Mark leaned his elbows on his desk, lost in thought, studying a sheaf of papers bound together by a thick staple. The papers were a print-out of emails sent years ago between two other people, but the thoughts that Mark were lost in were about his daughter’s friend Kiara. Thoughts of how amazing a fuck she had been yesterday, and how sexy she looked, shooting him needy looks with his spunk dripping down her chin.
Mark shook his head and spun his chair around, to face the floor-to-ceiling window. He looked out at the rooftops below, the bay in the distance, the headlands beyond. He took in the view, trying to focus on his work. But the memory of Kiara’s face framed by red hair, green eyes wide open, breath coming in heavy pants, sheen of sweat across her cheeks, moaning in ecstasy, inches from his while he held her against the wall and fucked her… shit… what was he working on?
Mark’s desk phone rang. He jumped, then settled himself back down. “Get hold of yourself,” he muttered.
Through the phone’s speaker, the voice of the receptionist sounded out, “Mister Rubin, your two-twenty is here.”
“Uh, my…” Mark trailed off, checking his calendar. Two-twenty? Who schedules a meeting on the twenty? “I don’t have a two-twenty. Who is it?”
“I know, there’s nothing on your calendar. But they insisted, said they booked the meeting with you last minute.”
“Uhhhh,” Mark said, “What are their names?” He wracked his memory for any ideas, came up dry.
Mark heard some muffled chatter on the other end of the line, then the receptionist came back on, sounding the slightest touch weary, “They say they’re called Miss Park and… what was your name again, hun?”
Mark frowned, the name Park didn’t mean much to him.
The receptionist continued, “And Miss Gans.”
Gans? That sounded vaguely familiar… where?… oh shit, no way. Kiara Gans. It had to be, but it couldn’t be… What the hell?
“Mister Rubin, are you there?” the receptionist said.
“Oh, um, yes,” Mark stammered, “I forgot, yes, I do have an appointment with them, Miss Gans, and, uh, Miss… um,” he trailed off.
“Park.”
“Yes, Miss Park. It’s, we didn’t set it up, the, you know, calendar. Err, can you please show them to my office?”
Mark could hear the receptionist rolling her eyes at him, “Yes, Mister Rubin, we’ll be right there.”
He straightened his tie and brushed his shirt down, suddenly concerned about looking his sharpest. He’d overheard his daughter’s friends calling him the ‘hot dad’ and he felt strangely worried that any sloppiness would disappoint them.
Mark wondered why he felt this way, but then his door opened and the receptionist leaned in. A young woman entered his office, dressed in a smart business suit — charcoal gray fabric, jacket and a matching pencil skirt framing a white button-down blouse, dark tights down to high heels beneath. It was his daughter’s friend, Eve. She gave him a mischievous, lipsticked grin. “Hi, Liv’s dad,” she said.
Oh, Mark realized, Eve Park, of course. Why was she…?
Following her was Kiara, expression neutral, betraying nothing. She was dressed similarly, they had obviously coordinated outfits. Kiara had her red hair pinned back into a professional-style pony tail and looked the very image of a driven young intern. She turned to the receptionist and said, “Thank you, ma’am,” dismissing her.
Mark saw the receptionist roll her eyes this time, but she closed the door behind her.
Now alone in Mark’s office, Kiara let a grin spread across her face as she sat down in one of the guest chairs opposite his desk. Eve wandered over to the picture window, taking in the view. Mark watched Kiara watch him, thinking about what to say.
But Eve spoke first. “I’ve always wanted to see what it’s like to be in one of these office towers,” she said, “This is a pretty sweet view you’ve got. You must make these guys a bunch of money.”
“I guess,” Mark said, not breaking eye contact with Kiara.
“Sorry if we’re interrupting,” Eve continued, “Well, not sorry. I don’t really care.”
Kiara looked hesitant. “This was Eve’s idea, she said she wanted to talk to you.”
Eve continued, “What do you think of our suits? Are we ready for the office life? We borrowed them from Kiara’s sister, who’s some kind of executive or something.” Eve looked down at her legs, “The skirt’s a little constricting, though, it’ll be hard for me to get my legs as wide as you had Kiara’s yesterday.”
Kiara looked down, blushing, sheepish. “She made me tell.”
Eve walked over to Mark’s desk and leaned back, her butt against the desktop. “Oh, Liv’s dad, what am I going to do with you?” she said, “Fucking all my friends, leaving me dry.”
