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
After work, I was surprised when Everett showed up, driving his navy blue five series BMW at the company entrance. "Hi, baby," he said, handing me a bouquet of flowers. His behavior was out of character but then I gasped suddenly remembering his text and that I hadn’t answered him. It was all Mr. Williams' fault. Damn it! As I stepped toward the sidewalk my legs were still sticky from our earlier encounter. I gulped, holding my throat. I wasn't only nervous about hiding my feelings around Everett, but I was still turned on. What was I supposed to do now?It would have felt incredible to be pounded by Mr. Williams but then he made me work on purchase reports, of all things. This was wrong. I knew it, but I couldn’t control myself. My boss was like a drug to me and his son paled in comparison. I was lost in thought, standing in front of Everett when I realized we weren’t alone. Next to me was my colleague Evelyn, who crossed her arms, staring at Everett then back in my dire
Though he'd been distracted moments before, Everett leaned into my space. I could tell he was drunk, especially when he suddenly kissed me. Feeling dazed, I pushed him away."What are you doing?" I asked him, slurring my speech. He laughed. "What do you mean? You came with me for a reason." "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, holding my pounding head. "I already told you I didn’t want to go out.” "Yeah, but here you are," he said, taking another gulp of beer. Voices picked up as I sought to comprehend what he was saying. Narrowing my eyes, I glared at him as he continued."You know, everyone said I could conquer any virgin with the BMW I have." My heart began to pound as my cheeks flushed. I was pissed off that he thought all it took was a car to get me to spread my legs. I burned to tell him the truth about who I really was. "What the hell are you talking about? Firstly, I'm not a virgin.""You're not a virgin?" he asked, sipped then scoffed. "That's n
"I lost my phone. I was here last night, and I think I must have dropped it or something." "Oh, it was taken by the group of friends you were with yesterday." I burned with anxiety. My supposed group of friends were Everett and his compatriots, people I didn't even know. My resistance to Everett's advances had only angered him yesterday-that much I knew for sure. What if Mr. Williams happened to text me when the phone was in Everett's hands? Swallowing hard, I thanked the bartender as I felt prickles of pins and needles in my chest. This was wrong; my vision was tunneled as I imagined what was the next best move. "Ada, can I use your phone? I need to call Everett." My mouth felt like it had cotton in it as I dialed. Ring...ring...ring...ring...ring. He never answered but I wasn’t surprised.I held my chest, feeling my stomach drop. My face must have been pale as a ghost as I tried not to faint. Pulling on my hair, I began to pace. I could feel cold sweat trickle down t
What if he was pissed off at me about my supposed date with Everett? Before I could speak, I felt Mr. Williams as he pressed himself on my ass. There was something firm in his pocket. Just as I reached around to touch him, hoping it was his stiff cock, he pulled out my phone and stuffed it into the apron."Keep that safe, now."I gasped and turned to him."How did you get that?" I asked as I wiped my hands. He trailed his fingers over my erect nipples in the apron. Sighing I leaned back against the counter. Instantly, I felt myself become soaked, dying for his touch. My eyes were half open as I bit my lower lip. "Don't worry about your little 'date' with Everett. It was me who arranged for him to get that phone call last night from someone else. I know nothing happened between you two."Though I was horny for him, I stopped my incessant groping and looked into his eyes."Were you spying on us?"Mr. Williams remained stone faced but would neither admit or deny it. Instead, he m
"That's not true and you know it. You're just saying that because I didn't want to fool around with you. You can't take rejection, can you?" "Mila, you aren't being honest with me," he said. I glared at him unsure why I owed him an explanation. "I know you're seeing someone else. Otherwise, you wouldn't be acting this way." "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, scoffing, crossing my arms. "Who in the school are you dating? Is it Joseph?""Really, Everett?" I asked tossing my hair. "Is that the only conclusion you can come to?""Well, what else can you tell me? You've been hounding me for months, sending me dirty pictures in lingerie and posing with your vibrator. Now you’re cold as ice. What do you expect me to think?" he asked. Turning around, I secretly took a deep breath trying to gather my thoughts. "I need to focus on my internship at your father's company. Then my credits will be sorted out. That’s what has my attention." Everett sneered at me.
The video was probably enough but I wanted to go further so I snapped a few photos. One was of me bent over, facing the camera and pointing to my ass. Then I took one of myself holding my vibrator with my tits squeezing them together to hold it in.I sent all three within seconds of each other hoping to get a quick reaction. I really wanted to get this project over and done with, but all this posing was turning me on. If he didn't respond soon, I'd have to wait and that could only lead to one thing...His prompt reply led me to believe he approved highly. Imagining him seeing me had me glued to my phone, waiting if he’d sent me something back in the same vein.As I laid on my bed, I fantasized about what he felt when he saw my pictures. Would he be gently stroking his dick through his pants first or did he head straight for the zipper yanking it out through the hole? Did it make him drip and yearn like me?As I thought about him rubbing himself to my photos, my core surged, and I
"Do you have a ride there yet?" he asked."No, I neglected to do that," I said, slapping my forehead with a bashful grin. I felt stupid for not already setting this up."Well, it shouldn’t be a problem for you.”“What do you mean?” I asked, pinching my brow in question.“Didn't I see you leave here with Everett the other night?" He motioned with his cup to the front door. Waiting for my response, he lightly tapped his foot."Oh, we aren't that close," I said, glancing down at his fidgeting shoe then back in his eyes. "I mean, Everett likes to joke around but we don't have anything romantic going on."Robert breathed a sigh of relief."Well in that case, let me make things easier for you. I have field work this afternoon so I can take you up to meet Mr. Adam. We can go over all the supposed intricacies of reports.”We shared a laugh.“Does that sound good?" he asked."Sure!" I exclaimed, pursing my lips, bouncing a bit. "I appreciate it." This was certainly advantageous. What