by Jamie Knight
I’d just fastened the bag when the office door opened. I popped up onto my feet, the jacket folded neatly over my arms.
“I thought everybody already left,” Chad said, not meeting my gaze.
“I wanted to give you your jacket back.”
“Thanks,” he said, gabbing it.
He caught sight of my breasts, much more on display than in the overalls, let alone the oversized jersey.
“Fuck,” he whispered, quickly looking away.
I tried not to laugh, that being exactly what I would have liked to do. Not that I actually had the nerve to say so.
“Something wrong?” I asked innocently.
“Nope, nothing at all,” he said, stealing another look.
“Would you like to go for dinner?” I asked, my voice only slightly shaking.
“How about my place?”
“Sure,” I said, unable to contain my excitement.
I had no idea what I was doing. Despite growing up around lots of different vehicles, there weren’t a lot of trucks. Leading to a spot of embarrassment as I tried to scramble up into the passenger side of Chad’s truck.
“Here,” he said, before taking me by the hips and basically lifting me up onto the seat, closing the door behind me.
I didn’t weigh a lot, but I was still impressed by his strength. I could only imagine what he looked like under those plain black T-shirts of his.
***
I knew it was prejudiced, but I’d expected something simple. Steak or burgers, maybe with fries. A pickle if he was feeling fancy. A lifetime, short as it had been, eating the best food possible had done something weird to my taste. Reaching a sense of overload, I was pretty sure I would hurl if I had one more morsel of fancy stuff. I was yearning for some ordinary home cooking. For the change if nothing else. Chad met me halfway. Homemaking a pizza, though doing it in such a way that I’d never tasted anything like it.
“I fried the crust in oil first. You have to use a cast-iron skillet, or it won’t come out right,” he explained, as though reading my mind.
“It’s wonderful,” I gushed as we sat on his couch.
“You’ve never had pizza before?”
“Not like this. The cooks had a different sensibility.”
“Cooks? Plural?”
“Um, yeah,” I said, not having the time or energy to come up with a lie, bad or otherwise.
“I take it you’re not talking about your mom or sisters.”
I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, and it all came flooding out like a dam burst.
“No, I’m an only child, um, now. I grew up with cooks and drivers all that. My dad is actually interested in classic cars. He owns several, in fact. Including Jaguars and at least one Rolls-Royce. I’m not a rich bitch. It’s my dad who is rich, not me. I have nothing, really. Not without him.”
I stopped suddenly, all the energy gone from me. I leaned forward, unable to hold myself straight. It felt so good to admit it. To admit everything. Good and also scary. I’d told him everything. Laid my soul bare, not knowing how he was going to take it.
“I know,” Chad said, laying a gentle hand on my trembling shoulder.
“You do?”
“Well, I knew something was going on. It wasn’t likely you were a usual grease monkey, not like Will or me. I believe you’re interested and can’t deny that you’re good, but there is no way you grew up with it. Your overalls are clearly new. I’ve had the same set for fifteen years. Your nails are too neatly trimmed, and you're just a bit too posh.”
“Posh?”
“Elegant, how you carry yourself. I’m guessing you had posture lessons.”
“Had to walk with a book on my head. It was ridiculous.”
“Right, and you’re eloquent. Your speech a bit too clean and precise and the manners. Nothing like what I was used to where I grew up. You probably know which fork to use.”
“Yep,” I admitted staring at my Flash Gordon placemat, “is that going to be a problem?”
Chad made me look at him, his eyes full of both passion and a measure of empathy.
“No.”
He pulled me into a passionate kiss. His strong arms wrapped tightly around me as our tongues performed their erotic dance. My performance was even more confident than the first time. I’d been paying attention and tended to learn fast.
“I can’t resist you,” he said reluctantly, pulling back.
“Then don’t,” I said, overjoyed.
“I want you to stay the night,” he added.
“Yes,” I said, it sounded like the best word in the world, “but you should know something.”
“What’s that?” he asked, sounding a bit concerned.
“I-I’m a virgin.”
Chad lightly stroked my pussy through my jeans, as though trying to test this. My response was instant and hard. Gasping while pushing harder against his touch, desperate for more.
“I-I’m a bit shocked, to be honest, though I promise to be gentle,” he said sweetly.
I responded by pulling my jeans and panties down to my ankles and spreading my legs as far as I could.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, gazing at my glistening pink pussy.
Starting at the shin, he kissed his way up my right leg, placing his warm palms on my bare knees as he went. I could feel my skin getting warm as he kissed and licked his way up my inner thigh. Blazing a tender trail up to my untouched pussy. I was both shocked and delighted at how good it felt. Unable to imagine anything better. At least until the first touch of his tongue to my tender pink folds.
The sound was loud and slightly disconcerting. It took a moment to realize it had come out of me. I put a hand over my mouth, not sure if it was okay. Gently, Chad reached up and put my hand down before returning his one hand to my knee, licking me the entire time. I took a breath in and held it to be sure. Sure enough, another manifested itself as Chad lapped softly at me. My skin getting warm and even more sensitive. Particularly in terms of my pussy. I did my best to hold it together.
