Enough fun to forget this beautiful man.
6
Anders
When the door closes behind Christine, I give up all pretense of working, pushing away from the desk and grabbing my throbbing cock through my slacks. Just being around her turned me on, but when she started crossing and uncrossing her legs, licking her fucking lips as she did it, I thought I was going to cum right then and there.
But I can’t just palm myself through my slacks. Fuck no. If I don’t get some relief right fucking now, I’m gonna go blind, I swear to god I will. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, throbbing and hard as fuck. I don’t know how she didn’t see it underneath the desk, practically lifting my desk in the air. Twelve inches of red, angry, throbbing cock that wants Christine Jalili and wants her now.
My cock will have to make-do with my palm, for now anyway, but that doesn’t stop from closing my eyes and imagining her curves as I stroke my hand up and down my dick. Her cherry red lips wrapped around me as she looks up at me, begging me with her startling blue eyes to just fuck her already. Turn her around and fuck her hard, smacking her ass as I do it, showing her what a bad girl she really was…
My hand is moving faster and faster, a blur, and I’m having a hard time breathing as I imagine wrapping my hands in her hair and fucking her doggy style, her head arched back towards me as I thrust hard and unprotected into her, showing her who the boss is…
My cock erupts, spurting cum in long ropes everywhere, and I just keep stroking, my body jerking, the world disappearing as my vision whites out.
Fuuuccckkkkk…
Yessss…
Finally, my body relaxes and I collapse back into my office chair, boneless yet not satiated.
I won’t be, until I’ve fucked Christine senseless. Until I’ve made her cry for mercy.
Until I’ve made her mine.
7
Christine
I settle further back into the red leather couch – a trademark of Dos Caminos – my strawberry margarita in my hand. I’d asked for a margarita heavy on the tequila, and the bartender didn’t disappoint. I’m feeling good, real good.
“So then, he’s just jogging up the stairs like I’m nothing and I can’t help myself, you guys. I turned my head and started nuzzling his chest. I mean, it was right there and he smelled so damn good, I wanted to just dive headlong in and like my way up his chest, but I couldn’t ‘cause I was supposed to be conked out, you know?”
Natalie and Kim start laughing. “Do you think you could’ve pretended that your mouth naturally sucks and licks when you’re unconscious?” Natalie asks. “No, no, I wasn’t awake, Sexy Professor Dude – I always give blow jobs while asleep. Haven’t your other girlfriends done that?”
Kim sighed, her eyes squeezing shut with ecstasy. “I don’t know about you guys, but being asleep while Anders Trask was fucking me? That sounds like a crime to womankind everywhere.” Her eyes pop open as she finally puts the name together. “Hold on, this is the same Trask family that made all their family with shipping and real estate, right?”
I grin at her. “One and the same.”
“Oh my god,” she breathes. “I knew he was hot, I knew he was fuckable, but hot damn! The Trask family? The Trask family? They’re richer than God.”
“I know,” I admit with a happy sigh. “And this particular one has worked at the UN. How amazing is that?? I’d give my right arm to go to work at the UN, and he’s already done that! Oh, oh, I forgot to tell you guys the best part – about the UN Consultancy Program!”
“Only you would think the UN Consultancy Program is the best part,” Kim grumbles, but Natalie elbows her in the ribs.
“What about the program?” Natalie asks me sweetly, smiling widely. Good ol’ Natalie – a damn good listener, and always has her head screwed on straight.
“Well, NYU is partnering with the UN to find interns to work at the UN. It’s this whole program but the only way to get into it is to be nominated by your teacher. So I’m totally at the hands of Anders on whether or not I get to join this.”
I nibble on my lower lip for a moment. “The problem is, the main criteria is whether or not I display moral fiber. You guys, I wanna fuck Anders nine ways ’til tomorrow morning, but I can’t sleep my way into the one program where they’re emphasizing ‘moral fiber.’ The irony is just too much.” I chuckle mirthlessly and then take another swig of my margarita.
“Oh god, but can you imagine fucking Anders Trask??” Kim squeals, completely ignoring my moral dilemma for a moment. I have to admit, I don’t mind ignoring it for a moment either, and instead close my eyes and let myself imagine.
“As big as his hands are, I’m sure Anders’ dick is huge,” I say, a smile spreading across my face at the thought. “Wrapping my mouth around it is going to be a real feat. It’s so damn big, I could probably do pull-ups on it. I could call it my Trask Workout and do it every morning when I wake up, snuggled next to him. Can’t you just see it??”
When I don’t get a response, my eyes pop open.
No, Kim and Natalie are still there, except instead of imagining their own Trask Workout, their faces have gone white and they’re staring over my shoulder.