His personal assistant, p.4
His Personal Assistant, page 4
Since tasting her in the kitchen a few days ago, I'd been coming to her room each night, uncovering her pussy and eating her out to two or three orgasms. She usually woke up just in time to scream out the first one and I would just keep her up from there. Ignoring her cries for her sensitive girly bits — her exact words — in favor of bringing her to back to back climaxes.
I was feeling extra hungry tonight though, and I knew the days of her being a virgin were very much numbered if my dick had any say in the situation. And he did because he was getting really fucking tired of the color blue. I ripped the tiny excuse for panties from her and tossed them to the floor then shoved her shirt up high enough to uncover her large round tits. I'd come back to them later. I slid back down her soft luscious body, settling down with my face right at her cunt. Her scent was so fucking intoxicating I couldn't contain the growl I let out if I wanted to. I pressed my hands to her inner thighs spreading her legs wider, giving myself full access to her. My hands were large enough that I was able to hold her open while using my thumbs to spread the lips of her delicate virgin cunt.
I drove my tongue into her without hesitation. Keeping her spread open so I could shove my tongue in and out of her without resistance. It wasn't but a minute later that her pussy was juicing and flowing like the damn Nile. I pressed my face into her firmly, using every feature I had to bring her pleasure. I moved my tongue in and out of her in ways that had my cock weeping in jealousy, and pressed my nose into her hard little clit. I nipped her pink flesh with my teeth and rubbed my overnight stubble against her inner thighs. Not enough to give her beard burn, but enough to make her so sensitive she'd be unable to close her legs for a while after I was done.
The tightening of her thighs and her breathy whimpers sounded off that she was waking up from her deep slumber. I kept my hands planted on her inner thighs so I wouldn't lose my grip as her wiggling and squirming picked up. Again I shoved my tongue in deep until I was licking her virgin barrier.
"Unngh — I can't — oh God!"
Yeah, she was awake.
I kept eating, tasting every inch of her sweet soaked pussy as she gripped the sheets. I pressed my nose against her clit and kept my hands on her thighs, keeping her pussy lips spread apart. I didn't want anything getting in the way of my midnight snack.
Like the previous nights, she wasn't even awake five whole minutes before she climaxed.
"Carter!"
The gush of juice from her cunt timed perfectly with her scream as she climaxed on my tongue. I kept at her, holding her spread wide as I swallowed every savory drop — licking from her slit to the puckered hole of her ass. She whimpered and writhed, still sensitive from her orgasm, but fuck if I was done. I was just getting started. I was thinking four or five climaxes before I let her go back to sleep. Call me an animal, like I give a fuck.
I did say I was feeling extra hungry.
CHAPTER 4
Winnie
I re-read the spread sheet I was supposed to be reading, for what had to be the tenth time since I'd opened the damn thing on my new tablet.
Did I mention that was another perk to my job?
Not only had Carter — Mr. Bridges — given me free reign to organize and tidy up any aspect of his business, but I'd also received a new laptop, tablet, and phone the week I started working for him.
God, it was so hard to keep my thoughts of him strictly professional. Even knowing that we had, or he had, crossed the boundary of professionalism on more than one occasion I was still trying to keep my thoughts of him strictly related to work. Hard to do, when every time I closed my eyes I pictured his mouth going down on me and eating me out until I screamed and begged for him to have mercy on me. For seven days he'd been doing it, coming into my room in the dead of night, just down the hall from his, stripping me of my nightwear and putting his mouth on me until I was literally cumming awake. And just like that bedtime was my new favorite time of the day.
After the second night he'd come in the middle of the night I'd started to expect him. But that was mostly because he'd left that night saying, "Get used to being woken up like that, I'm fucking addicted to the taste of you." He'd gotten me so hot from those words alone they almost set off another climax. To make matters worse, I'd started hoping that each night he wouldn't force himself to stop and leave after tasting his fill, but rather stay climb up my body and take me. He was my boss, but all I wished for at night was that he'd taste me before pinning me down and shoving his long thick cock into me, claiming my virginity.
That wasn't too much of a stretch from him going down on me, right?
It was fated to happen soon, if Carter was to be believed at least. The dirty filthy things he’d say he was going to do me — in between eating me to intense orgasms of course — could alone bring me off.
I squirmed in the office chair I was sitting in, turning my attention back to the spread sheet. I was supposed to be working on and here I was fantasizing about my strong sexy boss filling me with his cock until I couldn't take anymore. I shook my head and set about trying to get back to work, not easy since my panties were now soaking wet.
Just freaking perfect.
I had a mountain of tasks ahead of me and I couldn't even get through a damned spread sheet without drifting off into a sexual fantasy. Granted, they were all tasks I'd given myself but I still wanted to make sure I got them done so Carter didn't think I was slacking or taking advantage of the position he'd given me. It was interesting though, he never actually gave me any work tasks to complete. Other than a few minutes of work here and there like rescheduling a meeting for him or confirming an appointment with a new client, he didn't ask me to do anything else. The hours of work I put in each day were things I'd assigned myself to do, to make sure the structure of his company was efficient and organized.
