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Chapter 2 – Work’s for the Both of Us
The second time I saw Erin, it was just as I had planned. Every day I’d look ahead to see if she was still at the same spot I left her. And every day, regardless of how sunny or cloudy it was, she was there. Waiting for me. And every day, I wouldn’t come. I had to keep her wanting, whether she knew it or not. Until the fifth day, then I made my move.
“Hey, mind if I grab a seat?” She sat with her lunch at her side, eyes closed behind sunglasses, sunning. Her blonde hair let loose, her tight little body in a business skirt suit, but still looking like a little girl playing dress-up. With her leaning back, I could see the black lace of her bra through the stretching buttons at the front of her blouse. I glanced at her naked knees and what I could see of her thighs, knowing soon I’d know everything else.
“No! Not at all! How have you been?” She sat up and pushed her sunglasses up top of her head. She straightened out her skirt, straightened her back, which lifted her firm C-cups up in the front. At that age, who needs bras?
“I’ve been better. Been a pretty rough week in general. Barely even made it out for lunch that much. How about you? Haven’t seen you around much.”
“Oh, I’ve been busy, too.” Total lie. She’s a summer intern, what could she be up to? Oh, I know, somewhere in the back of her mind, thinking of me. “I haven’t had much time for lunch these days either.” Bullshit. I saw you here every day.
“How’s Tanya been?”
“Oh, God. I don’t even want to…” She blushed a bit, and turned away, looking at her red-polished toes through her peep-through shoes. How cute.
“Why, what’s wrong? She been on your case lately?” In fact, I knew Tanya was on Erin’s case. Tanya’s nice enough to look at, but she calculates every move and doesn’t care (or doesn’t know) who sees it and who doesn’t. It’s in her nature to self-promote and one-up. Such a grudge-fuck waiting to happen. “Let me guess. She’ll send you an email ‘just checking in’ as to when Project A will be done. Then five minutes she’ll send an email to the team saying that Project A, which would have been done by now, is delayed, through ‘unforeseen circumstances.'”
“And those ‘unforeseen circumstances’ are me.” Erin’s lip quivered, almost on the verge of tears.
“Hey, hold on there.” And scooted closer to her and put an arm around her. She put her forehead to my shoulder and let out a quick sigh. “Look, it’s just the way things are. It’s just the way things are with corporate life, with Tanyas out there. It’s just a way with folks like her, all uptight and bunched up. Folks like Tanya, well, they just need to loosen up…”
“Yeah, just get laid already.” She froze for a second. “Oops! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that at all! I…”
I laughed. “Don’t worry. You know, because it’s true.” She laughed a little, too, and I gave her shoulder a squeeze.
“Hey, thanks for talking to me about these things.”
“No worries. I know how it is. It gets lonely being the new guy, being young, and, well, temporary. Don’t take it personally.” I took a good look at her again. Not just to size her up–I knew what I was dealing with–but to let her know that I canlı bahis was looking at her, really looking at her.
“Hey, it’s almost closing time. Want to grab a quick drink or a bite to eat? My treat.”
“Sure, no, that sounds great! Let me grab my stuff.”
I took her arm as she rose. “Hey, just leave it for now. We’ll come back and grab our stuff later. Anyways, if we’re sneaking off early, we can’t let people see us. Best to just come back when everything’s clear.” And things better be clear when we got back.
* * *
I picked a dark, below-ground after-work bar, crowded enough where we’d have to sit close to talk. I ordered a Bud bottle; she ordered the same. (My kind of girl.) We shot the shit, I asked about her life: family (stay at home mom, dad who works too much), siblings (older brother still in college), friends (mostly girls, mostly out of state from school). School and classes: “love econ, but hate the math.” Favorite vacation: “south coast of Spain.” Whether she liked the beach: “Oh, God, yes. I could sit in the sun forever.” The last time she was there: “Last week. “What she liked to drink: “I just like sucking on a Bud bottle, something straight and simple, like this.”
