The Intern (closed)

[saedo]

Closed for p_c352006

My phone trilled, so I slapped it to speakerphone mode. “Yes?”

"Your 5 o'clock is here, Mr. Trask."

"Thank you, Colleen. Show her back, please."

I leaned back into my well-worn leather chair. A few moments later, my secretary’s standard three knocks rattled against at the door. When they came, I knock at my door. After a moment, the door opened just wide enough for Colleen's brunette curls and big doe eyes to glance in. "Mr. Trask?"

I motioned for her to come in. She swung the door wide and stepped aside to let my guest inside. At my height, most women outside the WNBA seem short, but even Colleen’s 5’6” frame seemed tall next to her diminutive companion.

"Miss Coulter, do come in," I said with a broad smile. "Colleen, it's after 5 and I don't expect I'll need anything else today. You can leave."

Colleen's curls bobbed. "Yes, Mr. Trask." The door shut behind her.

Andrea Coulter gave a polite smile and strode towards one of the comfortable chairs in front of my oak desk. She wore a pale grey dress that was clearly picked because it matched her eyes. Her makeup and dark black hair showed similar care and attention. Clearly she'd been taught well as how to present herself.

Her dress fell just below the knee and was clearly tailored for her figure. Its demeanor was strictly professional, but fit just well enough to hint at the slenderness of waist, curve of hip, and firmness of thigh beneath. "I'm serious, but I'm still attractive" was the clear message. Given her mother's fondness for fashion, this was hardly a surprise. Sophia Coulter no doubt wanted her daughter to make a good impression during her summer internship.

Of course, Andrea would make an impression, regardless. Though somewhere in her early twenties, she had an air of innocence that suggested she was younger. This stood in almost stark contrast to the impressive curves on her petite frame. Though somewhat concealed by her suit's jacket, Andrea unequivocally possessed a stupendous bust. Each massive orb rode high and proud on her slender frame, giving her a figure that would make any porn star green with envy. I could feel warmth pooling in my groin as I imagined just how much larger they'd be without the restraint of clothing.

I made little effort to conceal my appraising glances. I could see she wasn't expecting such treatment - certainly not from one of her father's co-workers. Richard Coulter had worked here at the company for nearly a decade. In that time, I'd watched little Andrea blossom from a mere slip of a girl into the voluptuous college coed that now stood across the room from me. I'd admired her female form for a few years, but always discreetly. Till now.

I gave myself even odds as to whether she might reciprocate my physical admiration. some women find my height and bulk. Though I was more than twice her age, I was still nearly as fit and trim as I'd been in my own college days. Combine my looks with the wealth and social status of a powerful executive and I made an attractive package. But Andrea was a college student surrounded by young hunks in their athletic prime, so she might well find my maturity less appealing.

My attention clearly surprised her, but she said nothing. Richard had brought her on as a summer intern, which put her a couple dozen rungs below me in the company hierarchy. She apparently recognized that with her low rank, she was better off holding her tongue. I just stared at the tasteful amount of thigh on display and pondered whether she favored briefs, G-strings, or thongs till she sat down and demurely crossed her legs.

I at last raised my eyes back to hers – albeit pausing for a couple seconds to admire her magnificent chest along the way. "Miss Coulter, I am sure you are confused as to why I have called you here, so let me get straight to it. I despise your father, Richard.”

Now I really had her confused. Richard had been working as an executive here for a decade. I'd met his family - including Andrea - at a number of company picnics over the years. I'd certainly never given any indication that I wasn't on good terms with her father on any of those occasions. To hear me bluntly declare my disdain for him had clearly thrown her for a loop. Good. This meeting would go much more swiftly if I could keep her off balance.

“To be quite direct, Miss Coulter,” I continued, “your father is a pompous windbag who loves the sound of his own voice. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has been pampered his whole life. That fancy Ivy League degree is no substitute for experience. Richard shouldn’t have an executive’s position, but the Board of Directors got him hired anyway because his granddaddy plays golf with half of them. He's in over his head, but he’s got his head so far up his ass he hasn’t a fucking clue how close to the edge he’s walking. He's an arrogant little son of a bitch and I'd very much like to see him fall on his ass."

I held up a manila envelope and slid it across the desk to her. "That's a copy of documentation we're required by federal law to submit every quarter to the EPA certifying out compliance. For the past three years that's been Richard's job to complete, so you'll find his signature at the bottom of every one attesting to their accuracy. The highlighted portions are where I've identified that he has also been misreporting certain information. Now personally I figure that Richard did it because he's a clueless fuck up who couldn't find his way across the factory floor with a map, but if the EPA and the DoJ catch wind of this, they're going to call it falsification of data, failure to report, and fraud. That means millions in fines to the company and maybe a short stint in federal prison for little Richard.”

"Now the department that oversees these reports is nearly as clueless as he is, so the odds are a thousand to one that they ever cotton onto this shit on their own. They get a thousand of these damn reports every quarter because some Massachusetts liberal got up in arms about Chesapeake clams or some nonsense and pushed through a bill mandating every manufacturer handling any of a few dozen chemicals file these damn reports. I bet they all get stuck in giant file cabinet and forgotten about as soon as they arrive.

