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TABOO SHORT STORIES 48(211)

By:Christina Cherry


This was a man in front of her—Jake Malone, who was from the military, built, and obviously aroused by her for some unexplainable reason.

The thought alone made her incredibly flattered.

And incredibly wet.

Linda squirmed in her seat, trying not to look at his pants. But it was close to impossible, because she could tell that he was huge. And God, she’d been craving huge for quite a while now. And not only was he huge, he was also distracted. He could barely answer any of her interview questions, and she knew it had nothing to do with him being dumb or anything like that. In turn, his distraction also distracted her as she wondered exactly what he was thinking about. Was he thinking about kissing her? Touching her?

Doing her right here in the room, with only a flimsy door separating them from the outside world?

She grew wetter at the thought, and her pussy throbbed. Linda licked her lips that were suddenly dry and searched his gaze. But they were gazing at her cleavage, and she felt her nipples grow hard at the thought of what that charming mouth could do to them.

God. She needed to regain control of the situation. The next question was at the tip of Linda’s tongue. But instead of asking it, she smiled at him and said she’d be back to give him time to gather his thoughts. Jake’s eyes flew up to meet her gaze, and he grinned again, raking her whole body with heat.

When she was safe in the confines of the restroom, Linda closed her eyes and tried to gather her composure. Her mind recalled the hot body sitting in front of her earlier, barely able to fit in his chair. His thighs had been hard and muscled beneath the pants, and his hands…they’d been huge, too, with long, calloused fingers—the type that would feel so good inserting inside one’s aching cunt. She’d always noticed tiny details when interviewing potential employees.

Of course, she wasn’t just seeing him now as a potential employee.

The thought of their bodies writhing against each other was so hot that Linda had to grip the tiles of the restroom sink for support. She stifled a moan. God, he was so damn attractive. He was so handsome, too, with his dimples and that potent charm, but it wasn’t the smooth kind. His beauty was more the rough around the edges kind, exactly how she’d imagined a man was supposed to be. Would he be attentive in bed? Rough? She had a feeling he’d be both, and the idea excited her and aroused her further.

Linda opened her eyes. Then she eyed herself critically in the mirror. Her dark brown hair was up in a severe bun, and her blouse was buttoned up tight, showing no amount of skin whatsoever. That wouldn’t do. Linda adjusted her blouse, unbuttoning the top two buttons and arranging it so her cleavage would be visible. Her sheer bra didn’t show, but if she leaned just right, he’d be treated to a view of them and what lay beneath. Her breasts were spectacular, if she did say so herself. It had been a long time since someone other than her own fingers worshipped them, and she couldn’t wait.

Next, Linda removed the tie from her hair until it spilled on her shoulders. The contrast with her red lips was just perfect, and that was the exact reason she mostly kept it up in a bun. Guys had been the least of her priorities.

Until now.

As a last-second inspiration, Linda rummaged in her bag until she found her tiny bottle of perfume. It had been there forever, a backup to her regular perfume for spontaneous dates and night outs—not that that happened in a while. She spritzed some behind her neck, wrists and on her cleavage, loving the smell of peaches and cream on her skin. Lastly, she popped a mint candy in her mouth, feeling it melt refreshingly. Then she grinned at her reflection in the mirror.

If he wanted to flirt, let him flirt. She’d wait for him to show interest again.

Then she’d seduce him out of his pants until he was entirely, irreversibly hungry for a taste of her.





CHAPTER THREE



If Jake thought she was hot earlier, it was nothing to how he thought of her now.

She wasn’t only hot—she was off the charts molten, oozing so much sensuality and appeal that his pants suddenly felt too tight to even move properly. His cock wept, raging inside, screaming at him to take it in his hand and pump enthusiastically until he was cumming. Shit. This was so damn inconvenient—but at the same time, he wouldn’t dare change it for the world, not when there was a very delicious-looking woman walking to sit in front of him again now.

Whereas her hair had been in a bun earlier, it was loose and resting on her shoulders now, emphasizing those plump lips that he’d been obsessing over since he’d seen her. She sat down and smiled, saying that they needed to resume the interview. When she asked her next set of questions, Jake did his best to answer properly, and he thought he was doing a pretty good job so far based on her pleased expression as she took down notes.

