Yesterday, I was looking forward to tonight. But now that this happened, I was dreading it. I didn't know how things were going to go with Mr. Williams. How could I ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like I didn't send my most intimate pictures to my crush's father? Like I didn't get wet when he texted me back and told me that I was sexy?
I grabbed my macroeconomics textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that I needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if I did, I would get nothing done. My phone, which I had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed. I gazed over at it, heart racing. One minute passed, then two, then I couldn't control the urge to flip it over and see Mr. Williams's name on the screen. Mr. Williams: I look forward to seeing you tonight, Mila. I stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What did I say to that? After deciding to ignore the text, I turned the page in my textbook and started studying. But I kept glancing over at my phone, sitting, waiting for him to send me another text. The screen lit up with a longer message. Mr. Williams: Are you ignoring me? I could just tell your father about those pictures if you want. As soon as I saw his message, I picked up the phone. Me: No! No, not ignoring you. Please don't tell my dad. Mr. Williams: It's going to be quite difficult to keep something like this from him, but another picture might make it a bit easier. I pursed my lips together, core tightening. He wanted another dirty picture of me? I … I couldn't. I placed my phone down and took a deep breath. I should call Ada; she would know what to do. I picked up my phone, ready to dial her number, but another text from him popped up. Mr. Williams: I'm sitting next to your dad in a meeting right now. ;) Fuck. Me: Okay, okay. Just give me a second. I scrolled through my phone, looking through all of the naked pictures of myself and trying to find one without my face in it because if this man was going to blackmail me, at least these pictures wouldn't have my face in them. When I finally selected one, I sat on my bed, finger hovering over the blue Send button. My knees bounced up and down. I squeezed my eyes closed and sent it. Mr. Williams: I want one with you naked and on your knees, looking into the camera. I shut my eyes tightly. Why was this happening? How could this be happening? I sent my dirty pictures to Dad's partner and ended up in this situation. But I really, really didn't want Dad to see or even know about the pictures. Last time he caught me sexting, he threatened to take away my college fund. "A lady doesn't act that way," he had said. So, I took my clothes off, knelt on the floor, and looked into the camera. My nipples were hard. My stomach was sucked in. My lips were pursed. I needed the picture to be perfect because I really, really didn't want to retake it for him. After I sent the stupid picture, I lay on my bed. My pussy throbbed at the thought of him in his meeting, dick hard against his pants. Him trying to hide his hard-on in front of Dad. I pushed my hand in my pants, teasing my clit. God, everything about it was so fucking hot. A few hours passed, and he didn't text me back. I hoped that was enough to keep him over and to keep his mouth shut. At seven p. m., Dad yelled upstairs to me, "Mila, the Williams are here." I grabbed my phone and smoothed out my conservative navy-blue dress. Making sure all of the goodies were covered up. I didn't want Mr. Williams to get the wrong idea, especially with my family at the dinner table. When I walked down the stairs, my heart was pounding against my chest. Everyone was sitting at the dinner table, waiting for me. As soon as I stepped into the room, Mr. Williams's blue eyes pierced through mine. His cream sweater hugged his body. Bad-boy Everett was giving me that look he always did. Deep. Dark. Dangerous. Yet all I could think about was how I took a picture of myself, sitting on my knees, breasts on full display, and eyes wide, looking like I was waiting for his father's cock. My cheeks flushed, and I sat down next to him at the table. Only wishing that this dinner would go as smoothly as every other one had. But of course, things never went as planned. Halfway through dinner, my phone buzzed in my lap. Mr. Williams: Put your vibrator inside of you. I stared, wide-eyed, at the phone and gazed up at Mr. Williams to see him in conversation with my dad. Me: I don't have a vibrator. After I replied, I went back to talking to Everett. From the corner of my eye, I watched Mr. Williams look down at his phone and glance at me. He didn't respond. Instead, he cleared his throat. "Steve," he said, looking at my dad, "did you know that your daughter has excellent photography skills?" My eyes widened as I glared at him, shock running through my veins. He smirked. Dad smiled. "No, I didn't. You're interested in photography, sweetie?" Oh, fuck me. I forced a smile on my face. "Yes." "Why haven't we seen any of your work?" he asked. I clenched my jaw, anger boiling inside of me. Why did he have to do this now? "I like keeping it to myself," I stated, hoping he would drop the subject. "I have some of her pictures, if you would like to see them," Mr. Williams started.My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. "No! I'll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I've taken. They're in my room. It's much better than a picture on a phone. You can't ever see anything on those things. I'll be right back," I said, leaping out of my chair. Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him. "Fuck!" I said once I rushed into my room. "This really can't be happening." I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me. I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night. When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. William