“You okay, baby?” he asked.
All I could do was nod. My body and will completely hijacked by exquisite pleasure. Frankly, I would have said or done anything if he would just keep licking me down there.
“Good. I’m going to try something else now. It is a lot more intense, so I want you to tell me if it gets to be too much. You really don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings. Just scream ‘stop,’ and I will.”
“O-okay,” I said, barely able to form full English sentences.
“Promise?” he pushed.
“P-p-promise.”
Chad pushed my knees even wider, getting full access to my most intimate area. Then, without warning, he dove right in, licking and sucking my tender pink pussy like his life depended on it.
The sounds were even more intense. Had we not been in a house, I would have been afraid of waking up the neighbors — the sweet, skilled motion of his tongue sett off fireworks behind my eyes. My hands gripping the arms of the chair for fear I might fall over and completely ruin the mood.
I honestly thought I might pass out from pure pleasure. My orgasm rattling through me like a freight train making my whole body shake. I lost grip on the chair and pitched forward. Chad came up to meet me, holding me tight as the trembling subsided in his strong embrace. Planting soft kisses on my flushed cheek. I wondered if he was like this with all the girls or just me. I had the gut feeling it was the latter. I certainly knew which one I would prefer.
When I recovered, Chad gently pulled my jeans and underwear back up over my tender parts. I thought maybe I’d done something wrong, and it was over. I was just about to say as such when he stood up in front of me, undoing his fly. My eyes widened as my sexy lover unfurled his enormous cock. I could hardly believe it was possible for a cock to be so big, but there it was. Right in front of me.
I nervously wrapped a hand around his massive shaft, feeling it
throbbing warmly in my palm. It really was unlike anything I’d ever imagined and infinitely better. I never really understood how girls could take something hard inside them. As it turned out, that particular term didn’t tell the whole story. Chad’s clock was firm for sure, but not like metal or glass. More like an arm muscle. Solid but with a lot of silky give. Moving fluidly in my light grasp.
I stroked him long and slow. Savoring every second, my pleasure only increased by his. Chad moaned low and primal as I worked his cock. Doing my best to pleasure him as he had satisfied me. Curious, I lifted his cock to look at his balls while I continued to stroke his gently throbbing shaft. They were huge, somewhere between golf balls and tennis balls, only a lot tastier looking. I licked my lips at the very sight of them.
I lightly licked the left one, making Chad moan even deeper. I licked it again and then the other, before alternating between them. On a whim, I leaned in and started to swirl my tongue around each of his balls, much to my boss’s delight. He put his hand on the back of my head in encouragement, in no way being forceful about it.
Plucking up my courage, I took one of his balls into my mouth. Taking care not to bite, I compressed my mouth slightly and started to suck lightly. I could feel it—the tremble of pure pleasure running through Chad’s body. I smiled as I continued to suck, delighted to be able to bring him such joy after the fresh heaven he had blessed me with.
I knew what I was going to do next. It was a big step, but we had gone that far, and it was time to finish the journey. Running my tongue up the length of his cock, I made the same swirling motion around the head of his thick cock. Plucking up my courage, I dropped my mouth over the warm, salty head. After a moment to orient myself, the sensation of having a cock in my mouth a new experience indeed, I started to suck. Focusing on the head first, I wrapped a hand around the base, using the other to try and cup his balls, moving down the shaft a little further.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Chad said, taking gentle hold of my ponytail.
Encouraged, I went down ever further until I was almost halfway down his stiff, throbbing shaft. Taking his lovely manhood in my mouth, closing my lips tight around him, I started to suck deep. Stroking my lips along his shaft to the head and then back again. Repeating the process, again and again, I picked up speed with each pass. The depth of penetration went even further until the head of his cock started going down my virgin throat. I kept going until I was deep throating him.
I was a little scared, sure I might choke or something, his cock was so big as it moved in my throat. I actually only gagged a little. I did my best to relax, and it got even better, mainly when my gentle lover took control. He started moving his massive manhood in my mouth as I continued to suck with all my might.
I would later find out this was called face fucking. I was so sheltered at the time I didn’t even know that. I was the kind of girl who called cocks “pee-pees” until I was 15. I didn’t even really have the words, at least that I was able to say, to refer to even my own girl parts. I almost fainted from embarrassment the first time I had a pelvic exam.
I sucked Chad until my lips started feeling numb. Drawing a near-drowning load up from deep in his massive balls. I did all I could to swallow down every drop. An endeavor that was mostly successful, only a few drops dribbling down my chin. Despite a valiant attempt to stop it with my tongue.
“Good girl,” Chad cooed, wiping my chin clean before putting his thumb in my mouth.
I sucked it vigorously like I had done with his cock, Chad zipping up his jeans as I sucked it clean.
I suddenly found myself leaving the floor. Chad hauled me up into his arms, so we were eye to eye. My head usually only coming up as far as his chest. I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my leg around his waist, feeling the bulge of his cock rub against my pussy as he supported me with his hands firmly under my ass.
It felt like he was looking down into my soul, all the fires of love burning in the depths of his pupils. I felt a tremble go through me as he came in for a kiss. My entire will gave over to him. I was as clay in his hands literally and figuratively, letting him do what he wanted to me.
