I woke up in the middle of the night to the pressure of her climbing over me. I half expected to find my dick in her, but she didn’t do that. She was just lying on top of me with her ear against my chest. My hands moved over to her lower back and she sat up with a start.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I just…”
I turned her head and pressed her ear back to my chest, holding her to me and stopping her from climbing off of me, “It’s okay,” I said sleepily.
She breathed in tune to my heart and I embraced the warmth of her over me, “I don’t understand…,” I started as she lifted her head and looked me in the eyes.
“Do you not want me?” She asked, her lips were pouty as she rubbed her hands along my chest and up over my shoulders.
“I do. I just don’t understand why you want me,” I said.
She smiled slightly, her lips lingered above mine as she spoke, “You’re an attractive, kind, moral, and strong man. You’re a catch in every sense. You saw my ex, I think I deserve better than him, and you are leaps and bounds above,” her lips brushed against mine and I closed my eyes, accepting her kiss. “Now, do you want me, Elliot?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Prove it,” she whispered.
I kissed her and pulled her over onto her back, “Are you sure you want me to?” I asked.
She nodded and I kissed her again. The softness of her skin under my lips as I made my way down her neck and chest drew me into her. The faint scent of roses lingered on her skin. I closed my lips beside her belly button and moved lower on her body.
Her moans filled my ears as my fingers spread her pussy and my lips closed over her clit. Her feet were flat on the bed and her knees bent. I’m certain her sitting up, her hands on the back of my head with her knees bent and legs spread would have been a beautiful sight to anyone watching. However, from my view, I just saw a beautiful tight pink pussy glistening with my saliva and her own fluids. She lifted her hips towards me and, grinding her pussy against my mouth as I worked her clit to a gentle crest.
She lay back on the bed, her hips off of the bed, my hands under her ass helping her stay lifted to my mouth as I sucked on her swollen pink clit. Victoria bit her lip and I lifted myself up between her legs, pulling her up onto my lap. My hand held my cock as I slid along her slit, gathering her fluids and spreading my own precum around her hole. I tilted my hips and hers and pulled her quickly down on my cock.
Her mouth opened and she drew in a deep, somewhat pained breath. I reached up and tipped her chin so I could kiss her deeply, her flavor coated my lips and she greedily kissed me as I guided her hips up and down on my cock. Each time she lowered on me it felt like I was spreading her cunt for the first time. Every internal ridge of her body rubbed against my cock
“I know I shouldn’t want you like I do. Everything in me tells me this is wrong, that you’re my employee and this is going to cause problems for us both at work, might even get me fired. But for some reason, I don’t care. I just want to fuck you and make you cum for me over and over again,” I said as I lifted up to her and thrust, pushing her back against the headboard.
My hands grasped her ass and I closed my lips on her clavicle. She was a fucking goddess, her firm and tight body clung to me. Her inner thighs rubbed my hips as I thrust up into her. Her hands grasped the back of my neck and my shoulder. “You want to bend me over your desk tomorrow, right Mr. Reynolds?” She asked in a gasping moan.
I looked into her eyes, such a brilliant yellow-green tone, and smiled at her, “Yes,” I said, breathing heavily as I pushed into her hard and deep, rocking my hips against hers as she pushed down tighter to me. Her lips curled into a smile and she leaned her head back, “You’ve got such a nice, thick dick, Mr. Reynolds,” she purred in my ear, her fingernails curling into my skin and digging into me as her pussy clenched tightly on me. “That’s it, sir, fill your little subordinate up with that thick creamy cum,” her voice was a sultry whisper and I wanted to do just that, but I was holding back.
Her breath was hot on my neck and I closed my eyes as her fingernails dug into me, raking my back, her hunger for my cock matched my need to fill her cunt, but I wanted her to get off first. I pulled back and dropped her onto the bed. She whined as I pulled out of her, but I quickly maneuvered her onto her hands and knees and I knelt behind her.
My cock eased into her pussy and she tipped her head back in a wanton moan. I wrapped my arm around her waist and gently rubbed her clit with one hand as I gripped the back of her head by a fistful of her curly red hair, pulling hard and arching her back into a beautiful curve.
She cried out and I thrust harder, faster, pushing deeper until she cried out in pain as I hit a sensitive area within her. I pulled back and thrust in fully, rubbing the front wall of her cunt with each thrust, “Cum for me Victoria. You want to, I can feel it,” I moaned in her ear.
