His grip loosened on my mane and with his right hand he grabbed my left tit. His left hand moved between my thighs, and with three fingers he entered me and twisted and turned inside my loose well fucked hole in sync with his thrusting. It was rough, but I enjoyed it. A few seconds of finger fucking me, my knees buckled. Between the anal and rubbing on my clit, a violent orgasm shot through my body. I lowered my head and grabbed hold of both sides of the sink and shook physically as I reached a climax. Tears streamed down my red face. My eyes rolled into my head. I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t. I wanted more. Something inside me desired for more.
“I…” I started to say, but every time I opened my mouth, grunts and moans spewed out.
He wrapped one arm around my neck and the other around my chest and pulled me straight. As he came he leaned down and bit me on the neck. It was painful, but the pleasure of feeling him inside me combined with my intense orgasm rushing through my body was much stronger.
“I gotta go.” I said to him.
His bit me harder.
He turned me around and grabbed a handful of hair, pulled my head back and kissed me on the neck. He then pushed me onto the toilet and spread my legs, kneeled and ate me. The sound of slurping my lips lit a fire in me. I sighed, however, because as much as I knew that I had to pick up my parents his munching on my labia was worth the chastising I would receive.
“I gotta go.” I moaned
He slurped, lightly bit and pulled on my lips and then stood while wiping his mouth.
I grabbed his dripping cock that was inches from my lips.
He grunted.
I looked at it and while my hands, that were barely able to wrap around it, I began jerking him thinking how much I enjoyed this for the last year. I wanted to suck it and enjoy the spray of hot cum on my face, but I really had to go. When I put my lips on the tip of the wet head, he moaned.
He grabbed my head and ran his hands through my hair. I inched my mouth farther until his entire cock was in my mouth. I sucked on it hard and slid back in one sucking motion. I then leaned back and looked up at him. I could tell he wanted more but I couldn’t. I stood and stumbled into the other room, naked, sweaty, felling dirty and alive, and as I reached for my dress and blouse he asked, “Will I ever see you again?”
I looked at him as I stepped into the skirt and after I pulled the blouse over my body, I sighed, “I seriously doubt.”
I walked towards the door, pulled my hair back into a ponytail and looked back at him and said, “But I will never forget you.” I then left.”
Wes sighed. “Suddenly I feel my life was nothing.” He slid up and looked at Grace. “The only thing I wanted to do when I was eighteen was drive cars and work.”
Grace smiled and said, “It’s a different time. And a different world.” She slid to the foot of the bed and spread her legs. “The world is filled with girls like me.”
“I’ve got a sister your age.”
Grace grinned.
Wes held up his hands and said, “I don’t even want to know.”
Grace slid between his legs and grabbed his cock. “Good because I’ll never tell.”
The End.
STORY 16
Still dark, and the parking garage was still empty. A lone car pulls into one of the spaces, and shuts off. Crickets were still chirping while the streetlights buzzed overhead, and only a hint of blue formed in the night sky, signaling that dawn would soon rise. The driver door of the car opened, and a tall, black man exited. His head was shaved, and his designer suit was crisp and pressed.
Tyler was a very ambitious man, known to many people to be very resourceful, and very sought after. Furthermore, he was very good at what he did, acting as the assistant to the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, as well as his concierge. His boss, Brandon Maddow, hired him two years ago to help him manage his time, and take care of the day-to-day events Mr. Maddow was unavailable to do himself. If Mr. Maddow needed his meetings arranged to fit everyone’s convenience, Tyler would be on the phone all morning, trying to negotiate schedules. If Mr. Maddow forgot about his anniversary, Tyler had a gift already wrapped, and dinner reservations at the ready.
Tyler closed his car door, and made his way to the office building, the clicking of his designer shoes echoed through the empty area as he walked. As he approached the doors, he left the glow of the orange lights in the parking garage, and entered the fluorescent lights of the office building. A blast of air conditioned air welcomed him into the building as he opened the door, and the light-blue walls made him feel more comfortable. He marched down the hall, then made a turn at a junction, finding the elevator half-way down. The elevator came down, and took him up to the main level of the building.
When the elevator opened, Tyler entered the atrium of the building. The floor was a shimmering tile, and walls were gilded with brass plaques. Glass doors sat at the front of the room for employees and business partners. After that was a desk where a security guard sat, and the front desk during business hours.
“Morning, Mr. Hill.” a man from behind the desk spoke to him as he walked through. He wore a blue security uniform, and watched a small television.
“Morning, Jim.” Tyler replied. He gave the security guard a polite smile and nod as he passed by, as he did every morning.
At the other end of the room, where Tyler was walking, there were several sets of more elevators. Most of them were there for employees to reach the higher levels where they worked, but the one at the end of the hall was the executive elevator, reserved only for the higher-ups, and their guests. Tyler stopped in front of the executive elevator, and pressed the button to call it. Within a minute, the elevator arrived, and Tyler stepped inside,
He pressed the button for the forty-fifth floor, and waited as it ascended, listening to the music he practically memorized. When the elevator stopped, and the doors opened, Tyler had reached the executive hall. The place was the epitome of luxury and business, even in the dark. With a flip of the light switches, Tyler lit up the area into it’s full glory. At the end of the hall was Mr. Maddow’s offices, and Tyler’s desk.
