And I shouldn't have, but I did. My body was helpless around this man, and I started creaming inside, my pussy loosening, going soft and wet. Because Rob Martin was the opposite of his son, dominant even in repose, gorgeous, commanding, and best of all, normal. On the night before Thanksgiving, he was reading in his home office and not doing some weird shit involving skinny chicks with whips and chains. I'd never been so grateful to see normal, to see a man acting like a man and not screaming and crying in pain, begging a woman to humiliate him.
So my insides ran even wetter, craving him, immediately alert, desperate for his touch. But I'd had enough excitement for the night, and I wasn't going to go barging into his office, charging in there like some crazy, off-her-rocker cat lady. Instead, I was going to keep it to myself, so slowly, oh so slowly, I backed away so I was about five feet away from the door, on the other side of the hallway. I could still see the big man, still see him clearly through the crack, but only as a wraith in the shadows. And more importantly, he couldn't see me.
So slowly, oh so slowly, I edged my shorts over my hips, dropping them to the carpeted floor and kicking them away. Oh god, my cunt was creaming hard now just taking in that bronzed body, the strong line of Rob's jaw, the intensity of his blue gaze as he perused the paper in front of him. And with another flick of my wrist, I edged my panties down as well, bringing them over my thick thighs until they were about knee-level. Oh my god, but I was wet and a creamy line of goo stuck trailed out from my pussy, sticking to the cotton before snapping wetly and forming a blob on the material. Oh god, the scent of my pussy was strong, enveloping me in the hall, musky and tantalizing, and I forced myself to stay still for a moment, swallowing my moan.
But determinedly, I started up again. This was my chance, I wanted to do something naughty, get myself off a little, have my own fun for tonight after the sights I'd witnessed. So I edged the panties off all the way, kicking them onto the carpeted hallway and then slowly turned so that my back was to the door. Leaning over, I bent down so that my pussy was facing straight towards the big man. Oh god, if he turned my way, he'd see right? But no, it was impossible. There was no way because I stood in the dark, out of the rectangle of light, and the brightness of the room rendered my movements invisible. So going with the flow, I bent over more, exposing my pussy, the flesh creamy and pink, glistening with my personal nectar. Mr. Martin, I thought, look, look at me, see what I've got for you, what little Ally's showing you. I almost moaned at the dirtiness, displaying my pussy like this, but again, it was all in my head. Rob couldn't see me, this was my personal play, my own private titillation.
And bending over more, my boobs pressed to my knees, I looked through the vee of my legs at the big man. He was still engrossed in his papers, reading away, but was it my imagination or was his breathing a little labored, like he'd just gotten to an exciting passage? I couldn't tell for sure, the blood was pulsing in my pussy like a hammer, my clit huge and aroused, beating with my heartbeat as I shimmied and showed myself off, legs spread, cunt bare.
And I went for it big time then. Putting both hands on my thighs, I slid them up until I was gripping my huge buttocks, parting the creamy orbs so that everything between my legs was clearly visible, everything from my pink pulsing slit to my tiny asshole up above. Oh yeah, it felt so dirty, so wrong, baring myself like this, illicitly engaging the man although he didn't even know it. A waft of cool air gusted over my butt and I shivered slightly, moaning under my breath, it felt so good on my over-heated pussy, on my folds that were dripping with lust, my own personal nectar. But I wanted more, god I needed more after the excitement of the night. I couldn't just walk away without more happening.