Mr Williams pulled himself out of me, and I turned to him and knelt. He stroked his erection. "Stick out your tongue. You're going to swallow for me."My toes curled. I gazed up at him, fingers rubbing my wetness. He took my chin in his hand, and I opened my mouth. His juice sprayed over my face, completely missing my mouth. When he released my jaw, I wiped his juice off with my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.He smirked down at me and pinched both of my nipples in his fingers, pulling me up. I stumbled back onto the bed. He pushed his fingers inside of me again.Someone knocked on my door."How's everything coming along in there?" Dad asked.I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pounded his fingers deeper inside of me. I arched my back and threw my head back."It's coming along." Mr. Williams chuckled. My fingers dug deeper into his skin as I desperately tried to keep my moans quiet. "Isn't it, Mila?"My legs trembled as the
Reynolds cleared his throat, introducing the topic we'd be talking about today and going over some announcements, like he did at the start of every class, and a moment later, my phone buzzed. I swallowed hard, wanting to ignore it … but I couldn't ignore the warmth pooling between my legs. So, I turned the brightness on my phone all the way down and opened the message from Everett's dad. : I have something for you. My heart raced, and I drew my knees together. Mr. Williams had something for me. : Be a good girl and play with yourself back there during my presentation, and maybe I'll give it to you when class is over. I swallowed hard, staring down at the message. Oh my God. My pussy was already throbbing, aching to have him inside of me again. I felt like a schoolgirl in a fucking porno, seducing the teacher, playing with myself as everyone looked at him, but he only looked at me. Where would he take me this time? Over this desk when we were finished? In one of the many emp
Reynolds gazed at me for a long moment, nodding his head to Mr. Williams and then handing him my phone. Reynolds gathered his belongings and walked right out of the room. Everett lingered by the door.Mr. Williams gazed over at him. "I'll meet you back at the house for dinner," he said. "I need to talk to Miss Mila beforehand about"-he held up my phone-"this. Don't wait up for either of us."Everett nodded his head and left the room, leaving me alone with Mr. Williams in a deserted college business class. He walked to the front of the desk, leaned against it, and crossed one leg over the other.I huffed to myself and trudged over to him, trying not to look too excited about this. Because I wasn't. I really, really wasn't. Definitely wasn't.I stared up at him, gaze lingering on the bulge in the front of his pants.He held up my phone. "Do you think that the little stunt you pulled was funny?" he asked, brow raised."Depends," I said, batting my lashes at him. "Did it make you ha
He pressed his lips against my ear, sucking the skin. "He wouldn't like that, would he?" When I didn't say a word, he curled his hand around my neck and pulled me toward him. "Would he?""No," I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest.I gazed out the door window, watching people walk by in the halls. No, there wasn't a class in here after … but people loved to study in the empty classrooms. And … I had no doubt that someone would glance into this one, hoping to find an empty classroom but finding Mr. Williams thrusting his fingers into my tight, wet pussy instead."We have to stop," I breathed out. "We … we can't …""Do you want your father finding out?" he asked in my ear. "About everything?"I furrowed my brows and shook my head, heart racing in my chest. "No.""No, you don't." He tugged on my hair, fingers still moving fast inside of me. "That's why you're going to take off your pants, sit on this desk, and spread your legs wide for me."After pulling his hand out of my
It was Friday night, one week into my internship under Mr. Williams, and it was not what I was expecting. I expected him to sneak me into his office between every meeting and have his way with me, not give me piles upon piles of work to do."You're not finished with your hours for today, Mila," Mr. Williams said to me just as I said good-bye to him to leave for the weekend.He gestured to the door, and I shut it behind me and stared at the great CEO behind the desk. He cocked one finger in my direction and patted the desk next to him. "Come here."After blowing out a deep breath and trying to ease the ache between my legs that wouldn't go away all week, I sauntered over to the side of his desk and gazed down at him. "What do you need help with, Mr. Williams?" I asked, trying to keep this as professional as I could. He hadn't touched me all week.He hadn't flirted with me all week. He had barely looked at me all week. But today … today, I could see that he needed to be relieved and
