CHAPTER TEN
Nick
The little girl was unbelievable, so wicked and nasty, and so, so delicious. I loved the way she looked, sprawled on my couch, nude except for a pair of fuck me heels in the most ridiculous, flirtatious purple color. Who the fuck wore purple high heels other than strippers and escorts?
But Tammy gave new meaning to the phrase “Fuck me.” Even now, breathing heavily, her flanks covered in a slight sheen of sweat, all I wanted to do was to fuck my dick into her, make that curvy body take every freakin’ inch of my pole until she was screaming, creaming hard while feeling me ram all the way to her cervix, my dick shooting all the way into her uterus if I had my way.
Because that’s my thing. I’m what you’d call a dirty old man, I’m forty-five and I love the young ones, the ones who look virginal and sweet, who aren’t a day over twenty. And Tammy fit the bill exactly. I’d looked her up in the company database late last night and sure enough her stats popped onto the screen. Year of birth? 1998. Holy shit, the girl was eighteen, just my style.
But the best thing about the young, innocent-looking ones is that they’re not innocent at all. Fuck no. The ones who look like angels are usually the dirtiest sluts, the one who’ll fuck you this way and that, let you do anything to their bodies, and Tammy was turning out to be no exception.
Yesterday, witnessing her little masturbation scene in the women’s restroom? Fuck yeah. Seeing her filthy fantasy on her work computer? Fuck yeah. And the drawer full of sex toys? FUCK YEAH. In fact, one of the reasons why I’d moved her to headquarters was because I had every intention of trying out all those sex toys on her beautiful body … one at a time, making her cream and gasp with pleasure.
And we’d gotten off to a rarin’ start. The little girl was panting still, face down on my couch, her generous ass in the air as she struggled to recover from her orgasm. The panties I’d used were crumpled in my hand still and I brought them to my nose for one last sniff before dropping them in my desk drawer. Hell yeah. If I had some dull conference call or some stupid long email to write, I’d just whip that baby out and wrap it around my dick, massage myself to heaven and no one’d know for the better.
And the office was filled with her sex smell still, the female musk rolling off her curvy form in waves. What I wouldn’t give to bottle that scent, have it follow me around in a cloud like a heady spice.
But fuck, I hadn’t come yet and my dick was still dripping like a faucet, had been for the last ten minutes as I worked the little girl to her climax.
“Tammy,” I ground out, “come here.”
She looked up from the couch, breathing heavily, her eyes wide, dazed, as if she’d never experienced such pleasure.
“Come here,” I ground out harshly. “I’m not going to say it again.”
And the little girl obeyed, but not the way I’d expected. Instead of getting to her feet and wobbling over on unsteady legs, instead she got on her hands and knees and slowly crawled over to where I sat at my desk. Fuck, the sight was fantastic. Her curvy body, slightly flushed, her pale skin covered with a sheen of sweat. Those big boobs, swaying this way and that as she crawled, that huge ass bumping in the air with every movement. I was ready to cream immediately.
And as if in a trance, the brunette came to a stop before me, right between my parted legs.
“Yes Mr. Martin,” she breathed, her eyes mesmerized by my dick, mere inches from her face. The tip was running wetly, oozing down my length to soak my balls, my sperm copious and dripping.
“Lick it,” I ground out.
And the little girl obeyed. Her pink tongue flickered out and sampled the head of my shaft, lightly tasting the sperm there, caressing my glans. Oh fuck it felt good and I almost ejaculated right then, my balls were so high and tight with repressed need. But I had more in mind for the little girl.
“Suck it,” I commanded her again.
And this time the little girl took my shaft in a small hand and delicately placed her pink lips around the tip of my dick, pursing that perfect cupid’s bow, her tongue massaging my tip as her lips applied suction. Fuck, she was wearing some shade of pink lipstick, was that shit going to rub off on my dick? If so, it was going to be the best souvenir ever, I might not wash my dick for a while.
