Maybe Damon would see it as the wake up call it was, maybe it would be a good thing for their relationship. Like the time she walked in on Damon buttering his own corn while watching a big titted brunette get fucked in the ass, even though he’d never asked her if she was willing to do it before. Seeing her standing at the door, sent him over the edge, sending cum in an spray across the bed. Kirsty smiled, excused herself, and returned with a warm washcloth a minute later. Then, later that night, she offered her freshly lubed ass for Damon to do whatever he wanted with.
It was some of their best sex ever, and now a semi-regular treat, for both of them.
They had always been reasonably open with one another when it came to sex, and it was a trust that had increased over the years. Which was why she was so upset with Damon for not leveling with her lately. Maybe if she told him about Gerald, she’d find out what he hadn’t been saying, too. It was difficult to know the right thing to do, and to concentrate with the screaming between her legs.
Kirsty was mostly quiet on the return walk to the office, as well as back in the Conference Room while she and Gerald finished the last half of the McKinley Ackerman transition. Once Abby left the Conference Room, and it was just the two of them remaining, Kirsty saw the growing bulge in Gerald’s black slacks and knew she had to get out of there soon.
He smiled.
She remembered.
The car, his cock, a mouthful of cum.
“You’ve got this then?” Kirsty said.
“Sure thing,” Gerald nodded. “How about I gather everything, then make a list of questions with anything I’m still confused about. Sound good?”
“Sounds great. See you in an hour.”
Kirsty’s hand was on the glass of the Conference Room door when Gerald said, “It’s great to be here, really. Thanks again.”
There was nothing sinister or assuming in his smile, and though Kirsty could tell by everything from the bulge in his slacks to the scent on his neck she’d been close enough to smell, he would love nothing more than for her to drop to her knees so he could throat fuck her to a hot white euphoria, even if Abby and everyone else lined up outside the glass to see, his smile was mostly made of gratitude.
“My pleasure,” Kirsty said.
“I hope so,” he replied, soft enough to make Kirsty wonder if he’d really said it.
Kirsty’s phone vibrated on the way to the bathroom. A text from Celeste: Remember to say thank you! Lol. She opened the bathroom door to a second buzz: P.S. How much did you charge?
She entered the bathroom, overjoyed to find it empty, then slipped into the first stall, sat on the toilet, and swung the door shut. She hiked her skirt up past her knees, then pulled her cream colored panties down to her ankles, spread her legs, and splayed them in a V with one foot on each side of the stall.
Kirsty used her right hand to tease her sopping clit with small, circular motions, as her other slipped under her sweater and bra to caress the nipple of her left breast.
She pumped her two middle fingers in and out, pulling them topside every few seconds to rub at her clit, before plunging back into her depths, slightly deeper each time until her two fingers were grazing the wall of her G-Spot.
Kirsty’s right hand was a whir of motion as she lifted her ass from the seat to give her fingers room to penetrate deeper. She whimpered, imagining Gerald’s cock inside her hungry mouth.
A deep moan of runaway pleasure escaped his lips, pushing Kirsty past coherent thought. She tightened her lips and lowered her mouth as far as it would go, tickling the back of her throat with Gerald’s throbbing. Her tongue danced the length of his shaft and he pulled out, painting her face in a splatter. Kirsty leaned into his lap and licked every drop of the warm cum from Gerald’s still throbbing cock.
Kirsty’s pussy made a slippery sound as she rubbed it up and down, and down and up. She wanted to scream but couldn’t, wanted to stop but that would have been impossible. The taste of copper soured her mouth as she bit her lip to keep herself from screaming, bucking against the five fingers and palm’s worth of pressure grinding against her clit.
The first wave started below her calves, then raced toward her center as it washed over her entire body and flooded the restroom with the sudden scent of sex.
Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm... Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm...
Kirsty cried as though she was being pounded, her hand moving furiously along the length of her lips, pushing hard at the top of her throbbing clit.
