She knocked on the door. Soon it was opened, but not by Jenny. Instead, it was her father. Robin smiled, happy to see him. Although he was Jenny's father he didn't really seem like a parent. He was in his late thirties - he must have had Jenny when he was quite young - and looked good for his age. He was tanned with a strong jawline and a good build. He had short dark hair with a few flecks of gray. He always had a slightly unshaven look and the hint of stubble suited him. Jenny's mother hadn't been around for years and he'd raised her on his own. As soon as he answered the door he broke into a smile that was contagious. “Robin!” he said, “Good to see you! What can I do for you?” “Hi Simon,” she said. He had always insisted on being called by his first name, “I just came to drop Jenny’s bag off for her, is she in?” “No. Chris came by and picked her up. She said she sent you a message to tell you what she was up to?” Chris. Of course, her boyfriend. He must have called and she
There had been times when she had played up to it - times when she had stood close to him, leaned over his shoulder when he was sitting down so that she brushed against him, times when she had complimented how good he was looking. She hadn’t even really realized that she was doing it. It had all been more of a game to her than anything serious. Then again, maybe it could be both serious and a game. They went through and she sat down on the couch. She had expected Simon to sit across from her on the armchair but instead, he sat next to her on the couch. Right next to her. She turned to him. She lifted her legs up beneath her on the couch. “So,” he said, “What shall we do now?” It seemed as though he was saying out loud what she had been wondering. It was almost as though he was daring her. Would she say it? Would she say the thing that she had been thinking about? And how did he know that this was the time to ask? Right when she was feeling horny, feeling as though she wanted to f
Simon might have misread the intent of the increase in pressure, or perhaps he had ideas of his own about how he wanted things to go. As she pushed at him, he allowed himself to be pushed. He lay back on the couch and she came to him, putting herself firmly in the driver’s seat. She had one leg on either side of him, gripping him tightly now. Her dress had been pushed up partly and she knew that his hands would be there, on her thighs, soon enough. She could wait now. She didn’t have to rush things. Everything was going to come to her in time, she knew that now. There was excitement but also a kind of relief - this was happening, it was finally, actually happening! She leaned down to kiss him, quickly pushing her hair back once more. She put her hands on his chest - it felt so strong, so firm - as she started to kiss him slowly, lingering, wanting to enjoy every single sensation of what was happening. She kissed him and felt his hands on her waist. Then they moved down, slowly,
“Go on, go on,” he said and she could hear in his voice that he was desperate for this, desperate to see her breasts fully exposed to him. She continued to tease him as she slowly pushed the other strap off. His hands were on her waist but she felt sure that if she teased him for much longer then he would decide to take matters into his own hands and pull her dress down himself. She took hold of the top of her dress and pulled at it. It took a couple of tugs as she was only pulling gently, but then she felt it slide down over her breasts. And then, there they were. Simon’s mouth hung slightly open. He was staring at them, completely transfixed. For several moments it was as though he had completely forgotten that he had hands, that his hands were so close to her breasts now. Suddenly he seemed to remember. She felt his hands slide up her body and once more take hold of her breasts. She felt her nipples stiffen even more under his touch as his fingers rubbed against them. She kn
There was no holding it back now. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her feel. She also wanted to properly feel his cock and have her fun with it. She undid the buttons of his pants and pushed her hand down there to take hold of his cock. She felt it throbbing in her hand and she began to pull at it. She wanted to get it out now, really get to see it properly and not just hold it like this. Simon had other ideas, however. "Come here, come here," he said. At first, she didn't know what he meant. But as he took his fingers away from her pussy and took hold of her legs, pulling her toward him, she started to understand. She let go of his cock - reluctantly, but looking forward to what he was going to do next all the same - and shuffled up his body. When she reached his head he grabbed her ass and pulled her down to him, pulling her pussy closer to his face. She felt his fingers push at her panties, pushing them to one side. He held them there with one hand while his
The pleasure was on a whole new level for her, and the knowledge that she was giving pleasure as well as receiving it only served to heighten the sensation. But then she felt Simon push at her as he slid out from beneath her. What was this, she thought to herself. Had she done something wrong? Surely it wasn’t over? She would have felt him cum in her mouth if that was the case, she was sure of it. She fell back on the couch as he stood up. She lay there with her legs spread looking up at him. He was panting slightly. She could see her juices around his mouth. She could also see his cock, wet with her saliva. It was standing there - hard and throbbing, ready for her pussy. She reached between her legs and played with herself, slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy, imagining that it was his cock in there, then rubbing her clit. She watched Simon as he watched the show that she was putting on for him. Then he climbed on top of her - for the first time since they had got on the