Victoria pushed back against me and her body released a forceful spray of slippery liquid on to my hand and bed, “That’s it, angel,” I groaned as I fucked her body hard, finally releasing in a gasping groan deep inside of her.
I practically collapsed onto her, pulling her down to the bed with me as I pulled out of her, a thick line of my cum, or hers, or both, pulled from her cunt to the tip of my cock, a thin line dripped down from her vaginal opening. I leaned down and kissed her, her lips and tongue were needy as they pushed and curled against mine.
“You don’t want to stop yet, right, sir?” She asked, a sultry need on her half closed eyes and mischievously curved lips.
“No, but I don’t think I have a choice,” I said, my dick was spent and I was exhausted and bleeding from the way her nails dug into my back and neck.
She looked down at my cock and ran her fingertip over me, “I need more, Elliot,” she begged.
My dick was fully spent and I knew I wasn’t getting it up again for a while, so I pulled out the only thing I had that could help, a powerful back massager. I plugged it in and turned it on, vanilla scented massage oil coated her privates as I moved the massager through the drips I’d placed on her.
Her eyes closed and she pushed towards the massager, “Oh, that feels nice,” she moaned.
I kept her legs spread open and moved the vibrations around her sensitive flesh. Her stomach clenched and her back arched while I watched her pussy lips spread open with the intrusion of the thick foam head of the massager. “You’ve got such a beautiful cunt, Vicky,” I said as I admired her, the oil began to mix with her own fluids and the massager moved easily over her.
She whimpered, her hand on my wrist as her breath caught and her grip tightened on me, “Is it as good as you’ve imagined, Elliot?” She asked.
The hollows of her flesh began to fill with drips of sweat, “I need more,” she begged. Her toes curled and she looked like she was in pain as she looked me in the eyes, “Please fuck me again, I need…I need…,” her eyes rolled back and her head tipped upwards. I smiled as her body arched and trembled, her voice incapable of anything beyond whimpers and needy little screams as she rode out a rather intense orgasm that soaked my bed in her fluids. Her pussy looked so inviting, a small pink hole to stretch and fill. Her fingers danced over the tip of my dick and I groaned as my dick rebounded. I immediately sunk it into her tightly contracting cunt.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned as she whimpered, slowly regaining control over her own body again.
She pushed me down onto the bed and mounted me, riding me hard and fast, “I need your cum,” she whispered, “please, sir, don’t hold back, cum in me again and again and again as often and whenever you want,” her voice was needy as she milked me again, pulling my cum deeply into her.
She glowed with a brilliant shimmer of sweat and lay back as though she were finally fulfilled, a big smile on her face. Her eyes opened and she looked at me, “You are so full of passion,” she whispered to me, “it’s unlike anything I’ve felt before.”
I pulled her into a hug and she happily snuggled into my arms and we fell back to sleep together, we still had an hour before we needed to get ready and take her back to school.
The next time I woke up the shower was running and I went to the bathroom door, “May I come in?” I asked.
“Just a minute, okay?” There was a startled tone to her voice, but I let her be, figuring she was using the bathroom or something, but a minute later she came to the bathroom door and opened it, the sex crazed needy girl of last night was once again the shy, sweet employee I was used to. She was blushing and biting her lip, her hands covered her breasts and cunt.
She started to walk past me, out of the bathroom, but I grabbed her wrist, “Hey, you want to join me in the shower, Vicky?” I asked.
Her cheeks were softly pink and I tipped her chin up, looking her in the eyes, “Are…are you regretting last night?” I asked, nervous that the early morning hours had made her come to her senses.
She shook her head, “No, nothing like that. It’s just…embarrassing…,” she said with a delayed hesitation at the end.
“What’s embarrassing?” I asked.
“I have to wash your cum out of me and that means I have to squat down and open myself up,” she said softly.
I smiled, “Do you have any idea how much I’d like to watch my cum drip from your gorgeous body?” I asked.
She was blushing and I took her hand and led her back into the bathroom and over to the shower. I turned on the warm water and ran it over her body as I kissed her. Her fingers went to my cock rather than her own pussy. I smiled and pushed her hair over her shoulder, “Would you like me to…” I started to ask.
Victoria interrupted me, her eyes were slightly glazed over as she looked up to me, “One more time, maybe?” She asked, her hand stroking my cock, her voice a whispering plea.
I nodded and put the shower head back in its cradle then turned and kissed her deeply. My hands grasped the backs of her thighs and lifted her up, pressing her back into the corner of the shower. My feet slipped a little but I got my traction again as I moved closer to her. The water poured over my back and I blocked most of it from her body, but she was still slippery to grip.