I grinned maliciously. “But, if I place an anonymous call to them and tip them onto this, I guarantee some eager beaver looking to move up the ranks will latch onto this like a bulldog. Inside a week we're going to have government investigators all over the place and your father will be well and truly fucked.”

The leather in my chair creaked as I leaned back. "So you must be asking yourself why I’m not having this conversation with Richard. Tell him to quit or else.” I shrugged. “Quite simply, I don’t think Richard is smart enough to realize how fucked he is. He’s an aggressive, competitive little shit and I know he hates my guts, so I figure he’ll probably try to take me on rather than back down. So if I can’t count on him to tuck his tail between his legs and go, then I’m just making him even more of a pain in my ass than he already is.

I leaned forward and pointed a thick forefinger at her. “But you, Miss Coulter, you’re practical. You have to be, what with your career only beginning. I’ve seen your house and the cars your family drives. Richard wants to act like he’s got a vice president’s salary, but he’s not there yet. In a year’s time, sure. Peterson at the Idaho plant has already announced he’s retiring and I know granddaddy has been urging the Board to consider little Richard. I figure with grandaddy’s connections and the fact that no one my age wants to pick up and move to fucking Idaho, Richard has it in the bag.”

“But if Richard were to lose his job and do 18 months in minimum security, I’m betting it’s his family who gets left holding the bag, Miss Coulter. And Richard’s finances being what they are, he doesn't have the savings to pay for that house, those cars, your college tuition, your sister's private school, and all of the other expenses if he's out of a job. Just imagine having to sell your house and move out of that fancy neighborhood while all your friends whisper behind your back about your father, the felon. You might have to transfer to some cheap state school instead of that fancy university. Your Mom, your sister, you - all the local laughing stock. I bet that would just be unbearable.” I grinned mightily as I saw the horror of such public shame sink in.

“So I trust, Miss Coulter, that you are pragmatic. Moreover, you’ve got something that Richard can’t offer me. You.” I let my eyes glide back over her body to further convey my meaning.

"So here's my proposal: I'm going to hold onto this information and next year, Richard gets that vice president gig in Idaho. Your family can finally pay off the bills your father has been running up and the Coulter family lives happily ever after.

“But while Richard’s awaiting that promotion, you become my mistress. You keep my libido satisfied, you get your dream life. You don't, I make that phone call, and that shiny happy future goes bye-bye.

"What is it going to be, Miss Coulter?"

 

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I felt like I was going to be sick. When I walked into Mr. Trask's office I thought he was going to say hello and ask how college was going; maybe ask about my first few days interning for the company. Growing up I had met Mr. Trask a number of times at company picnics and a few dinners at my family's house. I always thought he was a nice man, and was always impressed that he seemed to be in much better shape than my dad even though they were about the same age. I never expected in a million years however, I would be sitting across the desk from him with my entire future along with that of my family resting in his hands.

I sat nervously in the chair with a blank stare on my face. Part of me kept hoping he was simply playing some kind of joke on me. Maybe my dad even put him up to it as some form of hazing for the new girl on her first week with the company, but he wouldn't have made Mr. Trask propose something sexual like that. Oh God... This is real!

I thought about my current life. Things were going great at college, and my daddy was paying for my tuition. I drove a nice car, especially for a college student. We had a nice big house, with a pool and a huge backyard that my friends would often come to visit. I didn't want to lose that, but even more importantly I didn't want my daddy to go to prison! Not only would he never make the kind of money that he does with this company ever again but he may never be able to hold a real job again with a criminal record like that. I couldn't let that happen to my family.

I swallowed down the knot in my throat and tried to hide the water that was welling up in my eyes.

"Ok Mr. Trask; I'll do whatever you want but please don't let my daddy get into trouble... PLEASE!"

I heard a knock on the door and then my daddy walked in. "There you are Andrea! I wondered where you got off to. Are you ready to go?"

I didn't want to turn around in case I hadn't done a good enough job of hiding my watery eyes, but I managed to answer. "Be right there daddy. I was just saying hi to Mr. Trask". He told me he would meet me in the parking garage, then closed the door and left. I looked back to Mr. Trask and noticed a sly grin on his face. I felt like I was about to be sick.

 

[saedo]

That fucking Richard. He always seemed to be inconveniently underfoot. Still, I smiled and waved hello. "Have a special project that I thought Andrea might be well-suited for," I explained.

Richard smiled broadly. "Excellent. I really appreciate you looking out for her, Jacob. I'm sure she can learn a lot from you. Okay, I'll leave you two to finish up; I'll meet you at the car, Andrea."

I waited for him to close the door behind him before I turned back to Andrea. "I assume you want to keep our arrangement secret. That will be your cover story - you're working on a project for me. Consequently, you'll be visiting me more frequently and maybe working late or on the weekends. That's what you'll tell anyone who asks.

"Alternatively, you can go public and tell people you've got a thing for older guys and that you just love my cock." I shrugged. "Your choice."

"As for the rules, you come when I call and you do as you're told. Very simple."