Mark shook his head. “This is … not right. I should never have done, well, any of this. I can’t have Olivia–”
Eve cut him off, “Oh, please. You give Adena and Kiara the fuck of the summer but have regrets now? I’m horny as them, but I’m supposed to go back to my limp-dick college boys who pop off before we’ve even gotten started?”
“Dani, too,” Kiara said, absently.
“But you’re–” Mark started.
Eve sat down on his lap, skirted ass pressing down on his crotch, legs to the side, shoulders turned so that her chest was towards him. Her shirt, already tight, now clung to her curves, accentuating her toned body and thin waist. “I’m what? Fucking hot?”
“My daughter’s friend.”
“Sucks for her.” Eve slid her skirt up and swung her leg over, so she was straddling Mark. “What do you think of my panties?”
Mark looked down. “You’re not…”
“Trick question,” Eve said, watching Mark’s expression. He locked eye contact with her, his cool slipping. “Hey Kiara,” Eve called, keeping her eyes on Mark.
“Yeah?” Kiara said.
“How good’s Liv’s dad with his tongue?”
“Wouldn’t know.”
“Oh oh,” Eve grinned, “You let him off easy.”
Mark furrowed his brow. “Was that a pun?”
Eve rolled her eyes. “You’re boring me. Grab my tits.”
Mark hesitated.
Eve ground her hips into Mark’s lap and licked her teeth, showing him her tongue.
Being honest with himself, Eve’s chest was infatuating, and he was struggling between what he wanted to do and what he knew he shouldn’t do… when Eve parted her lips and shot him a look that made his cock twitch. Mark’s willpower withered. He told himself he’d just oblige her, grope her, be done. He knew he wouldn’t be, but he reached out anyway, squeezing Eve’s breast through her shirt. It was a large, full breast. His mind was swirling.
“No,” Eve said, “Skin on skin.”
Mark found himself unbuttoning her blouse, sliding his hand under her shirt, under her bra, feeling the weight of her breast, pinching her nipple. Mark watched himself doing this as if through a window, dumbstruck with amazement.
“That’s better,” Eve said, looking triumphant.
The universe rushed back in, and Mark realized he was cupping her tit, letting it fill his palm, feeling its soft heat in his fingers. He was transfixed by her chest, moving his hand to her other breast, realizing they were even more perky and full than he’d first felt. Eve watched him, her hand rubbing the crotch of his pants, sliding back to play with her pussy, then back to Mark’s crotch.
Feeling his cock stiffening, Eve instructed, “Eat me out. Like I’m one of your secretaries. Right here, on your desk.”
Under her spell, Mark picked Eve up by her armpits, lifting her and setting her on his desk, her ass on his papers. He slid his hands down to her hips, then down to her thighs, pushing them wide, spreading her pussy in his face.
Mark looked up at her, and despite all her confidence, Eve looked slightly surprised that he was actually following through. But as quick as the look was there, it was gone, and Eve put a hand on his head, shoving his face down to her crotch.
Mark was obedient, and began licking, flicking his tongue lightly, teasing, testing, seeing how Eve would react, finding her tempo. Not surprisingly, she liked it strong and direct.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Eve moaned.
Mark watched as Eve’s eyes defocused, knowing he’d found a good spot.
Which is why he was so startled when his phone intercom buzzed.
Mark jumped and froze, the reality hitting him. Being in his office, at work, with the incongruity of eating out his daughter’s friend in this place. Context came flooding back in.
A man’s voice squawked from the phone, “Hey, Mark, you getting on the Blackhawk call? They’re waiting for you.”
“Aw shit,” Mark exclaimed, embarrassed, scrambling, panicking like some wet-behind-the-ears junior associate, “I’m joining right now.”
Kiara, who Mark had nearly forgotten was there, had been watching quietly from her spot on the guest chair as all this unfolded. Now she started laughing.
Mark tore a sticky note off his laptop and reached around Eve to grab the phone. She wore an amused look on her face, sitting up to watch. As he joined the call, introduced himself, and apologized for being late, Eve made a show of picking up a pen. She arched her back, pushing her chest out, bra visible beneath the partially unbuttoned shirt, and posed. “You can draw all over me.”