Kirsty managed to throttle most of her scream, but some of it was still bouncing through the bathroom. She hoped to whoever was up in Heaven, if there was anyone at all, that no on had entered the restroom. If they had, she was too lost to know.
Kirsty left her stall, relieved to find the restroom empty. She washed her hands, then headed toward the Conference Room and a waiting Gerald. She’d taken care of herself. All she had to do now was make it through the next couple of hours, then she could get home to Damon and tell him everything.
Gerald wasn’t in the conference room. The McKinley and Ackerman accounts sat in two neat piles with a post-it note on top that said: “Went to my office!”
Kirsty left the Conference Room and headed toward what was Bill Strepp’s office just two weeks before. She opened the door without knocking and saw Gerald sitting at his desk.
Unlike the last time, when his words had been labored behind heavy breath, Gerald spoke evenly when he smiled and said, “I need you to suck me off now. How much will that cost?”
Kirsty was quite sure that like the last time, Gerald’s cock was throbbing.
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Gerald Hill: Like A Redwood Falling
Gerald crossed the lobby of the Nakagachi, then rode the elevator to the parking garage. The doors dinged open and he smiled and nodded at the attendant, then went to the far side of the lot and stepped into his glassy black Escalade. He turned the engine, pulled out from his space, then circled the garage one floor and pulled into the early morning traffic.
His new firm, Miller and Hodge, was only a few minutes away – walking distance, if he was in the mood. He might be soon, though not on his first day. Gerald had a full morning planned, getting acclimated through the transition. Bill Strepp, the lawyer whose place he was taking, had been a friend of Gerald’s in college, and had given him a head’s up about the job before it went live. He had been a consultant for years but was finally looking for something more long term.
Judging by the Skype interview, Gerald would have landed the job anyway. The partners appeared to love him and the interview couldn’t have gone better. He agreed to give the gig six months. If he loved it, he’d stay. If not, he’d find something he loved.
Life was too short not to live the way you wanted.
Gerald passed the park behind the library, a couple of blocks from Miller and Hodge. The site of the deep green grass gave him a swollen groin as he remembered the previous Friday and the feeling of the gorgeous girl’s lips wrapped around his cock. She had been a pro for sure, but Gerald had paid for quality plenty of times. He’d spent the night with some pricy girls, and had still never had a mouth like that. He almost felt bad, cruising the street for bargains, but was glad he did. The girl was something else, with looks and skill. It was amazing that she was on the street.
Gerald had gone out both last night and the night before trying to find her again, without any luck. He would make the rounds again tonight after work. Of course, the smart thing to do would be to start looking elsewhere, find something that wasn’t so goddamn close to work. But dammit, that might have been the best load he’d ever blown, and he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since she first covered his cock with the slick of her saliva.
Like he always said, life was too short not to live the way you wanted.
Of course, if he never found her again, that was just as well. Miller and Hodge was a great job, but at $200 a shot, giving it to a cum catcher to gobble the goop on a daily basis just wasn’t sustainable.
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Gerald parked the car in the firm’s row of reserved spaces, straightened his tie, then pulled his Jack Georges black briefcase from the backseat, closed the door and walked toward the elevator, trying to rinse the images of mouth fucking a hooker from the carnival in his mind.
His liaison at the firm was named Abby, PA to his new associate, Kirsty Poole. He and Kirsty had exchanged a brief conversation when the partners first introduced the two of them, but all communication since then had been with Abby.
Gerald stepped from the elevator, crossed the hallway, then opened the door to Miller and Hodge where Abby was waiting to greet him. He had been curious to see what Abby looked like, and was pleasantly surprised with what he saw. Gerald was great at this particular type of guessing game, but with Abby he’d only gotten it half right.
He got the petite blond part down, along with his perfect picture of her fitted Ann Taylor skirt and blouse. Gerald had pictured Abby with larger breasts, small C’s or swollen B’s, but Abby’s breasts were on the small side. They looked perfect on her, and Gerald couldn't help but think that they would look damn fine in his mouth, too.