"Now I'd prefer to have you accept this proposal by having you get down on your knees and suck me off. But since your fucking father is waiting for you in the car, we don't have that kind of time.

"Instead, we'll make it something quick. Take off your panties and put them on my desk." I tapped the oak surface for emphasis and then settled back into my chair. "Do that and you agree to my terms. Otherwise, walk away and I call the Feds. Your choice." I folded my hands and awaited her response.

 

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I was shaking as I stood up from my chair; so much so that my legs almost gave out as I tried to stand. I looked at Mr. Trask, then to his desk where he was pointing as he smiled. That was the worst part; the smile. He was enjoying this so much and he wasn't trying to hide it. Was it the idea of having me as his personal slave for the foreseeable future or was he just so annoyed with my father from working with him so long that doing something like this to his daughter was giving him some sense of vengeance? Whatever it was I knew that I didn't have an option and I also knew that my daddy would get impatient if I took too long getting to the car. If he only knew what I was about to go through for him. I began feeling as angry at him as I was at Mr. Trask for the position I was in.

I turned my back to the desk because I couldn't look him in the eyes as I did this. I raised the hem of my skirt a bit, a few inches above my knees. Then reaching up under the pale gray fabric I gripped the soft fabric of the lacy black thing I had worn to work today. I pulled it down my thighs, then adjusted my skirt back to normal before reaching back up and pulling them the rest of the way to the floor. When I reached back up the second time I felt a damp spot on the inside of my panties. Seriously?! Why the hell was I wet?! As I stepped out of the small puddle of fabric at my feet I picked up my thong and placed it on the desk in front of Mr. Trask. I was embarrassed and a little ashamed at myself for going through with this, but even more so at the fact that I had a wet spot on my panties. I hoped Mr. Trask wouldn't notice since the fabric was dark, but as soon as I set them on the desk he reached out and picked them up and I could tell that he noticed.

 

[saedo]

I grinned as Andrea reached up inside her skirt with barely a hint of hesitation. Within a few moments, dark, lacy fabric appeared around her toned thighs before drifting down to drape over over her modest heels. Andrea stepped out of them and picked up the panties from the floor before depositing them on my desk as directed.

I picked them up. "Nice," I murmured, noting the quality of the fabric. "I see your mother's fondness for fashion isn't limited to outerwear alone.

I felt a trace of dampness as I ran my thumb across the crotch. My grin broadened. "Looks like someone here got a bit excited. Recently, too." I leered across the desk at her. "So were you lusting after one of the male interns before you came in? Or does the thought of sucking my cock get you wet?"

I laughed at the obvious discomfort my questions created for her. I waved my hand dismissively. "I suppose I will find out for myself soon enough. You'd best be getting downstairs before your father starts to wonder. See you tomorrow, Miss Coulter."

I watched her pert round backside as she scurried from the room. The mere thought that beneath that skirt she was completely naked had my cock starting to swell and stiffen. Oh, I was going to enjoy this summer.

 

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I felt a slight bit of relief as I closed the door to Mr. Tasks office. I knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg but at least for now I was going home and would be safe for the next few hours. Unfortunately the second I reached the parking garage and found daddy waiting in the car the weight of the situation hit me yet again. What if Mr. Trask reported my daddy to the SEC? His life would be ruined and with the last name Coulter I would likely be blackballed in the industry as well. I sat down in the passengers seats of the car, making sure I was careful not to flash my daddy since I was no longer wearing anything under my skirt.

"What took you so long? Was Jacob talking your ear off or something? He can go on and on sometimes."

I tried to laugh like nothing had happened. "Yeah, he had a lot say."

"I bet. He actually asks about you all the time. In fact, he was the one that told me to bring you on as one of our summer interns. I thought having my daughter here would be a conflict of interest but he insisted. He's very well connected so you would be doing yourself a service to stay on his good side. One word from him and you would be able to land a job anywhere you want when you finish college."

Great... The little hope I was holding onto that Jacob wasn't as connected or important as he claimed to be quickly went out the door. I tried to hold back my tears as we drove home. Daddy continued trying to make conversation with me but my mind was on other things. Being the dad of two daughters though he was used to that.

As soon as we got home I ran into the house and closed the door to my room. I started crying into my pillow, afraid of what would be waiting for me at work the next day. I composed myself just enough to clean up and get downstairs in time for dinner. As my family sat together eating, talking and laughing all I could think about was how much i never wanted this to change and wondered what it was going to cost me to make that happen.

 

[saedo]

I waited till afternoon the following day to summon Andrea to my office. I feigned to be working at something when she stepped inside. I let her stand in silence as I scribbled away for a good minute. Let her stew a bit in her own anticipation.

I stood up when I'd finished and stepped around my desk. I stood perhaps half a step too close to her and gave her a thorough glance. She wore a navy blue blouse and a dark, knee-length skirt. Perfect.

I leaned forward, making her have to bend her head back even further to make eye contact. I smiled softly; her uncertainty about how to react to me was quite amusing.

"Follow me," I directed. I then strode out of the room. I heard the click of her heels as she hurried to match pace.

