CHAPTER EIGHT
Tammy
It was the most humiliating day of my life. To be caught literally with my panties down as I stroked myself, by Mr. CEO himself. Oh my god, I squirmed inside, my body heating up at the shame and embarrassment. And to add insult to injury, Nick Martin was hands-down gorgeous, handsome, athletic, with a physique to die for, my cunny growing wet as I stared at him.
Because I did a lot of staring. Even though I was totally disgraced, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him every now and then, the big man looming in my office, immaculately dressed, in total control of the situation. And I saw his hard-on, the huge tent at his crotch, his cock straining against the light wool fabric. How could I miss it after all? It was protruding like the Empire State Building and a naughty little voice in my head whispered, For me? For me, Tammy Jones?
But I scolded myself, mentally berating the hope within. Geez Louise, the little voice went, get a grip! The CEO of Luxor just caught you (1) feeling yourself up in the bathroom, (2) looking at porn on your work computer, and (3) with a drawer full of sex toys. Ever heard of three strikes you’re out? Well, girlie, you just used up your three strikes.
Except evidently this wasn’t the three strikes game. Instead, I was a cat with nine lives and it wasn’t clear I’d used up even one life. Because instead of kicking me to the curb, ordering security to escort me out of the building, the big man was still talking, curiously casual and relaxed in the chair despite his massive hard-on.
“Sure, I can help you with stress,” his tone of voice casual, blue eyes gleaming wickedly, “but I need you to help me with something first.”
I sat up straight in my chair.
“Anything,” I babbled, “Just give me a chance and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
The man chuckled at that.
“Baby, you’re going to find my request a little unprofessional but I guess you’re used to that right?” he smirked. I wanted to slap him right then, slap that smirk right off that sensuous, chiseled mouth, but stopped myself and forced myself to look grateful instead, pasting a smile on my face.
“Yes,” I promised. “I’ll do anything.”
And the man just grinned at me lazily, like a cat playing with a mouse.
“Show me your pussy,” he drawled. “I want to see that pussy one more time today before I get back to work.”
My jaw dropped.
“Wha-what?” I stuttered. I’d thought we were done with the unprofessional, the naughty acts that had already landed me in hot water, but evidently not.
“You heard me,” he growled. “Put your legs up on the desk and show me that pretty cunt,” he commanded, brows lowering ominously. “I know you don’t have your underwear, it’s in my pocket now,” he smirked. “But I want to see that pink kitty one last time before getting back to work.”
And I stared at Nick still, my breathing fast, before slowly pushing back my chair and lifting my stilettos to rest them on the desk. Oh god, why had I worn fuck-me heels today? Oh god, it’d been the wrong day and I swallowed heavily.
“Like … like this?” I trembled.
The man stared at me hard.
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent,” he threatened, his voice a low rasp. “I know that slutty cunt wants to come out, so do it,” he hissed. By now, the big man had pulled his dick out and was stroking it slowly, the tip glistening, a bead of white forming at the top.
I gasped at his nasty words, so dirty yet turning me on. And true to form, my cunt was running wetly already, the moistness unmistakable between my thighs. So slowly, oh so slowly, I obeyed. I pulled my skirt up, hitching it over my thighs and began spreading my legs, more and more creamy white thigh coming into view.
“That’s it,” rasped Nick, his eyes never leaving the widening vee, gazing at it hungrily, his hand a blur on his dick now. “Keep going.”
And slowly, I parted my legs, opening myself up until my pink pussy was on display once more with the man’s heated gaze sliding over my folds, making me moisten even more, a sweet drip of nectar collecting at my hole before running down into my crack.
“Oh!” I cried softly, never taking my eyes from his. “Oh!”
But the man hadn’t had enough yet.
“Show me your clit,” he growled, eyes glued to my twat.
And my hands slipped between my thighs to obey. With one finger on each side of my labia, I pulled my nether lips apart until he could see straight up my inner channel, the pink walls pulsing, wet and delicious under his gaze. Shamefully, my clit was positively vibrating with pleasure, hard and alert, standing up between my folds, I was so turned on.
“Play with yourself,” he ground out, running his hand up and down his shaft as he stared at my secret space.
And as if in a trance, I obeyed. I circled a finger around my clit, lightly rubbing it, making myself moan as tingles ran from my cunt throughout my insides, my pussy gushing wetly at the sensation. And teasingly, I dropped another finger into my hole, inserting it into the soft flesh, working it into my vaginal opening all the while moaning with pleasure, my head lolling on my shoulders.
“Oh Nick,” I sighed, never taking my eyes from his big form. “Oh gawd.”
And we stroked ourselves in rhythm, me frigging my little puss, the big man running his hand up and down his dick. It was amazing, we were in concert with one another, making each other feel good without actually touching, our minds attuned, our bodies in sync. And it was so sensuous, so dirty, that I began to come, a tidal wave cresting in my pussy, dragging me under with rolling waves of pleasure, making my cunny shake and clamp as I screamed.
And the big man wasn’t immune either. But instead of coming wetly in his hand, he leaped over to my side of the desk and pointed his dick at my naked cunt, spurting heavy reams of white all over my pussy, lash after lash of hot juice hitting my clit, my hole, spattering my thighs and dripping all over my butt. I shrieked even louder, the dirtiness overwhelming me. I’ve dreamed nasty dreams, seen a lot of depraved acts on the internet, but never had I actually done anything with a man, had a strange man spray his semen onto my cunt.
And I loved it, I loved every second of it, feeling that hot jism hit me again and again, drenching me in his sticky juices. The semen was a creamy white, running between my thighs, splashing me everywhere, making me gasp and moan with lust, thrashing under the fire hose of his spray, my cunt spasming to draw it up inside me.
And after Nick finished, he shook his dick off a little, further spattering me, the droplets hitting me everywhere but I didn’t care. At this point, he could have creamed on my face and I would have gladly licked my lips and asked for more.
And the big man knew it. He could tell that I was basically his sex slave at this point, my body in thrall to him, a panting, heaving, trembling mess. Chuckling deeply in his throat, the billionaire watched hungrily as I massaged the sweet jism into my folds, pushed it up my hole and into my sweet cunt.
“That’s right,” he growled, his eyes on fire even as he tucked his dick back into his trousers, zipping up and looking perfectly groomed in an instant, not a hair out of place. “I’ve marked your pretty little pussy and you’re going to go around all day with my semen on your skin,” he rasped, eyes ravenous, gazing at my lush form sprawled in the chair. “You’re mine now.”
And without a backwards glance, he turned on his heel and strode out, leaving me gasping, panting, oh-so-turned on … and desperate for more.