He pulled himself out of me, and I turned to him and knelt. He stroked his cock. “Stick out your tongue. You’re going to swallow for me.”
My toes curled. I gazed up at him, fingers rubbing my clit. He took my chin in his hand, and I opened my mouth. His cum sprayed over my face, completely missing my mouth. When he released my jaw, I wiped his cum 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 pleasure pulsed out of me. “Yes,” I said.I listened—quite distantly—to Dad’s footsteps padding away. And when he did, I sank into the bed and took a deep breath. This was definitely not how I was expecting this night to go.When we finished, we walked back down to the dining room as if nothing had happened.Dad smiled at me as we entered. “Did you finish?”My face flushed red, and I nodded my head. “Yeah, Mr. Williams is going to have to help me more often. He is really great at it.”I sat back down, and he took his seat as well.Dad turned to Mr. Williams. “Would you mind if I saw those pictures Mila sent you of her photography? I know you love buying new artwork and commissioning photography, but I didn’t know my daughter was such an artist, and I want to see more.”Mr. Williams smirked across the table at me.“Dad, you don’t want to see them,” I said, digging my fingers into my palms.Mr. Williams took out his phone. “Come on, Mila. Have some confidence in yourself. They are amazing.”I sat in my Entrepreneurship Intermediate class, watching Professor Reynolds prepare the materials for today’s class. It was a Saturday morning, and Reynolds decided to tell us last minute that we’d get extra credit for attending a guest lecturer’s presentation this morning. About half the class was there, a good twenty-five people in the decent-sized classroom.Most didn’t need to be here, but I did. Not because I wanted to, but because I needed the extra credit. I had been sliding by with a C-minus all semester—and that was me trying really, really hard. Studying for hours every night.Listening intently to every single lecture. I just sucked at taking the exams, which was killing me.“He should be here any minute now,” Professor Reynolds said, gazing down at his watch.I tapped my thumb against my phone screen, staring between it and the door. Everett was supposed to be here, enduring this stupid hour-long lecture with me.The screen lit up, no messages on it, making me excited for no reason at all. I pressed my thumb to the home button and opened my messages, gaze lingering on his. It had been one long week since Mr. Williams had dinner at my house, had come into my room, and had fucked me hard while my whole family sat at the kitchen table.He hadn’t asked for another picture. He hadn’t asked for me to text him again. Everything was too silent from him, and that made my heart race. Every night, I waited for Dad to say something to me about him, but he hadn’t said a single word.Wetness pooled between my legs as I stared at all the messages we had sent back and forth. The pictures of me topless and on my knees for him.My whole naked body on full display for him to jerk off to every night. His hand around his big cock, stroking it to me, thinking about the way he felt inside of me, pumping in and out and in and out, faster and faster. Tugging on my nipples. Touching my clit.I closed my eyes, the pressure in my core building higher and higher, and I hadn’t even touched myself yet. The door opened, and I tried my hardest to push away the dirty thoughts of Everett’s dad when I was about to see Everett.After opening my eyes, I smiled widely at Everett, who strolled into the room with Mr. Williams. Mr. Williams’s gaze shifted around the entire room, then eventually landed on me. His eyes lit up for the briefest moment, the corner of his lip curling into a smirk.I pressed my lips together. He was our guest speaker? Great. Great. Great. I tore my gaze away from him, pinning a tight smile on my face when Everett slid into the seat next to me.“Hey, babe.”Babe. The nickname he gave everyone who was even remotely attractive to him.“Your dad is the guest speaker?” I asked, brows furrowed together.He rolled his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and crossed his big arms over one another, making his biceps bulge. “Yep.”From his one-worded response, I could tell that he didn’t particularly like that fact. Everett wasn’t close to failing this class, but his father must’ve made him come.Professor Reynolds and Mr. Williams spoke for a few moments in the front of the room. I grasped my phone hard in my hand until my knuckles turned white.This was not how I was expecting my day to start out. I just wanted a relaxing Saturday for the first time since this semester started. Not one where I was flustered for a whole hour.I couldn’t ignore the warmth pooling between my legs.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 empty bedrooms at
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 hard?”H
“What would he think when he finds out that Professor Reynolds caught you fucking someone on his desk?” He pushed a finger into my pussy, thrusting it in and out of me deliciously. “What about when I tell him that instead of listening to me talk about business, you decided to send me a whole folder of your naughty little pictures?”My pussy pulsed, and I grasped on to the table harder, trying to keep my breathing steady.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
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
“Sucking up if she needs to.” He laughed, but we both knew it wasn’t a joke.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 d
When I finished, I pushed down my skirt and smoothed out my shirt, making myself look somewhat presentable, but I knew that there must’ve been a red mark around my throat from the tie. “I believe you promised me a reward.”Mr. Williams retied his tie around his neck, adjusting it slightly. “Fucking you isn’t good enough?” he asked, his lips curling into a small smile. He gestured to the door. “Get your things, Mila. I’m taking you to dinner.”“Dinner?” I asked, voice quiet. That was not what I was expecting at all.“Is there something else you’d like?” he asked.My lips curled into a smile, mirroring his. “No, dinner is perfect.”“We can’t do this again in your house,” I whispered, letting Mr. Williams run his hands up and down my body, touching every curve, every bare inch of me, except the one place that I so desperately needed him to touch. “Everett’s home.”After I started interning under Mr. Williams, I had begun to go crazy for him and his cock. He knew it too, would even refuse
“Mila?” Everett said to my right, staring wide-eyed at me getting railed by his father. He looked up at his dad. “What are you doing? She’s my age!”“Showing you how to fuck a woman, son,” Mr. Williams said, still pounding into me from behind. He pulled a fistful of my hair back and groped my asscheek in his other hand, fingers digging into my flesh. “Mila likes to be fucked like the slut she is, doesn’t she?”My pussy clenched, and I moaned in response.“Sit down, Everett. Let her show you how much she loves it.”Everett stared at us like we were fucking crazy, but I had seen his cock before, had sucked him off one too many times in my early college days. He was big, just like his father was, and I wouldn’t mind it. Hell, at least not when I was high off ecstasy and so close to an orgasm.“Sit,” Mr. Williams ordered his son, tone harsher, then gently pulled my hair back and whispered into my ear, “You’re going to be a good girl for me, right? You’re going to do as I say?”Again, my
Because when he got angry at me, when he yelled and screamed, when he thrust me against the wall, his hand around my neck, and seethed in my ear … God, it was the only time that he seemed like the same man I married. That hard Dom.Not like the man he had been lately.I gazed back at Jack, smirked, and curled my fingers into his taut chest. “Yes,” I said, inching closer to him, one of his knees between mine. The closer I moved, the farther his knee inched up the inside of my thighs, the higher my dress rose, the longer his eyes lingered on my legs. “I have a husband that doesn’t please me anymore. Refuses to fuck me the way I want to be fucked.” My fingers trailed up his neck, and he tensed. “Hard. Rough. Until my legs are quivering.”When I pulled away from him, his eyes were hazier. Maybe it was the alcohol or the inner brat in me, but I pulled him closer to me and let his knee graze against my panties. He didn’t know how to react at first, but then he smirked at me. I trailed my