Gerald felt a wave of guilt. He shouldn't be thinking that way about his new coworker, especially on his first day. Those types of thoughts made it difficult to get work done. Of course, it wasn’t helping that 14 floors below, and just three days before, Gerald had probably delivered the most memorable load of his life.
“You must be Gerald,” Abby said, holding out her hand to greet him. “It’s great to meet you. Welcome to Miller and Hodge.”
Gerald took her hand. “It’s good to meet you, too,” he said. “I’m happy to be here.”
Abby led Gerald to Kirsty’s office, where he sat while Abby stood making small talk while they waited for Kirsty to arrive. In mid-sentence Abby looked up, turned toward the door, and smiled at the woman on the other side of the glass.
NO, it can’t be.
It was. Gerald’s heart froze in his chest and his mouth went dry. His brain tried to sort the impossible logic of what was happening, but his mind was lost in a sudden shroud of fog and inappropriate desire.
“Morning, Abby,” the woman said, opening the door.
Their eyes met. Gerald could only imagine the shock that must have been coating his face. “This is Gerald,” Abby said. “He’s been waiting to meet you.”
Kirsty’s face was bright red, but impressively, the woman had her shit together. She softly cleared her throat, smiled, then said, “I believe we’ve met.”
Abby said, “Gerald was just telling me he’s leased a one-bedroom in the Nakagachi. Six blocks away for six months.” Abby was a great PA, Gerald thought. Though he had not even seen her prepare Kirsty’s cup of coffee, she was handing it to her boss with steam curling from the cup.
“I’ve heard the Nakagachi is gorgeous,” Kirsty said, taking the cup and bringing it to her mouth.
“It is,” Gerald stood, offering his hand to Kirsty. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Where do you two know each other?” Abby asked.
Gerald said, “Kirsty was kind enough to meet me last Friday. I had just checked into the Nakagachi, and wanted to go for a drive and see the new office. She was just leaving the office. We bumped into one another down at the gargoyles.” He turned to Kirsty and smiled. “She made me feel immediately welcome.”
Abby complimented Kirsty, Gerald thought it sounded more sincere than brown nosing, then Kirsty made an excuse to ditch the conversation so she could have her office to herself.
Smart girl.
Gerald followed Abby into the Conference Room, trying to sort through his soaring thoughts. She had to be as embarrassed as him, if not more so.
But what the fuck was she doing hooking outside her office in the first place?
Gerald suddenly realized exactly what had happened. He remembered her sitting in the passenger seat stuttering, I’m not…I’m not a… as he pulled into the empty parking lot. He hadn’t given her a chance, with his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties before he had even killed the engine.
A sickening sour roll through his stomach as Gerald remembered lowering his zipper, freeing his cock, and giving her a command:
I need you to suck me off NOW. How much will that cost?
Yet, she was the one who agreed.
“$200,” she said.
Gerald laughed out loud. A lawyer’s fee for a blowjob.
Abby looked over and smiled. “What did I miss?”
Gerald shook his head. “Nothing,” he said. “I’m just happy to be here.”
FUCK. This would certainly pass, everything always did, eventually. But it wouldn’t be easy. His associate, and perhaps future partner, had taken his hot vanilla better than anyone else ever had. It would be downright impossible to look at her and not imagine her on her knees, or in his Escalade, or on the couch in her office, or anywhere else where he could mouth fuck her all the way to his happy place.
Abby and Gerald killed time, going over a few of the basics they’d already covered over the phone, until Kirsty entered the Conference Room 15 minutes later, right on the dot. Gerald looked up and smiled. And no matter what he did, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face for most of the meeting.
Gerald did his best to keep his mind on McKinley and Ackerman, they were going to line his 401K after all, but he couldn't stop watching Kirsty’s lips, couldn't stop thinking about the way she had tightened them around his tip just as she knew he was about to lose his spunk. Every time she looked over at him, his face fell into a smile and another wave of guilt flooded his body.
