Innocent

by Wyn Mallory

  I’ve got no respect for the ones who think they’ll get somewhere with me by flashing their boobs and wiggling their asses. And I’m not turned on by them either. They don’t do anything for me.

  But Lindsay does. My eyes drift downwards. She’s wearing jeans and plain top, but to me she’s amazingly beautiful. Her buttons are done up and her breasts completely covered, but the soft fabric is resting against gorgeous curves. I imagine cradling those luscious mounds in my hands, and my cock is on fire. It’s rock hard, and I can’t think straight.

  I have to think. I pull my eyes away and stare at the file instead of that tempting body. She needs my help. Now my heart’s on fire too. I’ve been doing this job for six years, and it’s never been this personal. I feel for what some of the people I see go through. Especially the kids. Some of them are lost and feel hopeless. It gives me a good feeling to help them out, and I care but never too much. I don’t get attached and my feelings only go so deep. That’s how it should be, but now I’m pulled down into the depths of my heart. I’m about to care like I never did before and I’m not doing anything to stop myself. Whatever hurts her, hurts me.

  I’m pissed at the parents who kicked her out. When these kids have no home or hope, they often turn to real crime out of desperation. A lot of the women end up resorting to prostitution. I’m not going to let that happen to Lindsay. Nobody else is going to touch that body. I’m already thinking about having it for myself. Just not while I’m her probation officer. I want her badly, but this can’t be about what I want. This is about what she needs to move forward. Sure my job is about monitoring criminals and protecting society, but it’s also about helping people to go straight and find a useful place in the world.

  I look back to her eyes, and I don’t see any deceit in them. Just a lost soul desperately in need of somebody to take care of her. I’m that person. She’s one of the good ones, and I’m going to help her through this.

  I just need to keep my cock in my pants. It’s straining to get out, but I can’t take advantage of this innocent, even though I’m starting to think the attraction is mutual. She’s flushed, and breathing heavily. I’ve learned to read people in this job, and I’m reading that she wants me. Badly. If I don’t get it together, things are going to get out of control.

  Focusing on the papers in front of me, I cross out the address and write homeless above it. I know what this does to her chances. It’s harder to get a job without an address and a phone number. We’ll have to do something about that tomorrow. For now, I’m worried about where she’ll sleep tonight.

  “Are there any friends you can stay with,” I ask.

  A look of pain crosses her face. “I don’t think so,” she answers.

  So her friends deserted her as well. Bastards, I think. I hope that someday they learn what it’s like to be in need and have nobody. I want to take her home with me, but that could get us both in a hell of a lot of trouble. In more ways than one. “What about money?”

  “I have a little,” she said. “Not enough for a place to stay.”

  “I can give you a list of shelters. One of them should take you in. Do you have any other clothes?”

  “Nothing. Just what I was wearing when I was arrested.”

  “No jacket?”

  She shook her head. “I wasn’t wearing a jacket. It was summer.”

  “You can borrow mine.” The weather’s not too bad yet, but it’s cool enough to need a jacket at night. “I want you to come back again tomorrow, and we can talk about your job search.” I pulled out my appointment book and found that it was full. In fact, I was overbooked with the extra workload. No lunch or coffee breaks for me tomorrow. And I’d be staying late, but that was nothing new. “It will have to be at 5:00. I’m sorry I can’t make it sooner, but I’m in for a really busy day.”

  She looks at my stack of files and nods. “It’s good of you to fit me in at all. And to see me at the last minute today.”

  “It’s my job,” I say, but she’s already more than just a job to me. She trusts me to help her. Her family and her friends have forsaken her. I’m all she has. But if she’ll let me, I’ll be her everything.

  I can feel my cock straining against my pants as I get up to find that list. I’d sit in my chair a little longer and wait for it to go down, but that’s probably not happening any time soon. I’ve never been so turned on. To hide my straining erection, I turn around fast, and once I have the paper, I hold it in front of me and sit down again before giving it to her. It occurs to me that I’m sheltering myself with a shelter list and I almost laugh. But it’s not funny that she has to stay in a shelter. That sets me straight. Standing in line and begging for a place to sleep. I can’t bear the thought of her being degraded in that way. You can tell that she has no idea of what to expect.

