The Businesswoman's Assistant (closed)

[pj38]

I am Constance McGowan, a 32 yr old businesswoman visiting your city. I have voluptuous features--a curvaceous body, full-lipped face, striking blond hair. But I maintain a serious, protective exterior. I am staying at a downtown hotel for several days, and have various appointments.

My company has hired you to look after my needs while I am in the city. For your first duty, you are to meet me at the airport, take care of my bags, and drive me to the hotel.

I have just gotten off the plane, and am looking for you in the crowds.

(Closed for ChadTheWriter, who will introduce his character)

 

[ChadTheWriter]

I am Constance McGowan, a 32 yr old businesswoman visiting your city. I have voluptuous features--a curvaceous body, full-lipped face, striking blond hair. But I maintain a serious, protective exterior. I am staying at a downtown hotel for several days, and have various appointments.

My company has hired you to look after my needs while I am in the city. For your first duty, you are to meet me at the airport, take care of my bags, and drive me to the hotel.

I have just gotten off the plane, and am looking for you in the crowds.

(Closed for ChadTheWriter, who will introduce his character)

Gosh Kruther's stood patiently outside of Constance McGowan's gate. He stood at a height of six foot four, around 210 pounds. He wore a black tux, with a white undershirt and a black hat on his head which all together formed his uniform. If given sunglasses and taken away the hat, he would have looked rather like a body guard then a chauffeur. He had underneath the hat short brown hair, streaked with blond. His face was stern and tight, his jawline considered sexy to most females. His eyes were a deep brown, which he had used to hypnotize women with, along side a charming smile. He was fairly built, and in excellent shape, due to exercising along with a healthy diet. All in all, he was down right sexy and appealing.

Naturally, this was not Gosh's only job. He had actually been a web designer, game designer and even writer. He loved to do all of this, including chauffeur for big companies. The only reason he had taken the chauffeur job was because of the power. He knew he would be driving very powerful people and the idea secretly excited him. He loved to listen in on conversations, making sure to not be noticed.

He watched both the gate and the bag belt, waiting for both the bags and Constance McGowan. He held a sign in his hand with her last name written on it, hoping to gain her attention.

 

[ChadTheWriter]

Bump. Sorry.

 

[pj38]

I was tired and distracted after the flight, and anxious to get settled and ready for the morning agenda. I scanned the crowd for a sign with my name and finally caught sight of a tall, well-dressed man who was my assistant. As I approached, I was struck by his self-confident demeanor, which was uncharacteristic of the usual company assistants. Feeling disheveled from the flight, I caught myself straightening my skirt as I approached him.

The company was supposed to forward my agenda ahead, but the assistants were usually unreliable with this detail. I had a copy in my bag to give him, but decided test him to see if he measured up to his appearance.

I extended my hand to greet him as I approached.

"Hello, I am Constance McGowan. I am pleased to me you. I presume the company forwarded my agenda?"

 

[ChadTheWriter]

I was tired and distracted after the flight, and anxious to get settled and ready for the morning agenda. I scanned the crowd for a sign with my name and finally caught sight of a tall, well-dressed man who was my assistant. As I approached, I was struck by his self-confident demeanor, which was uncharacteristic of the usual company assistants. Feeling disheveled from the flight, I caught myself straightening my skirt as I approached him.

The company was supposed to forward my agenda ahead, but the assistants were usually unreliable with this detail. I had a copy in my bag to give him, but decided test him to see if he measured up to his appearance.

I extended my hand to greet him as I approached.

"Hello, I am Constance McGowan. I am pleased to me you. I presume the company forwarded my agenda?"

As Gosh stood waiting for Constance he couldn't help but notice one of the most beautiful things coming towards him. She was blond, with a drop dead gorgeous body. Though his body showed no signs, he was very excited to think that this may be the woman he was driving. Secretly he had wished she was the one he was plowing instead. He could think of many things he would do to her in the bedroom. Some of these things caused him to actually smirk now, just as the blond had approached him.