I lead her down several hallways and at last stopped in front of a locked door. The air inside was warm and slightly stale. The interior was dominated by several metal shelving units holding dozens of cardboard filing boxes.

"Since part of your cover story is that you're working on a project for me, then you should look the part." I handed her a sheet of paper covered with a list of numbers. "I need you to pull these files from these boxes, copy them with the Xerox machine down the hall, and then refile the original. Should take you the rest of the afternoon. I'll leave you to it."


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I returned a couple hours later. I entered without her realizing, so I got to watch her heft a box over her head and place it on an upper shelf. Watching her breasts strain against her blouse was quite enjoyable.

When she recognized I was there, I stepped towards her. The warmth of the room and the exertion had given her flushed cheeks and a faint beading of perspiration at the edge of her brow. "You look a bit heated," I said with a smile. "You should cool off a bit. Let me help."

I reached with my right hand, keeping my movement slow and deliberate lest I spook her. I touched her blouse near her collarbone and then brought my fingers to her neck. With a deft maneuver, I unfastened the uppermost button on her blouse, exposing the base of her throat.

I paused a moment to observe her reaction, then unbuttoned the next in sequence. Soon the first hint of cleavage appeared. It was eventually followed by a narrow glimpse of the swelling mounds dominating her upper torso.

I stopped my unbuttoning process when the upper edge of her bra peeked through. I longed to go further; the gap in her blouse parted just enough to hint at her magnificent breasts, but offered very little exposure. I was merely teasing myself with the delights to come.

"There we go," I announced. "Now you can get a little ventilation on your skin." I blew softly through my lips at the narrow window of exposed flesh. "How does that feel?"

 

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I wanted to be disgusted by Mr. Trask unbuttoning my top like I was just some toy doll that he owned but for some reason as he slowly unbuttoned the top few buttons of my blouse I felt my nipples harden with excitement. I tried to convince myself that it was simply a result of the cool air hitting my warm skin, but I think deep down I knew that wasn't really the case.

"It feels better; thanks Mr. Trask" I glanced down and could see a slight bulge beginning to press against the thin fabric of his dress slacks. How long has he been planning this?

I went back to work, filing and copying files as Mr. Trask stood there watching as my body stretched to reach high shelves and bend over, showing my tight little ass while when getting boxes off the bottom shelves. Each time I bent over I could feel a draft of air down the top of my blouse that was now hanging much looser than before. I can only imagine the view Mr. Trask was probably getting down my top as my perky, young tits and navy blue bra.

 

[saedo]

I watched Andrea work with her adjusted outfit. The brief glimpses of her impressive cleavage as she heaved the boxes around proved rather stimulating. I felt my pants shift as my approval began to manifest. I was a ways off from an obvious erection, but the engine of my lust was warming up.

After a few minutes, I stepped behind Andrea and placed my hands on her hips. She froze, obviously unsure of my intentions. I lingered, feeling the warmth of her body from her labors radiating off her. I sniffed at her perfume, pleased by the floral bouquet.

"You still look warm to me, Miss Coulter. Perhaps you should loosen some more clothing." My fingers found the zipper at the back of her skirt and tugged it gently downward. The parting fabric gradually lost its grip on her waist and began sliding down her thighs. Eventually it fell in a clump around her ankles.

I smiled at her revealed backside. Today she wore navy blue panties instead of a thong. They were cut low at the hips and the small triangle allowed a fair amount of her rounded cheeks to be exposed. I smiled and laid my palm under the right one, enjoying the firmness and warmth against my skin.

As my right squeezed her ass, my left hand slid around her waist and felt its way down her abdomen. I soon found the edge of her panties, but I continued my progress on the outside of the cloth. Soon my hand was gently cupping her groin through the thin blue fabric.

 

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My body was trembling as Mr. Trask tugged my skirt to the floor. I felt a hand cup my right butt cheek as I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. Then his left hand reached around the front of my body to my stomach. His hand pressed against my firm tummy, then slowly traveled down the front of me until his hand was cupping my young, shaved pussy through the soft, satin fabric of my panties. He started to rub gently in small circles around the too of my mound. Part of me felt scared as the man who just yesterday threatened to ruin my life played with my body, but body didn't know about that detail and responded naturally to the stimulation it was receiving. I shook nervously in Mr. Trask's embrace, while my panties began to moisten as they collected the juices that had started to flow from within my pussy. I was breathing faster and deeper as Mr. Trask continued playing with his new toy and I wondered how much further he planned to go with this.

 

[saedo]

I teased Andrea for a few minutes. It took a bit, but I could feel her resistance fading. The tempo of her breathing and the warmth of her body suggested she was enjoying my touch despite any reluctance she might have.

"Looks like I can get you fired up, Miss Coulter," I murmured near her left ear. "Let's see if you can do return the favor."

I stepped back, releasing my grip on her. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. The weight of the leather sent my pants down to my knees, revealing my black boxer briefs.

I could feel her eyes locking onto the cylindrical bulge on the right side. I grinned at her. "When you get to my age, it takes a bit longer to get things going than when I was in my twenties. But don't worry, I can still get hard enough to split you in two. Why don't you wrap your lips around it as best you can and suck on it."

