Chapter 9

The next hour flew by, and my heart raced while I nervously traipsed to the elevators. Terri’s office manager, Nancy, greeted me and escorted me to my boss’s expansive office.

Terri faced the towering windows, her gaze fixed upon the breathtaking vista before her. With utmost certainty, she commanded, “Nancy, cancel my upcoming appointment.”

Nancy turned and quickly left the room, closing the door behind her. The room fell silent, allowing me to appraise Terri’s body, unhidden by the desk, as was the case during our interview. She was taller than I had originally guessed, close to my height. Her high heels elevated her stature by several inches, imparting an air of authority and confidence. The billowy and pleated nature of her red skirt, presenting a commanding presence, gracefully cascaded to her knees. Her lily-white, thin calves were subtly revealed, matching Heather’s paler skin tone. It demonstrated their preference for eschewing sun exposure.

Her sheer, crispy white blouse, tightly tucked into her waistband revealed the absence of a bra strap. Her short hair showed off her long, smooth neck. Without turning, Terri stated, in an authoritative tone, “I hear you’re leaving us. Are you unhappy here?”

It felt odd addressing her backside, but I figured it was her way of controlling the conversation. I answered, “No. I love working here, and I appreciate you hiring me with little to no qualifications.”

Before I could continue, she swiftly interjected, her voice tinged with a hint of suspicion, “Your letter didn’t mention the specific firm you’ll be working for. Is it by any chance one of our competitors?”

Her tone carried a slight undertone of concern, as if she feared I might inadvertently disclose sensitive information. I was relieved to clarify the situation, eager to allay any potential misconceptions. “No, they operate in an entirely different industry. It’s a complex situation.”

She turned and faced me, her radiant beauty causing me to pause momentarily. As suspected, she was braless and although her breasts were smallish, her pointy tips sexily pressed against her blouse. A warm smile graced her lips as she replied, her words tinged with a hint of playfulness, “I manage a large organization with thousands of employees, and you don’t think I’m capable of comprehending the intricacies of your predicament? Is it because I’m a woman?”

My heart skipped a beat, as I realized the unintended insult in my previous words. Stammering, I hurriedly responded, desperately wanting to rectify the situation, “No, no, of course not. I didn’t think you would be interested in hearing about my personal life. You see, I married my girlfriend this past Sunday, and my new wife’s father is eager to bring me into his company.”

“I feel slighted,” Terri purred, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “My nephew’s tying the knot, and guess who’s missing from the guest list?”

“It was a bit of a whirlwind affair, and we kept it small, only immediate family,” I explained apologetically.

“I bet Stacy was front and center though. Does she now qualify as a close family member?” Terri inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Mom and Stacy have a special bond, so Mom insisted. I apologize for not thinking of extending an invitation your way, but Stacy believed it might stir up tension during our big day.”

“In this instance, I’m inclined to side with my sister,” Terri conceded. After a pause, a glimmer of understanding softened her gaze, and her response exuded empathy. “I truly grasp your situation. Navigating family dynamics is never easy. Here’s a thought: What if I sweetened the pot with a ten-percent raise over whatever he’s offering? Could that persuade you to stick around with us?”

I appreciated her offer and the consideration behind it, but I knew where my loyalty lay. With gratitude, I responded, “Thanks for the generous offer, but I have to decline. My wife’s desires are aligned with mine, and it’s essential for me to support her and her family in this endeavor.”

“I must say, I truly admire your unwavering loyalty. It’s one of the qualities that made me value your presence here,” she said, a touch of sadness evident in her tone.

“If there’s anything I can do to repay you for your kindness, please don’t hesitate to let me know,” I offered sincerely. As I looked at her, I noticed a subtle shift in her demeanor. The roughness that once defined her seemed to have gently faded away, revealing a glimmer of softness. At that moment, I caught a glimpse of a gentle smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Time froze as her eyes locked with mine, her eyes scanning my soul, contemplating her next move. In that suspended moment, I couldn’t help but marvel at her exquisite beauty. Her radiant red hair gracefully framed her face, gently brushing against her delicate ears, while her stylish bangs adorned her forehead, creating a captivating contrast against her porcelain-like complexion.

Yet, it was her eyes that held me captive, sparkling like precious emeralds, casting a bewitching spell. They spoke volumes, inviting me to delve deeper into their captivating depths. Nestled above a charming nose, they formed a mesmerizing duo, drawing me further into her enchantment. As my gaze descended, I couldn’t ignore her full lips, coated with a glossy sheen of deep-red, tantalizing lipstick.

