Train Me

by Mia Ford

  I pushed up onto my arms so by big tits could flounce beneath me. With his cock buried deep inside me, Sam leaned forward to grab my tits and squeezed my nipples until I begged for more.

  When the daylight drifting through the wall of windows in Sam’s bedroom woke me up, I rolled over to find him not there. I was alarmed for just a second, then I heard him coming down the hall. By the time I propped up on the pillows and pulled the sheet over my naked breasts, he came through the door carrying a tray with two cups of coffee and what looked like several kinds of Danish. Sam was still naked. His long cock dangled between his legs as he walked. The sight of it made me smile.

  “Good morning,” he said brightly. “I thought you might need sustenance after last night.” He was right. We had made love for what seemed like hours, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies, inside and out. I think we fell asleep around three or four and I’d slept like a rock.

  He set the tray on the bed next to me, then crawled onto the bed to sit Indian style. He picked up one of the coffee cups and a Danish. He tore off a chunk with his teeth and gave me a smile.

  “Sleep well?” he asked.

  “Very well,” I said. “You?”

  “Like a baby,” he said. He sipped the coffee as he eyed me. “You okay this morning? I mean, no regrets?”

  “None,” I said, brushing back the hair from my eyes as I picked up the coffee cup to take a careful sip. “What about you? Any regrets?”

  “None,” he said. “I am a very happy, very content man.”

  I eyed him warily. I had never spent the night fucking my boss before and I was a little unsure of the protocol for the morning after. I decided a little small talk would be better than just asking him where we went from here.

  “Are you not usually a very happy, very content man?”

  He frowned at the question. “You know, it’s not something I think about that often.”

  “You don’t think about whether you’re happy or not?”

  “No, but maybe I should start.” His face took on a pensive look.

  “Sam, what’s wrong?”

  He stared at me for a long moment, until his gaze started to make me uncomfortable. Quietly, he said, “Do you want to see me again? I mean… like this?”

  “Yes, I’d love to,” I said, not fully understanding his question. “Do you want to see me again?”

  “Yes, I do,” he said, holding out his hand for me to hold. “We have to keep things quiet for now. I don’t want Phyllis in my ear screaming about sleeping with associates.”

  “Is that all this is?” I asked. “You sleeping with an associate?”

  “I won’t lie,” he said. “At first maybe, but now…” He looked away and blew out a long breath. When he spoke next, his voice was low and filled with emotion.

  He said, “My best friend Barry is quitting the firm because he says the pressure is killing him. He’s pondered suicide, battled depression for years. I had no idea how bad it was until he called me last night to say he’s quitting.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said. I frowned at the tears in his eyes. There was much more to this than Barry quitting the firm. I squeezed his hand, forcing him to look at me. “Sam, what is it? What’s wrong?”

  “I think I wanna quit, too,” he said with a sigh. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head. “I mean, not today and maybe not tomorrow, but at some point, I have to get out and see what life has to offer.”

  I listened quietly, then asked, “Why have you never been married?”

  He didn’t hesitate to answer. “I think I’ve been waiting twenty years for a woman who I now know will never have me,” he sighed. “Please, don’t think this has anything to do with you. This is not rebound sex. My relationship with this woman never went to the place where we even considered spending our lives together. Now, it’s just sad that I realize that I could have had someone years ago if I hadn’t been hoping for something more with her.”

  “Is it Phyllis?” I asked. “I mean, it’s none of my business, but I look a lot like her. If this is just you fucking Phyllis through me…”

  He smiled. “No, please don’t even go there. There is no Phyllis and me. Right now, there’s only you and me. And if you’re up for the challenge, I would love to see where this goes.”

  “I am more than up for the challenge,” I said, setting the coffee cup on the tray and pushing it aside. I came out from under the covers and crawled toward him. He stretched out his legs and spread them so I could get to his cock. I put my hands around the shaft and after a tug or two, his cock grew long and hard in my hand. The head blossomed like a crimson mushroom.

  “Now, it’s my turn to teach you something, Mr. Collins,” I said as I swirled my tongue around the underside of the head while my hand slowly milked the shaft.

  He closed his eyes and exhaled. “What are you going to teach me, Miss Walsh?”

  “I’m going to teach you how a morning blowjob is the best way to start your day.”

  I spread my lips just enough to let his cock slide inside my mouth. Sam leaned his head back and moaned. I knew this wasn’t going to take long. My hand worked the shaft up and down as I sucked on the head and licked the tender underside where the shaft met the slit. When I pressed my lips tight around the shaft and took him deep in my throat a couple of times, Sam’s entire body tensed and started to shake.

  “God… I’m cumming…” he moaned.

  I milked him faster and then, in a burst that felt like warm milk shooting through a firehose, he filled my mouth with his milky seed. I pulled my mouth away and pumped him with my hand. Long ropes of white goo shot in the air and landed on my hand and his stomach. I kept pumping until he had nothing more to give, then licked him clean like a mama cat cleaning her kitten.

