by Amy Brent
The two walked in, and he shut the door as she took off her clothes. She had the hottest body ever, and I wished my own was as filled out. She also had on the sexiest bra and panties set, and I made up my mind then and there that I would never wear cotton panties again. Mine was soaked and getting wetter by the minute as Mr. Porter slipped off his shirt and then undid his pants and let them drop. Holy mother. He was gorgeous. I knew he spent a lot of time in the gym, but damn; he was in better shape than most of the boys at school, and his body was more developed and mature.
As he took her to the bed and she lay back, spreading her legs wide for him, I covered my mouth. My panting had grown loud, and it was then I decided I had to rub my pussy. I slipped my hand down inside my panties and stroked the tender bud as he put his hand her to hers and she moaned.
Then he centered his cock at her entrance and pushed his hip, burying deep inside her. It was then that I realized he was what I needed. Not some boy, but a man like Mr. Porter.
It was all I could do not to make a sound, especially when the woman came and my release followed. I pulled my lips in tight and covered my mouth as my slender fingers worked my slick pussy.
Mr. Porter picked her up against him, and she threw her head back as his large cock penetrated working like a piston, driving hard. The noise was growing louder, and as he talked dirty to her, it occurred to me why he had his own suite. He was relentless, and she loved it. I wanted to love it too.
“You like my fucking cock, don’t you? It’s what you’ve wanted all along isn’t it?” His voice was so harsh, but it was so sexy, and she nodded and whimpered as she admitted he was right. “Yeah, I’ve wanted it too. Why do you think you got the job?”
I looked at the woman wondering how I could be like her, desirable in his eyes. The kind of woman he wanted to hire. Her breasts were no larger than mine, but she held herself with more confidence, and while her hair was a slightly different blond, my strawberry blond was prettier. I suddenly wanted to be a woman and not a girl, to give up the childish clothes, sandals, and ponytails, and to make myself sexy enough to attract a man like Mr. Porter. Or better yet, Mr. Porter himself, and he’d give me the job I wanted too.
I was even more convinced that he was the one for me when he worked the woman thoroughly through a series of orgasms, which seemed so much more intense than the ones I’d been giving myself. Then he jerked his cock out from her glistening pussy and shot his come all over her boobs. His load was incredible, and I had no idea men could come so much. Champ had never given me anything like that before, and I suddenly felt cheated.
The cook, who lay there with her legs scissoring together, raked her finger across her breasts and brought the digit to her mouth. She gave a little mm sound, and I realized she’d tasted it. As my tummy growled again, I wished I was her.
He brought her a towel from the bathroom, and they cleaned up and dressed. I sat back hoping they’d hurry so I could run back up to Lila’s room.
I had given up on a snack, knowing there was only one thing I craved. And I knew with certainty that I wanted Mr. Porter to be the man I gave myself to.
As he walked her out of his room, I found my opportunity to make a getaway and opened the closet door, but I’d only taken two steps out of it when he walked back into the room.
Chapter 2
Whitt
I would let the little slut walk herself out and hit the showers, or at least that was my plan. I walked back into my room to see my daughter’s friend, Gemma, standing near my closet door wide-eyed with fear and embarrassment.
“Gemma? What the hell are you doing?” The girl had been like family to my daughter for years, and though I hadn’t been around her as much, I had always seen her a good kid.
She stuttered and stammered, “I’m uh, I—
“You were in the closet?” I stepped forward and grabbed her arm and looked down at her small frame. She was in a cotton camisole top, and boy shorts like my daughter wore, and I couldn’t help but notice the little wet spot in the front between her legs.
My cock twitched as I realized what she’d been doing and suddenly she found her voice. “I’m sorry, I was on my way down to the kitchen, and I saw you on the couch. Then you came up, and I was trying to—
“You were trying to see more, weren’t you?” She must have been curious about the sex she’d seen downstairs, and I wondered how much of the blowjob she’d witnessed.
“No, I really wasn’t; I swear, Mr. Porter.” She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and pouty lips, and I glanced down to see her tight nipples pressed against her little camisole. She was aroused.
“I think you’re lying, Gemma. What were you doing in that closet?”
“It’s like I said, sir. I promise I wasn’t trying to do anything. I just didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know it was your room.”
“You could have made yourself known. Did Lila put you up to this?” I hoped my daughter had nothing to do with it and the last thing I wanted her to know was that I was fucking someone on the staff again. She had been so upset the last time she’d caught me with the housekeeper.
“No, sir. She’s asleep.” Her eyes trailed down to my cock, and even though I had on a robe, I had a feeling she could tell it was hard. Her eyes were puffy red, and I was afraid she’d start to cry.
I tried to soften my voice. “Gemma, you can’t just hide in my closet while I have sex. You should have made yourself known from the beginning and suffered the embarrassment; you’re not a little girl anymore.” I glanced back down to her slender frame and thought of all the ways I could take her, knowing full well if I wanted to fuck her I could have her down on the bed and beneath me in a heartbeat.