 

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I guess any hopes that he would stop at watching me work half naked were clearly out the window at this point. He wanted a lot more and it looked like he was very excited to get it. His cock didn't look fully hard again the tight fabric of his boxer briefs but it was clear that his cock was beginning to swell from watching my half naked body prancing around the empty file room. I kicked my heels off so I didn't scuff them up on the hard floor, then knelt down on the floor in front of Mr. Trask. I reached my shaking hand up to his boxer and rubbed his cock gently through the black fabric. I felt him getting harder a I stroked his cock and it was getting bigger than I expected. I reached up to the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. When the elastic passed his hard on it caused it to spring up and almost hit me in the face. His cock was sticking straight out at me, almost begging for my mouth to envelope it. Up to this this point the only dick I had even had in my mouth belonged to my boyfriend of 4 years. Ryan and I started dating in high school and were still together; though if he found out about the situation I was in right now that would obviously change. Mr. Trask was noticeably bigger than Ryan so I was nervous about whether I could fit him in my mouth. Plus, a guy Mr. Trask's age has had a lot of tore experience than me so I was worried I wouldn't be very good and he would be upset with me, leaking my dad's secret after realizing this situation wasn't as enjoyable as he had hoped.

My stalling was making Mr. Trask impatient. He cleared his throat as if to signal he was tied of waiting for me to get to work so I figured it was now or never.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and leaned towards Mr. Trask's hard cock. I got about three inches down before wrapping my lips around the thick shaft and creating a tight seal around it. I started to suck him softly while swirling my tongue around the big, spongey head. My hand reached up and grabbed the base of his cock and started to stroke it as my mouth started working a little faster up and down on his length. I was taking a little more down as I got into a better rhythm and I heard Mr. Trask moaning a little above me. It made me feel a little more confident that he would be satisfied with me.... I wish that didn't make me so happy.

 

[saedo]

I let Andrea finish disrobing me without further direction. I always enjoyed seeing a woman's initial reaction to my endowment and Andrea was no exception. Her eyes widened in shock as my descending underwear revealed the massive hunk of flesh that was my dangling cock.

She hesitated long enough for me to grow impatient, so I grumbled under my breath about the delay. She reluctantly took my penis in hand, her fingers already unable to fully encircle it's considerable girth. Her lips parted and she slowly took the thick crown inside.

She took a few shallow strokes, gradually taking my shaft deep enough to brush against the soft palate at the entrance to her throat. That only inspired me further, sending a fresh surge of blood into my cock. I watched her eyes widen in surprise as my hefty organ swelled still further, stretching her jaw to its limit.

Still, Andrea didn't balk at the challenge. She grasped at the massive shaft with both hands to steady it as she bobbed her head along it. She could only manage about half its length, but she gamely tried to stimulate the base with her slender fingers.

Still, I wanted more. "Want to try deep throating it?" I suggested.

Her reaction made me chuckle. The obvious fear in her eyes at the prospect of ramming something so massive down her slender throat was priceless to behold. I was tempted to force her just to see her choke on my cock.

Still, I didn't want to push her too far too quickly. It wouldn't do to break my new sex toy on the first day. "A lot bigger than your boyfriends have been, isn't it? Alright, then I'll take it easy on you this first time."

I motioned for her to release me. The head - now a fiery red in color and about the size of my fist - popped free of her lips. I knelt slightly and guided the heavy shaft between her breasts from below. The mix of her saliva and my precum let me slip into her tight cleavage with relative ease. After a few moments, the blunt head popped forth from between her gorgeous breasts.

I grunted with satisfaction. It took a pretty big pair of tits to cover a cock my size, but Andrea's lovely orbs seemed tailor-made for the task. I directed her to start stroking me with her stupendous tits, driving me towards an undoubtedly powerful climax

 

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I was relieved when Mr. Trask finally pulled his dick out of my mouth; it was absolutely huge! I always thought my boyfriend had an average sized cock but compared to Mr. Trask it was a joke. Hg slipped it between my tits and started to pump it up and down slowly between my young, perky tits. When he instructed me to start stroking it with my breasts I wasn't sure what to do. I had heard about "tit fucking" before but Ryan and I had never tried anything like that. I did my best to do what came natural so I pushed my boobs together with each hand and squeezed them around Mr. Trasks's giant rod. I was still on my knees so it was a little tricky at first to figure out how to move but pretty soon I was squatting down on my feet a little, then raising myself back up, letting his cock pump up and down between my tits. After a few minutes he started getting dry and moving his cock up and down started to become a little difficult so I let his cock fire momentarily, then licked up and down the length, coating it in my saliva. Then I placed it back where it was and started pumping him up and down again between my chest. The hard, warm cock of Mr. Trask felt amazing pressed against my chest. "I hope I'm doing this right" I thought as I worked Mr. Trask

 

[saedo]

Andrea seemed a little unsure of herself initially, but I suppose that would be expected. With breasts as large as hers, she probably dwarfed the cocks of most guys. I suspected she'd never encountered a man as well hung as me.