Then Linda leaned forward, showing him a spectacular view of her creamy cleavage. Her breasts were pressed tight together, the juicy mounds just begging to be licked. His tongue tingled at the thought. His shaft was on the verge of bursting out of his pants and sliding in between that gorgeous cleavage, where he would fuck her raw.

Down, boy.

He lost his trail of thoughts again. Jake forced himself to keep going, gritting his teeth and tensing bit by bit as she kept innocently leaning in and giving him more than his fair share of ogling. He took advantage of it, watching her as subtly as he could and inwardly shaking his head at how perfect she was.

Linda was exactly his type—big, beautiful and oozing with confidence as she explained the job description in case he got hired. He pretended to listen, knowing how smart she was at the back of his mind—but he wasn’t paying attention to that now, more interested in how he could get her to go out with him for a couple of drinks..and much more.

The Southern Belle attitude wasn’t fake. He could tell she was polite through and through, with a sweet and gracious persona that wouldn’t be swayed. Her good manners would be polished, and he wondered…would she be as polished and composed in bed, when he had his way with her? Or would she be wet and wild, a very bad, naughty girl who would love to be spanked?

Damn. These thoughts weren’t helping calm his erection at all. He shifted in his seat again—then froze when he found Linda’s gaze zone in on his lap, where he was still trying to hide his hard cock with his resume. Linda slowly stood up and walked towards him, her thick hips swaying and monopolizing his attention. Then she leaned forward again, her hand reaching out towards his front with a sweet smile on her face.

“Let me just get your resume, Mr. Malone, and I’ll call you about the outcome of this interview,” she cooed softly. Relief coursed through him that she was just reaching out for the papers. Then relief turned to alarm when he realized that once the papers were gone, his erection would be all out for her view—and it might just cost him this job.

Linda snatched the papers before he could react and pull it back. As she did so, something unexpected happened. In pulling the papers, her hand tugged on the tip of his bulge. Jake stifled a groan as pleasure speared through him.

She gasped. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize…”

But she did realize. She must have, because her hand was still there. Jake watched, mesmerized, as her hand moved—but instead of moving away, it only moved closer, pressing against his bulge suggestively.

Jake gulped as her expression changed, the innocence gone and replaced by one of all-out seduction. It changed her aura completely, and he wondered how things had escalated so quickly.

“How long have you been sporting this?” she asked gently, licking her lower lip. Jake stiffened even further.

“Since you walked in,” Jake bit out, unable to hide the truth. His body burned when she began caressing his junk, her touch firm and soft. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t want it?” she returned instead of asking.

Jake shook his head. “I’m not a hypocrite.”

A smile graced her lips. Then Jake’s eyes widened when Linda knelt down, her knee-length skirt hiking up and showing him a glimpse of her creamy thighs. He smelled peaches and fought the urge to lick her skin and taste her.

“May I?” she asked.

Tight as a string, Jake nodded his head once. “Yes, ma’am.”

Then he watched as Linda leaned forward, her cleavage practically spilling out of her blouse. He watched as she slowly unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants, inch by excruciating inch. Jake watched as she slowly parted the cloth, giving way to the surprise he had hidden inside.

Linda gasped. “You’re…you’re…not wearing…”

“I haven’t washed my underwear yet,” he rasped. “They’re all in the laundry.”

The lust in her eyes were tangible, feeding his own as he continued watching her peel the cloth some more. His shaft sprung out, jutting towards the air almost proudly. There was already pre-cum leaking from the tip, as if it couldn’t take any more teasing.

Jake waited in anticipation as her hand caressed it softly, like she was holding some prized possession. He couldn’t blame her, because many women were often shocked when they saw it. His cock was huge by regular standards, and some women even complained that it was just too huge for their tastes.

But he found no hesitation on her end, only increasing hunger as she continued touching him. Her finger teased his tip, thumb rubbing against the slit and slathering his cum all over his cock. Then she wrapped a hand around him and stroked lightly, an experimental touch, her gaze meeting his and watching his reaction. Heat flared there when he tensed again, and she continued stroking him and making him feel so damn good.