She put her arm around the back of my neck and used her other hand to guide my cock into her pussy. I groaned as she opened to me and she whimpered and tightened her thighs on my hips as I pushed deep, “We can’t do this again, you know?” I asked as I pulled my hips back then thrust forward again.
Her moan caught in her throat and she nodded. Her mouth hung open slightly and her forehead crinkled as her face contorted in pleasure. My lips closed over hers, biting lightly at her lower lip as I thrust into her. She was warm and inviting, a soft cavern hugging and rubbing my cock with each thrust. I groaned and she yelped, causing me to open my eyes, looking at her face in the throws of ecstasy as she rubbed her own clit between us.
She opened her eyes, a needy lust was all I saw in her, “I think you’d like more than one night with me, Elliot. I’m more than willing to kneel naked at your door, waiting for you to get home so I can show you my appreciation. I think you’ve got it in you to be my master,” she whispered.
I thrust deep into her and she bit down on my neck gently, making me shiver as I released into her. Her fingers slowed on her own body and I recognized the contracting pull of her pussy on my dick. She held me to her and rocked her hips over my softening dick. I pulled my dick free of her and watched my cum trail from her cunt to my dick again, then I watched her lean forward slightly and work her fingers into her pussy until she held herself open. I watched my cum being expelled from her body, leaving nothing but a milky gloss on her reddened opening.
My hands slid up her back as I eased her back down onto her own two feet. She was smiling, I scowled. She had no idea what that last image she put in my head had done to me. Some part of me was thinking this was a ploy, a trick between her and her ex, get a manager’s sympathy, ease her way into his life, then fuck him over once he starts falling for her. I felt foolish for thinking someone like her would be interested in me. Even more foolish that I’d set myself up for a fucking lawsuit if I tried to fire her now.
We showered together and got dressed then I dropped her off outside of the building for her first class of the morning, “See you at work at 3?” She asked.
I nodded, otherwise I was silent and avoided eye contact with her.
My morning at work was chaotic. Her ex came by and demanded to see me, he filed a complaint about her, I took the complaint and listened to him. I didn’t get how this played into things, but whatever, I was doing my job. As he was leaving my office, he looked back at me, his eyes had deep, dark circles around him and he seemed exhausted, “She’s not the girl she seems to be. Don’t get fooled like I did,” and he left.
I didn’t really know how to take that. So, I did what I always did when I got a complaint about an employee, met her at the time clock and brought her into my office once she was clocked in. I closed the shades and sat her down across from my desk, “I got a complaint about you. A guy said you were cruel and demeaning to him…”
Her brow was furrowed in thought, “My ex?” She asked. “You actually took a complaint from my ex? I’ve never encountered him on the job except for yesterday.” She looked like she was about to cry and I sighed.
“I have to take every complaint I get seriously, Vicky,” I said softly, “I can’t ignore it just because it’s you and I know the history there.”
She nodded, “I understand. I’m sorry I spoke out of turn, Mr. Reynolds.”
I apologized and told her not to worry about it, it’s just a formality and she needed to watch her interactions with customers in case he tries to start something by sending in someone she doesn’t know. She thanked me and I sent her off to work. I watched her on the security feed, smiling and laughing as she interacted with customers and helping them pick things out and putting things back for them. She really was a good employee.
As the day wore into the night, closing time came up and I was startled to hear a soft knock at my office door, “Mr. Reynolds?” She asked.
“Yeah, come in,” I said, mostly distracted by a pile of paperwork I was sorting through, partially annoyed that she’d interrupted me.
I heard the door click behind her and thought nothing of it, I didn’t notice that she pulled the shade on the door, “What do you need?” I asked, not looking up at her.
“I don’t want this morning to be the last time?” She said questioningly.
I sighed, “Victoria,’ I said as I looked up at her, she had on a red lace bodysuit with matching panties and thigh highs. Her hair was pulled up except a few rogue curls at the nape of her neck and along side her face.
Her posture was near perfect as she walked across my office, her high heels clacking on the floor with each step, “I want you to want me, Elliot,” she said softly. Her hips swayed as her legs crossed in front of her slightly as she walked. She leaned over my desk, her hands were flat on the surface and her arms pushed her tits up and forward as she leaned a little further. “Do you want me?” She asked.
I nodded and she flashed a smile, “How do you want me, sir?”