Her bra already kept her breasts fairly well confined, so the pressure on my pole was quite nice. Andrea rocked herself along my length, providing a delicious amount of sensation. She'd even lick the swollen head, which oozed precum with every stroke.

After a couple minutes, I was pretty close to blowing my load, but I held out. One of the benefits of age and experience was better self-control. I was willing to bet the teenage boys she was used to probably came super-fast. I wanted to give her a taste of a mature lover's stamina.

Eventually she was starting to gasp a bit from the prolonged effort. Her cheeks were flushed and her forehead gleamed with perspiration. I was feeling a bit hot under the collar myself. My cock was now so hard it ached, the massive head now purplish with blood. My balls felt like lead billiards, swollen with my seed. I grunted a few final times, and then let the floodgates open.

Hot, sticky jism rocketed out of my cock and splattered Andrea directly in the face. Apparently she was too much a novice to try and contain the fountain of cum with her mouth, so the jets left streaks all over her face and hair. I'd braced my hands on her shoulders to aid with thrusting, so she was unable to throw herself out of the line of fire. Consequently, she took shot after shot until my pressure was at last spent.

I let go and let her slump away from me, my softened but still substantial cock sliding free of her cleavage. I took my hefty appendage in both hands and squeezed a final gush of cum out onto her breasts.

I groaned pleasantly. "Mmmm, that was good, Andrea. You might want to try swallowing, though. You'll leave less of a mess to clean up." I grinned; she looked like half a dozen guys had jacked off on her; hard to believe all that cum was mine.

I glanced the the heavy gold watch on my wrist. "Getting close to quitting time. You can finish the files till tomorrow. I suspect you'd better find yourself a ladies room and get yourself cleaned up before anyone sees you and figures out what you've been up to. Of course, if you want everyone to know.... " I shrugged at the unspoken idea.

I folded my cock back into my boxers and redressed. "A good first effort, Miss Coulter. I look forward to our next session." I turned and left the room.

 

[p_c352006]

I watched Mr. Trask walk out of the room as I felt his cum still running down my face and chest. I quickly took my bra off hoping that I could prevent too much of his cum from getting on it. I didn't want to have to try and ride home with my daddy without a bra. I didn't wear any kind of jacket today with my blouse and it was thin enough that it would be extremely obvious if I didn't have one on. Luckily it seemed like most of it missed and ended up on my face and in my hair a bit. Ryan had gotten his cum in my hair once of twice on accident and I hated it. It was so hard to get out of their without taking a shower, but now I had to clean up in an office bathroom and find a way to cover this up. The first step was getting to a bathroom unnoticed though. I grabbed an empty file from the stack I had been working on and he used the edge of it to try and scrape some of Mr. Trask's thick sperm off of my face. Turns out I needed two file folders to clean the majority of it off, but there was still some in my hair and my face was still covered in a thin sticky film of jizz. I got my clothes back on and and opened the door of the file room slowly. Peaking out in both directions I didn't see anyone so I ran quickly down the hallway and into the woman's room. Thank god nobody was in there at the moment. I hurriedly ran the faucet and started splashing water on my face and my hair where Mr. Trask had unloaded onto me. I got most of it off, then dried using a paper towel. My hair was still kind of wet in a few spots so I had to throw it into a ponytail to try and cover up the mess it had turned into.

As I walked out of the bathroom I saw another woman coming down the hall. I couldn't believe my timing to be able to clean up and leave just as someone else was heading in. For the first time. In a few days I actually felt lucky.

I looked at the clock on the wall and not picked it was quitting time so I headed downstairs to the parking garage where I knew daddy would be in the car waiting for me. I hoped in and hoped he didn't notice my hair or the smell of chlorine on me during the ride home. I cracked the window as soon as I got in to try and vent the smell.

"Looks like Mr. Trask gave you a pretty big load today!"

My stomach dropped and I started to panic internally. "Wh-wh-what do you mean?"

"Your face is a little flush. He must have had you working pretty hard on his filing today. He's been know to give interns pretty big workloads but I thought he might have taken it easy on you since your my daughter, but I guess he can't play favorites."

"Yeah, big workload today" I laughed nervously feeling a sigh of relief after realizing the misinterpretation. I wonder what daddy would say if he knew what I had to do for him today and I was beginning to wonder what was in store for me tomorrow.

 

[saedo]

The following day, I spoke only briefly to Andrea. I checked on her progress with the files and assigned her additional tasks. I then gave her a lustful glance at her professional attire. I gave her a few beats to tense up with anticipation, but then I dismissed her.

I behaved similarly the next day. More mundane business conversation and a brief hint that I hadn't forgotten her sex appeal, but otherwise I left her untouched. This time she actually looked back over her shoulder as she departed.

I chuckled behind closed doors. I didn't want her to readily pin me down as a lust-fueled sex maniac. Let her see that I had control to match my appetites. Let her never entirely be sure what to expect from me.

The third day I repeated my actions from the previous two. But this time, I did not dismiss her. Instead, I beckoned her over to my chair.

My right hand slipped along the back of her knee and slid beneath her skirt. I felt along the back of her thigh, gradually shifting towards the tender inner side. I took my time teasing my way up till I felt the familiar smoothness of her underwear.

