Johnathan went to bed that night thinking that his fling with hot young Jessica had come to an end. When Melissa snuck into bed, she seemed cheerful, almost giddy over the move. He listened as she told him about the place, and how great it would be to have their place to themselves again.
That was something he was looking forward to; having Melissa all to herself at home for a change, but he was still pining for Jessica.
“Can you move her things tomorrow?” She asked.
“Of course.” He said.
Melissa drifted into a deep sleep, and Johnathan stared at the ceiling, listening for any sign of Jessica downstairs, but he heard nothing. He assumed she was asleep.
The next morning Melissa was already up and ready for work. She reminded Jonathan once more to help move Jessica out of the house, something he wasn’t looking forward to.
“Good luck today.” She said.
She kissed him on the forehead and headed out the door.
Jessica started carrying boxes up the stairs.
“Here, let me help you.” He said.
He took the box from her hands, and paused as his hand slid over hers.
The tension between them was strong as they loaded up the last of the boxes. They had spent the entire day working on getting her belongings over to her new apartment in Melissa’s small truck that he was driving.
The last box was placed in the living room floor.
“So, are you going to be ok here?” He asked.
“Of course.” She said.
Johnathan wanted to tell her how badly he was going to miss having her around, but he felt it was inappropriate. He wanted to tell her he would miss her beautiful body, her long dark hair, and her luscious lips. He wanted to tell her how he would miss how she tasted on his tongue, but she just stared at him, making him unsure what she was thinking.
She moved towards him as he sat on the couch Melissa gave her from the basement. Her legs straddled him as she sat on his lap.
Johnathan felt a sigh of relief as her lips pressed against his. Her tongue slid between them, parting them enough so she could enter.
His hands rested on her lower back, but slowly slide to her round ass cheeks. He squeezed them in his hands hard causing her to let out a squeal in his mouth.
Soon, his right hand came around to her belly, then ducked down deep between her legs, briskly rubbing and teasing her aching vagina through her clothes. She began to pant and moan.
He soon stood, holding her in his arms as he walked towards the bedroom. He gently placed her down on the mattress in the floor, and stared at her beauty.
“Can’t peek in on me anymore daddy…” She said.
Her smirk was wide as she spoke. She knew how much he hated her calling him that.
He pulled at her shorts until they were removed from her body, and then worked on removing her tank top.
“Unless you come to the club, you can see me all you want in there.” She whispered.
“You still want me to?” He asked.
“Yes.” She said.
His mouth lowered to her small breast, taking her tiny pink nipple into his mouth. His tongue teased her hardened nipple as his erection grew larger, causing his jeans to tighten.
Her hands reached to his waist, unzipping his pants. He felt her small fingers work to grip him, and then pull him from his jeans.
His teeth scraped against her long pink nipple as he released her from his mouth. Her moans were soft and delicate, and her face softened, back to that young, innocent girl he’d licked once before.
His hands pushed her legs open, and his mouth lowered to her pink pussy. Her juices were already flowing as he lapped them up with long, slow strokes of his tongue between her legs.
She moaned louder as his tongue pushed into her, and even louder when he worked it back and forth to fuck her with it.
He watched as her hands caressed her own body, sliding gently to her breasts, and then aggressively tugging on her nipples.
“Baby…” He whispered.
Johnathan stood, removed his pants, and then positioned himself over Jessica’s nude body and in between her thighs.
He held his cock in his hand as he guided it between her legs, slowly pushing his way into her tight, slippery cunt.
Her body twitched as he pushed in deeper, and her moans grew louder and more of control. He felt her hips start to thrust against him, helping him to enter her tight pussy.
Once he was in, it popped like a cherry and they both let out a moan. It was painful pleasure as he worked in and out, trying to catch some of her juices to help guide him into her with each stroke.
Her orgasm pushed juices around him in hot waves of pleasure. Her body squeezed against his cock, and then pulsated as her pussy massaged him. It became easier to thrust into her with the mess she had just made, causing Johnathan to pump deeper and harder, making her moan and cry out his name.
His hands gripped her ass cheeks, pulling her towards him and away from the mattress as he plunged into her with his long snake.
“Oh fuck baby…” He said.
His cock swelled and he felt the heat of his cum as it made its way through his shaft into her sweet pussy. He didn’t have time to pull out; he didn’t want to pull out. She felt too good, and her warm, wet spot between her legs held onto him like a suction as he gave her one last hard, deep thrust.
“At least I can see you at the club.” He whispered.
Johnathan knew he wasn’t going to be able to stay away. Seeing her, feeling her, tasting her, it was all too addictive. He always brought home a strong sexual appetite for Melissa, so it was helping their marriage stay strong as well; at least that’s what he told himself.
“So, you will come see me dance?” She asked.
“Every night I can.” He said.
“When mom works nights…you can come here.” She said.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in close to her. Her soft pink lips pressed against his for a passionate kiss. Her body was so warm, so soft, and her tongue so eager and curious.