He swore at himself silently as he reached out to take her much smaller hand in his own. As he had taken her hand he bowed ever so slightly, raising her hand to his lips. He only briefly touched her hand to his lips, for fear he would ruin the first impression. "The pleasure is mine, Ma'am." He said courteously. Naturally he would have used her first name, but his job had discouraged such actions. He nodded ever so slightly at her question, "I've word that we are to go to the hotel almost immediately afterwards." He said, quite sure of himself.

 

[pj38]

As he took my hand, I found myself charmed by his warm greeting and his engaging touch. I had an exceptionally positive first impression of my assistant. I filed this away in my mind and turned my thoughts back to business.

He took me to the car, and I sat and waited while he loaded the bags. Then we were off to the hotel. I sat in the rear seat, already buried in work for the upcoming meetings. My mind began to wander a bit, and when we passed a field of soccer players I found myself wondering what sort of athlete he was.

"Gosh Kruthers," I said aloud, half to myself, "the biography of you that the company gave me is very impressive. You seem to have found your way to a well-balanced life. Software design? Writing? And surely also some sort of athletic hobby, right?"

 

[ChadTheWriter]

As he took my hand, I found myself charmed by his warm greeting and his engaging touch. I had an exceptionally positive first impression of my assistant. I filed this away in my mind and turned my thoughts back to business.

He took me to the car, and I sat and waited while he loaded the bags. Then we were off to the hotel. I sat in the rear seat, already buried in work for the upcoming meetings. My mind began to wander a bit, and when we passed a field of soccer players I found myself wondering what sort of athlete he was.

"Gosh Kruthers," I said aloud, half to myself, "the biography of you that the company gave me is very impressive. You seem to have found your way to a well-balanced life. Software design? Writing? And surely also some sort of athletic hobby, right?"

As Gosh drove this fine specimen of a woman to the hotel, he found himself looking in the rear view mirror. He was looking into her sexy blue eyes, and imagining her luscious red lips around his swollen member. These vivid images were causing him to actually become aroused, his member swelling increasingly quick.

He was quite happy to hear her speaking, so he knew he could spare some speed. He had hoped he would be able to calm himself down before he had to get out of the car. He looked away from the mirror as he spoke, "My hobby." He sighed quietly and then said, "I train in Brazilian JuJitsu Martial Arts. I currently have a purple belt, which would be enough to fight with the big shots. Maybe I'll tell you about the sport later. Anything else you'd like to know?" He said, hoping she'd keep up the conversation.

 

[pj38]

"No, except to say that you have an impressive biography. I presume you enjoy your work as a business assistant."

I paused, feeling myself on the verge of exposing more friendliness than I was accustomed. Retreating to my business-like demeanor, I changed the subject.

"Gosh, I will dine in the room and work this evening. Later tonight I'll be sending you some documents by email. I'll need them printed and bound for the meeting tomorrow morning. Twelve copies. Also there will be a power point file to set up for me to present. Can you have all this ready for the meeting at 9:00?"

Gosh said he would have them ready for me. I could detect the disappointment in his voice, though, after I cut off the friendly chat. Why had I done this? Here was an attractive, intelligent man trying to engage me in a pleasant conversation, and I run from him like he's a wild beast. A familiar gnawing struck the pit of my stomach. The gnawing that comes from being young and beautiful, but at the same time lonely and frightened--a workaholic destined to avoid intimacy at all costs.

I mustered some composure and tried to recover the trust he had offered up:

"Gosh, I'll be very busy through the day tomorrow. But I'll have some free time after the meetings tomorrow. If you wouldn't mind, I'd love a short tour of the city. Off-duty, of course--only if you wouldn't mind doing that."

 

[ChadTheWriter]

"No, except to say that you have an impressive biography. I presume you enjoy your work as a business assistant."

I paused, feeling myself on the verge of exposing more friendliness than I was accustomed. Retreating to my business-like demeanor, I changed the subject.

"Gosh, I will dine in the room and work this evening. Later tonight I'll be sending you some documents by email. I'll need them printed and bound for the meeting tomorrow morning. Twelve copies. Also there will be a power point file to set up for me to present. Can you have all this ready for the meeting at 9:00?"