Carefully turning away from the couch, my lover carried me toward the nearby bedroom.
Chapter Thirteen - Chad
Nina sucked like a champ. I’d felt her pussy, so I knew she was telling the truth about being a virgin. No way a non-virgin would be that tight. Let alone that sensitive. I would have to take it really easy on her as I fucked her.
There was a vague concern, somewhere in the darker depths of my psyche, that I might have been getting in over my head. Not only because of her age or even the fact I was technically her boss. Even more weighty, to my mind in any case, was our relative position in the social hierarchy. I should have known as well as anyone that it really shouldn’t matter. Just one more arbitrary barrier people put up between each other. But I had never been with a rich girl before, and somehow, it made me uncomfortable.
My mind kept on turning until I placed Nina back onto her feet by the bed. One look and everything became clear. I didn’t want her to leave, then or ever, and absolutely nothing else mattered besides the fact she was there with me.
I didn’t let go even as I put her down, my hands reminding firmly on her beautiful ass. As I kissed her softly, making her hum. I finally relinquished my hold on her ass, stroking my hands up her back. When it felt like she was ready, I took the bottom of her tiny shirt and pulled it up over her head, Nina raising her arms to facilitate the process.
While her arms were still raised, I took care of her sports bra, nearly sling shooting it across the room. Her tits were even more spectacular than I’d imagined, seeming to defy gravity. I wanted to take my time, but I just couldn’t resist, leaning down and taking both her beautiful tits, sucking one nipple and then the other. Nina gasped and then hummed softly, coming back down to earth.
Giving her tits some tender loving care, I progressed downward, planting a trail of kisses between her tits and then down along her belly to the waistband of her jeans. Sweet little Nina held her breath as I unbuttoned her jeans. Still nervous despite the fact I had just eaten her virgin pussy. Though to be fair, the context was about to be different. She was about to be fully nude in front of a man, probably for the first time ever — one of many first times that were about to follow.
I stroked her belly as I teased her fly down, easing her pants to her ankles and then down over her feet and away with one hand. Stroking both hands up her legs, from her ankles back up to her hips, I took firm hold of her panties. She gasped and flinched slightly as they came down, so I lightly kissed her belly to try and comfort her. It worked even better than I’d hoped, actually able to feel her relax as she put her hands on my shoulders for support.
Finally, my beautiful young lover stood naked before me as I had imagined. However, her body was even better than my wildest dreams. Taking her in my arms once again, I lifted her onto the bed, resting her feet on the edge of the mattress. Keeping one hand on her knee to maintain contact, undid my jeans one-handed, easily stepping out of them. My boxers followed. My still-hard cock sprang out. Nina’s eyes lit up when she saw it, bless her. An expression filed with equal parts apprehension, desire, and excitement.
Gently slipping a finger inside her, I checked that she was still wet, genuinely surprised by the results. I gave her a couple more strokes, making her moan before settling into a calm, placid hum.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
She nodded her head quickly, making sure her response was clear. Though still, I wanted more.
“Say it,” I prompted.
“I want it,” she tried.
“Want what, sweetie? What do you want me to do to you?”
“F-fuck me. I want you to fuck me in my p-p-p-pussy and t-take my virginity.”
“Pop your little cherry?” I prompted.
“Yes. I want you to fuck my virgin pussy and pop my little cherry,” s
he said, finally in confidence.
That’s what I wanted to hear. I knew Nina wanted it, but I needed to hear her say it. It was a matter of principle. Or at least as close as I ever got.
Taking her by the ankles, I maneuvered my sweet little virgin until her ass was at the edge of the bed and her legs were supported on my elbows. I would have put her legs over my shoulders, but they weren’t quite long enough. When I had her better accustomed, I planned to try holding her legs straight up.
She flinched slightly as I stroked the head of my cock against her tender virgin pussy. After giving her a moment to get ready, I slipped the head inside. It barely fit, pressing hard against her wet walls.
Nina’s back lifted from the mattress. She was by far the tightest woman I had ever felt. The pleasure striking me hard and pure as I eased inside her inch by inch, stretching out her untouched walls.
Before long, I was pressing up against her sweet little cherry. Careful not to hurt her, I pulled back a little, and then, kissing her tenderly, I pushed through, breaking her cherry. When she’d had time to recover, a few short, sharp cries muffled by my lips, I started to move in her. Gently pumping her freshly deflowered pussy as Nina bit her lip as I stretched her out.
She was so tight it wasn’t long before I could feel myself beginning to come. On the upside, Nina was getting pretty close to. I thought it would be great if we could cum simultaneously, especially considering it was her first time. I held back, letting her get to the very edge before I relaxed and let myself go. Both of us came in sweet, blessed unison. Her pussy getting even tighter around my cock as she reached her peak, and I filled her with my massive load.
Nina was panting but generally seemed okay. No signs of pain were immediately apparent. I leaned down and kissed her softly. She replied with a passionate ferocity I never would have guessed she had in her. It filled me with delight and pride that I’d helped bring her out of her shell and discover her sexuality.