In that moment, it was undeniable that her beauty transcended ordinary standards. Her features, meticulously crafted by an artist’s hand, held an allure that even most professional models would envy.

Having made up her mind, she gracefully closed the distance between us, her hands finding their place on my shoulders. With a gentle touch, she leaned in, her voice laced with anticipation as she softly asked, “It’s easy to understand why Stacy likes you so much. She didn’t confide in me, but I’m sure she has a crush on you. I have to admit that you’ve had the same effect on me. So, were you serious that you’d do anything for me?”

Her smile, a seductive curve of lips, left little room for doubt about her intentions. It exuded a magnetic charm that ignited a fire within me, stirring a mixture of desire and intrigue.

“Absolutely,” I replied, my words tinged with gratitude. “You’ve been incredibly generous already.”

Her dainty hand found my cheek, her fingers tracing a tantalizing path to my ear. In a hushed tone, she inquired, “Has my sister explained why we parted ways?”

“No,” I stammered, my attention momentarily captivated by her wandering fingers. “She’s been quite tight-lipped when it comes to her family history.”

Our gazes locked, and she bridged the gap between our faces. Her gentle breath enveloped me as she shared, “There was a time, years ago, when my sister and I were incredibly close. Our parents didn’t suspect a thing when we moved in together. They thought we were only trying to save on expenses, and had no idea we were lovers.”

She paused, her eyes misting over as she continued.

“One night, after partying with a few of my girlfriends, I stumbled upon Stacy and one of my close friends in an intimate moment. When she saw me, she immediately ended it and tried to console me, blaming alcohol for her actions. It shattered my heart, leading to our eventual breakup. Her betrayal hurt me more deeply than I cared to admit, and afterward, I channeled my energy into my career, avoiding any meaningful relationships. On his deathbed, Dad confessed that they had given Stacy’s twin, your mother, up for adoption. I held onto that secret all this time, and it has weighed heavily on me. Keeping that truth from everyone was a mistake on my part.”

The pained expression on her exquisite face shattered my heart, prompting me to act as Mom would have wished. I wrapped her in a tight embrace, offering solace. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. Love holds immense power, and I understand firsthand how it can lead to actions we come to regret.”

Her warm breath grazed my ear as she murmured, “You speak with such wisdom for someone so young. Your mother, my sister, truly raised you remarkably.” She leaned back slightly, her eyes searching mine. “So, my new nephew, how have you managed to mend impulsive mistakes born from anger?”

Without hesitation, I recounted the arduous journey Heather and I had undertaken before finding our way to each other.

“I believe it’s long overdue for me to mend things with my sister,” Terri conceded. “My love for her runs deep, and I’m committed to doing whatever it takes to set things straight.”

Her face brightened, and her alluring sexy stare returned. Moving backward, she gently tugged me, guiding me towards the inviting daybed that extended from one side of the room. When she sat down, her skirt rose, revealing several inches of smooth upper leg.

“I know Stacy well enough to know that she’s more than close friends with your mother,” she surmised while looking at me, judging my expression. It was as if she could read minds. Her smile widened as she concluded, “Just as I thought. And her love would naturally flow to her lover’s son, her nephew. Before I can forgive her completely, I have to get over her indiscretion with my friend. If I could be with someone she loves, things would be set right.”

She placed her hands on the bed, sexily smiled, and in a sultry, sexy tone, asked, “Would your new wife be okay with you eating another woman’s pussy?”

I thought, “Was this revenge on Stacy or was she just horny?” Looking at the lustful fire burning in her eyes, I knew it was the latter. In any case, Mom and Heather had given me the green light.

I knelt and held the calf of her right leg, lifted it, and gently slipped off her high heel with my other hand. She looked surprised that I had called her bluff. Massaging her foot while my other hand stroked her soft calf, I replied, “Not only would she approve, but she’d admonish me if I didn’t do a proper job of satisfying my aunt. She’s always stressed that family comes first.”

“Oh, my,” she gasped. “Your wife sounds like a caring woman. She’s lucky to have someone that knows how to give a foot massage. Wearing heels is so uncomfortable.”

Switching to her other leg, I removed her shoe and repeated my caressing. She remained sitting upright, watching me gently massaging her lower extremities. Moving my hands under her knees, my fingers caressed the smooth skin underneath and slowly inched upward before retreating, moving her hemline higher with each cycle. Her smooth, thin upper legs felt silky as I captured more territory. When she closed her eyes to enjoy the moment, I gripped her calf directly below and under her knee, bent her legs, and lifted, causing her torso to flop flat on the bed.