Scrimmaging through the jungle of bodies at the Hash Express during the late evenings when the club was packed full with people; gentleman daddies and their little, always exhausted, Samir. The cold stinging odor of cigarette, the traveling smoke wafting through the air from the burning tobacco and cured paper was a bad mixture which made him queasy. The faces at the club, some strange and some familiar, were all too eager to find themselves something for the night, sure left him bored. He wondered how long he could keep up with the act, the human spirit never satisfied, always longing for something refreshing. It was like praying for rainfall in a desert, it might happen but there were no guarantees of change from the harsh reality. “Excuse me” he said, shoving through the small space between a little and bar side. She moved demurely but with an unusual swagger he had come to know for Littles. He returned his focus to her whom he had only given perfunctory notice in his
CHAPTER 2 He spanked her again with the same venom with which he had given the first two spanks. “Yes, daddy” she whimpered and sobbed tearfully as he spanked her the fourth and fifth time. “Be obedient and I will make you a happy little girl” he assured and wondered if he had not spoken too soon. She was dripping on her panties. Her pant absorbed the wetness and it stained the surface into a transparency. He put his fingers on it to confirm, pushing her pants aside and rubbing the slit. He pulled his fingers away and the slime of her cooch followed. “You nasty girl, does this make you feel good?” He said and spanked her the sixth time. Fast learner she was, for she was instantly regretful of her actions. “I'm so sorry, daddy,” she cried. “I didn't want to” “Now you have your juices on daddy's pants. What would I do with you?” He asked her, lifting her off his lap and holding her a few inches from himself. “What is good enough punishment for what you have done, Gina?”
Tyler moved closer to them and caressed her breast with one hand. Jessica reached for his belt quickly undoing his pants. Placing her hands around the back edges of them, she eased Tyler's pants to the floor releasing his harden penis. She placed her hand around it gently grasping and pulling it. She pulled his harden shaft to her lips and kissed the tip allowing her tongue to taste his flesh. Tyler cupped the back of her head pushing his penis deep in her mouth. Her tongue swirled and her cheeks caved as he trusted back and forth. He grunted with desire feeling acceleration beating in his limb. "Yeah baby... suck that cock...ahh yeah!" Tyler thrust deep in her throat causing Jessica to expel a gag reflex. She withdrew it for her mouth. Grabbing both arms, Tyler helped her to her feet. He spun her around and bent her over. He spread her legs opening them wide. He took his penis with his free hand and inserted it inside of her. He pushed deep within her as his balls beat against
Tyler stood in the doorway of the conference room shocked by the image his eyes held. Derrick turned and stood meeting his partner's gaze. Jessica slowly stood feeling her face slightly flushed. Tyler quietly closed the door behind him. "What's going on here," he asked looking back at the two of them. Jessica blushed as she looked back at Tyler. Derrick cleared his throat grinning as he looked at his partner. "I got lost and ran into Mr. Stark," Jessica started fixing her skirt. "We collided and I caused her to hit her head and knee," Derrick stated. "I was...helping..." "I'm sorry to hear that...my apologies miss. I am Tyler Mason, Derrick's partner," he introduced extending his hand. "It's a pleasure Mr. Mason. My name is Jessica Evens. I am a student at Long Beach University." "I see," Tyler said looking back at Derrick. "You're here with the other future editors, correct!?" "Yes, that's right." Derrick repositioned his glasses on his face feeling almost ambush
"Are you okay," Derrick asked sitting her up. She grabbed her head rubbing the aching spot. Derrick helped her to her feet and led her to the nearby chair. "Don't move! I'll be right back." She nodded her head slightly and he exited the door. He walked across the hall to the employee lounge and opened the cabinet door. He quickly grabbed a bag and filled it with ice. He returned to the room carrying the bag on ice. She was still seated in the same spot. Derrick handed her the bag. He watched her gently place it on her wavy blonde hair feeling a little uneasy. He walked to where another table stood in the corner and began fixing them a drink hoping to kill any pain. He handed her the glass and she gazed up at him. Her ocean grey eyes captured him. She took the glass lightly brushing his hand with her finger tips. His heart fluttered as he downed his drink. The strong bourbon slid down his throat burning as it touched the parched area. He grabbed the nearest seat and pulled it u
The doors to the elevator parted unveiling an endless window stretching from the ground floor to the top. Jessica and Cherry entered the elevator as directed astonished by the sight as they ascended. The scenery was a peaceful wonder stretching to the sea. The more elevated they became, the more the world shrunk around them. It was a glorious painting of different rays of lights and contrasts as Jessica peered out the window. It almost felt as if she had been flying. The journey to the floor was as entertaining as the classroom. Cherry continuously boasted about Mason & Stark Industries and how their work has changed many lives. Jessica smiled and pretended to listen as her friend's excitement escalated. They finally arrived to their destination and the doors parted open once again. As they excited the elevator doors, they were greeted by a thin, dark hair woman. She graciously led the group down the hall discussing her position and the company. As she spoke, Jessica realized she
"It was good. Nothing to really brag about but I would definitely bend her over a desk any time I need a stressful release." "Amazing," Derrick said without glancing from his paper. "You managed to seduce your secretary and gain new potential clientele all in one day. What's next!? A college intern?" Tyler let out a loud chuckle finding Derrick's astonishment humorous. The silence returned between the two of them. Tyler continued reading through the papers. He flipped the page and spotted a picture of them at the top. Tyler patted Derrick on his shoulder. "We made the paper this week," Tyler announced folding the pages down. Derrick leaned over to get a better look. "What is now the most exciting new company on the block, Mason & Stark Industries is making headlines across the nation. Tyler Mason and Derrick Stark are striking back against bankruptcy and saving many companies from dying out. At age 36, they are the youngest and the most eligible business men of the decade...