"Satin today?" I inquired. "Nice." My fingers traced along the fabric, gently pressing against her sex. "Though you may not yet believe it, Miss Coulter, I am quite skilled at certain techniques." My fingers circled around the nub of her clit, letting the satin rub gently across its hardness. "Techniques which you will enjoy."

I let the heat build within her as I silently teased her lips. When I could feel her panties start to moisten, I continued. "This is for your benefit as well as mine. You've seen how large I am. Far larger than your previous lovers, I imagine. And with a young novice like yourself, probably a bit too big for your dainty vagina." I could feel her shudder against me. "Probably stretch you to your limit. So best that when I plow my fat cock into you that you are as wet as possible."

I looked up at her, her face partially blocked by her stupendous bosom. "Let's see how wet I can get you just using my fingers."

 

[p_c352006]

After two days without Mr. Trask making any inappropriate gestures towards me I started to wonder if he was displeased with our first encounter in the file room on Monday. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to have to blow him every day or anything but I felt like as long as he was satisfied he wouldn't release any of the information he had on my daddy. I was torn over this and couldn't figure out how to feel about it. Did I want Mr. Trask fucking me or making me blow him all summer? I didn't think I did, but then again it meant my life as I knew it would remain in tact. Plus, after the other day in the room file when I saw Mr. Trask's huge cock I did have some curiosity about how it would feel inside of me compared to my boyfriend. I was ashamed that I had thought about that for even a second but it was true and I couldn't seem to stop myself from thinking about it.

An I walked into Mr. Trask's office today he called me over to his desk. I should have guessed that the day I wear a pair of my sexiest satin panties he would decide it was time to make another move on me. I walked over behind his desk and started thinking about his huge cock and they way it was about to stretch out my jaw again, but surprisingly Mr. Trask ran his hand up my leg and started playing with my clit through my panties. He started talking dirty to me; telling me about how he was going to fuck me with his big cock bit needed to make sure I was very wet before he could do so. I started getting nervous and scared thinking about him doing that to me, but my body responded by immediately getting wet against the fabric of my panties. I'm sure Mr. Trask was pleased with how we the was able to make my young pussy just by rubbing it a little over my underwear. As he continued circling my clit with his fingers my knees started to feel weak and I had to grab onto the desk with one hand to help balance myself. My breathing started to get heavy, almost panting and I could feel my pussy getting as wet as I have ever felt it before.

 

[saedo]

Andrea spoke not a word as my fingers danced along her labia. Even my questions to her went unanswered. I smirked; as demure as she was, she still had sufficient backbone not to yield to me completely.

I, however, was no novice to pleasuring a woman. True, I preferred to take rather than give, but that didn't make me wholly ignorant on the subject. I let my fingertips tease her sensitive flesh just enough to make her crave a bit more. Soon I could feel the fabric of her panties dampen with desire.

"Don't resist it, Miss Coulter," I advised. "Your mind may reject my touch, but your body clearly disagrees." The faint squishing noises from beneath her skirt provided aural evidence of my words.

Andrea eventually sagged, bracing herself against the desk. Her thighs parted slightly as she did so, her pussy tilting ever so much more firmly against my hand. Her breathing increased and I could hear the beginnings of a moan in each exhalation.

"Don't fight it, Andrea. You want to cum. You need to cum."

 

[p_c352006]

I was angry with myself as much as Mr. Trask but he was right. His fingers were working me so expertly and I needed to cum so bad. I was right on the edge as he played with my clit through my panties as I gripped his desk. I had spread my legs to give him more access up my skirt and he was taking full advantage. He rubbed a little faster as he told me to cum and that's exactly what I did. My legs quaked and my body tensed as I grabbed the desk with all my might attempting not to fall over in my heels. Waves of warmth washed throughout my body as Mr. Trask worked my pussy like a professional. Ryan had never made me cum so easily before. Even during sex it often took me rubbing my own clit while he fucked me to give myself an orgasm. All Mr. Trask needed was a few inches between my legs to make me cum through my panties; it was unreal.

When I finally finished, Mr. Trask removed his hands from inside my skirt and brought his fingers up to his nose, breathing in the smell of my young pussy that had rubbed off through my wet panties.

 

[saedo]

I smiled as I pushed Andrea closer and closer to the edge. I felt the warm glow of triumph as her body tensed and a low keen from her lips signaled her imminent orgasm.

I let her recover uninterrupted. Her impressive chest rose and fell as she took several deep breaths. My own cock throbbed with desire. God, I wanted her.

"That's one, Miss Coulter. But I think you've got plenty more in you."

I reached back under her skirt, but this time slipped my right hand inside her panties. Andrea gasped softly as my fingers made direct contact with her moist labia.

My previous efforts had given me some insight into how she liked to be touched. I put those to good use. Having already warmed her up with the first orgasm, I soon had her cooing softly as I brought her closer to the brink of a second.

Then I grinned maliciously. "Let's have some fun," I suggested. Maintaining my right hand's gentle teasing of her flesh, my left hand reached for the phone on my desk. A click of the speakerphone button provided a dial tone, whereupon I dialed an extension.