  “It might be kind of rough,” I warn her as I hand over the list. “Be careful how you talk to people in the shelter. It’s not good to piss anybody off, and sometimes that can happen by accident. And never be alone. Make sure you’re near other people at every minute. There’s safety in groups.”

  “Thanks,” she says, putting it in her bag. “I appreciate the help and the advice. Everybody here has been good to me while the people I know don’t care. It’s not what I expected. Kind of funny how things turn out sometimes.”

  “People here want to see you make a success of your life,” I say. “We’ll go a long way for anybody who deserves it. And quite a distance even for those who don’t. Just behave yourself, or you’ll find out how tough I am.” I’d said that a lot of times, usually with a severe look, but this time I smile. I’m not really expecting any trouble from her. Except for another raging hard-on. I make a mental note to wear some loose trousers and maybe a long sweater tomorrow.

  She smiles back, still looking flushed. “I will try to deserve your help,” she says. Then her voice falters, “I just don’t know how I’m going to make a success of anything. I don’t have a lot of useful skills.”

  I can’t lie to her. “It won’t be easy. You’ll have to work hard and earn your opportunities, but they will come slowly. The next few months will probably be tough, but maybe we can get you into some sort of training program. I’ll check out some possibilities and we can see if there’s something that suits you.”

  There’s at knock my door and Mrs. Donnelly puts her head around. “Jack is still immersed in a pile of paper work, but everybody else has left,” she says. “Do you need anything before I go?”

  “You can go. I’m just about to leave too.” I wish her good night while standing up to get my jacket, and she leaves, closing the door behind her.

  Lindsay gets up too, and I see her sway. I’ve seen that ruse a few times, but this time I know it’s not fake, and I rush to catch her as she falls. She lands in my arms with her breasts rubbing against my abdomen. I help her to stand, but now her crotch is pressing against my throbbing dick. I groan with desire and hear her moan at the same time.

  Trouble just started. Now I have her in my arms, I can’t let go.

  Chapter 3

  Lindsay

  I feel like an idiot. He probably thinks I pretended to fall so that he would catch me. I bet women throw themselves at him all the time. It doesn’t help that I’m so turned on I can’t hide it. As he pulls me up, his body rubs against my hard nipples, sending tingling pleasure straight to my clit. In a blur of aching desire, I can’t stop myself from moaning and grinding my hips against him, pushing my swollen pussy toward his cock. I’ve never wanted anybody like this, and it feels so good. I don’t care anymore that I’m making a fool of myself.

  Only now, I notice that I’m rubbing myself against an enormous erection which is pressing back against me, and I know he wants me as much as I want him. I take that as a licence to keep massaging myself on his massive manhood. He’s frantically thrusting against me, and through our clothes the huge bulge spreads open my pussy lips. Now the friction is being applied directly to my aching clit.

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sp; The tingling in that bundle of nerves quickly turns into a pulsing. I feel the pressure building up and know I’m on the edge of an orgasm. My head falls back in ecstasy but he cradles it in one of his hands. His lips come crashing down on mine and his tongue strokes the inside of my mouth as my clit explodes and I convulse with pleasure. He keeps kissing me and holding me up as the spasms rock my body. My hips are pounding against his and the waves of pleasure keep rolling over me. If his mouth wasn’t clamped over mine, I’d probably be screaming out my satisfaction. It’s a hell of an orgasm, especially considering that no clothing has been removed in the process.

  One of his hands slides into my jeans and a finger strokes my soaking wet folds, prolonging the pleasure by sending me instantly into a second orgasm just as the first one subsides. I throw my arms around his neck and hold on tightly as my pussy jerks back and forth over his hand.