"Why not? He's...handsome. It would be perfect for you. Both of you will get laid and everyone will benefit with good grades and attitude adjustments." "He's in his forties. I'm only twenty." "So!" "Why don't you sleep with him if age doesn't bother you?" "Maybe I will. Beside, the older they are the more experienced and the better the sex is." Jessica shook her head half amused. The two became silent as Mr. Emerson’s gaze fell on them. He continued talking as the hour passed. It was a dull discussion apart from the little sarcastic remarks Cherry made. The discussion seemed endless as the time dragged on. Finally, he concluded his session as he handed out Mason & Stark Industries brochures to the class. "Oh my God," Cherry squealed excitedly. “I cannot believe we are actually going to meet Tyler and Derrick. They are sooo hot. What I wouldn't give to see the two of them naked. I bet they are hung....Oh that's right! You're not into older guys...Oh well. More for me."
"Can I have everyone's attention; please...We need to go over a few things before we get on our way. So, just bear with me a moment." Mr. Emerson stood at the front of the classroom looking over everyone as he spoke. Jessica watched him from the back of the room as he placed himself in front of the class delivering his notorious speech of rules and regulations. He looked identical to what the idle teacher persona you would read or see in magazines. At least to her, he always did. She had tried to picture him on a normal day off but found it difficult to imagine. He had been her advisor and instructor for almost two years and he generally looked the same every year. The door to classroom closed with a thundering noise causing every students heads to turn. It was Cherry. She always had a way with making an entrance. She was usually late for things and always the last person to arrive. "Ahh, Ms. Davis! How wonderful it is for you to grace us with your presence. Please, take a sea
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You come in here and think I'm just going to sign over my company," the older man yelled from across the table. "It's simple math, Mr. Bowden. Your company is in bankruptcy and we offer the only solution," Tyler said with a wave of his hand. Derrick lounged in his leather chair propping his forehead on his fingers. His dark hair was parted and shaped his long face as it hung loosely from his scalp. He looked at the old man and his son through his black, squared framed glasses. His hazel eyes watched and evaluated their clients as they sat fidgety in their seat. His legs were crossed raising his black pants leg. Feeling slightly annoyed, he loosed his silver and blue striped tie allowing it to hang on his black vest. Still uncomfortable, he reached for his collar and unbuttoned the top button of his light blue shirt. "Mr. Bowden," he started. "We are a very successful industry and we want nothing more than the best for your company.
Jessica quickened the motion as she began thrusting her hips forward. Her body turned warm and her breath felt husky as her sensation increased. Warm liquids rushed from her body. She moaned louder unable to contain the excitement as quick rushes of air expelled from her mouth. She moved the shaft more rapidly as the water beaded down her and the toy pulsated intensely. She pushed it as deep as she could, filling her entire canal with rotating pleasures. Suddenly, an explosion of intense sensation filled her lower body as met her climax. Her body convulsed sending rapid excitement throughout her. Her toes curled and her muscles contracted. She let out a satisfying grunt with each convulsion. Her heart quickened and she became limp, exhaustion setting in. Jessica returned the shower head to its place feeling the weight of her arms. The water slowed to a drip as she turned the knobs silencing the shower. She climbed out and patted herself dry convulsing silently as she touched her n