A gush of air escaped her lungs from her soft landing, followed by a few moans when I stroked up and down her upper legs. Her skirt bunched up in a pile and covered her groin. Not wanting to proceed too fast, I was content with lightly brushing my fingertips up and down her lily-white thighs. “So beautiful,” I gasped. “I love your long, sexy legs.”

Lightly kissing her hot skin, my mouth moved up and down one leg, then the other. With my mouth working on one, my hand gently stroked her other. She groaned and spread her legs wider, inviting me to venture further. Her low moaning increased as I spent another ten minutes worshiping her sexy legs. Her hips twisted and lightly bumped, indicating her eagerness for me to proceed to the main course.

Lowering my hands to her pelvis, I pinched her hemline on both sides and pushed it up onto her stomach, revealing her magnificent pubis. Her heaving breasts pressed against her thin blouse as her heart raced. Her engorged, red gash glistened from my foreplay and was bare of hair on both sides. Above her clit, lay her small triangle of wispy, red carpet.

“Such a delightful-looking pussy,” I croaked. “I can’t wait to lick and suck it.”

“Oh, yes,” she murmured. “I need it badly. You’re driving me crazy.”

I kissed her thigh and worked my way down to the crease of her leg, burning my nose in the fold of her flesh, lightly blowing air across her skin. Moving near her gash, I skipped over her cunny and continued on the other side, while continuing to blow hot air on her musky-smelling crevice. I repeated kissing her other thigh before returning to her gaping pussy.

Using my thumbs, I opened up her nether lips, and licked up and down her vulva. Her moans escalated to groans while I lapped her slot, my raspy tongue lightly brushing the thin hood covering her clit. She raised her knees higher and widened them, opening her crevice. She groaned with delight as I sucked and lapped her sensitive folds.

Sticking my tongue in deep at the base of her slit, I dragged it upward, causing her to shriek with joy. Up and down her slot, my tongue opened her up. Having warmed her up enough, I voraciously sucked and kissed her sensitive lips. Her hands gripped the sides of my head and pulled me into her horny snatch.

“That’s good!” she screeched. “Suck my pussy!”

My hands cupped her ass to hold her pelvis steady while feasting on her sex. Her hands gripped tighter as she neared a climax. My tongue rapidly darted in and out of her slot, sending her over the edge.

“I’m cumming!” she screamed with delight. I slurped her sweet nectar as it flowed from her spasming slot. Her hands released my head and fell flat onto the bed. Easing my tongue off her sensitive lips, I kissed up and down her upright thighs. After a few minutes, I returned to her pussy and licked her outer lips.

“Again?” she asked, with a hopeful tone that I would bring her to another orgasm.

I answered her by capturing one of her engorged lips with my mouth and sucked.

“Wait,” she ordered. “Get undressed. I want to feel our skin touching together this time.”

I stood and began undressing while watching her slip off her skirt. She scooted higher on the bed and sat upright to unbutton her blouse. Once nude, I watched her toss her garment to the floor and my eyes traveled to her small, softball-sized breasts, capped with red, hard nipples.

Her eyes locked onto my jutting, hard prick and said, “Your wife is luckier than I thought.”

Seeing me stare at her proud, perfect tits, she remarked, “I know, they’re small. I’ve thought about having them enlarged, but the women I’ve been with haven’t been as enamored with big boobs as men.”

I crawled onto the bed, and cupped her breasts, lightly squeezing her soft, resilient mounds of flesh. “They’re perfect,” I replied, seeing her smile broaden from my compliment. Pushing her flat on the bed, I leaned down and kissed her stomach, moving upward toward her breasts. I licked and kissed all around her soft mounds, avoiding her pointy tips. Her breaths shortened when I caressed her breasts with my mouth. After briefly kissing her sensitive tip, I returned to licking her silky-smooth breast flesh.

After several more minutes of gentle kissing, my lips surrounded her rubbery nipple. She grunted with the burst of pleasure coursing through her. I sucked while my tongue flicked her swollen and puffy tip, quickly escalating her. As I sucked on her tit, my hand traveled down her sunken stomach, through her patch of pubic hair, before cupping her pussy. Her hips jerked upward when my palm pressed down on her mons pubis.