  As I come down from it, I realize that my legs are shaking and he’s the only reason I’m still standing. He lowers me into a chair, and I lean back exhausted. My orgasm is done, but a secondary feeling of pleasure is still coursing through my body, and one more little moan slips past my lips. I feel my cheeks grow hot and can’t bring myself to look at him. I just came on my probation officer’s cock. And again on his fingers. What the hell was I thinking? Right, I wasn’t thinking.

  “I didn’t mean for that to happen,” I stammer. “I haven’t eaten anything since this morning and I really felt faint.”

  “I knew you weren’t faking it,” he says. “Falling over, I mean. It’s obvious you weren’t faking the orgasm either.”

  I can’t help looking directly at him for a second. He’s smiling in a friendly way, but now I’m more embarrassed than before. I drop my head down into my lap.

  He kneels in front of me and takes my hands. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he says. “You weren’t the only one who just got carried away.”

  I look at him again and try to smile. “I kind of am the only one,” I point out.

  “Well, yeah. But I started it.”

  “I thought I did. It just felt so good when I felt your body against mine, and then I couldn’t stop myself.”

  “I guess you haven’t had sex for a while.”

  Since I’m being so crazy honest, I blurt it out. “I’ve never had sex. Or been touched like that. I’ve never had a man give me an orgasm before.”

  Chapter 4

  Riley

  She’s never been with a man before. I’m the first guy to give her an orgasm. That knowledge sends me out of control again. I lean forward and kiss the palms of her hands to show her what that means to me. It’s crazy, but I feel like she’s been saving herself for me. There’s an intense connection between us, like we were meant to be.

  It’s intoxicating having my lips against her skin. I work my way slowly up her arm, trailing kisses all the way to her shoulder. I kiss all around her neck, then undo the top buttons of her shirt and trace my finger lightly along the edge of her lacy, pale-pink bra. It’s sexy, but sweet and innocent at the same time.

  With the tip of my tongue I lick her cleavage. It swells unevenly with her ragged breathing. Through her clothing, I rub her nipples with my thumbs and feel them instantly go hard with fresh arousal. She pushes them toward me, inviting me to explore them. I undo the rest of the buttons, unfasten the front clasp of her bra, and push it aside to reveal two gorgeous breasts with perfect rosebud nipples. I cup one in each hand and massage them, taking pleasure in feeling her silky skin and watching the blissful expression on her face. With each caress, I dawdle over the nipples and finally I roll each one between thumb and forefinger. She’s moaning again, and her head sways a little, but her eyes keep latching onto the sight of me touching her.

  While still rubbing one nipple, I take the other into my mouth and alternate between licking it gently and sucking hard. The moans grow louder and her hips start squirming, sliding her closer to the edge of the chair. I move my mouth to the other breast, and when I pull the hard bead into it, she starts writhing in the chair, pushing her pussy forwards, begging for me to give it some attention as well. I’m only too willing to oblige.

  Giving each of the nipples one last flick of my tongue, I begin kissing down her stomach. I stop to undo her jeans, and she wiggles her hips out of them in a rush to have the restriction removed. I take off her shoes as well and pull the jeans all the way off so that she can spread her legs and get full enjoyment. She does so automatically, giving me a good look at her virgin pussy.

  “Has any man even touched this?” I ask, looking up at her.

  She shakes her head. I look back at the tempting pink folds that I’m the first to enjoy. My cock is aching to slide between them, but I’m not going that far. I’ve taken too much liberty already, but as long as it’s all about her pleasure, and she’s showing me she wants it, I’m driven on. I won’t be taking anything for myself.

  I spread her lips apart to look at the glistening jewel nestled between them. My cock is twitching in agony as I slip a finger inside. She’s tight but super moist, and my finger slides easily in and out. I hook it to stroke her insides in just the right spot, and her hips rise off the chair again. With my other hand, I start rubbing my thumb in little circles over her clit. Her moaning turns into gasps and cries of delight, and I’m thankful that this is a solid, old building with thick walls. And that Jack is the kind of person who could work through an earthquake without noticing. He probably has for all I know. He used to live in L.A.

