"Ryan, the boss is calling you..."
"Me!? Why?"
"I don't know, just go... she seems to be in a bad mood."
I lazily get up from my workstation. Flora, who had just informed me that the boss is calling for me, passes by me as she goes toward her workstation. She is hot, that one, however, that's beside the point. Right now, I'm more concerned about why I'm being called to the boss. I don't remember fucking something up...
We are just another run of the mill company where everyday work is more of a tedious chore rather than an enjoyable effort. Most of the time we don't know what we are doing and why we are doing it. Still, it pays the bills and I have quite the knack for it. So it's a bit of a surprise that she, our boss, has called me in her office.
"Close it!"
Just when I enter her office after a soft knock and am debating whether or not to close the door behind me, Grace's pointed voice makes the decision for me.
"You were looking for me?" I probe her intentions.
Grace is a redhead and one of the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, and that includes all the celebrities with their fake, Botox infused faces. She is nearly the same height as me, so around 1.8 meters and has an hourglass figure. I don't know her exact sizes, because obviously... but if I had to guess... 40-26-38... I don't know though; I am not an expert. The point I am trying to make is Grace, my boss, looks unnaturally beautiful as if she has been carved to perfection or a character out of book come alive. Her full lips and her little nose just tickles your heart to go on and kiss her, they are most inviting and make her look delicious.
"Sit."
"... yes."
I quietly sit at one of the chair and she watches me do so with a sharp look in her eyes. She looks incredibly professional in her business attire. And the gold rim glasses add to her overall strict and mean persona.
"You must have already guessed why I have called you, right?"
"Uuh..."
"That's what I like about you, you are smart and resourceful. And that is also the reason for why I have allowed you to date my daughter."
"Thank you?"
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I am dating Grace's daughter. It's been going on for about six months now. The obvious question then is why? Why am I dating Grace's daughter when obviously I am hot for her? Of course this has everything to do with how taken I am with her beauty... She is so beautiful... No, not my girlfriend, though she is quite the looker herself, I'm talking about her mother.
I just want to bang Grace, this milf goddess, so bad... against the wall... as her arms wrap around my back, gingerly, and she tries to feebly protest by saying how it wrong for a mother to go behind her daughters back and fuck her boyfriend. Her conflicted cries to stop and her hesitating voice getting slowly turned to begging moans as I pin her against the wall and plough into her.
Uhm... got a little sidetracked there... so the reason why I'm dating Grace's daughter Kate... to answer that question I would have to go down the memory lane and relive the most embarrassing moment of my 24-year life as well as remember that bitch Erica...
Six Years Ago
Caldwell House
I'm locked in with my girlfriend in her parents' room. We are both a little tipsy from the beer and whisky and getting hot and heavy with each other.
"Tell me... I want to know..."
Erica whispers to me as her tongue leave a trail of sweet kisses and gentle nibbles on my neck and lips. Her tongue is so filthy when she recounts to me, in low moans, about last night's events and how wildly she rode me on top of her car.
"Don't hold back. I already told you mine right?" Erica says after she blows a hot breath over my hard cock.
"I-I..."
I want to tell her but it's still a bit scary to confess my deepest, darkest, desire even if the one asking is my girlfriend, the
fucking
- Erica Caldwell herself.
She is the hottest girl in my school, and maybe even the whole town. A slender, leggy blonde, with perky tits and tight ass, it's a no-brainer that she is the head-cheerleader. She is a little tall for a girl, at 5'8", but it counts to her advantage and those long legs are to die for, like really. Right now, she has her beautiful hair in a pony-tail but she is a vision when she is riding on top of me with her long hair bouncing around. If there's one thing I have realized going out with her, she
loves
sex. And I happen to be just the right guy to scratch her constant itch to be filled.
Well, I shouldn't be surprised that we're going out. I
am
a stud after all. I'm a 6'2", 165lbs, 18 years old young man. I have sandy-blonde hair and those coveted baby-blue eyes. In my senior year and playing tennis at state level, I'm the talk of the town, and not just for my dashing looks and my suave personality. Now that I think about it, she should be thanking me instead for even giving her the time of the day. I wouldn't even deem her worthy, if not for her-
"Come on, Ryan... Tell me..."
Her hand tugs my throbbing cock as well as my heart strings. The pleading look on her face just talks to the man inside me, it's like those glazed eyes are a weapon of mass destruction none can escape. I gulp in a breath as she massages the pulsing head of my cock.
I should just tell her, it's too much to hold on. It's torture the way she keeps retreating at the edge. I just want to cum in her mouth and then turn her around and fuck that sweet cunt...her tight, bald, cunt.
"Baby, Ryan... please.... you know you can tell me anything..." she says between breaths as she licks my glans.
Yeah, if it's a freak like her, maybe she will understand. She gazes at me with her innocent look and my heart melts. I take a deep breath and say, "I want to bang your Mom...Not exactly your mom, but my mother-in-law or potential mother-in-law... that is the ultimate the-"
I stop when realize that I'm getting a bit carried away and that her tongue has moved away from my dick. When I look at her, I find that she is a bit dazed, like she couldn't believe what she's heard. That's not the reaction I was looking for. Maybe my word choice was wrong. Fuck.
"What did you say?"
She gets up from the bed and glares at me.
"I said-nothing. I didn't say anything."
"You disgusting fucking pig... get away from me..." She slaps away my hand when I try to placate her. I definitely shouldn't have told her. She is just another dumb bitch who doesn't get it... Fuck this slut for playing me like that!
While I'm still fuming at her inside my mind, I try to remedy the situation but she just won't listen. I quickly put on my pants when I realized she's already fully dressed.
"You disgusting freak why don't you fuck your own mom?" she slams the door behind her after she screams those words.
What should I do? What should I do now to make up to her? I realize now that I've made a huge mistake. I never should have told her anything and that there's no way she is going out with me ever again.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
What if she tells it to her mom? Or what if she tells it my mom? Oh no, what if she tells it that bitch Veronica? The whole town will know about it in a couple of days because of that big mouth of hers...
Suddenly, I hear a lot of footsteps on the stairs. I feel something really bad is about to happen. I get out of the room to quickly slip away but stop in my tracks as my eyes observe the people staring at me. The party music is stopped. Nobody seems to be drunk anymore. Half of my grade is here, and now all those fucktards are looking at my direction. I spot the fuming Erica pointing at me and muttering something to her group of hussies. Then the crowd's glare intensifies until somebody starts laughing.
It's over. Everybody starts laughing while pointing at me or shouting my name. Fuck. Fuck. Why isn't a dumb, drunk falling down on his face? Why doesn't a slut throw up on some kid to start a fight? Where's an accident when you need one? Even the dumb junkies have joined in with the rest.
Those cruel eyes, judging me, making fun of me, treating me as if I am a circus freak.