Gosh said he would have them ready for me. I could detect the disappointment in his voice, though, after I cut off the friendly chat. Why had I done this? Here was an attractive, intelligent man trying to engage me in a pleasant conversation, and I run from him like he's a wild beast. A familiar gnawing struck the pit of my stomach. The gnawing that comes from being young and beautiful, but at the same time lonely and frightened--a workaholic destined to avoid intimacy at all costs.

I mustered some composure and tried to recover the trust he had offered up:

"Gosh, I'll be very busy through the day tomorrow. But I'll have some free time after the meetings tomorrow. If you wouldn't mind, I'd love a short tour of the city. Off-duty, of course--only if you wouldn't mind doing that."

Gosh was indeed disappointed. He didn't think he was going to calm down in time. He mentally shrugged it off and smiled as he heard her offer. He thought about it for only a few minutes. He had nothing to do tomorrow that needed to absolutely needed to get done. "I believe that would be a great idea. I've got a few places you may like to see." In truth, he didn't know too much about the sites, he only knew about companies and rich peoples addresses. He didn't get too much time to look around the city, ironically.

After agreeing to pick her up after her meeting, they had just pulled up to the hotel. He wasn't sure if he had successfully hiden his hard on from her. It was almost too hard to not notice, but she didn't seem to. He helped her out of the car and brought her begs to her room. He remained with her, waiting until she had dismissed him.

Once she had dismissed him he returned to his apartment. He immediately got to researching on the computer. He needed to find out all the interesting facts of the city, hoping he could impress her further. He knew he had impressed her, but he wanted more.

Later that Night, Gosh had received Constance's email, and he quickly did as she had asked. He had printed the files, and then bounded them up. He placed them on his bedside, ready to take them to his new employer.

 

[pj38]

"Oh, thank you, Gosh. How thoughtful of you! I was a little drowsy from the long day." I took the coffee and sipped it as Gosh pulled away. "And thank you so much for doing this--it's a treat to get away from work for a while."

I turned in the seat to face Gosh and again noticed his deep eyes and muscular frame. That mysterious sensation came over my skin, almost without my noticing. I felt the soft fabric of the jeans on my legs, the tight seams pressing into my crotch, and the tingling of my blouse against my bare nipples. I sighed deeply, and then caught my mind wandering to places I didn't want it to go.

Suddenly I worried that Gosh felt obliged to entertain me, and I hadn't had that in mind. "You know, Gosh, I think I may have misled you about this. Of course I'd enjoy you showing me the highlights of the city. But I'd also enjoy you taking me to some place that's special to you, or just tagging along some place you need to go. I could watch you practice JuJitsu, go with you while you run errands, listen while you tell me what's troubling you, help you fold your laundry...you know, anything but be your boss. If I'm going to be off-duty, I need you to be off-duty. So I hope whatever you've got planned, well, that there's something in it for you."

 

[ChadTheWriter]

He smiled and listened to her speak as he drove. When she thanked him he only smiled and said, "It was not a problem uh, ma'am." He called her ma'am, not sure if he could use her name. He could feel her eyes upon him and the thought of her checking him out caused him to be thoroughly excited. If it wasn't for his driving, he would have turned to look at her as well. Instead he found himself taking quick glances over at her as they spoke, his eyes probably not once looking into her own eyes.

He listened to her speak again, this time a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. He knew what she was trying to say, but listened anyways. "Well, I thought I'd be off duty, and I wanted to make this good for the both of us. I'm glad to know that you actually care, though." He said that last bit with a wink. Gosh drove for only about five more minutes when he suddenly pulled over.

Smiling a little bit he looked over towards her and said in an almost official like tone,"We're here, destination number one.". He did not move for a moment but instead watched as Constance had once again, let herself out. He was purely amazed. Not because she got out by herself, but her ass. He couldn't help but allow his jaw to drop once he had seen her ass covered in jean. It was perfect! If he had only reached out as she was getting out of the car he could have grabbed that fine ass and gave it a squeeze. Instead, he quickly got out with her and regained his composure.

