by S. E. Law
“You’re amazing, baby girl, but Daddy needs more. Daddy needs to give you a very special Valentine’s kiss.”
She pants on the floor, flushed and beautiful while looking up at me.
“And what is that?” she murmurs. “Will it feel good?”
My blue eyes gleam.
“It certainly will, sweetheart. You’ll love it, I promise.”
With that, I dive back between her legs, but instead of latching onto her tight bud this time, my tongue trails downwards until I’m lapping at her sweet brown pleats.
“Unnh!” Penny squeals. “Oh my god, you can’t Daddy! It’s dirty back there!”
I merely kiss her brown hole and then ease my tongue in, enjoying the feel of her walls clamping down with pleasure.
“No sweetheart, Daddy does as he likes with your body, and if I want you to come with my tongue in your bottom, then you will. Do you hear me, Penny? Daddy owns all your holes now.”
But it’s too late because the dirtiness of our act has pushed Penny over the edge. Her body clenches, clamps, and then she has a full-body climax as her back chamber spasms on my tongue.
“Ohhhh!” is her scream as her breasts shake and bobble vigorously. “Patriiiiick!”
My name has never sounded so good before, and as she falls over the edge, I quickly get onto my knees between her parted legs. I line myself up with her pretty pink slit, and slowly ease my way into her tight channel.
“Oh fuck,” I rasp harshly. “You’re so tiny, sweetheart, and it feels so good.”
Penny continues to buck beneath me, even as she accepts my girth with her wetness.
“Unnnh!” she screams again. “But you’re so big!”
“I am,” I rasp into her ear, trying to control myself as her spasming pussy clamps again and again around my pulsing, aching rod. My vision is beginning to blur with ecstasy and bells are clanging in my ears. “Just hold on … almost there … almost there … oh FUCK!”
Because it’s happened. As an experienced lover, usually I can hold out for twenty minutes or more. I can provide a woman with a deep, satisfying drill that will leave her walking around like a lame duck afterwards. But Penny is just too tight and responsive. As she bucked and squeezed me with her internal muscles, the pleasure grew uncontrollable, and I let go of my last shred of discipline.
“Fuuuuuck!” I roar, drowning out her melodic mewls of pleasure with my own ecstasy. “Shit!”
Hot reams of seed spurt into her interior, even as her delicious clenching and clamping brings the male fluid closer to her ovaries. Gallons of virile batter coat her interior as I let go again and again, dumping a full load of spunk into this sweet girl who is my luscious receptacle.
“Give it to me,” she pants musically. “Oh Patrick, you feel so good.”
After a few minutes, everything’s out. My balls have pumped like mighty generators, and the sheer heat spewed down my hot rod and fully into the waiting girl. It’s perfect. My limbs are curiously heavy, and yet my heart beats slowly with utter satisfaction. I press an adoring kiss to Penny’s lips.
“You’re amazing, baby,” I growl. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
She flushes and lets out a choked laugh.
“But Patrick, how can I be the best? We’re in a supply closet with not much floor space. The concrete is really hard on my back and –”
But she doesn’t get a chance to continue because with a quick motion, I’ve reversed our positions so that I’m on the bottom with my back on the cold concrete, while she’s sprawled on me. We’re still locked together with my tool buried in her sweetness, but curiously, it feels right to be like this. We fit together perfectly, and I pull her curvy form close.
“What were you saying?” I ask in a low rumble. “Sorry, I got distracted.”
She lets out a choked laugh.
“Patrick what are we doing? We’re in a supply closet at Lancaster Industries. Your employees are walking around outside probably wondering where you are. Not to mention my dad. Oh my gosh, Harold probably thinks I’ve been kidnapped, and is getting ready to call 9-1-1.”
She’s right on all counts, and yet I’m not ready to let her go yet. Instead, I pull that luscious female form close and breathe in her sensual, womanly scent.
“Just give me a minute,” I growl into the delicate space behind her ear. “Let me enjoy being together just a little longer.”
