“Guys, I’m going to have to jump off this call today,” he says into his headset. “Sorry. Carry on and I’ll look through the notes tonight.”
I stand there in front of him, letting him admire me. I wasn’t wearing anything under that trench coat but a skimpy little thong and an itty bitty bra. It’s pink and lace. From La Perla. Only the best for this princess.
“Lauren, hold all my calls and meetings,” Carl says into the intercom and doesn’t wait for a response, but brings his eyes back to looking at me. I’m running my fingers over my boobs, licking my lips and taking a few steps over toward him.
“I went shopping today,” I tell him.
“Uh huh,” he says, not paying attention.
“Thought you might like to see what I bought,” I tell him as I turn around and bend over slightly, bringing my hand to my ass and rubbing my left ass cheek. “Do you like it?”
Carl nods. “Oh yeah, baby, I like it a lot.”
“Good,” I say turning back and walking around his desk to stand in front of him. My back is to the window and he’s facing me. “Because today is your lucky day, Mister.”
Carl should have more questions. He should be asking me why, today of all days, I’m getting on my knees and unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers.
He should ask why it takes me only five seconds to fish out his cock and wrap my lips around it when all this time I’ve told him I’m a virgin.
That’s right. I’ve been telling him I’m a virgin. Saving myself for him.
Me. Can you believe it? Brittney White—the one time Princes of Porn. The toast of the San Fernando Valley. Courted by Wicked Pictures, Vivid Video, Naughty America, Brazzers, you name it. Who had to leave that business behind when…well, never mind.
Yeah, all I had to do was flash Carl some titties, let him feel my ass and he believes now that all virgins are as expert as sucking cock as I am right now.
This is why men are just so stupid. They can’t think when their cocks get hard. This is why I’m single. Because no man can tame me.
“Oh God, baby, that feels so good,” Carl moans, running his hands through my hair.
He’s got about 7 inches. Not bad. But not great either. Still, I’m not really looking to get off for the next part.
With a slurp and final suck, I take my mouth off his cock and use my hands to jerk him once or twice. He’s hard. He’s ready.
“Are you ready for this?” I ask, as I make my eyes smolder and get up, pulling down my thong and using one hand to rub my clit and the folds of my pussy, getting ready to take him.
He nods at me dumbly.
Idiot.
I swear to God.
I give him a sweet smile and climb onto his lap, positioning myself over him. I feel his tip against me, and I kiss him on the neck. I’m wearing lipstick and I’m trying to leave a mark on his neck. By the time I’m done, I’ll get some on his shirt collar too. Plus I'm wearing lots of perfume. His clothes will smell of me for sure.
I unzip a condom and unwrap it on Carl with all the skill that virgin girls should not possess. But Carl doesn’t notice.
Gritting my teeth I bring myself down and feel Carl enter me. He groans loudly.
Stupid.
His secretary is right outside. Does he think she doesn't know what we’re doing? He’s so fucking disrespectful to her.
“Slow down, baby, or else you’ll make me cum soon,” h
e grunts. I speed up my thrusts, shucking myself on his pole.
I don’t know why I’m mad at him. I mean, I knew he wasn’t going to say no to me.
But maybe…I don't know. Maybe I hoped at the last minute he’d have a change of heart. That I’d be able to go back to his wife and tell her that her husband really isn’t a cheater, and that she hired me but I can’t get her the results she needed, and as per the policies of my company, Man Chasers LLC, here is a full refund.