We were in real close, at the back of the bar. Hunched over, our faces inches away, our hands cradling our bottles, also just inches apart. I’d point a finger out when talking, tap her bottle, lightly brush her fingers. She’d cross and uncross her legs, brushing mine. I’d stare into her eyes when she spoke. She’d stare into mine. After her three, and my four, we had a decent little buzz on, and the sun started slanting in, low to the sky.
“Can I tell you a secret? Are we like that now?”
“Sure. What’s up?”
I leaned in, and she turned her ear to me. “You are so fucking gorgeous. Do you know that?” She started, a bit shocked. And then I stood up, came a little bit around the table to her, put my hand under her chin, and kissed her. She kissed me back. And we kept at it. In the back of a dark, noisy bar, no one paying attention to no one, we had our moment. I put a hand on her knee and at the back of her neck. She put her hands on mine. We parted briefly to breathe, and she let out a husky, “Uhm, so…”
“No need. Let’s bag this joint.” She nodded, and I put my arm around her and escorted her out the door.
We couldn’t keep our hands off each other as we shuffled back to work. Though we should have. Anyone at work could have seen us. We were reckless, but that was the moment.
We tumbled into my office, and I slammed the door shut and threw the lock. Erin was already up on my desk, unbuttoning her blouse, her skirt hiking up her thighs. I knelt before her, kissing her delicious thighs, working my way down to her knees, and back up past her rising hemline. I reached back and unzipped her skirt, and she pushed me away to shimmy herself out. I started undressing, and she hopped off the desk and onto her knees this time. As I worked on my shirt, she went for my pants, and popped my hard cock out when she ripped down my boxers. She smiled and gasped as I bounced up and down and without much thought gripped it in a fist and drew my head into her mouth.
Holy fuck. A cute, blonde, nineteen bahis siteleri year old girl blowing my cock, working my shaft with her fist. I pulled off her bra, and reached down to massage those glorious tits. Her head forward and back, as she slobbered all over me, pausing to shove what she could take past the back of her tongue. Gagging for show, she took a breath, and resumed her pumping of my cock.
Who knew that this bubbly little teen, the go-getter intern from marketing, would be such a cock whore? I did. And here we were, exactly as I expected, with her shucked out of her clothes, and me about to throw her over a chair and fuck her.
I felt my balls tense as this scene before me urged me to blow my load down her throat. But I resisted. This is our first, it could be our last, and I want that pussy. So I picked her up by her elbows, spun her around, and pushed her over to the guest chair in my office. She bent over and looked back at me, a bit scared, but still assuming the position. I approached her, but she then suddenly shifted a bit to the side. “Fuck, I need you. Come here.”
“Uhm, do you have a condom?”
“Shit. No. Fuck. I’ll run out.”
“Oh, no. Fuck it. I’m not on the pill.”
“Hey, no, if you’re not comfortable, we can hold off.” Shit.
“No, no. I want to. I really do. I mean, the timing should be good. And, you’re clean, right? I really don’t do this much, I mean, the last time I got laid…?” The whole time, she was reaching back behind me, pulling on my cock. “Oh, fuck it.” She turned around, shoved me in her mouth, got me wet, spun, and pulled my head into her pussy. “God, I so want you to fuck me and cum inside of me.”
“Funny how I feel the same.” And with that I was in. A gasp, a grunt, and I was smoothly pushing into her hole. “Oh,” she moaned, “oh, God, that feels fucking incredible. Oh, fuck, you feel amazing.”
“Fuck, God, you’re so hot. You’re pussy is so fucking hot.” Her pussy dripped as my honey-coated dick screwed in and out of her. And thus we repeated over and over and over.