She must have played with her pussy in the closet while watching and I wondered if she had a crush. What I really needed to know was, would she run and tell Lila. I had to bribe her to keep her quiet, so I decided to question her. “Did you and Lila drink at the party?” She shook her head, but I gave her a knowing glance.
“Lila had a few, but she’s sleeping them off.” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts which pushed them together. “Please, don’t punish her.”
I had a right mind to punish them both, starting with Gemma. I could make her suck my cock or let me fuck her and dare her to tell Lila anything, but I couldn’t do that. I didn’t have to in order to keep her quiet. “I don’t want Lila to know about Felicity, the cook.”
“I promise I won’t tell, but could I ask you for something, Mr. Porter?” She stepped closer and placed her hands on my arms as she let my eyes with a seductive look.
“Maybe. But I think I need to know what you saw, Gemma.” Her face reddened even more, and I pinched her chin and lifted her eyes to mine.
“I saw everything.” She tilted her head, and I knew she meant my cock and my grand finale.
“And how did that make you feel, Gemma. I have a feeling you were doing more than watching. And that little wet spot in your panties is how I know.” I hoped to shock and embarrass her so she’d go.
She gasped and glanced down at herself and then lifted her chin. “So, it’s only natural for me to be turned on and I think you’re very sexy.”
I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride through my cock but cursed it beneath my breath. “You’re a beautiful girl, Gemma. But you have so much growing up to do. An adult wouldn’t have hidden in the closet. And just because you have sex, doesn’t mean you are grown up.”
“I’m a virgin, and if you don’t want me to tell Lila, I won’t. But would you kiss me?” She pushed her shoulders back and pressed her chest out. She was a bold one, and I was surprised that she’d not lost her cherry with all that fire. The thought of being the one to take it from her had me even more conflicted than before.
My better sense won out. “I can’t kiss you, Gemma. You’re too young. That would be inappropriate.”
“I’m not a little girl. I’m eighteen and perfectly legal.” She batted her lashes at me an
d leaned in closer. “And I’m very willing.”
“You’re Lila’s age.”
“What if I wasn’t her friend; what if I was older? Would you lay me back like you did your cook and put your big, thick cock inside my tight little hole?” She was a breath away from that kiss when she stopped and gave me a challenging look. Her dirty mouth needed a big fat cock in it for sure, but it wasn’t going to be mine.
“If you were older, you’d still be Lila’s best friend.”
“I can keep a secret, Mr. Porter. What’s one more?” She had me there, but I couldn’t do it. Every ounce of decency in me was warning me it was a bad idea.
“It’s not going to happen.” I shook my head, but she stood up on her tiptoes and pulled me down to her mouth. I let my mouth open, and my tongue slipped inside for a short moment, but then I pulled away, prying her arms off of me. “Gemma!” I gave her a hard glare, and she stepped back and crossed her arm as if she were about to pout.
“Am I so horrible?” She lifted her shoulders, and her eyes ringed red with tears. I felt horrible for rejecting her in such a harsh way and brought her into my arms.
“Gemma, you’re a gorgeous girl, and yes, if you were a bit older, I’d violate you in every way possible, but baby, you’re so young.”
“I’m not though, everyone I know has had sex and I—
“My Lila?” I stiffened, and she looked up at me but didn’t make a move to confirm or deny. I knew she’d slipped. “Dammit. Don’t tell me; I don’t want to know.”
“I want it to be you, Mr. Porter. I saw you tonight, you know what to do with a woman, and I need someone who will make it special.” She had seen it all. The thought of her watching me, that I’d have a little voyeur in the closet spying was a total fucking turn on. Especially since she’d been so hot, she had to take care of business.
“It will be special with someone you care about, not some old man who could be your father.”
“You know I don’t have a father.”
“That’s what I should be, Gemma. Like a father.”
“Kiss me, and I promise, I’ll be a good girl.” She stepped back up to me and put her hands on my chest and gave me a pouty look.
“One tiny kiss, Gemma. And nothing will ever come of it.” I took a deep breath telling myself over and over that it could only be one small kiss. I’d give it to her to keep her quiet, and that would be the end of it. “I do this, and you go up to bed, and we never speak of it again or anything else that happened tonight. Deal?”
“Deal. But, I want a real kiss.” She smiled, and I nodded in agreement. It would be a real kiss all right. She lifted her chin, and I brought my mouth down to her full lips, tasting the bubble gum chapstick she wore. She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed her body against me, and I knew my erection was pressing into her flat little tummy.
She didn’t kiss like a little girl, and I knew I had to be the one to break away, but she had such a grip on my hair that entertained it a bit longer. I rested my hand just under her breast, and she gave a little moan as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. While I was distracted with that, she snaked her free hand down to cup my balls through the robe, and I knew it was time to end things before I hiked her up onto my cock and took her against the wall.