My own voice was barely a whisper as I looked her over, “On my desk,” I said as I gathered the paperwork and stacked it on the floor in the corner, clearing space in front of where I sat. She climbed up on my desk from her side and maneuvered until she sat on my desk, facing me, with her feet up on the arms of my chair. I caressed her ankles, sliding my hands up her stockinged legs. Her calves were taut from the high heels resting on the arms of my chair, the tense muscles felt so fucking good beneath the soft fabric of the thigh highs.
“You’re going to get me fired,” I whispered as I looked up at her.
She was biting her lip and leaning back on her hands, her chest pushed out and her stomach curved tightly, “No, I’m not. Everyone else went home already,” she separated her thighs and tipped her head to the side, “It’s not a trick, Elliot. I know that’s what you think, but you really are a great catch. You’re bright and fun, you’re an amazing lover and I wager you’d be an even better boyfriend. All I want is a good man I can trust when I’m at my most vulnerable. A man who doesn’t take advantage just because I want to call him sir. I don’t see a reason why you can’t be that man?” She asked.
My hands were on her inner thighs before I even realized it, just rubbing her and pulling her slightly to the edge of the desk, “Because I’m your boss and if anyone finds out they will think I’m playing favorites. Because I would have to find another job, or you would, so shit doesn’t get stirred up. Because I’m sixteen years older than you. Because you’re way fucking out of my league,” I said as I stood up, my lips were drawn straight to her neck and I tightly closed them on the area where her neck meets her shoulder, savoring the scent and flavor of her skin.
I slid the bra strap off of her shoulder slightly kissed my way over to where it fell along her upper arm, then made my way back until my lips were closing on her clavicle, then her cleavage as my hands slid up over her thighs,along her hips and up along her lower back. I looked her body over and pressed my lips firmly to hers. She moaned and returned the kiss, I could feel her smiling against my lips.
When I finally broke off the kiss I put my hand to my lips, thinking hard about what I was doing. My dick throbbed behind my black jeans and she moved her hands down the front of my shirt then moved back up and began unbuttoning it, “Please, sir?” She begged. “You would feel so much better inside, wouldn’t you? The softest parts of my body enveloping you in warmth and want…my neediest parts begging for comfort from your touch,” she moaned and pulled my shirt off of my shoulders then ran her fingers through my chest hair. “Just once tonight, here on your desk?”
I brought my hand down and rubbed her pussy through her panties. Warmth radiated from her and she tipped her head back in a deep moan as I watched her intently. I didn’t undress her, I simply slid my fingers beneath her panties and rubbed her slick fluids around her body. A minute later I had my dick out and poised at her cunt.
I guided her onto her back and pushed her legs open as I climbed up onto the edge of my desk and thrust myself down into her hard. She whimpered and I did it again, pumping my hips against her, holding her leg out of my way so I could go hard and deep into her as I rubbed her clit with my free hand. She gasped and I let go of her leg, which she happily took over holding out of the way with one hand, the other was pushing against my thigh, trying to keep me from fucking her as deep as I was.
She winced and whimpered and I wrapped my hand behind her neck and pulled her up to me, kissing her deep. If this was a trick, I was in trouble because she was really fucking hard to resist. She hadn’t cum yet when I sunk myself deeply into her and began to grind my hips against her pussy, releasing my cum deep within her. She didn’t mask her disappointment, a sad pout contorted her face as she sighed and started to sit up, I pushed her back down onto my desk and looked her in the eye, “I thought you wanted to call me sir, Vicky?” I asked.
She smiled softly and looked me in the eye, “Really?” She asked.
I nodded and pulled myself from her cunt, “Show me how you like to be touched,” I said.
Without cleaning up, I sat back in my chair and moved myself closer to her so I could watch her fingers gathering a drip of my cum from her pussy. Her fingers lazily dragged back up her slit and I spread her outer lips open slightly so I could watch more clearly. Her inner lips and clit glistened and I rubbed my fingertip back and forth across her vaginal opening, the flesh there was tightly bunched up, you couldn’t even see that there was an opening, just a pink dip in her skin. My finger pushed at her opening and she smiled as she looked at me.
Her fingers circled her clit a little faster and I rubbed my finger into her deeper, squishing my own cum around my finger as I curled the digit forward and rocked it inside of her. She lifted her hips slightly, a long whine as her panties slid back over her hand and mine. I pulled my finger free and ripped them off of her, easy enough to do with the flimsy connecting string of her lace thong.