  “You are amazing,” he said as he tried to catch his breath. “I think Barry is right. It’s time I started appreciating the finer things in life.”

  “Like a morning blowjob?” I asked, glancing up at him with his cock deflating against my lips.

  “Like a morning blowjob,” he said with a smile. “And the amazing woman kind enough to give me one.”

  Sam

  The next couple of weeks went by quickly, especially since I was now in court every day arguing our case in Lilian Verone’s divorce proceedings, dealing with Barry’s sudden exit and the fallout back at the office, and tending to Abbie’s needs all night.

  I won’t lie. The nights were a million times better than the days. Our relationship was developing nicely, even though I still was not comfortable with everyone in the firm knowing that we were dating. We tried to keep things quiet, but damned if it wasn’t getting harder to do. CBG was a fucking rumor mill, and no rumor was juicier than a senior partner having an affair with a first-year associate.

  My feelings for Abbie were growing by the day. It was a strange feeling, caring for someone who cared as much back for you. Our relationship made me realize that Phyllis and I were never at that point. It was all about the sex with us. And the fighting. We would always be friends, but never again would we be anything more.

  The hardest part was keeping my hands off Abbie while we were at work. My god, it was maddening, and some days I thought I would literally cum in my pants before we got back to my place to rip each other’s clothes off. Once, we never made it out of the limo. I told the driver behind the privacy glass to keep circling the block until I ordered him to stop.

  Barry seemed to be flourishing in Fiji. We talked just about every day and he thought it was wonderful that I was in a semi-serious relationship. The news of his resignation went through the firm like wildfire and naturally, Phyllis was pissed beyond belief. At first, she refused to even discuss a buyout, but as the days went by the thought of owning a large chunk of Barry’s shares started to appeal to her.

  Yes, it was a rough two weeks, but hopefully with the Verone trial ending soon (with a verdict hopefully in our favor) and the details of Barry’s buyout all but complet
e, I would be able to lessen my workload and work more on my personal life; the life that now revolved around a certain young redhead who pretty much had her teacher’s heart in her hand.

  Abbie

  I was sitting alone in Sam’s conference room working on the final report of Lester Verone’s off-shore finances when Phyllis Goode came into the room and closed the door. I forced a smile as she sat down across the wide table from me and folded her arms over her chest.

  “Um, hi,” I said, muttering the first words I’d ever said to her face. That’s right, I had been with the firm almost a month and Phyllis Goode had never given me so much as the time of day. I took my fingers off the keyboard and laced them together in front of me on the table.

  “Is there something I can do for you, Miss Goode?”

  Her face was void of emotion. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought she was a wax figure rather than a living, breathing human being. After a moment, she sucked in her cheeks and looked down her nose at me.

  “He’s just fucking you because you look like me,” she said. She narrowed her eyes and let them go around my face. “I can see the resemblance, I suppose. The red hair, fair skin. You’re a beautiful young lady, but all modesty aside, you are not me.”

  “I’m not sure I understand,” I said. “I’m not trying to be you.”

  “Oh, I know, you’re very wide-eyed and innocent, aren’t you?” She waved her hand through the air like she was casting a spell on me. “Whatever he is doing to you he has done countless times to me. When he’s fucking you or eating your cunt or you’re sucking his cock and you look into his eyes, trust me, he doesn’t see you. He sees me. Just me.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat and resisted the urge to run away screaming. I knew there was no point in arguing with her. She was, after all, a top criminal defense lawyer, and my boss who could have me fired with the snap of her fingers. Besides, she could say whatever, but that didn’t make it true. I told myself that Sam really cared for me, that I was not a replacement for her, but the look in her eyes, the sheer hardness of her tone, made me wonder if she was right.

  “Let me guess,” she said, arms crossed on the table, leaning over them. “He told you that he has never met anyone like you. He told you that he can see himself building a future with you. And that he was going to change his priorities so you and he could build a life together.” She leaned back to give me a smug look. “I hate to burst your bubble, Miss Walsh, but Sam Collins has given that speech to so many young women over the years I’ve lost count. But he always shows up at my door wanting to fuck.”

  “Miss Goode,” I don’t think…”

  “No, Miss Walsh, you don’t think,” she said harshly. “And therein lies your problem. Sam Collins is fucking you because you remind him of me. And when he’s tired of fucking you he’ll come crawling back to me. He always has and he always will.”

  “That’s why you won’t commit to him,” I said, staring back at her as the truth bubbled up from beneath the surface. “You don’t want him, but you don’t want anyone else to have him.”

  “Please don’t try to understand our relationship,” she said, giving me a condescending glare. “You’re a fucking naïve girl. We are adults. The minute Sam gets tired of fucking you he’ll come back to me. He always has and he always will.”

  “Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” I said, fighting to control my temper. I nodded at the laptop. “Now, I really need to get back to work.”

  “We won’t have to wait for long,” she said, pushing herself up from the table and moving to open the door. “Sam Collins will be back between my legs before you know it. And if I have my way about it, you will be out of a job.”