Dad chuckled and brushed it off as if it was nothing because that's what it was. To him, Mr. Williams and I were just that-boss and employee. Nothing more and definitely nothing less. He was to show me how to run a company, and I was to get my shitty-ass grade up.Someone's phone buzzed on the desk, and Dad stood. "Let me take this," he said. "It'll be a moment."The office door closed, and Mr. Williams pushed out his seat to stare down at me.He leaned down slightly and pushed his hand into my skirt. "How're you doing down there?" he asked, fingers thrusting up into my pussy. "Being a good girl for me. Sucking me off. Getting your pussy sopping wet for me."A rush of heat warmed my core, and I nodded. "I need you," I whispered. "I've been waiting all week for you to pull me into your office."Mr. Williams's gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips and back. "God, Mila, if I could, you'd be in my office every day like this."He crashed his lips hard onto mine and gave me a taste o
During one meeting Mr. Williams was heading, I was taking notes as usual when a flicker from my phone screen lit up the room. Feeling bored I swiped it down, opening the message. It was from Everett. He'd been much more attentive, lately. My eyes studied the selfie of him bare chested, his sinewy muscles naturally protruding, pulling his belt downward, just barely revealing his dark path to paradise. He was trying to entice me. Everett: Pick you up after work? Normally, this would have set me on fire; it used to be exactly what I wanted but now, all it did was cause me trouble. This was just another test. The pictures and messages were becoming increasingly risqué. He knew something was up as I'd been more distant, but never in his wildest dreams would he think the other man was his father...Mr. Williams suddenly snapped me out of my daze with his baritone voice. Noting my obvious distraction, he circled around my desk like a wolf with its prey. I was both sexually enticed and
I grab her hips, steady her movements, and pound my cock into her tightness with a wildness that feels like a drug in my bloodstream. She cries out, screaming as I take her mercilessly, each thrust harder than the last, short and fast, long and hard. Deep and deep. She gives one final guttural high-pitched scream and comes undone in my arms. I hold her tight to my chest, slowing the pace of my thrusts so her orgasm can ride her to the max. I love making her come so fucking much. I realized I'm patient when it comes to her unlike the other women just when I feel that her body has stopped shaking wildly around me, her moaning more controlled, my control slips and I pound into her again with primal focus, fast and long, pulling out to the tip and slamming into the hilt of my cock, her pussy walls clench around me tightly, dripping, welcoming, devastatingly warm and stretching to accommodate me. I feel her body shaking again as the next orgasm ripples through her. I come undone wi
"Open. this. damn. thing!.!" I punctuate each word with a kiss down his neck until I reach his nipple. I tease him with my tongue and he emits a low growl, his dark eyes going even darker. He hooks his hands inside the hem of his pants and pulls it down. His hard cock springs free and I gulp at the sight of him, fully naked in front of me. I stroke the vibrating length of his thick cock and he breathes sharply in my ear. I like the shift in power and it pushes me to be bolder as I wrap my hand along his length, stroking him carefully, looking deep into his eyes. "Mila." His eyes flash dangerously, I quicken my pace, relishing the raw masculinity emanating from him as I stroke his hard cock between us, my legs are weak and shaky from that earth-shattering orgasm he gave me with his mouth, else I would have knelt in front of him and taken him in my mouth. "Fuck. You have to stop that. I can't promise to be gentle if you keep that up." Linc groans against my neck, my breath catch
"Williams...Please..." I fist his thick hair, running my hand through his scalp. He kisses a fiery trail of lust down my stomach, wet kisses and the sharp pressure of his teeth pulling across my skin, the sensation is overwhelming. It leaves me breathless; all I can do is writhe my hips, begging for release. The man has a magical mouth, and he knows just how to use it. Years of experience have honed him into the perfect lover. I close my eyes, scratching my fingers across his back as he takes his time to get to my underwear. I inhale sharply when he places soft wet kisses around my bikini line. "Williams." I breathe as strong arms lift my legs high. He kisses the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I cry out. "You smell divine." He says, resting his head against my inner thigh and taking a deep breath, his stubble tickling me through the thin material of my underwear. I am close to insanity. I look down and I see his onyx eyes looking up at me in the darkness. I don't
He didn't look surprised and that took me aback, " you knew?" Mr Williams nodded, " Yes, it's Everett. He knew already. He just wanted you to open up forcefully " I exhaled. Mr Williams looked at me, his eyes filled with something I can't even describe, " you asked if I want to fuck you mila? No, I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you" I feel my lips tremble. He doesn't want to fuck me like the way we do just for the pleasure of it. He wants to make love to me like a lover would. Like a man who is in love with a woman. It made my heart swell. " I love you" I blurted out, the years blocking my vision from seeing his handsome face. " I love you too Mila" Mr Williams confessed, drawing my face closer to his. The feel of his smooth lips on mine is something I might never get over. My pulse starts racing as his huge palms caress my cheeks. "Mr Williams" I breathe into his gentle kiss. "Shhh, call me Williams or Roman. Let go, Mila. Just feel. Tell me to s