After the second ring, a familiar male voice answered. "Rich Coulter."

I smiled with delight as Andrea recognized her father's voice. I ground my palm against her clit as my index finger toyed with the entrance of her pussy. "Hey Rich, it's Jacob Trask. Got you on speaker here with your daughter. I was going to have her stay an hour or so late tonight to help me on the McKinney project, so she wanted to let you know. I can give her a ride home if that's okay by you."

"Oh sure," Richard replied. "Should be a good experience for her. I'll let your Mom know, honey. So how are you liking the work, Andrea?"

I nodded towards the phone, signalling Andrea to speak. Meanwhile, I slipped the tip of index finger inside her down to the second knuckle.

 

[p_c352006]

"I love it." I managed to respond as Mr. Trask shoved his finger inside of me. I couldn't believe he was doing this. I hoped he was enjoying himself; finger fucking my tight pussy while he made me talk to my daddy on speaker phone.

"That's good to hear honey. I'm glad you're happy with everything."

Mr. Trask slipped a second finger inside of me as my daddy was talking. I almost screamed out but managed to cover my mouth enough to muffle the sound.

"Mmmm hmmmm" Is the best I could manage as a response as my body began to shiver. I was about to cum, but i can't do that with daddy on the phone.

"See... Didn't I tell you that you would enjoy working here?"

"YES!" I said almost too loud to be a normal response.

I couldn't fight my body any longer. My orgasm crashed over my body. As my pussy tensed and clenched around Mr. Trask's fingers I tried my best not to think about my daddy on speaker phone talking.

"No need to yell Andrea, I wasn't trying to say I told you so or anything. I'll let you get back to work. Don't let Jacob work you too hard though."

"I'll try daddy. I love you."

He started to respond but I cut him off, reaching to the phone and clicked the button to hang up. I looked at Mr. Trask angrily. "You asshole!" I yelled it him

All he did was laugh to himself as his fingers started working in and out of me deeper as I came down from my climax.

 

[saedo]

My plan worked even better than I could have hoped. The expression on her face when she realized who was on the phone was priceless. I came very close to cumming myself as I watched her struggle to climax without making a sound.

You asshole!"

I could only laugh with delight in response to her anger. I hadn't had this much fun in ages. My shoulders shook and I eventually had to wipe tears away as my hilarity subsided.

"Oh, ho ho," I chortled. "That was amazing. Just absolutely delicious." I grinned salaciously and lifted my right hand, the index and middle fingers now thoroughly coated with her juices. I conspicuously sucked them both clean, smacking my lips loudly. "Delicious, just like you, little Andrea."

The fury on her lovely features thrilled me beyond measure. Combined with her heaving bosom and my knowledge of just how tight and wet her pussy had been had my own libido turned up to 11. My cock felt like it was 3 feet long, so swollen with blood and lust it was. I wanted to slam her down on the desk and fuck her mercilessly.

But I held back. Today's victory over her was too perfect. I'd only tarnish it by seeking sexual gratification now.

"Get back to work," I instructed, waving a dismissive hand towards the door.

 

[p_c352006]

"That's it?" I thought to myself. He was asking me to stay late just so he could get my daddy on the phone and try and make me cum while he was on the line? Now he is sending me back to the file room to actually work?! Part of me was relieved but part of me was still upset. To be honest, I didn't even know how I felt at this point. Obviously I was furious at the fact that I was being blackmailed for something that I didn't even do or have anything to do with. Although now, after seeing Mr. Trask's huge cock and feeling his hands touching me in all the right places there was a part of me deep down that was excited for more. That made me upset with myself as much as with Mr. Trask. How was I going to be with Ryan from now on without him figuring out that something was going on? I almost started to cry as I thought about how he would respond if he found out.

I headed back to the file room and got to work as Mr. Trask ordered. This assignment was tedious as it was, but now I was having to complete my duties with a huge wet spot in my panties, making it very uncomfortable to move around. I decided to hell with it. The only person that would come looking for me was Mr. Trask and there is no point in being shy about things with him at this point. I walked around the corner where I was out of sight from anyone that may have come through the door and I reached under my skirt and removed my damp panties. I hid them in an empty box within the file room and would make sure to grab then before it was time to go. It definitely felt much better without that wet fabric against me.

 

[saedo]

It took the better part of half an hour after Andrea left my office before my erection finally subsided. My desire for this young woman was proving particularly intense. But that made the anticipation all the more sweet.

I therefore left her undisturbed the rest of the afternoon. When I at last met her in the file room at nearly 7 PM, I resisted the impulse to bend her over and take her without prelude. I instead had her follow me to my car.

Once inside, I resisted the urge to free my resurgent cock from my pants and force her to swallow it while I drove. That I didn't seemed an even greater surprise to her given the looks she sent me from the passenger seat. But instead, I dropped her off at her father's house without having once touched her.

I rolled down the window before she walked away from the car. "Miss Coulter, much as I admire your choice in panties, I'm not sure if they're entirely necessary. Starting tomorrow, I would like you to stop wearing panties at work." I rolled up the window and sped away before she could respond.