I pushed her hand away as she was trying to find her way into my robe. “Gemma. It’s not going to happen.”
“Can’t blame a girl for trying. It was a hot kiss, Mr. Porter.” Hearing her say Mr. Porter put things back into perspective and while I would have agreed, I didn’t. I turned and walked to the bathroom door and left her to go. I shut the door behind me, and after I had heard her leave and checked to make sure, I turned on the shower and stepped inside. I lathered my hand and leaned back against the wall as I worked my cock, and I felt two inches tall as I thought of Gemma the whole time. Even though I knew it was wrong, I had wanted her, and been damned close.
I nutted and went to bed, hoping that she knew how to keep her mouth shut.
The next morning at breakfast when Felicity brought out our meals, Gemma watched us like a hawk from over the top of her drawing tablet as Lila made small talk. I didn’t let on that I knew she’d been drinking, or that she’d given herself to some unworthy boy. Gemma wasn’t the only one who had secrets.
As Lila excused herself to take a phone call, Gemma looked up and smiled. “Don’t worry; I won’t tell her.”
“I know, Gemma. It wouldn’t do either of us any good.”
“You’re right, but I want you to know something, Mr. Porter. I’m not giving up, and one day, I’ll be exactly what you want.”
I’d never spoken another word about it to her, and as the years passed, I hoped that we could put it out of our minds like it had never happened, but for some reason I couldn’t forget her determination or the way she’d kissed me, and now and then I’d regret not taking the opportunity.
Chapter 3
Whitt
Four Years later
“Don’t tell me Gorgio is late again.” My daughter’s voice brought my head up from my phone as she walked out onto the patio where we’d had our morning breakfasts since she was a girl.
“Good morning to you too, Lila.” My daughter’s fresh face was a welcome sight, but I wished she’d work on her attitude. She pushed her long, brown hair back as she approached.
She pulled out her chair and lowered herself into it, careful not to wrinkle her skirt which she smoothed out before scooting forward. “I’m sorry, Daddy, but I’m the only one in this house who should be late for anything. It throws things off-balance. I don’t know what to do when I’m early and how’s a hot breakfast going to settle?”
“The way you make fun of yourself while complaining is an art.” My phone rang as Gorgio came out from the kitchen with a tray. I had never hired a cook that wouldn’t serve, but Gorgio was new to the game.
I answered the phone as he made his apologies. “Hello?”
“Mr. Porter?” The sound on the other end of the phone was making it hard to hear, so I stepped away from the table and the lecture Lila was giving the cook.
“Yes, Megan?” I recognized my secretary of eight year’s voice.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry this is such short notice, but I’m afraid I won’t be back to work.”
“What? Quitting?” I’d just given her a big bonus for her hard work, and now she was going to bail?
“Yes, well, my boyfriend, Craig, he proposed to me, and well, we’re moving. We were actually married this weekend.” There were sirens and bells going off in the background, and for a moment it sounded like she was in the middle of an air raid. She wasn’t fazed by the situation.
“Couldn’t you drop by the office and let’s discuss this. I hate to lose—
“We’re in Vegas, Whitt. I’m sorry. It’s all happened so fast.”
“I understand. Call me later, would you? Take care.” I ended the call and returned to the table in a sour mood. You could have all the money in the world, but bad days were free.
“Who was that, Daddy?” Lila was halfway through her eggs, and Gorgio was gone.
I sat at the table and let out a long sigh. My day was fucked, and it wasn’t even eight o’clock. “That was Megan who apparently took the huge bonus I gave her and went to Vegas where she’s married that loser boyfriend of hers.”
Lila scrunched her nose. “You mean Craig? He wasn’t so bad, Daddy. He owns his own company, and I’m sure he didn’t want her working. Some men are old-fashioned that way.” She was talking about that asshat of a boyfriend she was dating.
“Well, what the hell! What am I supposed to do for a secretary? I need someone to screen my calls, or I’ll go nuts. I’ve got a lot on my plate with the new expansions and remodels and the last thing I need to worry about some trainee.”
She placed her hand on my arm and gave me a sympathetic pat. “You won’t have to hire them, get yourself a temp and they’ll train whoever comes in to take their place.”
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nbsp; “I liked Megan. I had all her lined out.” She was one of the only girls I’d hired who hadn’t wanted to mess around, which told me she had a good head on her shoulders. I needed someone I could depend on. “Why don’t you come and do the job.” Having my daughter at the office would give us more time together, not to mention I could keep her busy enough that maybe her boyfriend would lose interest.
She let out a short laugh. “You’ve got to be crazy. I have a lot to do and working for you isn’t on the list.”
I took a bite of bacon and then wiped my mouth. “You need to settle down into a job and stop chasing that boyfriend of yours.” I had tried to convince her to ditch that pompous jerk for months, but she was determined it was true love.