My heart is beating very fast. A lot of things seem to be going wrong. Who would even dare to threaten me with what I and Mr Williams had been doing. God! I feel so distressed about everything. From our secrets to someone whom I have no idea about knowing and has started blackmailing me with it. I hate this feeling. " Did you see the face of the person?" I asked the man who's still shaking in fear. He shook his head, " No, no, I didn't. He put on a cap covering half of his face and then with a nose mask. I didn't see his face. " I exhaled, closed my eyes, and opened it again. " Leave him alone," I told Robert. I knew the time had come for me to open up about what's going on with Mr Williams and I. First, I need to let him know that I'm being blackmailed. I picked up my phone and sent a text to him, wanting to know where he is. I need to meet him face to face and to see his facial expression as I tell him. I want to know what the plan is because I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired
"Oh," I said, "You didn't need to do that. You have nothing to prove to me." But inside I was kinda happy. And glad for him. At least his girlfriend wasn't that rabid bitch. He could do so much better. ☆☆☆☆☆☆ Mila pov:: I received a message which made my generic notification tone go off. Pulling down the message, I narrowed my eyes, having to read it multiple times. Anonymous: I've seen you and Mr. Williams. I know about what you're doing together. I won't go into details, but you know what I mean. Biting my lower lip, I was stunned. My heart began to race, and my neck had a sheen of sweat on it. It automatically gave the same feeling I'd had before like someone was watching me. My stomach felt like a fizzy storm had bubbled up from this threat. Could it be Lily again? Maybe I'd gone too far with using her son as leverage. At the time I thought I was being clever, but if this was her, maybe I shouldn't have taken it that far. Me: Who is this? Anonymous: Tell no one else.
"So what series is it you're going to binge?" I asked him, sipping from the iced tea, then shoving the pie plate away."It's an older one. Three seasons. Set in northern Britain. Very dark, but also hilarious.""Sounds... Good, I think?" I said, my elbows on the table throwing my palms up. He chuckled."I can see why you have apprehension. I've been secretive about my questionable shows with everyone else but for some reason, just now, all you had to do was ask and I confessed."I snorted, chuckling under my breath. Was he serious? He seemed like it. Just as I was about to ask him more a figure approached us. That scent of alcohol mixed with a little bit of BO and deodorant that I kinda liked. It was Everett."So, Robert, why are you here with Ada?" Everett asked outright, snapping his eyes to his supposed rival. I was so stunned I couldn't speak and that was a rarity. My stomach felt queasy. But then I felt excited.He was fidgeting and Charline wasn't hanging off him quite as
He was just going through the motions.My heart sank. I wished he could find something real. Those couple of nights in LA made me think he really wanted to change. Maybe someday."Give him some time, Ada. Maybe he'll surprise you."She shrugged, rolled her eyes and began to chug off her fountain raspberry ice tea, averting her eyes. Robert glanced back then went back to take the last bite of his sandwich. Leaning back he patted his belly."Wow, I am so stuffed right now. I need a wind down drink at home, maybe an episode of my favorite series then to pass out.""It's only the beginning of the week, Robert," I said whimpering, trying to commiserate. "We have to pretend we're not tired yet. It's office culture law."He frowned and said, "Sorry. You're right. I do know better." He pointed at me and we smiled. Then, I saw our waiter heading over to our table, with a dessert in one hand and a check in the other."We can split this," I said, "Or I can pay." I rifled through my purse.
His nose was slightly red from his exertion and the temperature as he waved the folder at me. Damn! It was one of the files from work.I must have dropped it when Ada texted me. Good thing he was behind to grab that up. I was so excited I didn't notice it slipped out from under my arm. How careless of me!Mr. Williams would be pissed if other people saw last quarters inside market reports."Thanks, Robert," I said, "My mind has been all over the place. You're a lifesaver.""Oh, it was pure chance I found it. You don't normally leave this way.""You're right, I don't," I paused, brushing my lips with my index finger then, "Were you behind me the whole time?”“Mm-hmm, I think so.”“Did you happen to notice if anyone else was following me?""I did see people, but I don’t know if they were following you. Why do you think it was you they wanted?”"I had the heeby jeebies, you know? Just a feeling. But every time I turned around, there was nobody there. But once I kept walking, it