  Sam

  “Yes, Lilian. No, Lilian. Yes. Okay. I’ll let you know what we find. Okay. Have a good weekend.”

  I hung up the phone and fell back in the chair, exhausted after a five-minute conversation with the woman who was quickly becoming my least favorite client.

  Lilian Verone was domineering, demanding, bitchy, angry, aggressive, condescending, and bossy as hell. It was her way or the highway. It was no wonder Lester was divorcing her. Christ, I would have given her half of my fortune just to be rid of her. I rubbed my eyes and prayed that the trial would end soon.

  “Rough day?”

  I peered through my fingers to find Phyllis standing on the other side of my desk. I frowned and glanced past her at the closed door. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

  “You were on the phone,” she said without sitting down. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

  “No bother,” I said, leaning back with my hands spread. “What can I do for you?”

  “It’s not what you can do for me, Sam,” she said. “It’s what I can do for you.” She was wearing a dress that buttoned up the front. Without another word, her fingers started at the top button and began to work their way down.

  “Phyllis, what are you doing?” I asked, watching her fingers work. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She wasn’t wearing panties. When the buttons were all undone, she pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I swallowed hard.

  “Phyl, what the hell…”

  She clutched her breasts in her hands and gave them a squeeze. Her dark nipples plumped between her fingers. “It’s just been awhile since I’ve had you inside me,” she cooed. She slid her hands down her belly to her pussy. The red curls were gone. She was shaved clean. “Do you like my new doo? It will make it easier for your tongue to find my clit.”

  I licked my dry lips and held up my hands. A month ago I would have been across the desk with my mouth buried in her slick pussy, but today all I could think about was Abbie, and what she would do if she caught me alone with Phyllis like this.

  “You need to get dressed and get out,” I said, pushing myself up to come around the desk. I picked up her dress and shoved it at her. “Here, put this on.”

  Without warning, she pushed my hand aside and threw herself at me. She hooked one arm around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers, roughly mashing my lips to hers. With her free hand, she started squeezing my cock through my pants, which responded as it always did to her touch: by growing hard as a rock.

  “You want me, Sam,” she said as I tried to push her away. She slathered her tongue across my face. “You want to fuck me. I know you do. Your cock is so hard, Sam. Let me bend over so you can shove your hard cock up my ass and cum inside me.”

  “Goddammit, Phyllis! Turn loose of me!” She was strong as an ox. I literally felt like I was being raped. I put my hands on her shoulders and struggled to push her away. She kept kissing me, her tongue invading my mouth. She let go of my cock and started tugging at my belt.

  I heard the door open. I pushed Phyllis’ mouth from mine and we both looked over at the same time to see Abbie standing there with a shocked look on her face. She was holding a folder between her hands like a serving tray.

  “Um, here’s the report you asked for on Lester Verone’s off-shore financials,” she said quietly, as if she was in a daze. She dropped the report on the table by the door and started backing out of the room with her hands up.

  “Abbie, wait,” I called, still struggling to get Phyllis’ arm from my neck and hand from my belt.

  “No, it’s okay,” Abbie muttered. “I’m just gonna go… Um… yeah…” She backed out of the room and closed the door behind her. When I glanced back at Phyllis, she was smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

  “Don’t worry, Sammy,” she said, her hand back on my cock, which had deflated like a sad balloon. “I’ll make you feel better.”

  “No, no you won’t,” I said, roughly pushing her back into a chair, glaring at her. I balled my hands into fists and shook them in the air between us. “I don’t want anything to do with you. Get that through your head.”

  She opened her legs and licked her lips. She used her fingers to spread her pussy lips to invite me inside. “Come on, Sammy. I can make you feel better.”


  I shook my head at her. “No Phyllis. You could only make me feel worse.”

  Abbie

  “Holy fucking shit!” Tiffany’s mouth fell open when she got home and I told her about my conversation with Phyllis Goode and what I’d seen an hour later in Sam’s office. She asked, “What did you do?”

  “I backed out of there and came home,” I said. “I mean, what do you do when you walk in on the man you thought cared for you fucking another woman?”

  “Well, they weren’t fucking,” Tiffany said.

  “She was naked in his arms. And his cock was hard,” I said. “I saw the bulge. She had her hands all over it.”

  “Maybe what you saw was not really what was going on,” she said. She went to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water and sat down at the kitchen table across from me. She rolled one bottle toward me and kept the other for herself.

  I picked up the water and rolled it between my hands. “What do you mean?”

  She took a sip of water and gave me a little shrug. “Maybe she came on to him and he was fighting her off.”

  “Please, he could have tossed her across the room if he wanted to.” I held the cold bottle between my hands and peeled at the label with my thumbnail like I was angry at it. “No, it’s like she said. When he was done with me, he would run back to her. That’s exactly what he did.”

  “What makes you think he is done with you?” Tiff asked. “Or that he ran back to her.”

  “I dunno.”

  “Have y’all had a fight?”

  “No.”

  “Have y’all been fucking regularly?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is the sex still amazing?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you give him a chance to explain what happened?”