The thought of being able to be here with her, and not having to sneak around at home was a delicious thought. He could spend more time exploring her young and inexperienced body. He started thinking maybe this move was the best thing that ever happened.
“Is that what you want?” He asked.
“Yes.” She said.
The End of the Story
Thank you so much for reading…
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Book 31: Amanda’s Virgin Voyage
Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.
This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
A’s AA was a very large clipboard that introduced any watchful eyes to the semi-large office on Caitlin’s street. The office stood confidently between a pastry shop and a law office.
Walking or driving through the street, most people would comment that the letters in front of the office were so large, it was almost impossible to pass by without having a bout of curiosity.
This is true, Amanda told herself. From her office, which was separated from the rest of her staff, Amanda could see the boldly written letters too.
Sprawled across the entrance door, which was a large transparent glass. And beneath the letters, the company’s full name was sharply pasted in smaller fonts: Amanda’s Advertising Agency.
Amanda mouthed the words to herself in her silent office. The feel of having to hear the name of her growing company was fast becoming an everyday ritual. What she doe
s towards the end of every day was to stare straight at the entrance of her private office.
This entrance was yet another transparent glass, which gave Amanda proper access to the entrance that led outside to the street. Amanda’s next ritual was to silently praise her staff for helping her achieve so much. Her staff wasn’t much to begin with. Her agency would always be a four-man team who worked surprisingly hard.
Amanda was the CEO that would always get the company that interesting artist, while Perry, her Personal Assistant, was virtually the one that constantly dug out names of successful and/or talented artists.
The perfectionist duo, Craig and Simon, stared at the computer all day, following every activity of the company’s clients on social media and newspapers.
It is sincerely a perfect enterprise and Amanda couldn’t want anything to change. When her office phone buzzed, Amanda received the call with certain coolness.
“Yes, Perry?” She answered.
“A,” Everyone officially called Amanda ‘A’, “your last schedule for today should reach your door in three, two annnnndd…yes, his hand just reached the knob…” Perry gaily chirped.
Perry wasn’t on two when Amanda saw the suited man that approached her door. She wasn’t able to see him clearly for a moment, but then he entered her office, and Amanda concluded that he was the kind that took care of himself.
His suit was definitely Italian made and his gold wristwatch spoke of average wealth. There were no traces of facial hair, but that could easily have been the work of a careful shaving. His nose was pointed and long, and his hair was neatly cut low and smart.
Andy hissed into the phone at the same time that she smiled at her to-be client.
“Thanks for the tip, Perry.” She murmured into the phone.
“Gee, you welcome!” Perry grinned before Amanda had the chance to end the call.
Her visitor was already making his way to one of the seats in front of her desk. His eyes intently scanned the interior of the office before it fixed on Amanda’s. Amanda quickly stretched her hand towards him.
“Amanda Taylor, Mr. Richardson. I am so glad you finally came to see us.”
She really was glad. Alonso Richardson was the new famous artist in town. According to Craig, nobody knew much about the talented painter and sculptor, but he was definitely gifted. And she could make him more than popular and gifted. A’s AA could make him artistically rich!
The artist took her hand in a soft grip and smiled back at her. “Oh, do call me Alonso,” he said, “and this definitely is a nice office.” He added, turning his head to glance at the paintings on the wall.
“Oh, courtesy of Maron Clumsky.” Amanda provided, “She was so happy after the sales of her Diamond Glee, she paid me so much, well, accompanied with this magnificent drawing on the wall of my office.”
“Well, the woman knew her art.” Alonso said as he sat.
Amanda quickly thought of Maron as she sat too. Maron was her first client. The older woman had made a real name for herself and for Amanda through her exquisite drawing of a long lost Grecian diamond. It was the first sale that sent A’s AA into the advertising world.
Amanda focused back on the present. “Mr. Alonso,” Amanda began, acknowledging his request that she call him by his first name, “Perry told me you out rightly refused our proposal to get your art across the globe.”
“Perry?” He raised an eyebrow and quickly dropped it, “Oh, the secretary that constantly wants me to meet her overly attractive boss?”
“What?” Amanda feigned ignorance. But she knew this was mostly the technique that Perry used for new male customers. She virtually wooed them to join the agency.
Well, most of them got disappointed to find out that the promised boss had no interest in men at all.
“Perry likes to be called my Personal Assistant, Mr. Alonso.” Amanda quickly added.
“Oh.” Alonso said nothing more.
Guessing that he wanted an explanation for Perry’s constant persistence, Amanda sighed and stood. She walked slowly to a board on the wall and invited Alonso to join her.
“You are a talented painter, Mr. Alonso. When Perry introduced me to your art, it reminded me of this.” She nodded to the painting on the wall and quickly looked at the man beside her. He was staring attentively at the frame.