Gosh walked around the car to where Constance was standing, probably confused as to where they were going. He had smiled and pointed out a particularly large building. This building was the worlds tallest restaurant, the restaurant itself actually spinning at the top of the building. It was the worlds first rotating restaurant, which gave possibilities for great views while a person ate. He explained all this to her as he lead her to the building.

As they reached the building, they entered the doors. They had two choices, either walk the stairs, or take the elevator which had glass surrounding it, giving the person in it the view of a lifetime. He had hoped she had not gone to this restaurant, though he was sure she had heard of it before.

Now they both stood in the elevator, looking out at the city.

 

[pj38]

"What a wonderful idea, Gosh!" I said, as the elevator began it climb. The cityscape widened as we rose, and I could see the hotel and, off in the distance, the airport. "I have indeed heard of this but I've never been here."

A waiter showed us to a table, and we ordered drinks--I had a glass of red wine. As he walked away it occurred to me to discuss the check. "Now Gosh, I want to make sure we have an understanding about the check. As long as this is within your means, I would feel more at ease splitting the check. I don't mind paying your part, but I would be more comfortable if you didn't pay mine. The pleasure of your company is my only need." I hoped he wouldn't take offense at this.

I was enjoying the view, and for a moment forgot about Gosh. There was much to see from up so high. In the foreground, I noticed rows of houses, some with people outside busy in various ways.

"Gosh, when we get around, show me where you live. And where you practice JuJitsu. And if you work in an office, where that is. And anywhere else that is meaningful to you."

The last phrase, "meaningful to you," caught me for a moment. I wondered if he had a girlfriend or wife, or if his parents lived here. I didn't feel right asking about this now, and let it pass.

 

[ChadTheWriter]

As they rose, Gosh felt a small silence and realized she was looking around. He looked about also until the elevator had risen finally to the top. As she spoke, he looked over to watch her. He was beginning to want this woman more and more as she spoke. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was something special about this woman. He could feel it.

Every time he had looked into her eyes he could tell that there was something missing. It was missing it's additional spark, which he did see once when they first met. He thought that what she was missing was, himself. Something told him this woman was going to be more then just his boss.

Gosh and Constance were shown to a table, where she had ordered red wine, he himself ordered a shot of Fire Ball Whiskey. Gosh was sure he saw a hint of surprise in Constance when he ordered his drink, so assured her that he would only be having one or two drinks. She made a joke about his driving abilities and then being drunk, to which he couldn't help but chuckle. He quickly shot down the drink which warmed and burned his insides. He smiled now as the shot had left a strong taste of the spicy candied hearts.

He listened to her, the look about his face told her he was faking patience. He was merely kidding though. He understood what she meant, and decided it would be easier to do it her way. He agreed with her that he would pay half, and she pay the other. He smiled and said, "On one condition. This condition is that I get to pay for the drinks and possibly meal. You put in your half, then I go and pay at the register." He smiled and raised his hand, he was going to shake her own as to finalize the deal officially.

He smiled and nodded, "I have a few more places to show you today, but if you like, I can show you where I live, practice Jujitsu, and where my office is." He said this smiling, hopefully pleasing her. If she had asked where his underwear drawer was, he would have showed her, if it pleased her so. As Gosh listened to her speak, he listened carefully. That he did with everyone, male or female. He found listening carefully helped him learn a lot more. In fact, due to listening carefully he had picked up the slight emphazise on the phrase 'meaningful to you' and he wondered how she truly felt.

"Things might be easier then I thought," he said in his mind.

 

[pj38]

As we drank and chatted, I began to loosen up as Gosh grew bolder. He called me "Constance" without the slightest reservation, and then asked if I had a nickname. I told him I had used "Connie" when I was younger. I said he could use that name only away from work--that it was our little secret. I giggled like a child when I heard him use it.

After the second glass of wine, Gosh began asking me silly questions like, did I take baths of showers, or, what did I wear when I did yoga, or, what was the hardest thing not to think about when I meditated. He asked me questions about my body, whether there were other blondes in my family, and as he did his eyes engaged me relentlessly as a counterpoint to the conversation, never leering. I felt as if I was being conquered, possessed, and I wasn't resisting near as much as I ought to. It felt dangerous, but the fact was I was enjoying it.

