her, and I wondered how often that playful flirting had gotten her on her knees. Had she ever found herself in a bad situation while refusing to put out more?
My fantasies turned even darker there, and I pulled myself away from that and opened my eyes. My cock was rock-hard, and an angry red color against my hand and I felt the threat of my balls tightening which told me to hold back.
I wanted to edge this a little more, to think about my sweet Gemma down on her face, her strawberry blond hair in pigtails. I’d grip them and work her on me, fucking her face as she reached down and rubbed her pussy. She’d done it under that desk, rubbed it so good I could hear her breathing increase and the tension in her body as she wanted to scream out in pleasure.
Only she hadn’t been able to. I thought of Mary and played out another scenario in my head. One of Mary coming around that desk to see Gemma on her knees.
“I’ll tell everyone if you don’t let me have a taste too,” she said.
Gemma stared up at her and smiled. “I don’t mind sharing, Mary. Come kneel with me.” And then in a moment, both of them were on me, their mouths each working one side of my cock, their lips kissing around it, their hands rubbing themselves as they moaned. I opened my eyes again knowing it was a far-fetched thought, but a hot one none the less.
I knew Gemma would never go for it, and especially anything I could dream up after.
I closed my eyes and was back to my dream of us, and she was no longer kneeling with a mouthful of my cock, but she was spread out beneath me naked. Her tight nipples a bright pink, just the same as her lips had always been. I buried deep inside that tight little virgin hole, and soon I felt the pinch in my balls as my cock swelled. A second later I pumped it faster as thick jets of my come spilled to the shower floor and washed down the drain, but in my mind, they had soaked her depths so full that when I pulled out, it poured out behind me.
In my fantasies, she’d always stood up after and let the release run down her legs, and I made up my mind right there that not only was I going to fuck her senseless, but I was going to do it totally bare. Skin to skin, flesh to flesh. I wanted to plant my fucking seed deep inside that little hole and mark her as mine.
But I was still fantasizing, wasn’t I? One thing was for sure. I was going to have her.
Chapter 12
Gemma
I had assured Whitt that getting a ride to his house from an Uber was the best way. I didn’t need my car in the driveway, and he didn’t need to bother picking me up when I knew the way. It wasn’t like I hadn’t practically grown up in the house, so getting there was not going to be a problem.
The fact that Lila had been staying at Daniel’s house worked to our favor, and though I knew her father didn’t approve, it wasn’t much different than him and I hooking up. Actually, we might be a bit worse, since the age difference was much bigger.
As the Uber turned into the gated drive, I couldn’t help but be a bit excited and maybe a bit nervous. I’d waited a long time for this, and my dream was about to come true.
I walked in much as I had for years, except this time I knew he was waiting for me, so instead of bee-lining to the third story suite where Lila stayed, I headed up the front stairs directly to his suite.
He was in his room, turning back the bed. “I hope it was okay to let myself in.”
“I left the door open for you. I thought you might.” He crossed the room, and I took in the sight of him in his joggers and tight-fitting tee. He was handsome, even more so now, with his graying hair and the five o’clock stubble he’d let become a permanent part of his look. He worked out more too, and his muscles were even
more defined beneath the tight shirt which hugged him in all the right places.
He planted a kiss on my lips. “You look beautiful, Gemma. I can only wonder if that white dress you’re wearing is symbolic?” He gave a soft laugh.
I had worn the dress especially for him, and I’d bought it a few years back hoping he’d one day get to see it. I had fed into my fantasies and had even purchased my lingerie especially for the occasion too.
“It is. Do you like it?”
“It’s very sexy. Makes you look even younger.” He raked his hand through his hair, and I wondered if that would be a problem for him. I had thought that we’d broken past the age barrier, though I admitted when I’d bought the baby doll style dress, I knew what I was doing. The high waist and soft white lacy fabric had given it a wedding dress feel, and I was going for the look of a young, virgin bride.
“If you don’t like it, I can always take it off.”
He gave me a wicked grin. “Oh, you’ll be taking it off, but I think, for now, you can leave it on. And I do like it very much.” He walked me to the bed, and we stood beside it.
“Pull your dress up and let me see your panties.”
I blushed and did as I was told. I had waxed especially for the occasion, and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction and hoped it was a good one. I had always wanted to be his special girl, but I wanted him to see me as he had the cook; older and sophisticated. Now, since I’d gotten closer to it becoming a reality, I found I wanted him to be so much more.