But I didn’t have a chance to figure it out because like a hungry baby, the girl began to lick my cock everywhere, tracing that delicate pink tongue up the pulsing vein on the bottom, flattening her tongue and taking deep, long strokes against my shaft, stretching the skin on the top of my penis tight and burrowing her tongue in my slit. And fuck if I my fuckpole didn’t start dripping even more, a literal faucet now, the jism running down my shaft like a fountain.
“Fuck you’re good,” I breathed, my chest heaving, abs painfully tight as the girl worked me. “The innocent looking ones always give the best head.”
And the girl looked up at me from her knees, smiling slyly.
“Is that so Mr. Martin? Am I so innocent?” she cooed.
And I threw my head back and laughed.
“You’re such a whore and you know it,” I ground out. “You fuck yourselves with sex toys at work, you watch porny videos on your work computer, and look at you now. Blowing your boss on your knees without a stitch of clothing on.”
And the girl just smiled demurely at me, her pink lips sucking my cock still, wiggling her ass in reply. Oh fuck, it was so good that my hips shifted involuntarily, the tickles of her tongue, the incredible suction of her cheeks so strong, so powerful that I was ready to come in record-breaking time.
And the girl worked it like a pro. Her cheeks hollowed as she suckled, her little hand going down to squeeze my balls slightly, massage them before wandering further still and stroking my perineum, that sensitive spot between my balls and ass.
My eyes flew open.
“Careful there,” I growled. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
But the girl merely smiled around my penis again and let her fingers stroke backwards all the way to my asshole. With a grunt and a heave, her finger penetrated my back hole, that little digit working its way into my anus.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I gasped. “What the fuck are you doing?”
But the girl didn’t let up, instead moving her finger in and out, then in circles before slipping a second finger in as if stretching me out, scissoring her digits to loosen my anal walls. All this time I was groaning in my desk chair, my big body tilted backwards to give her better access, my butt at the edge of the chair, pants down around my ankles as she sucked my dick and massaged my prostate.
“Fuck you are an expert aren’t you?” I groaned, dark streaks slashed across my cheeks, chest and abs tight. “Fuck, what a butt slut.”
And the girl merely smiled at me coyly again, her mouth stuffed full with dick, increasing the pressure of her fingers, sucking harder and harder, mixing her strokes with incredible mewling sounds, as if she couldn’t get enough of my dick.
My balls rose, tightened and I felt the beginning of a geyser erupting deep inside. But before it spurted, I changed course. I roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head off my cock, the brunette choking and coughing at the surprise, hacking a bit as my penis reappeared from between her lips, slickly wet from a mixture of saliva and cum. Her fingers were still buried in my butt and it was enough to send me off. Like a fucking fountain, I erupted, coating her face in a sticky mixture of jism, my sperm erupting in stream after stream of hot white, spurting into her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth, dripping down to the tops of her breasts.
And like a whore, the girl opened her mouth, holding her tongue out to catch as much as possible, smacking her lips like a dirty slut, almost as if she were bobbing for apples, going in again and again for the good stuff. It was so fucking nasty, so fucking wrong that my orgasm went on for twice as long as usual, unloading every single sperm onto her face and chest, the brunette lapping it up like it was ambrosia, the best stuff on Earth.
Meanwhile, her finger hadn’t stopped its stroking in my ass. She kept massaging my male g-spot, prolonging the sensation, making my big body writhe and twist in the chair until finally I was utterly spent, every drop drained dry, milked until the tanks were empty. Only then did the brunette pull back, slowly wiping her lips with one hand, blearily blinking through the mess of cum coating her lashes as she popped her finger out of my ass.
I expected her to do something dirty sure, like rub that finger on her tits, maybe massage her pussy a little. But she was a winner and instead held it up to her lips, sampling my musky ass taste before sucking it, eyes closing as she enjoyed the taste of a man’s butt.
“Mmm,” she moaned, incoherent with lust. “Fuck, man meat is good,” she winked at me coyly.
And just like that, I was diamond-hard again, ready to take, to fuck, to mark this girl all over again.