We finished eating and drinking, negotiated the check, and walked toward the elevator. The sun had set, and a sensuous dusk had fallen over the city. As the doors closed, I noted how different I felt than when we came up.

I found myself looking out at the landscape again, and then realized the silence was awkward. I turned to Gosh and asked, "Where are you taking me next?"

 

[ChadTheWriter]

A fire had burned in Gosh's eyes now, but not able to be seen. The fire was deep within him, and he needed to extinguish it. He had decided after a while of taking more then the two shots he had intended, he would become bolder. He began to ask her a frequency of questions, each one intending to open her up to him.

After Gosh had asked her his questions, and then finished eating, they left the restaurant. As they were in the elevator, slowly becoming level with the ground, Gosh felt relaxed and happy. A warm sensation burned throughout his formation as he stood, and he thought not once of the silence between them.

When Constance had looked over at him and spoke, he simply smiled and said, "Connie, I'm going to show you where I practice my Jujitsu and where my office is and where I live." He said, a little bit confused with how he spoke. He noted his speech was not up to boot. He smiled and calmly took her hand in his own just as the doors to the elevator opened.

He followed beside her to the car, where he opened the door for her once more. He saw she was about to say something so he silenced her, "I am not doing this because it's in my job description. I do it for you. "He said that with a wink, closing the door when she stepped in.

They spoke about random things in the car, though Constance tried to ask him about where they were going. He simply shrugged and said, "You'll see." each time. He drove in what seemed like circles to anyone other then him. He knew where he was going and ended up at his house in no time.

The house had two levels, and was pretty even. It had four rooms, two bathrooms. One bathroom on bottom level, one bathroom on top. When Constance asked if he lived with room mates, he simply smiled and shook his head. "I do not have room mates, but I often have friends and family visiting.".

 

[pj38]

Gosh told me where we would go next. I started to respond, but he silenced me with a gesture. We walked to the car, and when he opened the door for me I didn't protest. I felt myself completely under his spell, with no other desire than to follow him whereever he took me.

We drove around the city and he pointed out various things he thought I'd want to see. I pretended to be interested, but mostly watched his face and listened to the sound of his voice. Finally we arrived at a two level house that he said was where he lived.

Gosh showed me around and told me he had no roommates but frequent family visitors. He asked if I wanted something to drink and I said yes, whatever he was having. It was a mixed drink, made from strong liquor of some sort. I took a sip, and felt it burn in my throat. I also felt the alcohol lighten my head and further weaken my resistance.

I looked around the main room and saw a row of JuJitsu trophies on a shelf. I was admiring them, and Gosh walked over to tell me about them. He stood close to me as he spoke. I felt his warmth radiating and his sensual touch as he brushed up against me. I felt scared and excited, and took another sip of the drink to steady my nerves.

 

[ChadTheWriter]

Gosh and Constance had both entered the house, in which was fairly large. He felt proud to be who he was at this moment, for he thought she was impressed.

Gosh couldn't help but notice with a smile that Constance he found his Jujitsu trophies. He had one them all, bare knuckle style. When he told her about each of the fights he had won to receive the trophies, he kept close to her. He felt bolder and bolder with each drink they had. He even grew bold enough to rest his hand on the small of her back when he showed her about his house.

As he walked with her about his house, he pointed out his office, where he had done most of his artistic stuff (Writing, game designing etc.). He showed her his basement, which consisted of one thing: Everything exercises. This was where he trained for Jujitsu.

After showing Constance around the house he took her back upstairs and into the living room. He flicked a switch on the wall and his fireplace roared to life. Flames jumped and licked about the logs, engulfing the fireplace in flame. Gosh stared into the flames for a moment or two, the flames almost entrancing him in his non-sober like state.

Gosh turned from the fire to look towards Constance, his gaze was piercing as he stared into her blue eyes. He reached out a hand to slowly and softly graze his fingers against her cheek. He felt her cheek turning into his touch, his hand caressed her cheek. He spoke softly for the first time in a long silence. "You're truly beautiful. Though I sense fear in you, which I do not understand. You do not fear me, I can tell. It's yourself in which you fear.".