The sound of the elevator ringing brought me out of my spell of concentration on my current spread sheet from hell. I'd moved on from the other one I'd been looking over a couple hours ago, and was now reading one that had me questioning whether or not I was staring at hieroglyphics. Ugh, what a migraine.
How did he read these things on a daily basis without going insane? I rubbed my temples and let out a deep breath, no sense in letting the stupid thing raise my blood pressure.
"Winnie?"
"In the office!"
I heard him approaching and tried to use the last few moments before he walked in to fix my hair and smooth the frown lines on my face the were surely present after dealing with the spreadsheets constructed by Satan himself to torture me.
"There you are. Still at it?"
I nodded my head, ready to ask for help in understanding the spreadsheet pulled up on the screen in front of me. Rarely did I ask him for help with anything, he was a busy man running his own tech security company, so I tried not to burden him with matters that I could figure out for myself but this one was a doozy. He walked towards me then placed his hands gently on my shoulders, rubbing them softly. I had to contain the shake of pleasure that wanted to course through my body at his touch.
"Well why don't you take a break and come sit with me in the living room. I need to ask you for a favor."
He pulled the chair out so I could get up and proceeded to follow me to the living room. I didn't need to look back to know that his eyes were on my ass, whenever he walked behind me — which was quite frequently — my backside became his only focus. The funny thing was, he never made an effort to hide it. It was like he couldn't give a damn about crossing the line from professional to personal, and he probably didn't, seeing as he crossed it all the time.
I looked back anyways, unable to help myself and sure enough his eyes were following the sway of my ass. In all fairness it wasn't hard to miss. I am a woman full of curves and had enough ass to share between three people. It took me a while to grow comfortable with the curves I was blessed with, and in all honesty I was still learning to love them, but having a man like Carter eye my ass like it was going to be his next meal was definitely a confidence booster. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for the fitted dress with the matching cardigan I'd chosen to wear today.
I stopped short when I saw at least a dozen beautiful cocktail dresses lying on the living room sofa. I recognized a few of them from the boutique I used to work at but the others were unfamiliar.
"I don't understand, do you have a date tonight or something?" I tried to keep the jealousy out of my voice as I asked, I'd been coming to think of him as mine lately when the truth was he was one of the most handsome and eligible bachelors in the city.
"Kind of. That's actually what I needed your help with."
So then he needed me to help choose a dress for his date then.
"Okay, well what does she look like — tall or short? Light or dark skin tone? Do you have a color preference you'd like to see her in?" I was back in personal shopping consultant mode as I fired off questions at him.
"No, no, no. Winnie — stop. I'm asking you to be my date. There's a gala tonight for the National Entrepreneurs Association and it's good for the company if I at least show my face. But these things always go better if I have someone on my arm, and I'd like for it to be you. I'd like for you to be my date tonight."
I felt my eyes widen in surprise, and barely stopped my mouth from dropping open.
"These dresses, I had them delivered so you'd have several choices to pick from."
Okay, then. Didn't see that coming.
"Of course I'll be your date for the evening."
Smooth Winnie, real smooth.
I kept my composure as I walked over to the assortment of dresses hanging over the sofa, even though I was inwardly jumping for joy at thought of being his date for the night. He watched me wordlessly as I looked over all the dresses, eyeing their detail and craftsmanship. I didn't want to take too long choosing a dress, so I picked up a black one that seemed like it would do nicely. After all, who can go wrong with black? It's slimming and fits just about every occasion.
"This one is nice," I said to myself, holding up the garment for a better view. I held it against me to gauge how it would fit.
"Try it on."
I'd forgotten he was still there. I looked up from the dress to see Carter staring at me as I contemplated over the dress.
"Well, it looks like it's going to fit but I guess it couldn't hurt. I'll be right back."
His next words stopped me before I could make my way of the living area.
"Don't be silly, Winnie, you can try it on right here. In fact, you're going to try them all on. Right. Here."
I couldn't stop my mouth from dropping open in surprise that time. The heated look in his eyes told me he wasn't kidding, and from my last night working at the boutique I was all too familiar with just how serious he was.
He walked over to the cushioned chair sitting across from the sofa covered in dresses and took a seat. He stretched out and got comfortable before looking at me and nodding towards the dress.
"Let's start with that one."
I was almost done putting the finishing touches on my makeup for the gala tonight. I'd decided to keep it very neutral with my lips and eyes, I wasn't trying to draw any unnecessary attention. I wasn't even an entrepreneur nor was I Carter's girlfriend, I was simply his assistant accompanying him to a function beneficial to his business. And my dress was going to draw enough attention itself. It was an emerald green number that hugged and lifted my breasts before nipping in at the waist then flaring out and stopping just above my knees. I'd paired the garment with a pair of black strappy heels, and completed the outfit with a simple pendant necklace and earrings.
I was still feeling a bit uneasy about the dress, after all I was going for understated and emerald green was anything but. However, it wasn't me who'd chosen the dress. I’d been planning to wear black, but Carter had insisted. Or demanded, whichever way you chose to look at it.