The only thing Gerald could do to maintain his sanity, and quietly let Kirsty know they were in whatever it was they were in together, was to play with language through a morning’s worth of clever turns of phrase. He hoped he didn’t go too far when he said, “It looks like you’ve had to swallow a lot before I got here. I’ll be happy to help you with the load as much as I can.” Abby didn’t flinch, but judging by the look on Kirsty’s face, she was likely thinking about the Escalade, too.
Their morning meeting ended 15 minutes early. Kirsty said she needed a few minutes to take a call, but promised she’d be ready for lunch at Petit Louis with everyone else. Gerald was thankful he’d managed to keep the red from his rod while in the Conference Room, but he was raging thick by the time he was sitting behind his desk.
Gerald was a faced with a new problem. He was a consummate professional, and had never considered cuffing the carrot in the workplace before. But he knew damn well that if his wall wasn’t made of glass, his one-eyed snake would be just seconds from spitting. Gerald thought about going to the restroom to relieve himself, but the risk of being found, masturbating in a bathroom stall on his first day at the firm, was simply too big. It wasn’t as though he could explain to the partners that one of their associates had been giving him a rock python all morning because she’d sucked him hard and licked him dry from the passenger seat of his Escalade three days earlier, and for the bargain price of $200.
Gerald swallowed, and for the first time wondered if Kirsty was up for a repeat. Sure, the whole thing had been an accident. But she had gone right along with it. If she did it once, why wouldn’t she do it again? Sure, she had a lot to lose. But then again, so did he.
No, Gerald shook his head. It was too weird, and the new job at Miller and Hodge was too important.
Petit Louis was only a couple of blocks away. Kirsty walked several steps ahead the entire time, with a pace that made it impossible for Gerald to keep up without ditching the associates walking beside him. At lunch, she sat clear on the other side of the table. Perhaps odd, considering Kirsty was the associate assigned to handle Gerald’s transition to Miller and Hodge, but not too crazy considering there was a long banquet table of people eager to make Gerald welcome, alongside a raw seafood bar and plenty of alcohol.
Like the walk to the restaurant, Kirsty kept her distance on the return trip, lingering at the table, th
en staying a full half-block behind the whole way back. They were supposed to meet in the Conference Room to finalize the morning, but Abby quickly disappeared. The two of them alone in the room pushed Gerald’s cock against the fabric of his slacks. Kirsty saw his sudden bulge, flushed, then made a hurried excuse to leave.
Kirsty headed toward the door. “See you in an hour,” she said.
“It’s great to be here, really, thanks again.” Gerald smiled.
“My pleasure,” Kirsty said, opening the door.
“I hope so,” Gerald whispered.
The next hour felt like forever as Gerald imagined Kirsty sitting in his escalade, his fingers crawling up her inner thighs, already slick from the juices of her clit as their breathing heaved together.
Their eyes locked. Gerald whimpered, then nodded, giving Kirsty full permission to do it her way. She lowered her head and swallowed him whole. Up and down, hard and soft, until a deep moan of runaway pleasure escaped from his lips. He curled his fingers into her hair and pulled as his first burst of hot, sticky cum hit the back of her throat. She moaned and sucked, her tongue dancing the length of his shaft. He pulled out and painted her face in a splatter. Kirsty leaned into his lap and licked the warm cum from his still throbbing cock.
GODDAMMIT, he was hard, and would have paid a handsome grand to cum in Kirsty’s mouth if she offered. Though the blood below his waist was hoping she would, the practical part of him hoped she wouldn’t return to the conference room at all. This situation, like a blowjob, was sticky.
Then again, life was too short not to live the way you wanted.
Gerald left Kirsty a note and then went to his office. There was nothing he could do to soften the hard on pushing against his judgment. He was completely engorged when Kirsty entered his office, smoking hot and clearly flushed. Maybe no one else in the office would be able to tell, but Gerald was sure she’d been rubbing her lips by the full blush on her cheeks.
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