“There we go,” Joseph said, his face swirling in my eyes. “There we go… Enjoy yourself. You’re doing it now more than you ever have… More than I’ve ever seen you…”
Releasing my fingers, I breathed out a long stream of hot air, my chest stuck on relieving myself of the incredible fury Joseph injected into me.
“Ugnh!” I said.
Joseph’s cock expanded my canal, his shaft dripping pre-come from the tip, long and steadily, his stickiness making the upper end of my canal succulent and delicious.
He slipped his cock along my cunt, to the entrance, where he draped my clit in his wetness.
Squeezing at the base, he jerked himself once, squirting a blast of come over my clit. I opened my eyes wide, moaning, my body electric and jolting upright.
He pressed his face to my cunt, licking the edges and surface of my hood, my body rising, throbbing, unable to be controlled by mere whims.
“Oh,” I said, “oh, oh, oh…”
“There we are,” Joseph said, squeezing my ass, stroking my clit at the same time that he ate out of my snatch. Encircling my waist again, he lay me back, until my head was spinning from the euphoric buildup in my mind.
It was as if he could read it—could tell when I would climax a second time.
As the ecstasy stacked slowly, like a brick house, my body rattled, my teeth clacked, and my hands spasmed.
My belly rose, and my feet curled, Joseph’s mouth and tongue inside my cunt, biting the edges of my hood, a second round of orgasm surfacing from beneath my flesh. He knelt on top of me, stroking himself, his cock expelling loads of come over my body, washing out my breasts, washing out my face, the white rain slashing my lips, my tongue gathering up his fluid, the stream a continuous flow.
“Oh,” I said, rubbing my thighs, my knees collapsing away from his body, off his shoulders. They folded up together, my legs, and pulled into me as I throbbed and vibrated sonorously. My mouth heavy, my lungs contracting towards the center of my chest.
“Yes,” Joseph said, his hands on my clit, his mouth biting me, by my cunt, and then, and then near my breasts…
I squirted so much out of my clit that I blushed again.
Embarrassed from my bodily production, I hid my face, lying on my side, my rib cage aching—my head as if it had a fever.
“Don’t hide from me,” Joseph said.
I glanced at him, smirking. “I have a long way to go,” I said, “showing off my… Assets. What I can do for you.”
“Yeah,” he said, spanking my ass. “You’re so shy still.”
“When I lost my virginity to you… The other day… I wasn’t sure if I was okay with it.”
I had woken up in the middle of night, clutching my cunt, watching my skin crawl.
“You’re scared of attracting the wrong man,” Joseph said, stroking my cheek. He kissed my forehead, drawing his hands into the forest that was my hair, all tangled together, messed up and tight. Kissing my lips, my throat, he dragged his fingers over my breasts, pushing inwards to make me pulsate.
His hands were luxurious. Even the finery of his bones, like an intricate insignia that only the universe conspired to create in him.
A unique individual.
“I was scared,” I said, “but now… I’m not.”
Locking his eyes on to me, he pushed me against the headboard, licking my nipples, scoping his hands out over my belly. He groped my flesh, and even though I stopped him abruptly, because I had no confidence in myself, he managed to lower my defenses.
“Yes,” he said, his voice dropped into a near silent whisper. Biting my neck, I twisted my head up to the ceiling, staring through a window, back at the stars, back at the moon. The reflection of light hit the screen, filtering through a pair of blinds, meandering across my face. “Give me yourself, and I’ll give you the world.”
“Is that really… Can you really do it for me?”
“Everything,” Joseph said. “Everything…”
Adjusting my eyes in the darkness, I became nervous. His musculature, so large and powerful, could turn on me if I displeased him.
“Trust me,” he whispered, his teeth sinking deeper into my body. He traveled over and across my breasts, my ample tissue, chomping down, his teeth releasing a flood of endorphins, the ecstasy mingling at the backs and corners of my mind. Groaning, I flicked my toes, my fingers.
“I do,” I said. “I do…”
Just then, I imagined wedding bells. I know, crazy, but I had won over Zena and Ricarda. And Angela and Lindsay.
They couldn’t stand against me if I had Joseph by my side.
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A problem occurred though: I felt guilty. Guilty because I had given Lindsay one of the secret advantages I made for Joseph.
And in my contract, I remembered that everything I made for his company was owned by him.
Now, the repercussions appeared in my vision, as a set of hostile images.
I could be taken up for it. Arrested, maybe. Or, really, I had no idea what happened to people like me. I never followed the news—especially corporate news—because it never interested me, and because I never had time.
“Joseph,” I said, in a little voice, so weak and wary from our sex. “You… Do you trust me?”
He brought his head to face me, directly, his eyes boring into my own. Pressing his forehead against my nose, he mounted himself on my cunt, his erect cock lying flat on my clit.