So I went for it. Slowly, oh so slowly, I let a small hand wander to my slit until I was rubbing my engorged lips, caressing the swollen flesh. And lifting my chin, I screamed silently then, throwing my head back as I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. My boobs heaved and swayed under my torso, as my pretty pussy convulsed slightly, even the fleeting touch too much. Because I needed more, and I wasn't going to deprive myself, not after the excitement of the night. So slowly, I began to rub my clit, caressing my puss while fingering my little nub, making myself feel good. The massage was so arousing, so fucking good, that it didn't take much. My slippery folds gave it up almost immediately and I came hard, right there in the hallway. Biting my lip, eyes squeezed shut, my pussy clenched and spasmed again and again, dripping with lust as I fingered myself, squeezing and pinching my clit, playing with my opening, slipping my hand through the slickly wet flesh. Oh fuck, it was so amazing, knowing that Mr. Martin was only fifteen feet away, and if he looked in my direction, really peered into the darkness, he'd be able to see everything, a teen girl massaging her pussy into ecstasy, fingering herself as lights exploded behind my eyes, making me jump, shiver and moan silently, boobies heaving, cunt exploding with tremor after tremor of sensation.
And I blacked out, collapsing on my knees in the hallway, the soft carpeting cushioning me, breaking my fall. Oh god, it'd been so amazing that I'd literally lost my balance as the ecstasy overtook me, making me lose my bearings and drop to the floor. All the better that the soft carpet was a thick one, and I looked up, gasping. Oh god, had Mr. Martin heard? But no, as my breasts trembled and heaved, I could see that the big man was still at his desk, reading like nothing was wrong, his blue gaze fixed on the sheet of paper before him. Oh thank god, thank god, thank god for rich people who could afford the most expensive carpets, so thick that it was like landing on a cloud, a silent, fluffy mattress. And I picked myself up silently, one hand reaching out for my shorts, gripping them in my fist before getting to my feet, wobbly like a newborn colt. My cunt was completely covered in nectar, wet and soft, loose and uninhibited like I'd just been fucked by a man. But no, it'd been only me and I let out a soft sigh, getting one more eyeful of the big man before creeping down the hall and letting myself back into the guest bedroom.
And it was only there that my breath went out in a whoosh, breasts heaving, mind spinning. What an amazing night. What a mindblowing, incredible night. It'd started out badly with the party and the discovery of Jonah's infidelity, but all that was in the past now. Because I'd finished myself off in Rob Martin's presence, let my cunt go, wet, slippery and wild in front of the big man, imagining his fingers, his dick in me the entire time. And even if the alpha didn't see, the orgasm had cleared my mind like the best eraser, wiping the slate clean. Because I didn't care what happened with Jonah anymore. All I wanted was a fresh start and my illicit session had done that, clearing my mind, body and soul so that I could move on … while dreaming about Mr. Martin.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rob
I'm not sure what that little minx was thinking. Did she think I was blind? That I didn't notice her outside my door, soft curves on display in that nothing of a sleep outfit? What the hell was she thinking, those shorts and camisole were nowhere near enough to cover her curves, her assets were far too generous for the tiny bits of cloth.
Because yeah, I saw everything. The brunette thought she was discreet, staying in the shadows, sure that the contrast between light and dark hid her actions. But what she didn't know was that before I started my business empire, I was a sniper in the army with the keenest eye, senses always on alert, able to detect the tiniest change in my environment. And the minute her door opened in the hallway, I knew, I could sense the shift in the air, her form, that curvy presence coming closer, padding down the hallway.
I half-expected the girl to knock lightly, to open the door and say hello. But instead, she lingered outside a while, unsure, hand on the doorknob before backing away. My heart sank. I didn't realize until then how much I was looking forward to letting my eyes rest on those curvy proportions, to see her nipples poking out at the tank top, round ass filling out those tiny shorts. So when Ally's hand dropped from the doorknob, my gut twisted, painful, lurching, I'd wanted to feast my eyes on her so badly.
But the little girl didn't let me down because instead of going back to bed like a good little girl, she did the nasty right outside my door. And fuck, but I was never so aroused. Ally couldn't see me behind my desk but as she pulled her shorts down, revealing those sweet, creamy thighs, I slowly pulled down the elastic of my pajama pants so that my cock popped out, hard and aroused, the tip leaking wetly. And when her panties disappeared, that string of goo trailing wetly from her cunt, I almost lost it then. That's right, without touching myself, or having her touch me, I almost spurted right there at my desk while pretending to read some bullshit paper.