by Hazel Keys
The hours ticked by slowly, but Isabella was somewhat grateful for that. It gave her more than enough time to run to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for Carne Asada, a skirt steak dish that Amun had admitted to liking a lot. She intended to surprise him with a nice home cooked meal before offering herself as dessert. Sure it was a little cheesy, but sometimes being romantic required you to be that way. With his sense of humor, he would most likely enjoy her joke greatly, not to mention the promise of sex would hopefully snap him out of the funk that he had been in. She knew that her body just had that effect on him.
That smells so good. The aroma of the cooking meat was now permeating the apartment, the enticing scent causing Isabella’s stomach to let out a small growl of desire for it. She tapped her foot somewhat impatiently as she waited for the steak to finish cooking, prepping some tomatoes and three different kinds of peppers that she added to the dish to give it more color and flavor. Finally, she set about peeling and mashing potatoes by hand, whipping the potatoes until they were nice and fluffy. They almost looked like they had come straight out of a box, though there were large chunks of potato still inside the bowl that she left there intentionally. They would help to give the dish more sustenance, as well as absorbing some of the juices of the meat.
She glanced over at the digital clock built into her stove and let out a slight gasp as she realized that Amun was due to be there in less than fifteen minutes. She was glad that she had started cooking a little early, and by the time that she heard Amun’s signature three-hit knock on her door the food was ready. She gave herself one last look in the mirror, liking the way that her robe and lingerie paired together but suddenly overcome with the desire to go a little further. She tugged off her robe and draped it gently over the back of her couch before slipping off the lingerie that she had chosen and set it next to her robe. She giggled a little bit before she went to the door, peering through the hole at the top of it to make sure that her boyfriend was alone before she opened the door.
Whatever words Amun might have been about to say seemed to die in his throat when she revealed herself to him in all of her naked glory. His mouth was hanging open slightly, the look of surprise on his face mingled with a look of obvious desire, the intensity of his staring causing Isabella to blush gently. She pulled him inside and closed the door behind her, pushing back against him and gently allowing her shapely rear to rub against the front of his pants teasingly. Her hand moved up to cup his cheek lightly, her head turning just enough so that she could plant a gentle kiss on his lips while still grinding against him.
“What is the occasion for all of this, Isabella?” he asked gently, his hands already moving to grope her D-cup breasts, the smooth skin of his palms rubbing over her slowly hardening nipples causing her to shiver with barely contained desire.
“My papai seemed like he was feeling a little down, so I wanted to do what I could to cheer him up,” she said sweetly, planting another gentle kiss on his cheek as she gazed up at him with loving eyes. “I made you carne asada for dinner, and once we finish that I might let you have some of your “dessert,” she said mischievously, her hand reaching down to gently cup the sizeable bulge that was now pressing out from the front of her boyfriend’s pants.
She led him over to the table before making him a plate, the food still hot and steaming as she set it down in front of him. Amun thanked her politely, waiting until she had prepared herself a plate as well and seated herself next to him before digging in. The little sounds of contentment coming from him as he ate her food made Isabella happy, the fact that he seemed to have slipped out of his mood from earlier coming as a relief to her. She hated seeing her boyfriend upset and seeing the way he had been so distracted earlier had been hard for her.
When they had finished their meals and set their dishes in the dishwasher, Isabella fitted her face with the sultriest look she could muster as she took Amun by the hand and silently led him toward her bedroom. It felt a little strange to be fooling around at her own place, the usual presence of her roommates typically making such a thing impossible to do. However, with Rachel out and Bella off on her honeymoon, it provided Isabella with the perfect amount of privacy to be able to pull it off.
She quickly helped liberate Amun from his clothing, a smile playing across her lips as his uncircumcised length popped into view before her. He smelled clean like he had just taken a shower before he had come over, and Isabella couldn’t resist placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his hard shaft before gently pulling his foreskin back so that the rest of his length could pop into view. Her tongue slid slowly along the head, his musky taste filling her mouth and causing her pussy to grow wet between her legs. She bobbed her head back and forth gently, one hand fondling his balls while the other slowly pumped along his cock.
“That feels really good,” he murmured quietly, his hand moving to rest on the top of her head as she let her mouth slide back and forth insistently on his length.
She simply smiled up at him, flicking at the slit of his cock with her tongue to gather up a small amount of precum that had managed to ooze from it, swallowing it down before allowing her head to move further down his cock until she felt it pressing against the back of her throat. Her nose was buried in his pubes, nostrils flaring as she took in his scent before slowly allowing his cock to slip from her mouth. She had better things in mind than just foreplay, her eyes glittering with obvious want as she gently pushed Amun back onto her bed and straddled his body.