Rubbing himself on me, he nodded, smiling in the darkness, the faint light pouring through the windows. “Of course I do,” he said, biting me again, my lower lip, my upper lip. He turned his tongue to the roof of my mouth, swiveling across my teeth, licking the centers of my dipping breasts.
He had an alacrity I couldn’t keep up with. Speed that seemed superhuman.
Nothing could go wrong as long as Lindsay stayed quiet. I guessed a bright future for the both of us: her at work, relieved of the stressors of her job; me and Joseph, finally happy together.
I was too scared to ask what would happen if I ever betrayed him anyway.
“Why do you ask?” Joseph said. The darkness and shrouded both of us, obscuring his facial expressions, clouding even my mind. Was he angry at me? Scared? No. Neither of them. Inquisitive, perhaps. Curious. Definitely searching for an answer, multiple answers. “If you went to a different company, I wouldn’t be too offended… So long as you come back.”
I smiled. “Bringing trade secrets to you? Ophelia, the investment banker spy?”
Joseph tickled my breasts, his cock throbbing again, squirting when I squirted, come melting along my body, in the river created from my clit.
“The best agent,” Joseph mumbled. “Only you…”
“Yes,” I said, groaning, my body shaking, tremulously. “Yes, the best agent of all…”
Joseph’s hands roved down my breasts, across my nipples. He plunged himself against my G spot, striking the center of orgasmic climax once and again. Yet another blast of ecstasy seized my mind—all my muscles locked up tight, convulsed.
“There we are,” Joseph said, “there… There…”
“Joseph—”
Could I tell him what had gone on between me and Lindsay?
His eyes in mine, his hands on my hips, rocking my cunt backwards.
My head dipping into the last troughs of ecstasy and pleasure…
Moaning, I stretched my arms out, holding the headrest, leaning into it. Passionate and of great mental stability, I knocked to the side, my forehead resting on the wooden lacquer of a bed post.
The mattress sunk underneath me as Joseph weighed himself down, his cock pumping, pumping more come…
“Oh,” I said, slumping. “Joseph…”
Guilt flushed through me. Lindsay… My code that I had given her…
It wasn’t that I would leave Joseph—it’s that I helped his competition.
“Joseph…” I mumbled, my cunt throbbing and clamping down shut, lock and key. My clit tightened,
the juices flowing evermore. “Joseph…”
When I came to, Joseph was on top of me, his mouth gently caressing my neck, gripping with his teeth my chin. He bit there, playfully.
“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you… Joseph…”
“It’s the best that I can do for you,” Joseph said. “The absolute best…”
“Yeah,” I said, rising. Looking out into the night, the waters sloshing in the bay, I realized my treachery. Scanning Joseph’s face for any sign of knowledge, I became paranoid.
What if he found out? What if he had someone tell him about a girl’s program, a certain someone’s coding that accelerated the filing of important data? Antonio could brag to Joseph. Over the phone, maybe in an email, and then I would be done for, my job gone, only school left.
How would I find employment afterwards? Conjuring up the worst, I shook my head, denying myself the privilege of catastrophizing.
I couldn’t sleep in those nightmares anymore. It wasn’t my place—it wasn’t for me.
“I have to focus on the present,” I said, allowed. It sounded awkward, after what we had done together, so Joseph simply stared at me, shrugging slightly. “You know, the advice you gave me. I have to learn how to live in the present, taking all the information around me, don’t rush, don’t… Make any sudden decisions. Learn to appreciate what’s in front of my eyes.”
“Yes,” Joseph said, nodding. “Very much true.”
“I spent most of my life trying to get into a good college,” I said. “There’s just so many hoops for someone to jump through.”
“A guy has to figure it out,” Joseph said, “that in the end, the now is what’s happening tomorrow and yesterday.”
I grinned at him. “A salient position,” I said.
We stayed there in silence, watching the waves, when Joseph broke for my attention. “How about this: I can help you start a charity tomorrow.”
I arched my eyebrows, quizzically approaching him across the bed. Holding his neck, I rubbed the back of his muscles, feeling for his collarbone, wrapping my fingers around his shoulders. “How can you do that? Don’t you need time to, I don’t know, incorporate?”
“It’ll take some time,” Joseph said. “But I can get all the legal work done immediately… Placarm Rhodes has quite a bit of clout—good lawyers. I’ve got my own personal set.”
“Okay, then,” I said, not really believing him. “You… Do what you can do for me.”
“All right then,” Joseph said. “What should we name it?”
“We?”
“Me, your nonprofit partner. Well, I guess I’ll be acting as your Board of Directors.”
“Really? You’re serious about this?”