Rotating my hand in circles while applying pressure, brought out a series of groans and grunts. I switched to her other nipple and jabbed three fingers into her slick slot. The combination of my palm squashing her clit, my mouth munching on her breast, and my fingers scraping her sensitive walls rocked her world.

“Fuck, I’m cumming again!” she wailed, as her body shook from her orgasm. Her pussy spewed out a fresh batch of sex juice while her tight snatch snapped onto my pumping fingers.

Feeling her body relax again, I rose from her breast and looked at her bliss-filled face. Removing my fingers, I brought them up to lick them. Before I could clean them, she grabbed my wrist and stuck my fingers into her mouth, sucking off her juice. “I love pussy juice, even my own,” she said, giggling.

Crawling up, so we were face-to-face, I marveled at her beauty. “Your eyes are beautiful.”

“Green eyes are rare for a redhead,” she remarked. Her expression to one of curiosity and she asked, “Did your wife really grant you her approval, or was that a story to seduce me?”

“Actually, she didn’t quite word it that way,” I confessed. “She told me that I should shove my big prick up your tight pussy until you scream for mercy. If that wasn’t enough, she’d come here and finish the job herself. By the way, she’s the hottest college freshman you’ll ever see.”

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “I’m falling in love with your wife. Do you think she’d consider working for me?” Before I could answer, she added, “It would come with great fringe benefits, for both of you.” Her sexy smirk left nothing to doubt.

“I never burn bridges. Thanks. We’ll keep it in mind,” I replied.

“Excellent,” she said, smiling. “As a dutiful husband and a caring nephew, I’d expect you to live up to her demands. It might not be a surprise to you, but I’m generally the dominant partner in a relationship.”

I smiled wide, trying vainly to hold back my laughter.

“Of course, you knew,” she replied to her own statement, giggling. “I want to see what it’s like on the other side. Take control and obey your wife. Fuck me as you would her.”

“I’d love to,” I replied. I kissed her gently, tasting her cherry-flavored lipstick. Our lips met again and lingered longer. With our mouths locked together in a passionate French kiss, I cupped one of her meaty mounds and gently squeezed. While our tongues danced together, I rolled over on top of her and wrapped my arms around her. My hard prick snugly lodged lengthwise in her slot. I rocked my hips to and fro, oiling up my shaft with her juices.

Her hand snaked between our bodies, her fingers wrapping around my hard prick. Guiding my bulbous, flared head between her outer lips, she humped her hips until I was several inches inside her steamy sheath. Her hand returned to exploring and stroking my back. I short-fucked her until her walls relaxed and allowed me to slide in deeper. Her eyes were on fire, feeling her insides fill with my cock. She raised her knees and squeezed my groin with her strong thighs, while I continued to stroke in and out of her horny pussy.

When my balls slapped against her soft ass, my swollen prick fully embedded in her tight snatch, she released her mouth, gasping for breath. I fucked her fast, providing her with what she had missed with previous partners. She wasn’t in control and was able to allow herself to relish in the act of making love. Grabbing my head with her hands, she kissed me on my cheeks, forehead, and lips, before ending up on my neck. I concentrated on plowing her clinging channel, while she sucked my flesh.

Her pussy quivered and shook with excitement and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she’d be squashing my prick. Thankfully, I knew I could hold out through one of her orgasms, having had a blowjob from Mom a little over an hour earlier. I cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her groin onto my shaft, burying it deep into her squishy pussy.

She wrapped her long legs around me and locked her ankles together, pulling herself upward onto my plunging ram. “I’m cumming on a cock!” she screeched. “It’s so good, fuck me hard!”

Her pussy convulsed and wrapped around my burrowing prick, while I continued to plunge into her, helping her achieve the maximum number of contractions. Hot cream coated my piston, making lewd squishy sounds as our cum-saturated pubic areas slammed together. Her hot breath washed across my neck as she exhaled deeply, before inhaling cool air.

As her thighs relaxed with her diminished contractions, I slowed my pace. Dropping her legs allowed her body to relax. Her blissful expression reflected her sexual satisfaction, thinking we had finished.

She had asked to be fucked as I would my wife, but I was going one step further. I was going to fuck her like my mother. I rose and lifted her legs, placing her feet on my shoulders. Holding onto her hips, I slid back in, until my balls slapped against her. She grunted from the impact, and her eyes widened, knowing she was in for another fucking. Envisioning Mom in this same position, I rapidly pummeled my boss’s fiery-red fuckhole. I held nothing back, drilling her battered pussy with my oiled, steel-hard tool.