She lowered her body just enough so that he could slip inside, biting her bottom lip as she felt his thick shaft forcing her to stretch out around it. Isabella had never admitted it to Amun before but she had a huge fetish for uncircumcised cocks, and there was something about his that drove her crazy. Maybe it was the fact that it was slightly curved, every movement causing the thick head to scrape against her most sensitive area inside. Perhaps it was just the fact that it was attached to a man that she loved. Whatever the reason, the instant that she felt him slide fully inside of her she was overcome with a feeling of contentment, her hands moving to press lightly against his chest as she began to bounce herself up and down on his hard and eager girth.
The sound of his pent-up balls smacking against her each time that she slid fully down onto him was oddly stimulating, the constant rubbing of his thick shaft on her sensitive inner depths quickly causing Isabella’s pleasure to begin snowballing. She could feel herself getting wetter with every passing moment, her juices slowly trickling down his turgid length and coating it in a gleaming sheen of arousal. His breathing was slightly labored, the look of pleasure that seemed fixated on his face only spurring her on more. She could see that his focus was fully on her, his strong hands gripping her sides gently to help her move up and down on his lap.
She could feel the backs of her legs burning, the constant strain of having to repeatedly bend her legs starting to cause a dull throbbing to make itself known in her legs. She was grateful when Amun suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped her over so that she was pinned gently beneath him. She had reflexively wrapped her arms around the back of his neck when he had moved her, her legs wrapping around his waist in an attempt to stabilize herself. She tensed up when his hard length seemed to slip even deeper inside of her, her face burying in his neck as her entire body began to shake uncontrollably.
“Yes!” The exclamation was breathless as it slipped past her lips, her head moving forward just enough so that she could push her lips against his. She happily allowed her tongue to slip between her lips to brush lightly against his own mouth, silently asking for him to open his mouth to receive her. He replied almost instinctively, and soon she found herself met with the sensation of his large and firm tongue brushing against her own. Her eyes closed as her hands moved up to gently cup the back of his head doing her best to deepen the kiss as she began to clench her inner muscles around his cock in an attempt to get him to finish. They never used protection, but somehow they had man
aged to time their couplings in such a way that she had never gotten knocked up.
He was thickening inside of her, that already turgid shaft causing her inner muscles to stretch outward to try and accept the increased size at the same time that her pleasure was causing her pussy to spasm and clench down. Her muscles rippled up and down his length, which seemed to be too much for him. A quiet grunt was the only warning before she felt a sudden warmth flood into her, her eyes rolling back, her mind going blank.
Chapter Five
Amun
To say that Amun was feeling slightly egotistic in the aftermath of his night with Isabella would be an understatement at best. He had never actually caused a woman to pass out from sex, and when she had finally awoken some time later she had stoked his ego even further by telling him in explicit detail about just how much she had enjoyed it. It had been a great start to the morning, the two of them able to enjoy sleeping in the next day on account of it being a weekend. This had been perfectly fine with Amun, who had been feeling quite exhausted from the ferocity with which he had ended up using with Isabella the night before.
He winced gently as he could feel his dress shirt drag across one of the marks that Isabella’s fingernails had left the night before in her moment of intense pleasure, the slight pain well worth it after the amazing night that the two of them had spent together. They had ended up fooling around a few more times during the rest of that weekend, Amun not ending up returning to his house until late Sunday night. By then he was completely drained, and no sooner did he manage to crawl into the soft confines of his blankets did he find himself passed out, a completely satisfied smile spread across his face.
He found himself humming gently as he went about getting himself ready for work, taking extra time to comb his hair back into a little more of an ordered look. He was somewhat taken by surprise at how different he felt he looked as he gazed at himself in the mirror, taking the time to slowly admire the transformation that the change in his hairstyle had brought about. His teeth flashed as he smiled at himself, his feeling of elation not seeming to be in danger of disappearing anytime soon. He drove to work with that same good attitude, grabbing a coffee for himself and a smoothie for Isabella in order to pay her back for having covered him that time he had forgotten his wallet.
“I brought you this,” he said pleasantly as he stopped in front of the door to Isabella’s office, standing in the doorway as he watched his attractive lover turn her head slowly to glance over at him, her attention being drawn away from the emails that were currently pulled up on her screen.
“Aw, thank you. I was wondering when you would get around to reimbursing me for covering you the other day,” she said teasingly, taking the smoothie from him and taking a small sip, a look of obvious pleasure crossing her face. “Yummy. I do think that I am quite a fan of this flavor. What is it?” she inquired, taking another sip of it as Amun watched with amusement.
I believe that it is their wild berry smoothie. Strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, and I think raspberries are in there,” Amun answered, tilting his head to the side slightly as he tried to remember exactly what the menu at the coffee shop had said about the drink he had gotten her.
“Well, all I know is that it is super tasty,” she said, setting it down on one of the coasters that she kept in her office for drinks.
“I’m glad you like it. I’ve got to get to work, so I’ll talk to you later,” he said with a smile, giving her a gentle hug before heading towards his own office.