The work day had begun for Tyler as he sat at his desk, going over messages, emails, and schedules. When he had a few moments, he went online to check the news. He was often the first one to arrive at the office, always making sure to be ahead on everything, so he would have the time to take care of the menial things that made Mr. Maddow’s life just a little bit easier. While others would say he was doing too much for his boss, his hard work was always rewarded when the yearly bonuses would come around. Last year, Tyler made enough to remodel his kitchen.
As business hours began, the executive hall came to life with secretaries, board members, and management delivering reports. Tyler was still hard at work, filling out paperwork on behalf of Mr. Maddow, extrapolating information he got from reports, and preparing them for filing. When his boss would come in, the only thing he’d have to do is sign each one. He heard the executive elevator ding all the way down the hall, and could almost sense it was his boss arriving on the floor. He quickly organized all of the paperwork, grabbed the planner, and stacked the slips of phone messages he’d written down earlier.
Mr. Maddow arrived in the executive hall wearing one of his best designer business suits, always made special-tailored just for him. He also had a weakness for shoes made from the best Italian leather, and always remarked on how people always looked at shoes last. Therefore, having excellent shoes make your outfit look even better by comparison.Mr. Maddow was a man approaching his fifties, with sandy blonde hair that was already greying, but always well kept. His age definitely showed, but his body still seemed rather fit.
“Good morning, Mr. Maddow.” Tyler welcomed him with a confident, husky voice.
“Good morning, Mr. Hill.” his boss replied, sounding rather chipper to begin his day, “How are you today?”
“I’m feeling well, sir. Thank you.” Tyler replied, following his boss into his office, “J
ohnson & Moore called, they’ve agreed to a meeting on thursday, I’ve already scheduled it. Myrtle Beach called, and we’ve gotten approval to break ground. And I got an email from the board at VCD. They want to re-negotiate the terms you gave them, but I already told them your offer stands, and none of the terms will be altered.” Tyler explained quickly and succinctly.
“Excellent work, Mr. Hill! That’s why I pay you the big dollars!” he replied, very happy with his associate, “Hell, sometimes I wonder who’s actually running this company.” he joked.
Tyler chuckled with him, “Well, your coffee is on your desk, and your first meeting is at ten o’clock sharp. Here’s the reports for you to review and sign, and I’ll file them later this afternoon.”
Mr. Maddow took the pages from him, but stood a moment and looked at him with fascination for a moment. “I gotta say, Mr. Hill, you have been quite the windfall for me these last couple years. You know, before I hired you, I had hired this bimbo to work with me as a favor, and she didn’t even last two days. There’s always a bunch of young women looking for a secretarial job, but then I found you. I was hesitant, to be honest, but I took a chance on you. And you you turned out to be a great asset, and a great friend.” his boss seemed to be very earnest. He’d never mentioned this to Tyler before.
Tyler was flattered by his boss’ kind words. He knew his boss was really a nice guy, and they did spend time together, chatting whenever they went to the gym, or had lunch together, or when Tyler went with Mr. Maddow on a business trip. After two years in his employment, Mr. Maddow never said that to him before. Still, it made Tyler’s day, and he felt like there wasn’t anything that could ruin his day now. His boss made his way into his office, eager to take care of the day’s tasks.
As the afternoon began, Tyler had left the office for lunch. Upon his return, he felt a bad vibe in the office area. Something had happened on the executive hall that made the air feel uneasy, and filled Tyler with anxiety. Sure enough, as Tyler walked into the room, he saw the cause of it sitting on one of the lounge couches. A woman who was notorious for giving Tyler a rough time was sitting down, texting on a smartphone.
She had bottle blonde hair, and a designer outfit that was more expensive than fashionable, and radiated the privilege of a nineteen year old spoiled brat. She had a bit too much eye makeup, and seemed to be trying to emulate some kind of celebrity look. Conversations with her in the past have always left Tyler feeling as if he’d lost a few brain cells, yet, he didn’t have much choice. As part of his job, he sometimes had to deal with this young woman, who happened to be Mr. Maddow’s daughter, Nikki Maddow. As much as he wished she wouldn’t notice him, her brown eyes looked up and locked with Tyler’s as soon as he crossed in front of her.
Left with no options, he faced the issue head-on, “Good afternoon, Ms. Maddow. Are you here to see your father?”
She gave a coy smile, and cocked her head back, “Yes, but he’s in a meeting. So, now I have to wait out here with you. I’m not happy about it either, but I would appreciate a coffee from downstairs, if you don’t mind?” she asked, looking back down at her phone.
“We have coffee up here, too.”Tyler tried to explain.
Nikki looked back up at him, her face seeming almost offended by his words, “I don’t like the coffee up here.” she stressed her words to him, “I prefer the coffee they have in the atrium. Black, two sweeteners.”