Gosh rose from his chair and walked into the kitchen where his alcohol was. He poured himself a drink and offered her some. From there he continued to speak, "I ask you one thing, and one thing only. I want you to trust yourself and any decision made tonight." He found himself pressed against her own form, his hand pressing against the small of her back to hold her tightly to his form. He looked down into her eyes for what seemed like eternity, finally making a unspoken decision.

Gosh leaned forward, his eyes which were locked on her own held her still. He gently placed his lips against her own, waiting for resistance. Feeling no resistance to his advancement, he pulled back from his kiss. His eyes locked on her own and he whispered, "Allow me to show you things you've never felt before. I WILL make your world magical." As he said this he emphasised the word "will". He had not made a statement, but a promise instead.

 

[pj38]

I was aware of Gosh telling me about the trophies, but from that point on I had little connection with conscious reality. Everything was blurred by the intense sensations that seemed to come from all of Gosh's being. I was standing next to him, then brushing against him, then feeling his body pressing against me. My pelvis churned with excitement and anxiety as I felt him against me.

Then his eyes met mine. He was speaking, but I only saw him come closer, closer, until I felt his breath on my face, and then, an eternity later, his mouth, grazing mine gently, then pressing slightly onto mine. He held his mouth against mine briefly, then drew back. I heard him speaking, but there was nothing I needed to hear. There was no going back. Whatever he was going to do, I wanted him to do it. There would be no resistance, no negotiation, no second thoughts. I didn't speak, but I looked into his eyes, deeply, completely, letting him know by my look that I was ready for him to proceed.

 

[ChadTheWriter]

Gosh wondered if she had actually heard him speaking, but he could tell she wanted it just as bad as he did. He lightly took her hand and began to lead her to his room. He lead her up the stairs, his vision remaining ahead of him almost at all times. He found himself looking back occasionally to make sure she had not changed her mind. She hadn't done so, even once he had let her into his room.

Once Gosh had lead her into his room, his hands immediately dropped to her waist, where he had pulled her form tightly to his own. His lips pressed softly against her own once more, this time his tongue escaped from the dark regions of his mouth. He had gently coaxed her tongue from her mouth with his own, gently massaging hers as well.

His hands had not remained on her hips for long, for one had moved to her ass to lightly squeeze and massage over top of her jeans. His other hand had traveled up her side and onto her stomach. His hand continued it's slow accent to one of her breasts. Once there he cupped the entire breast through her blouse material, he could feel her nipple protruding from her plump breast. Now his other hand left her ass, but for a good reason. He would need both hands to remove her blouse and bra. He had done so actually quite quickly, and then removed his own shirt. His muscular body shimmered in the dim light the surrounded them both.

This time when he moved to kiss her once more, he felt her nipples and breasts being pressed into his own bare chest, exciting him even further. As he kissed her he had to multitask; his hands had moved down to unzip and remove his pants, leaving him in a pair of boxers.

 

[pj38]

I followed Gosh to his bedroom up a flight of stairs, taking his hand. Once upstairs, he embraced me again, holding me firmly with his hand in my back and pressing into me. I felt his muscular form pressing into my breasts, and his pelvis grinding into me. His deep eyes and sensual mouth hovered above, then drew closer, then the kiss, this time drawing my tongue out. I closed my eyes and tasted the slippery liquid of his mouth.

I felt his hands on my ass, then again on my breast, massaging gently through the fabric of my blouse. Then he slid underneath and found the bare nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I raised my arms and he quickly removed my blouse, and then took off his own shirt. Then Gosh worked loose the button on my pants, sliding them down off my ass. I stepped out of them, standing only in my panties, and watched as he took his pants off. Then he pressed against me again, kissing me, and I felt the hardness of his penis pressing into my crotch through the fabric of our underwear.