As his laptop was booting up Amun’s office phone began to ring, the name on the caller ID making him pick up the phone immediately, his tone carefully neutral as he spoke into the receiver. “Hello, Ryan. What can I do for you?”
“Hello there, Amun. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to come up to the presentation room so that I could have a quick word with you. I have a previous engagement that will happen a few hours from now, so I’d like to settle this matter before I leave tonight,” he added, his voice making it sound like the multi-millionaire was quite eager for his prior plans, whatever they might be.
“Definitely. I can make my way there right away,” Amun replied, doing his best to not let his nervousness leak into his voice. It wasn’t every day that the boss called to talk to one of the employees, Ryan having taken a backseat to most of the operations of the day to day business when he promoted Bradley. If he was trying to talk to Amun, that must mean that whatever he had to talk about must be of significant importance to the company.
It took less time than Amun imagined for him to make his way up to the room where the staff of RushIt! held most if not all of their important meetings, swallowing gently as he pushed the door open to find Ryan waiting there for him. The young founder of the company was gazing out of the window towards the view of the street below, his hands folded casually behind him. He had been humming quietly to himself when Amun had first walked in, though when he turned his head and saw that he was no longer alone the sound abruptly died in his throat.
“Welcome. I appreciate you coming to see me on such short notice,” Ryan said calmly, his piercing gaze making Amun feel slightly out of his element. “I want you to know that this is not a meeting caused by you having done anything wrong, so you can relax about that.”
Amun let out the breath that he didn’t know he was holding in, a weak smile spreading across his face as he allowed his hands to remain hanging loosely at his side. “I didn’t really think about what the reason for you calling me here was, though I will admit that I am relieved to know that you aren’t calling me here to fire me,” he said with a laugh, his hand moving up to stroke through his brushed back hair nervously.
“Your hair seems different. Did you do something different with it?” Ryan’s tone was casual, the president not seeming to be in any hurry to get to his point despite what he had said earlier on the phone.
“I gave it a little extra combing today, nothing too special. Anyway, what was it that you needed to see me about? You sounded like you were in a bit of a hurry on the phone, so I don’t want to eat up too much of your time if you have somewhere to be,” Amun replied, making sure to use as polite of a tone as possible.
“I wanted to tell you that your name has been popping up an awful lot as of late as I’ve reviewed the sales reports, and I figured that you would be interested in knowing that I am considering awarding you with the title of Employee of the Month. I wanted to ask you before I made my final decision if you agreed with this choice or if there was another of your coworkers whom you think would deserve to be nominated in your place.” The question almost felt loaded, as if Ryan was merely testing Amun, who didn’t quite know what to say. This wasn’t exactly a conversation that he had ever mentally prepared himself for.
“Well, I am certainly flattered that someone would nominate me to be Employee of the Month since that is quite an honor. I do not, however, think that I am really the person who deserves it,” he said graciously, hoping that his words might cause his employer to reinforce his belief of Amun being deserving of the award as opposed to dissuading him.
“You’ve been the number one sales representative at this company for almost the entire time that you have been here,” Ryan replied skeptically, his hand moving to rest on top of what appeared to be Amun’s personnel file. “We keep very close attention to the progress of each of our employees, and I have to say that I am a little embarrassed that we haven’t reached out to you about this before now.”
“I didn’t know that our company even had an Employee of the Month award. Why have I never heard of this kind of thing before?” It was just a little suspicious that Amun had never heard talk about the award until now, especially since he and Tristan had used to make jokes at O’Cleary’s about how the company seemed to lack any recognition of such an award. The fact that he was hearing about it now was just questionable timing.
“Brad made a comment the last time we had a meeting about how such an award might bo
lster work ethic in the office, though considering you guys are already operating at max capacity I didn’t really think that was necessary. However, he did also say that it would probably serve as a nice recognition of the hard work that you guys put in each day, and I can definitely agree with that. So, what do you think?” he asked again, the president’s question hanging in the air for a moment.
Amun was mildly conflicted, biting his bottom lip as he considered what he should do at that moment. On the one hand, this was an opportunity for him to be able to combat the jealous feelings that he had been harboring about Tristan and Bella being offered promotions. The Employee of the Month award in itself probably didn’t mean much, but knowing Ryan, the young president probably had some perks in mind to go along with it. Amun wouldn’t mind finding out what those perks would be, but even as he was about to open his mouth to speak the image of Isabella flashed into his mind. She had been such a big help to him, the customer service department very much working hand in hand with him at all times in order to get through the high volumes of callers that they often received.
She had been especially helpful as of late, when the office had been experiencing an uptick in business, probably in no small part to Tristan’s constant Facebook presence for the company. Even while on his honeymoon he seemed to be keeping the company social media accounts up to date. Amun didn’t know if it was actually his friend doing it or if someone had been temporarily assigned to fill in for him, but if the former he would have certainly been impressed by his friend’s dedication. Be that as it may, Isabella also was the kind of person for whom work didn’t end when the clock struck five.