I thought it would be impossible, to own my own nonprofit, to help people in a better way than Manhattan’s Concern.
But here Joseph was, the idea man.
“I’m serious,” he said. “Just tell me the name…”
“Well… I think… Homeless United sounds nice.”
Joseph smiled at me, brushing my hair, his hands traveling through the roots, setting up goosebumps like landmines over my head. Whatever his finger even struck one, I twitched.
“Does it sound… Official to you?”
“It sounds great,” Joseph said, “don’t even second-guess. I find that names usually come from a gut place. Right in here.” Joseph traced my belly, squeezing me once. I giggled, wrapped up in his embrace, tight against him. “Trust me on this: you have a good idea about who you are. Why you’re doing this. Where you want to go. This bodes well: you have a vision. A vision about a better future, about helping people, something that I can help you with.”
“Will you go… All the way with me?” I said.
“As far as I can,” Joseph said. “I want to help you build this nonprofit. And you know, nonprofits are often run like businesses. You have to have accounting, a base level budget, departments strung together with good communication. It’s really no different—they’re just seen differently by the IRS. In purpose, they might have a different goal: but they are constrained in the same way.”
His grip on me tightened, and I sighed. “Joseph…” Should I tell him? “You’re placing so much trust in me…”
“I told you already,” Joseph said, “I do. A lot of trust. You’re my best employee, actually, I should say. The best I’ve ever had… Ophelia.”
He held me against him, striking my face on his chest. I looked up at him, lying on top, the rocking of the yacht practically unnoticeable.
“I’ll stand by you, if there’s anything that goes wrong,” Joseph said. “So you have nothing to fear in the future… When it comes to this business stuff, nothing.”
The boat’s rocking echoed in my head. Sleepy and dreamy, I lay back in the sheets, and wrapped myself up in the embrace of my lover.
Joseph, my man, my one true man…
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The next day, we arrived at Sandy Hook, New Jersey.
The shoreline was pristine and glittering in the light. Stepping out with Joseph, I held his hand, wearing a neoprene bikini, one that showed off my curves. Putting on my sandals, I held my purse by my side, and sashayed away across the waters. The blueness and wetness struck my body with a force, nearly shifting me whenever I tried to walk, but just as he told me, Joseph was there. Holding my arms, guiding my waist, clinching my thighs with his wonderful fingers. Tracing up the back of my leg, the back of my spine.
“I’ve never had such a good time with anyone,” I said, shaking my head, looking out into the distance. “I promise you, that even my own family could ever make me feel this good.”
Pretty sure my parents would be surprised and possibly appalled at what I was doing. They would see me as a gold digger, not as someone who had a genuine relationship with an older man.
“Are you living with them?”
I shook my head.
“Don’t worry,” Joseph said. His hands crept into the crevice of my bikini, near my cunt, and he pressed inward, my throbbing beginning again. I rested my head backwards, letting him hold me, my thighs aching already.
“Why do you have to be so right?” I said. I was worrying again, thinking about a future that might never be.
“Everyone has different levels,” Joseph said. “You just have a very… Active mind.”
“I do,” I said. “It’s one that just keeps going on and on…”
“That’s how you get into the Ivy League,” Joseph said. “By having a strong sense of what you need to do in order to make it to the top.”
“Exactly,” I said. “I feel like it’s almost genetic… It’s just who I am.”
“We can temper that,” I said.
The waves slapped my legs, and we edged closer to the greater deep. The openness made me nauseated, almost for a second, but then Joseph captured my body in his grace, holding me with his legs, steering me with his shoulders pressed up against my back. His chest expanded against my neck, his hands on my breasts—we waded until the waters were up by my thighs and my eyes scintillated from the motion before me, every wave like a fan cut from the Almighty himself.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, glancing around. “You know, I normally wouldn’t go this far…”
“I could tell,” Joseph said, spanking my ass gently. He nibbled on my neck, turning me in place, pivoting me against him. I rested my hands on his Adonis belt, the slices of bear muscularity apparent to me. I held on, gripping for his six pack abs, tracing and outlining his nipples, pulling on his speedo.
A bulge filled up my hands, my palms, and I squeezed.
“Delicious,” I said, kneeling slowly lower. The yacht was at least a mile away, and no one could see us from around the bend of a cliff side drop.
We were hidden, secluded from everyone else.
From those who would judge us unfairly.
“I love this cock,” I whispered, bending lower and lower, opening my mouth. My teeth tingled at the root, wanting to bite dow
n, to savor the taste of his come.
Joseph checked behind us to see if anyone was there. And when he cleared me, I gripped his ball sack with my fingers, and pulled down his speedo. Opening my mouth as wide as I could go, I sucked on his cock, tasting the edge of his mushroom tip, salivating over his slit.
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