“This drawing is not the original, but I wish it were. No one knows where the original is; it got lost in the early nineteenth century, I think.” Alonso nodded and Amanda smiled before she continued.
“It has a naked mermaid in the middle of the sea. The wonder here is that the sea is like a desert, a sandy storm. And our dear beautiful mermaid is holding a torch in her hands. This torch illuminates the sea. Call it desert if you may.” Amanda turned and returned to her seat. But Alonso was still staring at the painting.
He turned his head and pointed at the mermaid, “It is a chalice”, he said.
“Pardon?” Amanda heard him right.
“The torch isn’t a torch. It is a chalice.” He reiterated as he went back to the chair. But he wasn’t sitting down.
“Oh,” Amanda smiled. He definitely is an artiste with a keen eye. “A chalice is a trophy, is it not?”
“Well, it is.” He answered, curiosity dancing in his tone.
“Then, Mr. Alonso, Perry only wanted to help you join us. My company will get you such a trophy. A grand one that will put your art as the torch of every painting and sculpture.”
Amanda deliberately allowed a few seconds of silence to allow her words to sink in. Then she continued, “We insist that we need you, and you definitely need us.”
For a few more seconds, Alonso frowned, followed the ensuing silence. He glanced at the picture from where he stood again. Then his face shifted to stare at Amanda. His eyes shifted to view every curve of Amanda’s body before it rested back on her eyes.
Alonso then smiled at Amanda and nodded, a blazing light dancing in his eyes. “I want every trophy you can get me, Amanda. Every trophy.”
Amanda noticed that three things had changed since the silence that followed her speech:
First, Alonso’s eyes were no longer staring into hers. No, they were staring at her breasts and moving downwards to her legs. And Alonso was constantly closing the gap between them.
The third thing that had changed was that he wasn’t insisting that he didn’t need an agency anymore.
Amanda smiled at him and told herself she could handle any amount of flirtation, from any man. But what he said next sent that belief flying through her door.
“When I agree to hire you, I want more than to be in the tabloids, Amanda. I want to be inside you as well.”
Chapter Two
Amanda grew up with three different sisters. Her mother, Miranda Taylor, made life easy for everyone, while her father made it easier. They had all the freedom and education they wanted, and received caution only when they needed it.
Amanda was the last child, and it was fun having to be listened to by virtually everyone in the house. Her father majorly played a role in bringing her up, since he was the parent who was mostly at home. He was either at his desk writing a book, or with Amanda, having her climb him, just for fun.
Amanda could remember how close she was with her father until he passed away almost three years ago. He was the only man she had ever poured out her heart to, and she sincerely didn’t need anyone else.
In fact, no man had ever been bold enough to tell her she needed him. Until Alonso Anderson walked into her office a few minutes ago.
“Excuse me?” Amanda wasn’t sure she got him right. He sincerely didn’t just tell me outright that he wanted to sleep with me!
But he did. And he was repeating it. “I would allow you to handle the showcase of my talent to the world,” he started. He had stopped and wasn’t walking towards her again.
“But I want something else besides such a deal.”
“What, Mr. Alonso? A’s AA offers no other services.” She frankl
y wanted him to stop looking at her like she was finger food for his own, personal fascination.
“This isn’t about your company, Amanda.” He stopped and grinned for a second. “I can call you Amanda, can’t I?”
Amanda could only stare at him as she nodded. He definitely had called her that twice or more already. He smiled again as he continued, “Perry, the long-legged Assistant promised me something and I want it as part of the deal.”
Amanda wasn’t prepared for such frankness from any artist. Yes, she knew a bunch of them were flirts while the better of them just like to live life simple, though exquisitely. She wondered what category she would have to place Alonso in.
“Oh, then it is a deal,” Amanda teased, “We can promise you fifty percent of every shake we make through your name or arts, online or through personal contact with investors.” She stood and walked towards him, bearing it in mind that it might be a mistake to do so.
When she was right in front of him, she stretched her hand and met the softness of his perfectly oval face. “I will ask Perry to draw up the papers,” she said advancing towards the door.
But Alonso wasn’t the type of man who let things slip between his fingers. He didn’t release her hand after he shook it. He wasn’t doing anything else, but his firm grip sent a very clear message.
“Dear dear, you got me perfectly wrong.” His eyes were burrowing into Amanda’s timid skin. It was as if he forcibly wanted to know what was beneath the velvet dress that she wore.
Then he drew her towards him with a perfect pull. He wasn’t doing anything, but both of them were now so close that Amanda could feel his hot breath. He wanted to say something, then decided against it.
Amanda, glued by the inviting brown color of his eyes, couldn’t move as his head closed in on hers. I am going to allow him to kiss me, she finally told herself.
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Alonso deliberately took his time to study Amanda’s lips before he finally decided to go for it. Her lips were a perfect; not too thin and incredibly soft. When his head advanced towards her, her tongue protruded to wet them, and Alonso felt his dick respond to the sudden movement.
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