Tyler sighed, exasperated. In truth, the coffee in the executive hall was far better than the coffee from the small kiosk in the atrium. They both knew it, but the boss’ daughter liked to push him around, and have him do things that were unnecessary, just to annoy him. Still, Tyler did as she asked, because she was his boss’ daughter. So, he turned around, and headed back for the elevator.
Down in the atrium, he found the coffee kiosk, and ordered the coffee as the young lady asked. She didn’t come by the her father’s office very often, but when she did, she always did whatever she could to make him miserable, if only for a few minutes. The barista handed him the black coffee, and he paid for the cup. Tyler went back to the elevator, and ascended back up to the executive floor to Mr. Maddow’s lobby. As soon as he gave the coffee to Ms. Maddow, she took it without saying a word, and set it on the side table next to her.
With a sigh, Tyler returned to his desk to resume his work. He kept on eye on Ms. Maddow, making sure she wasn’t planning some kind of prank, or cause any trouble. As he suspected, ten minutes had gone by, and Nikki didn’t even take a sip of the coffee he brought her. As he watched her, Nikki crossed her legs, and Tyler looked at them for the first time since he’d really known her. She may have been a pain in the butt, but she looked pretty good.
After nearly half an hour of waiting, Nikki seemed to be fed up with waiting, and stood up to walk to Tyler’s desk. He braced himself, knowing she was about to make a scene.
“Is my father going to be done soon? I’m not gonna sit here all day.” she almost shouted.
“I’m sure his meeting will be concluding soon, Ms. Maddow.” he tried to calm her.
She scoffed at him, “Don’t give me that crap. You’re his assistant, you should know when he’s gonna come out. Are you just covering for him, or ar you just stupid?”
Tyler almost rolled his eyes at her, but resisted out of professionalism. Instead, he took a small breath, and calmly replied to her, “I don’t know if his client will have additional questions, or maybe they’re having a conversation. In any case, I’m sure it won’t be much longer. If you’d to take a seat and wait, plea--.”
“Oh, fuck off, man!” she blurted out. A few people in the hall heard the commotion and stopped to watch from afar. “Like your job is really that fucking hard! I tried to get my dad to hire one of my friends, then he just fires her and hires you the next week. Like you’re so much better than her, but you’re not!”
“Ms. Maddow, please!” Tyler almost had to speak over her. She stopped talking, but crossed her arms defensively. He continued, “I’ll call his phone, and find out if he’ll be out soon. Until then, please have a seat.” he told her, his voice frustrated.
Nikki didn’t look pleased that her father’s assistant talked back at her, but after a moment of her staring at him, she turned and sat back down in the lounge chair. Tyler knew it was wrong for him to interrupt Mr. Maddow’s meeting, but if it would get the bitch off his back, he’d bite the bullet. He took another deep breath, and reluctantly dialed the extension for his boss’ meeting room. It rang a few times before the call was picked up.
“Yes, what is it?” Mr. Maddow answered, sounding a bit annoyed.
“Sir, your daughter’s here, and she’s anxious to know when you’re meeting will be concluding. What should I tell her?”
There was a long sigh, and Tyler knew the news wasn’t going to be good. He expected his boss to say something along the lines of another hour or so, but his answer was worse.
“Damnit, she’s getting a new apartment in town for school. I’m supposed to be there to sign for her lease, but I may be busy for a while.” he explained, “Hey, you’re already cosigned to my business account, right? Can you do me a huge favor and take her to the apartment building for me?”
“Uh, sir, I--” Tyler tried to protest.
“It’ll be fine, just take her there, make sure she likes the place, then approve the lease for me. After that, you’re can take the rest of the day off. Can you do this for me?”
Tyler was very conflicted. On one hand, he didn’t want to have to deal with Nikki any more than he needed to. On the other hand, it was his job to take care of tasks like this when he could.
“Yes, sir. You can count on me.” he replied.
He heard a sigh of relief from the other end, “Thank you, and please express my apologies to her.”
Tyler hung up the phone, and sat a moment, mentally preparing himself for his afternoon babysitting the brat. After a few moments, he stood up from his desk, walked over to Nikki, and stood in front o
f her a moment before giving her the news.
“Your father won’t be available for some time. He’s asked me to take you to your apartment building, and approve your lease on his behalf. He also wanted to tell you he’s sor--”
“Whatever.” Nikki replied nonchalantly, getting up and taking her purse. “Let’s go, then.”
Tyler led her to the elevator, and through the building to the parking garage. To Tyler’s surprise, his boss’ daughter didn’t say much during the trip. Even while on the road, and the moments they were stuck in traffic, Nikki didn’t say a word. He expected her to try to berate him along the way, and yet, she didn’t. Was she troubled that her father didn’t take her, or did she just not care?
Against his better judgement, Tyler decided to say something to her. “You’ve been pretty quiet so far.”
“Am I supposed to talk?” she asked casually.
Tyler tilted his head, “No, but I just want to make sure things are ok between you and your dad.”
Nikki scoffed at him, “Honestly? I just wanna get this over with, so I don’t have to see him as much. Once I get my own place, I can finally do what I want.”
“I see.” he replied, “So your dad doesn’t let you bring boyfriends into his house?”
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