I lay my head against his chest ran my hand over his muscular frame. I felt the silky hairs of his chest, the taught muscles, then his abdomen. Then my hand made its way to his cock, feeling the steely contour through the fabric of his boxers. I pressed and squeezed the head slightly, and noticed a spot of slimy precum had penetrated the cotton boxers. I felt his hand wind its way down my abdomen, finding my panties sopping with fluids, aching with desire. I ground my pelvis into his hand, gasping when it pressed against my clitoris.

 

[ChadTheWriter]

Even with her panties still on, the site of her naked form had caused his cock to harden within seconds. Feeling her half naked body was enough to cause precum to almost flow freely from his cock. When she had grasped his cock through his boxers he felt a heavy sigh escape from his lips. His hand had slide it's way down her smooth stomach and further down until he felt his fingers slide over her sopping panties.

He smiled when he heard a small gasp, his hand pressing and causing a little bit more pressure upon her clit. Even through the material of her panties he could feel her 'lips' as he slid his hand up and down her pussy. He slowly pulled his hand away from her pussy, only so he could remove her panties. He finally saw her completely naked, and he loved what he saw. Perfect, he thought as he looked her up and down momentarily.

Gosh had removed his own boxers now and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes remaining on her naked form. He hoped she could tell what he was looking for, but decided to see if she could figure it out for herself. He wouldn't say a thing unless spoken to.

 

[pj38]

I was delirious with excitement as Gosh stroked my pussy through my panties. My thighs trembled as his hand pressed into me. Then Gosh slipped my panties down and removed his shorts. I waited, hoping to soon feel his cock slide into my pussy.

But Gosh didn't do that. He sat on the bed, leaving me standing naked in front of him. I looked into his eyes for some explanation, feeling cold and abandoned. He looked insistent, almost demanding, as if he wanted something from me. I kept looking for a clue, and then noticed his monstrous cock, throbbing with need, its "eye" looking at me with the same insistence.

I knew what he wanted me to do. I got down on my knees, holding his thighs for balance as I leaned forward. His cock was a monster, eyeing me, with precum drooling down from its slit. I looked up at Gosh with a pleading look, hoping I was wrong about what he wanted. But he looked merciless, ever more insistent, so I lowered my head and brought my lips toward him. Tears welled in my eyes as my lips touched him. I froze in horror. Then his hips shifted slightly, the slimy precum smeared over my lips, and the head of his cock slipped into my mouth. I looked up, saw his reassuring smile, and knew there was no way out. I, Constance McGowan, businesswomen and blonde goddess, was going to suck his cock.

I felt his hands on my head, urging me down on him and he penetrated deep into my throat. I gagged then, relaxed the muscles to take his full length. Gosh groaned with pleasure, and for a moment it was exciting to make him feel so good. I drew back and played with the head with my lips and tongue and heard more groaning. I looked up, and saw his face had changed to a helpless contortion of pleasure. Suddenly it was exciting, and I worked the sensitive head with my lips and tongue.

I looked up at Gosh again and saw his face, his mouth thrown open, his eyes rolling. But he was watching me, enjoying seeing lips around his cock, my blue eyes looking up at him. I brushed back my hair so he could get a better view, drew back slightly, and smiled as I licked around the contour of his cock. He was sooooo hard, soooo aroused.

As I went to work on him again I heard is groans grow louder, seeming out of control. Was he going to cum in my mouth? At first the thought repulsed me, but then a shiver of excitement shot through me. I reached down with my hand, finding my pussy trembling and wet. I slipped a finger inside, massaging slowly as I worked his cock with my mouth. I was delirious with pleasure, just inches from a seismic orgasm, waiting, waiting....

 

[ChadTheWriter]

He moaned with immense pleasure as he felt her warm mouth surround the head of his cock. He could tell at first that she was not enjoying it, but at that moment he truly didn't mind. When she had only moved half way down his cock he had thrusted his hips. His hands had indeed moved to the back of her head, grabbing a handful of hair to guide her.

He watched her constantly, his eyes never leaving her lips and even her eyes as well. He continuously thrust his hips into her throat, the feeling of her deep throating him was intoxicating. He felt he was close to cumming, a slight tingle in his scrotum told him so. He watched as she had moved her hand down towards her sopping pussy and this was too much for him. He had realized she was beginning to actually like it. This caused him to cum furiously into the back of her throat. He would have said something but it would have come out as a mumbled moan.