Mark tried concentrating on listening. But the girls had other plans. Kiara got up and came around the desk, leaning over, placing her lips next to Mark’s free ear. Voice low and silky and teasing, she said, “You’re a very busy man, Mister Rubin, I think you’re going to have to call them back later.” Her lips were soft and brushed against him.
Mark ignored her, or tried to, at least. Into the phone he said, “No, they’ve come up with a good point–”
Eve giggled, “That’s not all that’s come up.”
“–and I think we’re going to add that to the list,” Mark finished.
Kiara spun his chair so he was facing her, then she knelt down, and from between his legs, looked into his eyes and licked her lips.
Mark coughed to disguise what would otherwise have been a whimper. “Yeah, no more than 15 minutes,” he said.
“Oh, I think we can do better than that…” Eve giggled.
“In a few months,” Mark said into the phone, eyes wide as Kiara unzipped his pants.
He gasped as her soft fingers wrapped around his cock, pulling it free, stroking it hard.
“Shit, he’s fucking huge,” Eve said.
Kiara looked up to give Eve a greedy smile. “Oh, I know.”
“Uhhh…” Mark trailed off, “Um, oh, yeah, yes.”
Mark saw Kiara’s green eyes sparkling as she grinned at him, bringing her lips down around the head of his cock, tongue running over and around the tip. This time he actually whimpered.
Eve giggled. “I hope we’re not making it too hard,” she paused, unclasping her bra, sliding it out from under the shirt. “To pay attention, I mean.”
“Mmmhmm,” Mark said. He slid forward in his chair, reflexively giving Kiara a better angle, making it easier for her to take him deeper into her mouth. “Um, sorry, can you repeat that last part?” he said into his phone.
Eve pulled her shirt open, showing Mark the full glory of her chest, perky and full. She pinched her nipples and pushed against her breasts, making them bounce. “Not bad, right?” she asked.
“Uh, I think so, yes,” Mark said, still holding the phone to his ear.
Mark looked down, saw Kiara’s red hair between his knees, her head bouncing up and down on his cock. Then back up, at Eve on his desk, her large rack mesmerizing him. Eve grinned mischievously, slid her hand up between her legs and rubbed herself, moaning sensually.
Then Eve held her fingers up. They were slick and wet, a string of sticky fluid stretching between them. She slid them into Mark’s mouth. He licked them clean, tasting again her pussy, a needy expression across his face.
“Err, sorry,” he said into the phone, “I think you broke up, I missed what you were saying there.”
Eve’s grin widened.
“Yeah, you know, they’re always cutting in and out, I don’t know why,” Mark was saying.
Eve’s fingers had returned to her crotch, and she was putting on a show, masturbating leisurely, her pace slowly building. Kiara pulled her mouth off his cock, her hand taking over getting him off.
Mark managed to find himself again in the phone call and said, “That’s out of the scope of the complaint, we’ll need to explore options–” Kiara’s grip was surprisingly strong. Mark desperately studied the ceiling, “Yeah, um, there’s several options, but I think we’ll need a–” Shaft squeezed tight, she ran her thumb over his sensitive underside of the tip of his cock. Mark whimpered “–a, uh, different meeting, for the, uh, options, to, um, discuss.” Mark’s face was flush with a sweaty sheen.
“No, everything’s fine,” Mark said into the phone, blushing.
“More than fine,” Kiara said, using her other hand to squeeze Mark’s balls. A drop of precum beaded up on the tip of his cock. She leaned forward to lick it clean, and Mark drew a sharp breath.
“Oh fuck,” Mark exclaimed, then added hastily, “Err, that’s terrible, please continue.”
Mark glanced back at Eve and went wide-eyed. She had three permanent markers from his desk up inside her, and was in the midst of pushing in another. She gave him an innocent look, and asked, “Did you need your pens back?”
“Listen, sorry,” Mark said, “I know we still have time left, but I’ve got something urgent that just came up. I need to handle it. Let’s reschedule, err, any time, whatever. Yeah, no, bye.”
Eve took the phone from his hand, and Mark leaned back, sliding down again, giving Kiara an even better angle. Mark’s eyes rolled back in his head as he let himself sink into Kiara’s stroking.
“He looks ready for me,” Eve said.
Kiara swung Mark’s cock side to side, watching it spring back. “Who says it’s yours?”
“Kiara, you whore,” Eve said, “Give me the cock. It’s my turn.”
Kiara made a sad look, but backed away.