Penny sighs and relaxes against my broad chest, as our hearts beat in sync. I revel in the miracle that brought this girl to me, and my soul sings as I contemplate the future. Suddenly, Gainesville, Ohio, doesn’t seem so bad anymore. With this girl on my arm and in my bed, I can see a future for myself here, with Penny by my side.
72
Penny
A year later.
I tickle my son’s stomach.
“You’re Mommy’s cute baby, aren’t you?” I coo. “So adorable and you look just like Mommy too.”
Baby Georgie blinks and me and chortles. He waves his little fists energetically, looking up with big blue eyes. I press another kiss to his forehead, but inside my heart aches because in fact, Georgie doesn’t really look like me much. Instead, he looks just like his father, Patrick Lancaster.
After all, we had a delicious tryst in the supply closet at Lancaster Industries. It wasn’t supposed to happen because I was there for a career event, of all things. But one thing led to another, and soon Patrick and I were enjoying one another’s bodies on the cool cement floor. In fact, Patrick did more than just enjoy: he came in me again and again, blasting his virility into me until I was overflowing.
He must have known what he was doing. After all, he’s a seasoned executive who’s at least a decade older than me. He’s probably been with a lot of women in his life, and coming unprotected in an eighteen year old girl will have consequences. Not only that, but it seemed that the CEO knew what he was doing because he stayed in me afterwards, his hard rod embedded in my sweetness as we talked and laughed, embracing on the supply closet floor.
But that’s the thing: his tool formed a plug of sorts, keeping the virility inside. There was no way for it to slip out and sure enough, I got pregnant.
I didn’t realize it at first. I was over the moon from meeting Patrick and expected him to call. After all, we had just engaged in a sensational tryst that was over-the-top and yet oddly right as well. The conversation between us flowed easily, and it was clear that despite our differences, we were two of a kind.
So imagine my shock when he didn’t call. I couldn’t believe it at first. I kept staring at my cell screen, hoping to see that I’d missed a call, to the point where my friend Eloise called me out.
“Seriously Penny, what is wrong with you?”
I looked up, eyes shocked.
“What do you mean?”
Eloise rolled her eyes.
“You’ve only checked your phone about twenty times in the last half hour. What gives? Are you expecting the Ohio State Lottery to call? Or maybe a ring from the President himself?”
Immediately, I slipped my phone in my pocket and gave her a shaky smile.
“No, not exactly.”
My friend stared at me.
“Then what gives? What’s so important? Is Harold okay?”
I smiled wanly at her. The fact is that no one, least of all my dad, knew what had transpired between me and Patrick. We’d snuck out of the closet as quiet as can be after the tryst, and fortunately, no one was around to witness our rendezvous. But now, I hadn’t heard from the CEO in a week or so, and I was getting worried. Of course, he had more important things to do, like run a ginormous company and manage hundreds of employees. But still. A week is a long time, and my nerves were frayed.
“No, it’s just that—”
“Oh my gosh, you met someone right?” Eloise demanded, her blonde eyebrows going up. “That’s what the secrecy is all about!”
I giggled nervously before slowly nodding. On the one hand, I didn’t want to sh
are the details of my tryst, but on the other, it was eating me up inside. As a result, I decided to spill because my heart was weighing heavy, and Eloise is a good friend.
“Well, remember how last week I missed classes on Wednesday morning? It’s because I went with my dad to Lancaster Industries for Take Your Daughter To Work Day. My dad’s been there for about a year now, and he wanted me to see what there is besides hairdressing.”
Eloise nods, and I proceed with the story. My friend already knows about the tension in my family when it comes to my future career, and can empathize. After all, she works at SexyFlow as a manicurist, and is looking into getting an aesthetician’s license so that she can do facials as well.
But when I tell her that I made love with Patrick in the supply closet, the color drains from her face and her jaw drops open.
“Are you serious?” she asks.
I nod, flushing hot.