He thrusted his hips as gentle as possible, his cock unloading what felt like bucket loads into her throat. After a moment he pulled his still hard cock from her mouth. He smiled in pride as he managed to stay hard.

It was his turn now, to do the pleasuring. He motioned for her to stand and move to the bed. Before getting to his knees this time he made sure she would enjoy everything he was about to do. "I hope you're not as fearful of having a man go down on you, as you were about going down on me.". He said this with a slight smirk, knowing it probably embarrassed her. He didn't mind though, for he was in a curious mood.

Gosh moved to his knees, his hands also moved to hold her thighs apart. He looked up at her and said nothing, his facial expressions did the talking. He looked like a starved mad man, and her pussy was a giant feast in which he would dine.

 

[pj38]

As I worked his cock inside my mouth, waiting to see what Gosh would do next, I felt his hands tighten their grip on my head. He began thrusting his cock into my mouth, and I felt certain then that he meant to cum. I looked up at him and saw him watching me intently, enjoying the look on my face, maybe also enjoying seeing me humiliated. Then I relaxed my head, letting him take over, and turned my attention to my pussy.

My pussy throbbed with pleasure as I massaged it. My fingers found my clit and began rubbing intently, feeling closer and closer to orgasm. I began moaning, delirious with pleasure. My back stiffened, my pelvis ground into my hand. Suddenly I was over the edge, into the stillness before the great spasm. Just then Gosh stopped thrusting. I heard him cry out and felt his cock twitch, and a torrent of cum splashed like a river against the back of my throat. I rubbed my clit furiously as my body quaked with pleasure. I tried to cry out, choked on Gosh's cum, and instead coughed. Cum spurted from my mouth, ran down my chin, and dripped onto my breasts.

I swallowed as much as I could, but there was sooo much cum. I sucked hard, and with every jerk of his cock I felt a new wad of cum against my tongue. Finally his eruptions subsided. I licked and sucked, trying to clean him up. I expected soon to feel him go limp, but he stayed hard in my mouth. My spasms subsided also, and I was reminded of the painful pummeling my mouth had endured. I sighed deeply with relief when he pulled out.

I watched him, exhausted, to see what would happen next. He had cum...were we done? Gosh stood up and gestured for me to take his place lying back on the bed. Then he pried apart my legs, smirking as his face descended into my crotch. He lapped my juices, exploring my hole with his tongue. Then he made his way to my clit, pressing into it with his mouth and tongue. I didn't feel like cumming again, and didn't know if he wanted me to. I took deep breaths, trying to relax and enjoy the sensations. I knew that if Gosh stayed on my clit long enough, I would cum again. Was he going to do that?

 

[ChadTheWriter]

Gosh lapped at her womanly juices, enjoying every second of it. He didn't really want her to cum, for he wanted to cum with her. He sucked her clit into his lips, his tongue circled and slid over the swollen bud. He felt her body start to shudder beneath him and he stopped his ministrations. He stood from his crouched position, his form sliding up the bed to lie next to her own. His arm crossed over her body and he began to kiss her neck.

As he kissed her neck he began to suck lightly, his tongue occasionally sliding from its depths to penetrate her salted smooth skin. He moved from her neck upwards, until he lightly sucked directly underneath her chin. From there he simply moved to her lips, the connection between them both was electrifying.

As he kissed her his right hand had moved from across her body to lightly begin to explore it. His hand had drifted across her chest, lightly twisting and tugging her nipples for a few moments each. After playing with her breasts his hand had moved down and over her abdomen, slowly making its way down to her treasure box. Instead of playing with her pussy he moved on to her legs, sliding up and down the length of them both.

He pulled away from her lips, his gaze locking onto her own. Now was the time. He was going to fuck her, not knowing she may not want another cum. If he knew that, he may not even care. For now, he was fucking horny and needed relief. He didn't want to hurt her, so he would be as gentle as could be to begin with. Then after she had accommodated to his size, he would fuck her brains out.