Mark stood up and looked down at Eve fingering herself on his desk. He pushed her onto her back and grabbed his pens from her pussy, flinging them to the ground. He grabbed behind her knees, pushing her legs wide, this time using his leverage to pin them to her sides.
They made eye contact. Mark gave her a fierce look, and Eve shot it right back at him. He shoved his cock in her.
“Holy fuck,” Eve moaned, eyes going wide. He pushed his shaft into her deeper and deeper. “I thought she was exaggerating,” she said.
Leaning over her, Mark pounded his cock down into her pussy, her lips stretched wide to fit his dick’s girth. Kiara came up beside Mark, watching her friend rendered subdued by Mark’s relentless fucking. Eve’s gaze never left Mark. Grunts and gasps hissed through her clenched teeth, a look of delirious need across her face.
Eve fucking loved it. She was finally getting fucked hard. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her moaning devolved into an urgent, continuous groan. Her control overwhelmed, her body shook as she ascended into a steady orgasm, one which built and built with each of Mark’s thrusts, the vulnerable position too imperative to pull away from.
“Holy fuck,” Eve repeated, panting as Mark pulled out, “I can’t believe that worked.”
“He’s still hard…” Kiara said, looking up from Mark’s cock, seeing the look on his face, the look he was giving her. Her eyes widened in realization.
Mark grabbed her shoulders, taking her jacket off, bending her over the desk, laying her down, face against Eve’s chest. Kiara’s butt was in the air, and Mark had hiked her skirt up and was smacking her ass, tugging on her panties. She looked up at Eve. Eve was looking back at her. “Slut,” Eve said.
Kiara opened her mouth to respond, but whimpered instead.
Mark had guided his cock into her. He grabbed her hips, shoving the entire length of his erection inside her. He watched her pussy stretch to accommodate his girth, feeling her tight, wet heat spasm around his cock, deep inside her.
“More…” Kiara plead.
Mark penetrated her again, the petite girl making his cock rock hard. And again, she whimpered, dominated by Mark’s fucking. He pushed his thumb against her asshole, watching her squirm, teasing her even while fucking her. Then he slid his thumb in, and she writhed, her hands clenching Eve’s arms tightly.
Eve looked distantly amused by what was happening on top of her, her friend getting her pussy pounded into oblivion. She regarded Kiara, saw Kiara’s eyes rolled back in a trembling, moaning trance, and said, “I think your dick’s giving her a religious experience.”
Mark reached down, slid out a desk drawer, and propped his leg up on it, kicking files out of the way. The position gave him a better angle, an angle to drive his cock into Kiara even deeper, harder.
Kiara noticed. Under Mark’s powerful thrusts, she went rigid, arching her back. Her eyes were wide open but unfocused, her jaw hanging slack. Mark’s fucking was relentless, the pace merciless. Her legs quivered, and still he fucked her. Until finally, pressing her down onto Eve, Mark groaned, his balls tensed, and his hips bucked. He came hard, filling Kiara with his load, feeling her pussy milk his cock.
“Holy fuck,” Eve said as Mark, spent, exhausted, collapsed backwards into his chair.
Kiara looked up at Eve, panting, astonishment on her face. “I’ve never…” she began.
Eve didn’t care, cut her off, “Get off me.”
Kiara made to stand, but her knees gave out. Mark saw, and caught her before she hit the ground, setting her down on his lap. Kiara looked at him, and he at her. Both were sapped from the sex, and it was a strangely tender moment.
Eve was pulling her clothes back to their right places when the intercom squawked again. “Hey, Mark–”
She pushed the button, cutting off the speaker, and said, “Yeah, he’s going to need a moment,” then hung up. She turned to Mark, saw that he and Kiara were still looking at each other, and rolled her eyes. “And you two are definitely having a moment.”
They ignored her, so she said, “Kiara, hello, it’s Liv’s dad, he’s not going to date you, let’s get going.”
“Ok,” Kiara said softly, rising up, fixing her own clothes as best she could. “You’re right.”
“Of course I’m right,” Eve said, “Now, we’re leaving.” She guided Kiara to the door.
“Bye, ladies,” Mark said, trying to act casual, “Thanks for stopping by.”
Eve tugged Kiara’s arm, leading her away as Kiara was saying, “I think he’s sweet.”
Mark sat back down, looked at his desk, saw all his papers, laptop, phone all askew, and sighed.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/i7e6ps/finally_summer_break_part_4_aka_addicted_to_his