  Lindsay starts a quake of her own. Her pussy slams against my hand and my fingers feel the spasms. Her ass keeps rising off the chair as her hips thrust forward over and over. She cries out her pleasure and begs me not to stop. She doesn’t have to ask. My fingers are urging her to ride this out for all she’s worth.

  Even when she stops thrusting herself against me, I wait to be sure she’s completely done before taking my hand away. She’s blushing again and looks around for her jeans, but she’s too weak to push herself out of the chair. I could help put them on her, but I have an idea that I’m not done satisfying her yet.

  First, I need to take care of a different kind of hunger. “I’ll be back in minute. Don’t move,” I tell her, hoping that she won’t struggle back into her bra while I’m gone. I haven’t seen enough of those luscious breasts.

  She nods weakly, and I hurry to the breakroom, where I have some protein bars stashed away. I grab one and some juice and rush back to my office, but she’s still naked except for the loose shirt and bra. She takes the bar gratefully, and while she eats it and drinks the juice, I sit on the floor beside her chair and run my hands softly along her thighs, slowly inching toward her pussy.

  When she finishes the last bite, I test her desire by rubbing my hand over the hot, moist mound. With a little whimper, she pushes it up into my hand, showing me she wants more. I’m going to give her another first. I don’t think she can hold herself up in the chair for one more round, so I throw a jacket and a sweater on the floor and help her to lie down on it.

  This time, I kiss my way up her thighs. At the top of one, I pause. She groans, and her pussy is straining toward my mouth. It’s going to get what it wants, but not just yet. She bucks in desperation as my lips move away, but first, I slowly lick and kiss my way up the other. Again, I pause at the top, and the teasing sets her hips writhing.

  “You want it?” I ask, knowing the answer, but I want to hear her say it. I want her to own this moment.

  “Yes,” she says faintly, but I need to hear more.

  “What do you want me to do? What does your pussy need?”

  She’s wriggling and whimpering loudly now, but she finds enough voice to say, “I want you to lick me. My pussy needs your tongue.”

  I take my time, but her frantic movements slow down once she knows relief is coming. Gently, I part her lips and take a moment to look again. Her pussy is a deep rosy color now, and swollen all over. I lower my head and lick it all the way from back to front. She cri
es out for more. I repeat the long, slow strokes of her whole pussy several more times, giving her clit a little flick with the tip of my tongue at the end of each stroke. Then I push it into her opening and wiggle it around. She squirms beneath my mouth while I lick her as deep as I can go. I could make her come like this, but I have something else in mind.

  I pull my tongue out and kiss her clit tenderly, then draw it into my mouth, and suck it firmly. She erupts with a long, drawn-out cry of pleasure, and her legs thrash about on the floor.

  The sound of her joy, along with the feel of her clit pulsing in my mouth, sets me off. My cock shudders and spills its load in my underwear. It feels good, but it’s not enough. My dick is as stiff as ever, and throbbing with a desperate need to feel the smooth inside of her soft pussy.

  As Lindsay comes down from her sexual high, her glance falls upon the bulge in my trousers. She sits up and reaches out to it, caressing my arousal through my clothes. Now I’m the one whimpering and pushing myself into her hands. I want to pull my clothes off and let her touch my package, but I have to stop. If I release my cock, it’ll find its way inside her in no time. I don’t have a condom, so that’s not happening even if I were willing to take her virginity on my office floor, which I’m not. I want it, and I mean to have it, but not like this.

  She spreads her legs in front of my cock, offering herself to me, but I shake my head. She gives a whimper of disappointment, but I hold fast. Picking up her panties, I slide them back on and help her to pull on her jeans. I let her do up the bra because I’m already imagining holding those breasts again and don’t trust myself. She does up her shirt and puts her shoes on, and I help her to sit on the chair again.