My finger went back inside of her and I watched intently as her breathing quickened and her back arched as she lifted her hips a little more. My middle finger joined my index finger, curving both until I was rubbing the spongy front wall as she rubbed her clit. Her tits tightened and her pussy clenched on my fingers as she cried out softly. She was panting, her stomach clenched, and I could have eased up on my fingering, but I didn’t.
I moved her fingers away and used the heel of my hand to rub her pubic mound and hold her upper slit open as I closed my lips over her clit, licking roughly in various swirls and flattened twirls as my fingers banged that spongy wall hard. I heard her gasp then felt her buck her hips towards my mouth and hands. She cried out and squirted a thin ejaculate, that my tongue greedily gathered.
A thick cream was beginning to nearly froth from her cunt, I was moving my fingers so fast and hard against her inner wall. I was hard again and she was gasping, her chest flushed pink and her stomach was tense. I pushed myself into her and pulled her up and off my desk, sitting back in my chair with her head against my chest. I stroked her back as she settled against me. Her ear was firmly pressed to my chest, listening to my heartbeat as she began to grind herself in my lap.
Her mouth was dry and she whimpered as she rocked her hips down onto my cock. She wanted to ride me but her arms were draped lazily over my shoulders and she whimpered at my slightest movement, “You don’t have to fuck me more, Vicky, just rest with your pretty little cunt on my dick.”
She lifted her head, a dark pink flush covered her cheeks and nose, “You need to get off again, though,” she said breathlessly.
“Do I?” I asked.
She nodded, writhing on my lap and grinding herself tightly against me, “You do, sir,” she cooed as she sat up and looked me in the eyes, “I need to do my job properly, right?”
I smiled and she leaned back, her hands on my knees as she began to bounce herself on my dick. She had a somewhat pained look and I could feel her clit throbbing every time she rocked forward and her flesh rubbed against my pubic area. I watched her tired body trying so hard to keep going in order to get me off. I uncovered her tits and took some pity on her, lifting her back up to the edge of my desk.
My hand grasped the front center of her bra and quickly unhooked the clasp. Her tits bounced rhythmically as I fucked her in quick deep thrusts. I could see the need on her face as she watched my dick pushing into her. Her hands were on my hips and soon after her feet locked behind my back and pulled me to her. I was supposed to be getting off but she was the one who arched her back and cried out as her pussy clenched on me again. I knew I was angled right, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get her off again.
I kissed her deeply and pulled back when I felt the tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked almost pained as I thrust hard and deep one more time, releasing into her again. She sobbed and I tilted her head up to look at me, “Vicky? Are you okay?” I asked, my own voice riddled with concern.
She nodded and wiped her eyes as she tried to catch her breath, “No one’s ever been that invested in me getting off before,” she said softly.
I must have looked skeptical, she was a beautiful girl made even more beautiful when her body arched and her face contorted in uncontrolled pleasure, “That can’t be true…,” I said.
She kissed my cheek and pulled me to her in a tight hug, “Thank you, sir,” she whispered.
I pulled out of her reluctantly and she smiled as she stood up on her shaky legs, her calves strained by the high heels she still wore and the tension of pleasure that rippled through her body. A few drips of my cum escaped her body as it hit the floor beneath her. I thought she was going to get dressed again, but first she squatted in front of me and cleaned our fluids from my dick. When she stood back up a small puddle of my cum was on the floor beneath her. I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her back against my hip, “You’re going to be the death of me, angel,” I whispered.
She climbed her way up my body and hugged herself to me, “An angel would’ve worn white, sir,” she taunted with a lick of my cheek. She turned away and didn’t look back as she walked out of my office. I fell back into my chair and looked at the mess of bodily fluids lingering around my desk and on the floor.
I’m going to get fired. Someone is going to smell the stench of desperate sex in my office mixed with the slight, lingering scent of her perfume. I cleaned myself and my desk and floor up then zipped up and packed everything away for the night, the rest of my work would have to wait until Monday.
As I headed to my car, with a certain pep to my stride, I was shocked to see Victoria walking across the parking lot and over towards the bus terminal. I hopped in my car and drove over to her, “You want a ride?” I asked.
She looked me over and smiled softly, “Haven’t I intruded enough tonight?” She asked.
I shook my head, “I’ll walk you up to your dorm this time, deliver you safe and sound,” I said as I leaned over and opened the passenger side door.
She nodded, “I’d like that, thank you, Mr. Reynolds.”
“I told you to call me Elliot,” I said, cupping her jaw in my hand as I caressed her cheek. I didn’t particularly like my job anyway.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/iqmz4f/this_feeling_part_two_seduction_fingering_age_gap
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