“Yes, but it’s not seedy and sleazy the way it sounds. It was really romantic and passionate, although it shouldn’t have been.”
Eloise shakes her head at me.
“Do you hear yourself, Penny? Romantic and passionate? Girl, you’re an eighteen year old high school senior, and he’s the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. I don’t know how to say this, but I don’t think it was a date. He took your innocence on the floor of his company’s supply closet. That’s not romantic.”
My chin set stubbornly.
“No, it was! I can’t tell the story right, that’s all. He was so caring and loving, and he was nice too. We talked and the conversation flowed easily between us. I know it wasn’t a one-time thing.”
Eloise takes a deep breath, keeping her expression neutral.
“But Penny, he hasn’t called yet, right? And it’s been a week.”
I nod.
“Yes, but Patrick’s a busy man. He probably has a lot of travel and meetings to take care of, not to mention HR and finance issues. I’m sure I’ll hear from him soon.”
My friend still had a troubled look on her face.
“I don’t know, Pen. I love you and everything, but this is sounding mighty shady to me.”
“It’s not shady,” I interrupt her rudely. “It was love at first sight.”
Eloise shook her head slowly.
“I’m no expert at love, but I do know that that in general, there aren’t any happy endings in situations like this. I don’t know. Have you told your dad?”
I sputter.
“Of course not! Harold would die if he found out that I made love to his boss during Take Your Daughter To Work Day. My dad would probably pass out and have a heart attack at once.”
Eloise nodded.
“Okay, but try to keep yourself on an even keel, okay Penny? I can already see that you’re getting obsessive about checking your phone, and I can tell from the way you’re talking about this man that you’re putting too much on this relationship, if you can even call it a relationship right now.”
My chin jutted out stubbornly.
“It is a relationship, thank you very much, and I’m certain Patrick is going to call any second now. Just you wait.”
My friend nodded, but of course, he didn’t call. I waited by my phone, staring hopefully at the screen for another few days, which slowly morphed into weeks. By the time a month had passed, it became obvious that this had been a one-time thing for Patrick. I was a fun girl he’d sampled, and that was that. He’d had enough and didn’t need a second helping.
My heart was broken. I sobbed quietly in my room, hoping my dad couldn’t hear. In the mornings, my eyes were red-rimmed and watery, but Harold pretended to ignore my miserable appearance, probably chalking it to some high school romance gone wrong.
But after two months, I realized I’d missed my period twice in a row. Once isn’t alarming because I’ve never been regular, but twice was cause for concern. I took a home pregnancy test and sat on the toilet limply while staring at the indicator. Two blue lines meant I was pregnant, and the two lines stared back at me as indisputable proof of the life growing within.
Oh god, how did this happen? How did I get pregnant by a CEO who no longer wanted me? One who also happened to be my dad’s boss? Tears ran down my cheeks, but they were mixed tears of surprise and joy because while I was shocked to know that there was a baby growing in me, I was also over the moon to know that I had something of my love to treasure for the rest of my life. My baby would be proof of that incredible experience, and I’d have a piece of Patrick to hold and cherish forever.
But you can’t put off the inevitable forever, and at some point, I had to tell my father. Of course, Harold was horrified when he found out.
“You’re pregnant?” he sputtered. “But how? You don’t even have a boyfriend! Or at least, you’ve never brought a boyfriend around here before.”
I was pale but calm while absorbing his reaction.
“I know, Daddy, and I know this isn’t what you want for me. But I’m pregnant and I want to keep the baby.”
Harold stared at me with horror.
“But what about college and a white-collar job? How are you going to provide for the baby? How will you support yourself, for that matter?”
I took a deep breath.
“I’m going to finish high school, and then have the baby. Everyone will know I’m pregnant because I’ll be huge for the rest of the school year. But my manager at SexyFlow has agreed to hold my job for me during a three-month maternity leave, and she said I can come back right afterwards and start full time. You know that college and working a desk job were never right for me, Daddy. That was never what I wanted, and now, life is taking me down a different path.”