“Oh, shit,” she mumbled, as she reached back and spread her lips with two fingers, brushing up against my cock as I fucked her. Her knees rested on the seat of the chair, and her free hand supported her up against the back. I reach up and grabbed a handful of hair and gently pulled her head back. I then wrapped a hand around the base of her throat and softly squeezed. With that, I picked up the pace, and turned a slow gyrating into a full-on pounding.
She gurgled and moaned as my groin slammed into her ass. This hot piece of ass underneath me, this cute little teen, taking my full cock, and loving every second. I couldn’t last much longer. “You’re making me cum, oh, fuck,” and I felt her fingers flurry over her clit as her hamstrings tensed up and she pushed back against me.
“Can you feel my cum in your pussy? Can you feel how good you make my cock feel? Oh, you fucking hot piece of ass, you fucking horny bitch. You want my cum, don’t you?”
“Oh, God, oh fuck, oh yes, I love you cumming for me, cumming inside my pussy. Oh, fuck, oh, God, I can’t take it. I’m cumming again…!”
Her cum spasmed around my cock, bahis şirketleri throwing me over the edge, and I blasted my spunk inside of her, our spasms in harmony as I tried to push my cock up through her throat and she tried to pull my cock deep inside her belly.
“Fuck, you’re going to have my baby, you fucking want my baby, don’t you? Don’t you?” And I kept slamming into her as deep as I could, pushing my seed as far into as I could.
“Yes, yes, give me your sperm. Give me your babies. You’re so fucking hot, I’ll have your fucking babies. Give them to me, fuck me!”
And then she collapsed underneath me, and I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her like this was our last embrace as the world fell apart around us. Gasping for air, our sweat, spit, and juices mixing together, I pressed my cock to keep it inside of her. We waiting, resting, savoring.
“Fuck, that was so hot. Do you do this for all the girl interns here?”
I palmed one of her gorgeous tits. “Really? Me? Not at all. Just you. God, yes, fucking, yes, just you. You already make me fucking crazy.”
“Shut up. You’re such a liar.”
“Oh, you’ll see.” And spooning her I nuzzled her neck, kissing every inch of skin within reach of my lips.
“Sorry about all that crazy baby stuff. You must think I’m totally nuts. I’ll probably grab a morning after pill or something…”
“Hey, no, that was my fault. Goddamn it, you’re so fucking hot. It’s just nature. It’s how we’re built. But, really, do you really think there’s a risk here? That was pretty stupid, I have to say, on my part.”
“I’m pretty sure we should be fine. I’m stupid, too. I should never let anyone cum inside of me like that. But I just love it so much. And the thought of having your babies, God, that fucking turns me on. Fuck, I’m fucking crazy.”
“No. You’re not. You’re fucking beautiful.”
* * *
And that’s how it started. And that’s how it’s been going on for the past few weeks, except now she’s on the pill. I can not get enough of her; she can’t get enough of me. We’ll text each other at meetings:
Erin: of course not!
me: my cock is so hard right now.
Erin: better be i have my hand between my legs this mtg is soooo boring
me: i should be between your legs
Erin: yes yes yes eys
me: you should take a bathroom break. i’ll wait for you.
Erin: ok give me five
Erin: im hungry i want yr cum in my belly
me: i can accommodate that.
Erin: u better see u in four
* * *
Erin: i just looked down and ur cum is between my tits
me: you didn’t get it all in your mouth?
Erin: too much it dribbled out before i cd swallow
me: leave it there.
Erin: its sliding down my belly
me: fuck, i have more where that came from.
Erin: good whens ur next mtg done
me: should be done by 2 p.m.
me: stairwell behind the elevators.
Erin: in my mouth again
Erin: no mouth
me: pussy then you push it out and i’ll feed it into your mouth.
Erin: fuck i want u now
* * *
What more needs to be said? And that’s exactly how it happened. My own personal teenage cum slut, with her own personal fuck toy. I think it works out well for the both of us.
It definitely worked to get my mind off of any perverse thoughts of my other gorgeous 18-year old…. My daughter, Brooke.
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