God, just thinking about how he'd watched me change into dress after dress earlier — how he'd stared at me as I stripped down to my bra and panties — had a rush of wetness pooling between my thighs. Not once had his attention diverted from me. Each time I'd needed a dress to be zipped he would walk over and stand right behind me before zipping the garment. And each time he’d come to stand behind me, he’d move in so close I could feel the length of his erection pressing into my backside. Then he'd step back and eye me up and down as I slowly twirled for him.
Some of the dresses he deemed too conservative while several others he'd decided were too sexy, and were to be for 'his eyes only.' One thing that didn't change though, no matter what dress I had on, was the heated look of lust in his eyes. I'd half expected, and maybe inwardly hoped, that he would get so turned on he'd bend me over the dress-covered sofa and take what he wanted. Force me to accept the rough pounding of his hard length into my body over and over. I bit my lip and squeezed the counter of the bathroom sink, hoping the sudden rush of desire would pass.
I pulled myself together enough to swipe one more coat of gloss across my lips before grabbing my clutch and heading out of my room. I didn't see Carter as I walked into the living room, but it didn't take a genius to figure out he was likely in his office. My only question was whether to go to him or wait here in the living room. I decided to go with the latter. For all of one minute before hopping off the sofa and making my way toward the office. It was almost time for us to leave, and apparently I wasn’t the type of person who could sit and twiddle my thumbs before a date. Work related or not. No wonder women were always getting ready up until the last minute. It felt like at any moment I was going to spontaneously break out into a sweat or trip over one of my heels.
The door to the office was cracked open slightly so I knocked a couple times, before hearing his deep voice granting me entrance. I peeked my head in, double checking it really was okay for me to enter and going in only after he waved me in. He had his cellphone pressed to his ear but his focus was completely on me, as I pondered whether to sit or remain standing. On the one hand sitting guaranteed that I'd wrinkle the back of the dress, while the alternative standing, guaranteed I was going to look like an awkward little puppy begging for Carter's attention. God, I really needed to start taking longer getting ready for important functions — punctuality was overrated.
I shifted nervously on my feet unsure of what to do when Carter made a twirling motion with his finger, wordlessly indicating what he wanted me to do. Slowly, so as not to fall over in the four inch heels I was wearing, I spun around, giving him a view of every angle. The look in his eyes had my thighs rubbing together on their own accord. I wanted him so badly.
He took the phone from his ear clicked speaker and turned on the mute button before setting it down on his desk. "Come here."
I hesitated for all of two seconds before carefully walking over to him. He stood and walked around his desk, meanwhile the person on the phone was still blabbering on about the two newest accounts Carter's company just acquired over a rival company. He reached out and pulled me close by my waist until I was pressed tightly against him. I looked up at him, seeing the wicked look in his eyes gave me chills. The pleasurable kind.
"You look beautiful, Winnie."
"Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself."
And he really did. His black tailored suit fit him perfectly and the white button down underneath highlighted his sun-kissed skin. His pocket square matched the color of my dress and that little detail was enough to have me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. And seeing him smile from my compliment had me melting completely.
His hands shifted, sliding downward until they were no longer on my waist but instead gripping my ass. He lowered his head until his nose was nuzzling my neck.
"You smell so fucking good, beautiful."
I let out a shaky breath. "Thank you."
I didn't mean for it to come out as a breathy whisper but I was lucky I even managed to get the words out with his hands kneading my ass and his lips skimming up and down my neck. Without warning he spun us around so that I was pressed between him and his desk.
"Climb up."
"Carter we need to—"
He didn't give me a chance to finish telling him we needed to be leaving shortly but instead hoisted me up onto his desk using his grip on my ass. He flipped up my dress and spread my legs roughly before coming to standing between them.
"Carter."
"I need to see what you're wearing underneath this. Need to have the taste of you on my tongue or I'm going to lose my goddamn mind."
"Lie back."
I laid back across the wide expanse of his desk, his muted cellphone with the man talking numbers lying next to me. So much for not wrinkling the dress.
"Goddamn."
The growled words drew my attention away from the talking phone and back to Carter, who was busy staring at my silk and lace covered private area. The harsh breaths coming from him didn't seem to be affected by the fact that his jaw was clenched shut. His eyes hungrily raked over my prone body, and with my dress flipped up I knew he could not only see my tiny panties but also the bottom half of the matching black silk and lace demi bra that came down to my waist in a corset style.
"This is mine, Winnie. All. Fucking. Mine."
I didn't even get a chance to process his caveman words, I was too busy screaming and holding onto the desk for dear life. He gave me no time to prepare before sliding my underwear to the side and putting his mouth on me. I probably deafened him with my screams but I couldn't help it, the feeling of his tongue pushing inside me after being secretly aroused all day was more than I could take. I screamed at him to stop and have mercy on me but I also screamed for him to continue, to take whatever he wanted. His mouth fucked me so good my death grip on the edge of the desk was the only thing keeping me in place.