My dad stared at me, his face red even as his mouth opened and closed a few times.
“This isn’t what your mom would have wanted for you,” he said in a low, broken voice. “I’ve let Margaret down. I haven’t been a good father.”
I shake my head firmly and my voice is fierce.
“No, that’s not true, Dad. You’re an amazing father, and Margaret would be proud of us, and proud of me for graduating from high school and then working hard to support my child. There are many ways to succeed in life and being a single mom is a form of success in and of itself. I know it’s not what you or I anticipated, but this is what I want.”
My dad looked at me with tears brimming in his eyes, and then enveloped me in tight hug while speaking in a choked voice.
“I suppose you’re right, honey. I’ve just been so lost ever since your mom died, and sometimes I wonder if I’m even raising a daughter the right way. I wish Margaret was still with us.”
I hug him back, his portly form solid and round with tears in my eyes.
“I know Dad, but Mom’s gone, and it’s just us now. I miss Mommy too, but at least we have each other. And now, you’ll have a grandchild too.”
Harold shed some tears then, but we pledged to make good of this development and to take care of the new addition to our family as best as possible. He never demanded to know the identity of Georgie’s father, nor what role this mystery man would have, which I was grateful for. I hate telling lies, and I would have had to spin a complicated yarn about my baby’s conception. It was better just to never address the subject.
Plus now, I have baby Georgie, and my child is delightful. He’s always been an easy baby from the moment he was born, sleeping through the night almost immediately. Even more, he reminds me of his father with his dark hair and big blue eyes, albeit Georgie has a chubby baby face and a smile so winsome it can make your heart crack open with love.
Plus, it was difficult, but my dad and I have made it work. During the week, I take care of Georgie while my dad goes to Lancaster Industries, and then on weekends, I work full days at SexyFlow while my dad watches Georgie. I haven’t gone back full-time yet, but I’m researching babysitters so that when I do, Georgie has someone kind and loving to look after him. Money is tight, but the walls of our small house are filled with love, and I wou
ldn’t have it any other way.
“Bye honey,” I whisper to my boy one Saturday morning before pressing a kiss to his tiny baby forehead. “Mommy loves you. Grandpa will be taking care of you today, but I’ll be back soon, okay? You guys have fun.”
My son cooed and shook his rattle again while my dad looked on with pride.
“Go ahead and head off to work, Pen. I’ve got this. We’re going to have a good time today, aren’t we Georgie? Look what Grandpa has for you – a new toy!”
My son squealed with excitement as my dad pulled out a small, stuffed octopus.
“Oh Dad, you didn’t have to,” I say with an exasperated smile. “Georgie has so many stuffed animals already, and he doesn’t need another one.”
My dad merely beams as Georgie seizes the octopus and shakes it around wildly.
“Nothing’s too good for my grandson,” Harold says in a proud voice. “Now can you tell Grandpa how many legs the octopus has? One – two – three –”
I smile fondly while letting myself out the front door. Georgie is only a few months old and far too young to know his numbers, but I suppose it’s never too early to start. He and my dad get along like two peas in a pod, and I’m grateful for all the blessings that I have.
My beat-up Acura pulls up into SexyFlow and I look around the parking lot. Yep, there’s Helen’s Honda Accord and Missy’s Toyota Corolla. We’re not a fancy lot, but that’s okay. We’re down to earth, hardworking girls here to make life just a tiny bit better by making women feel beautiful about themselves. I’m proud of the work I do, and no one can take that away from me.
As I breeze into the shop, Missy waves.
“Hey girl, just getting set up. How’s the baby?”
“He’s good,” I smile. “He’s with my dad, so I’m sure they’ll get up to all sorts of shenanigans today. Do I have any appointments lined up?”
“Sure do,” Missy says with a smile while looking down at the receptionist’s calendar. “You have one at ten a.m., so the customer should be showing up any moment now. She’s a new one, so take special care of her,” she winks.